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Обладнаня: портрет В. Шекспіра, комп’ютер, проектор, екран, камін, стіл.
Камін. Стіл. Квіти. Свічки. Чорнильниця. Гусине перо на листку паперу. Театральна маска. Темрява. Музика «Шекспир» групи “Любовные истории”. Танець в театральних масках . Учень в ролі Шекспіра сидить і пише. Музика стихає
Знову танцюють на приспів і зникають. Залишається Шекспір. Пише і думає. На фоні музики
STUDENT 1. It is midnight but nobody wants to sleep. Words, phrases overwhelm the mind, the heart. Someone wants to write everything, someone doesn`t want to miss anything… Everything is important. May be in such a way William Shakespeare from England forgot about the time and noisy company of friends-actors who had been celebrating the end of the performance.
На фоні музики слова і презентація про Шекспіра
STUDENT 2. «All the world is a stage»; «To be or not to be? That is a question». These quotations are from Shakespeare`s plays are known all over the world. The last half of the 16th and the beginning of the 17th centuries are the Golden Age of the English literature. It was the time of the English Renaissance, and sometimes is called «The Age of Shakespeare». It is the time of ladies and cavaliers.
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some in their wealth, some bodies in their' force;
Some in their garments, though new - fangled ill;
Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse;
And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure
Wherein it finds a joy above the rest.
But these particulars are not my measure;
All these I better in one general best.
Thy love is better than high birth to me,
Richer than wealth, prouder than garments' cost,
Of more delight than hawks or horses be,
And having thee, of all men's pride I boast;
Wretched alone in this, that thou mayst take
All this away, and me most wretched make.
STUDENT 1. William was born on April, 23, 1564, in the town of Stratford-on-Avon. His father, John Shakespeare, a dealer of wool and leather. He was respected figure in Stratford. His mother, Mary Arden, was the daughter of local, land-owner. In his childhood William went to the Stratford grammar school.
STUDENT 2. When Shakespeare was 18 he married Anne Hathaway, a farmer`s daughter, who was eight years older than himself. In 1583 Susanna, their first child, was born and then twins, Hamlet and Judith. Later Shakespeare left for London.
STUDENT 1. In London Shakespeare became the playwright of the famous Globe Theatre. He was also an actor, but obviously not a first-rate one. But Shakespeare`s experience as an actor helped him in the writing of his plays. Would you like to listen about the theatre of the century 16?
STUDENT 2. Yes, certainly.
STUDENT 1. Well, in the middle of the square there was a kind of a house. There the actors dressed kept and the things used in the performance. In front of it there was a platform on which the actors played. They came out of the house to the stage through large two doors. In front of the stage there was a large yard balconies with three round it. People came here to see performances. The yard and the greater part of the stage were to open the sky.
STUDENT 2. The actors were very often good. They could play, sing and dance. The performance began at 3 o' clock. Londoners loved their theatre very much. It is interesting to know that everybody went to the theatre in London - both young and old, rich and poor. Poor people stood in the yard or sat on the ground. The rich sat in the balconies and the aristocrats were allowed to sit on the stage.
Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after - loss:
Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;
Not Give a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purposed overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me do not leave me last,
When other pretty griefs have done their spite,
But in the onset come; so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune's might,
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.
As an imperfect actor on the stage,
Who with his fear is put besides his part,
Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,
Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart.
So I, for fear of trust, forget to say
The perfect ceremony of love's rite,
And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,
O'ercharged with burden of mine own love's might.
О, let my books be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my speaking breast,
Who plead for love and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more express’d.
О, learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
STUDENT 1. And one more thing about the theatre: it played a very important part in people's lives as there were no newspapers, no or radio television in those days. They came to the theatre not only for pleasure, they came to hear the news, to learn something of the history of England or of some other country. They were taught the great science of life there.
STUDENT 2. As you know, W. Shakespeare was an actor, a poet and a dramatist at the same time. All in all, he wrote 37 plays, 2 poems and 154 sonnets where he showed his creative genius.
STUDENT 1. Among the most famous of his plays are the tragedies of Romeo and Juliet, Julius Caesar, Hamlet, Othello, King Lear, and Macbeth, the comedies of Midsummer Night’s Dream, The Merchant of Venice, and the historical plays Richard III and Henry V. Many well-known expressions come from Shakespeare, and his work is famous for its sensitive view of human nature and for the richness of its language.
Song “Kings of the World”
(A window at the foreground of the stage to the right, a table, a chair. Lady enters the room. Shakespeare follows her.)
Lady: Oh, William, you are such a bore! You know not a single court rumour; you have no idea of the latest French trends in the stocking suspender’s design! Fie! I keep asking myself, why do I still let you into my house?
Shakespeare: I have ventured to come today because I have a present for you, my dear.
Lady: A present? You are a poor theatre director – what can you give me?
