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El Rey Lear

El Lear de Iam Holm



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Julius Caesar

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Acto I

Bruto a Casio: …look you…
…Cicero looks with such ferret and so fiery eyes
As we have seen him in the Capitol,
Being cross´d in conference by some senators…
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César a Antonio: Would he (Cassius) were fatter!

Acto II
















Porcia hiriéndose el muslo,
por Elisabetta Sirani (siglo XVII)

BRUTO: …think him (Caesar) as a serpent´s egg
Which, hatched, would as his kind grow mischievous
And kill him in the shell.
Ingmar Bergman tomó la frase para titular “The Serpent's Egg” (1977), película protagonizada por David Carradine y Liv Ullmann en el Berlín de los 20s.

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CALPURNIA: When beggars die, there are no comets seen.
CAESAR: Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
PORTIA
Thou hast some suit to Caesar, hast thou not?
Soothsayer
That I have, lady: if it will please Caesar
To be so good to Caesar as to hear me,
I shall beseech him to befriend himself.
PORTIA
Why, know'st thou any harm's intended towards him?
Soothsayer
None that I know will be, much that I fear may chance.

Acto III
CAESAR:
I could be well moved, if I were as you:
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me:
But I am constant as the northern star,
Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
The skies are painted with unnumber'd sparks,
They are all fire and every one doth shine,
But there's but one in all doth hold his place:
So in the world; 'tis furnish'd well with men,
And men are flesh and blood, and apprehensive;
Yet in the number I do know but one
That unassailable holds on his rank,
Unshaked of motion: and that I am he.
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CASCA: Speak, hands, for me!
Primero CASCA y luego los otros conspiradores y Bruto apuñalan a César.
CÉSAR: “Et tu, Brute? Then fall, Caesar”.
Y muere.


cry Havoc and let slip the dogs of war
Meaning
The military order Havoc! was a signal given to the English military forces in the Middle Ages to direct the soldiery (in Shakespeare's parlance 'the dogs of war') to pillage and chaos.
Origin
The Black Book of the Admiralty of 1385 is a collection of laws, in French and Latin, relating to the English Navy. In the 'Ordinances of War of Richard II' in that book we find:
"Item, qe nul soit si hardy de crier havok sur peine davoir la test coupe."
I text in English that comes nearer to defining the term is Grose's History of the English Army, circa 1525:
"Likewise be all manner of beasts, when they be brought into the field and cried havoke, then every man to take his part."
Shakespeare was well aware of the use of the meaning of havoc and he used 'cry havoc' in several of his plays. The 'cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war' form of the phrase is from his Julius Caesar, 1601. After Caesar's murder, Anthony regrets the course he has taken and predicts that war is sure to follow.

El discurso funeral de Antonio:
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him…

Acto IV

An itching palm
Cassius:
In such a time as this it is not meet
That every offense should bear his comment.
Brutus:
Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself
Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm,
To sell and mart your offices for gold
To undeservers.
Cassius:
I, an itching palm!
Julius Caesar Act 4, scene 3, 7–12
"An itching palm" is one that must be scratched with coins. Brutus's dermatological metaphor implies that Cassius's desire for gold—which leads to the sale ("mart") of favors—is unconscious and compulsive. Cassius doesn't think, he just scratches.




domingo, 2 de agosto de 2009

Isabel I




Este slideshare es de la segunda parte (2007)

Película Elizabeth (1998)completaTrack listing

1. Elizabeth: Overture (04:40)
2. Love Theme - Arrest (03:16)
3. Tonight I Think I Die (04:21)
4. Walsingham (02:02)
5. Night Of The Long Knives (04:10)
Adapted From Domine Sanctum Actum Meum by Byrd
6. Coronation Banquet (06:32)
7. Love Theme (01:56)
8. Aftermath (05:34)
9. Parliament (04:06)
10. Rondes I & VII (04:31)
Adapted From Dansereye by Tieleman Susato
11. Conspiracy (03:20)
12. Ballard (03:51)
13. One Mistress, No Master (04:23)
14. Nimrod (04:28)
Adapted From Enigma Variations by Edward Elgar
15. Requiem: Introitus (05:09)
Adapted From Requiem by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

* "Te Deum"
Composed by Thomas Tallis
Performed by St. John's College Choir, Cambridge
Conducted by George Guest


* "Rondeas I and VII"
from "Dansereyr" 1551
Composed by Tylman Susato
Performed by New London Consort
Conducted by Philip Pickett


* "Nimrod"
from "Enigma Variations"
Composed by Edward Elgar (as Sir Edward Elgar)


* "Requiem Aeternam"
from "Requiem"
Composed by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart


Elizabeth Script - Dialogue Transcript

ENGLAND 1554


HENRY VIII IS DEAD

THE COUNTRY IS DIVIDED

CATHOLIC AGAINST PROTESTANT

HENRY'S ELDEST DAUGHTER MARY A FERVENT CATHOLIC IS QUEEN

SHE IS CHILDLESS

THE CATHOLICS' GREATEST FEAR IS THE SUCCESSION OF MARY'S PROTESTANT HALFSISTER

E L I Z A B E T H

and so shall be saved from mine enemies!

