Mike Redwood @ Splats
@splatsentertain
Shakespeare in a Suitcase shows, Wooded theatre, circus workshops, pantomime fairytales Arts Council England funded.
I am ashamed: does not the stone rebuke me For being more stone than it? O royal piece, There's magic in thy majesty, The Winter'sTale 5.3 #ShakespeareSunday
But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Sonnet 18 #ShakespeareSunday
Best ball control I have seen in front of a goal for a while. It cheered us up on a circus day in a school.
Like a brace of greyhounds. Henry VI pt.1 #ShakespeareSunday #sport #England
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;... I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot: Follow your spirit, and upon this charge Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George! Henry V 3.1. #ShakespeareSunday #England
a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; Hamlet 5.1 #ShakespeareSunday #Father 's #Fathersday
Under an oak, Whose boughs were mossed with age,And high top bald with dry antiquity. As you like it 4.3 RIP the Major Oak of Robin Hood (I did keep my distance when I visited last year)
The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Macbeth 1.5. #ShakespeareSunday
The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Macbeth 1.3. #ShakespeareSunday
White his shroud as the mountain snow Hamlet 4.5 #ShakespeareSunday #Grimesgrave
Let every man be the master of his own time. Macbeth #time #ShakespeareSunday #DoctorWho
He isn't shocked by the "foul whisperings"—he’s resigned to them. He understands that Lady Macbeth’s sickness isn’t in her blood, but in her actions. In our Shakespeare in a Suitcase version, his sadness reflects the state of Scotland itself: broken, bleeding, and beyond a simple cure.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end. Sonnet 60.
Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. The Tempest, I. 2 #ShakespeareSunday
Goodmorning friends Happy #thicktrunktuesday Life is a joy when you sit with trees.
GONZALO: No sovereignty— SEBASTIAN: Yet he would be king on’t. ANTONIO: The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning. GONZALO: All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour: The Tempest #ShakespeareSunday #Banksy
had I power, I should concord: harmony, peace. Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, Macbeth 4.3 #ShakespeareSunday #Kings
The lofty cedar, royal Cymbeline, Personates thee: and thy lopped branches point Thy two sons forth Cymbeline 5.5 #ShakespeareSunday #trees
Happy International Workers Day #MayDay from the Mechanicals
Goodmorning friends ☕️ ☕️ Happy #thicktrunktuesday Life is a joy when you have trees
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good CAKE in a weary world. Merchant of Venice #ShakespeareSunday #HappybirthdayShakespeare
#HappybirthdayShakespeare 🎂🎉🎁🎈🎊 and Happy St George's day #TheatreofMasks
Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither. As You Like It 2.5 #ShakespeareSunday #trees
A goodly day not to keep house, with such Whose roof's as low as ours! Stoop, boys; this gate Instructs you how to adore the heavens and bows you To a morning's holy office. Cymbeline, Act 3, Scene 3 #ShakespeareSunday
Goodmorning friends Happy #thicktrunktuesday ☕️☕️ Life is beautiful when you have trees.
The moon shines bright. In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees And they did make no noise Merchant of Venice 5.1 #ShakespeareSunday
Goodmorning friends ☕️ ☕️ Happy #thicktrunktuesday May you renew like the yew!