Shakespeare: This is my love and your beauty that people will be singing of through hundreds of years. My present will make you immortal!
Lady: Immortal? What is it?
Shakespeare: A sonnet (gives the script to Lady).
Lady (breaking the seal, unfolding the paper): Oh, dear! That’s ridiculous! A piece of paper, nothing more. Pah! Do you happen to know Mr.Paddy? He has presented Mrs.Paddy with an emerald necklace!!! Gold and precious stones – that’s what I would call immortal.
Shakespeare: Gold and precious stones can satisfy our vanity, but they deprave our souls, they can cause jealousy and make us haughty to friends. The joy and pleasure that gold and diamonds give perish as soon as their owner dies or even long before that. While poems are imperishable. Imagine a diligent pupil bent over the lines in your honour, bringing your beauty to life…
Lady: That’s impossible! Well, let me read your sonnet first.
My mstress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’red…
Oh, God! What impudence! What a lout!
(Throws the paper out of the window and, offended, wither chin up, walks away. Shakespeare in sorrow leaves the room too.)
Shakespeare: (бере книгу сонетів, на фоні музики)
I got acquainted with Emily Lanye when she was 24. I was 6 years older than she. It was a dangerous woman – she changed very often. She was like a little girl. It was fashionable to create blue-eyes women but I wrote about her: dark-skinned, black-eyed and black-haired woman. I was surprised that people didn`t think that Emily was beautiful but she was not ideal. But if there were not this woman I hadn`t written my sonnets. So, I adore my Dark Lady. Кладе на столик книгу і запалює свічку
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
STUDENT 2. Shakespeare also wrote some very good poetry, especially the Sonnets.
Published in 1609, the Sonnets were the last of Shakespeare's non-dramatic works to be printed. Scholars are not certain when each of the 154 sonnets was composed, but evidence suggests that Shakespeare wrote sonnets throughout his career for a private readership. Even before the two unauthorised sonnets appeared in The Passionate Pilgrim in 1599, Francis Meres had referred in 1598 to Shakespeare's "sugred Sonnets among his private friends". Few analysts believe that the published collection follows Shakespeare's intended sequence. He seems to have planned two contrasting series: one about uncontrollable lust for a married woman of dark complexion (the "dark lady"), and one about conflicted love for a fair young man (the "fair youth").
Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars,
Unlooked for joy in that I honour most.
Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the sun's eye,
And in themselves their pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,
After a thousand victories once foiled,
Is from the book of honourrased quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toiled:
Then happy I that love and am beloved
Where I may not remove, nor be removed.
Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry,
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenor of thy jealousy?
O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake:
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
To play the watchman ever for thy sake:
For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
From me far off, with others all too near.
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were, when first your eye I ey'd,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure and no pace perceiv'd;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion and mine eye may be deceiv'd:
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;
Ere you were born, was beauty's summer dead.
STUDENT 1. It remains unclear if these figures represent real individuals, or if the authorial "I" who addresses them represents Shakespeare himself, though Wordsworth believed that with the sonnets "Shakespeare unlocked his heart".
STUDENT 2. The 1609 edition was dedicated to a "Mr. W.H.", credited as "the only begetter" of the poems. It is not known whether this was written by Shakespeare himself or by the publisher, Thomas Thorpe, whose initials appear at the foot of the dedication page; nor is it known who Mr. W.H. was, despite numerous theories, or whether Shakespeare even authorised the publication. Critics praise the Sonnets as a profound meditation on the nature of love, sexual passion, procreation, death, and time.
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now
Will be a tottered weed of small worth held:
Then being asked where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,
To say within thine own deep-sunken eyes
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer, 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse',
Proving his beauty by succession thine.
This were to be new made when thou art old,
And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
` For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised,
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give
That I in thy abundance am sufficed
And by a part of all thy glory live.
Look, what is best, that best I wish in thee:
This wish I have; then ten times happy me!
STUDENT 1. Although London was Shakespeare`s home, but he often visited Stratford-on-Avon, where his family continued to live. In 1597 he bought the largest house in Stratford. And the last years of his life he spent in his native town. William Shakespeare died in his birthday on the 23d of April, 1616 when he was 52. He was buried in the church of Stratford. Four lines are inscribed on it.
Good friend, for Jesus’ sake forbear
To dig the dust enclosed here.
Blest be the man that spares these stones
And curst be he that moves my bones.
STUDENT 2. .More than four centuries have passed, filled with great events, generations of men have come and gone, but his plays and sonnets are still performed and read.
STUDENT 1. From Shakespeare`s plays it is understandable for us:
We must fight for our happiness.
STUDENT 2. Power and love are not synonyms. You can buy power but not love.
STUDENT 1. Love is above money and death.
STUDENT 2. Don`t be afraid to tell the truth. It is the only way out.
Song “What is the youth”