The waves of death have closed about me!

The cords of hell have encompassed me about

and the snares of death have overtaken me!

The cords of hell have encompassed me about

and the snares of death have overtaken me!

In my tribulation I call to the Lord and cry to my God

and He heard my voice cry out His temple...!

Move back! Clear the way!

Move back!

Keep in line, woman!

By order of their gracious Majesties, Queen Mary and King Philip,

we are come to witness the burning of these Protestant heretics

who have denied the authority of the one true Catholic church

and of His Holiness the Pope.

Let them burn for all eternity in the flames of hell.


Benedicat te Omnipotens Deus Pater, Filius et Spiritus Sanctus.

Benedicat te Omnipotens Deus Pater, Filius et Spiritus Sanctus.

Benedicat te Omnipotens Deus Pater, Filius et Spiritus Sanctus.

God bless you, Master Ridley!

For the love of God, friends, help me! I burn too slowly!

Help them! For God's sake, help them!

Your Grace, the Queen is with child.

They should've consulted me before they rang the bells.

Is it true?

She has ceased to bleed, her breasts have some milk, and her stomach is swollen.

Is it true?

The King has not shared her bed for many months.

He has a repugnance for it, as lately Your Grace has for mine.

Norfolk...

Your Majesties, this is most wondrous news.

Indeed.

We do thank God for this, our most happy condition.

We must also thank His Majesty for this event

which is nothing short of a miracle.

What news, my Lords, of the rebellion against our authority?

Sussex?

Madam, it is safely dispatched, thanks to His Grace.

Sir Thomas Wyatt and the other leaders are already dealt with.

If they had succeeded, these Protestants and heretics

meant to place your sister

upon the throne.

There is no proof against the Lady Elizabeth.

- She is plainly guilty. - What need is there of proof?

If she remains alive, there will be plots to raise her

to the throne.

Ambassador?

I agree with His Grace.

She is a heretic. She must never be allowed to succeed.

But if she...

If she were brought properly to trial,

she would not be found guilty,

and we would be condemned. She has friends in Parliament.

My sister was born of that whore Anne Boleyn!

She was born a bastard! She will never rule England!

Your Grace will find some proof of her treachery. I am most sure of it.

It was so fast!

May I join you, my Lady?

If it please you, sir.

My Lady!

My Lady!

Princess Elizabeth!

Princess Elizabeth!

You are accused of conspiring with Sir Thomas Wyatt

against Her Sovereign Majesty

and are arrested for treason.

I am commanded to take you hence from this place... to the Tower.

Remember who you are.

Do not be afraid of them.

My Lady.

Prisoner to the steps.

I cannot confess to something I did not do.

Your denials are in vain.

You knew of the rebellion, Madam. It is plain enough.

Where is your proof?

It was to your advantage.

You must let me see the Queen...

You despise the Queen, and the Catholic faith.

I am a true and faithful subject.

I attend Mass...

You pretend! But in your heart...

What's that? What say you, Madam?

Speak up!

Madam, if there is some small truth in these charges,

however innocently or unknowingly you did proceed,

you had best confess.

I ask you

why we must tear ourselves apart for this small question of religion.

Catholic, Protestant...!

You think it small, though it killed your mother!

We all...

We all believe in God, my Lords.

No, Madam, there is only one true belief.

The other-heresy.

Madam, you are cold.

I do not need your pity.

Accept it, then,

for my sake.

Thank you.

I shall not forget this kindness.

Tonight I think I die.

Madam.

No...!

Save me! Save me!

I am Your Majesty's most humble servant.

Come here.

Closer, so I might see your face.

When I look at you I see nothing of the King.

Only that whore-your mother.

My father never did anything so well as to cut off her head.

Your Majesty forgets he was also my father.

Why will you not confess your crimes against me?

Because, Your Majesty, I have committed none.

You speak with such sincerity!

I see you are still a consummate actress.

My husband is gone.

They have poisoned my child.

They say it is a tumour.

Madam, you are not well.

They say this cancer will make you Queen, but they are wrong!

Look there! It is your death warrant. All I need do is sign it.

Mary, if you sign that paper, you will be murdering your own sister.

You will promise me something?

When I am gone, you will do everything in your power

to uphold the Catholic faith.

Do not take away from the people the consolations of the Blessed Virgin.

When I am Queen

I promise

to act as my conscience dictates.

Well, do not think to be Queen at all.

You may return to your house at Hatfield,

but you will remain under arrest until I am recovered.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

No...

Feed her to the wolves. Let her see what they are like.

She is just a child, and yet still you piss yourselves!

Your Grace, Protestants are returning from abroad.

Yes, and have made plans to massacre every Catholic in England.

There would be butchery indeed if such a plan were even conceivable.

They say Walsingham will return from France.

Walsingham is nothing!

Be sure he does not.

There is so little beauty in this world, and so much suffering.

Do you suppose that is what God had in mind?

That is to say, if there is a God at all.

Perhaps there is nothing in this universe but ourselves

and our thoughts.

Think before you do this.

If you must do it,

then do it now.

And without regret.

But first think carefully

and be certain

why it needs to be done.

Come here.

Look out there.

There is a whole world waiting for you.

Innocence is the most precious thing you possess.

Lose that and you lose your soul.

...et Spiritus Sancti...

Amen.

Father...

- Sir William! - My Lady...

There was nowhere else we could meet in safety.

Listen to me carefully.

All things move in our favour.

Many of our friends are returning from exile.

But these are most uncertain times

and your life remains in danger.

You must therefore say nothing

and meet no-one whose visit may compromise you.

No-one?

No-one. Not even Lord Robert.

- But he is a trusted friend. - Child, listen to me. Please.

You are most innocent in the ways of this world

and we must do all we may

to guarantee the security of your throne.

Now there is someone I do wish you to meet.

Monseigneur Alvaro de la Quadra, the Spanish Ambassador.

Why do I...

My Lady,

I bring a message.

The King of Spain is enraptured, and offers you his hand in marriage.

My sister is not yet dead.

Her bed is still warm.

His Majesty finds it already cold.

You must sign it.

For the love of God, sign it.

Will you leave your kingdom to a heretic?

He then said that this King would marry me

but would not expect to share my bed more than two or three times a year.

As much as that?

Well, he...

He is enraptured.

Naturally.

But... his affairs would otherwise keep him in Spain.

Then the King is a fool.

What could ever be important enough to keep him from your bed?

Robert,

you should not say such things.

Then I shall only think them.

Everything is so uncertain! Sir William says my life is still in danger.

Do not listen to everything he tells you. Do not listen to any of them.

None of them are of consequence.

- When you are Queen... - I am not... I am not Queen yet.

You will be.

Elizabeth,

Queen of England.

A court to worship you.

A country to obey you.

Poems written celebrating your beauty.

Music composed in your honour, and they will be nothing to you.

I will mean nothing to you.

How could you ever be nothing to me?

Robert, you know you are everything to me.

All that I am

it is you.

Benedicta tu in mulieribus

et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus.

Sancta Maria, Mater Dei

ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc...

Is she dead?

Give it to her.

My Lady...

The Earl of Sussex is here.

The Queen is dead!

Long live the Queen!

Long live the Queen!

This is the Lord's doing

and it is marvellous in our eyes.

To the north, I present unto you

Elizabeth, your undoubted Queen!

To the south, I present to you

Elizabeth, your undoubted Queen!

I crown thee Elizabeth,

Queen of England, Ireland and France.

God save Your Majesty.


Your Majesty has inherited a most parlous and degenerate state.

It's threatened from abroad by France and Spain

and is weaker in men, monies and riches

than I have ever known it.

What are you saying?

Madam, your treasury is empty. The Navy is run-down,

there is no standing army, and no munitions.

There is not a fortress that could withstand a single shot.

- I have no desire for war, sir. - But that is not the end of it.

Here at home there are those who wish Your Majesty ill.

Mary of Scots has already laid claim to your throne,

and Norfolk...

Norfolk covets it relentlessly.

Madam, until you marry and produce an heir,

you will find no security.

That's Sir Christopher Hatton.

- There is Sir William Makepeace... - I do not see...

- Lord Ensley, Your Majesty. - Delighted.

I do not see why a woman need marry at all.

Come on, come on!

This is Mistress Quickly.

You will recall His Excellency the Spanish Ambassador.

How could I forget?

Excellency.

Your Majesty.

He's French. You'll have to speak up.

Do I know that gentleman?

That is Sir Francis Walsingham, Madam. He has returned from exile

and I have appointed him to have a care for Your Majesty's person.

Ah!

Excellency...

Majesty...

May I present the French Ambassador, His Excellency Monsieur de Foix.

Your Excellency.

I suppose the French do offer some suitor to her.

Naturally.

Everything now depends upon the husband that woman takes.

King Henry of Anjou sends you brotherly love.

He trusts the relationship between our countries may be much improved.

That is also my hope.

The King expects that you will consider the suit of his brother,

the Duke of Anjou.

Her Majesty will consider the proposal most carefully.

It is unfortunate, however, that the Duke's aunt, Mary of Guise,

chooses to garrison Scotland with French troops.

Ladies...

The marriage of a Queen, Excellency, is born of politics, not childish passion.

Your Grace.

Walsingham!

Welcome to England.

- Your Grace is surprised? - No.

Only a little disappointed.

Play a volta!

When may I see you in private?

In private?

Have you forgot, my Lord?

I am Queen now.

He's coming.

He's coming!

My Ladies.

My Lord.

You blush, Lady Knollys.

Are you in love?

No, my Lord.

Then you should be, or waste all that beauty.

Does Her Majesty sleep?

Not yet, Sir William.

She is... overwrought.

Show me Her Majesty's sheets every morning.

- I must know all her proper functions. - Proper functions, Sir William?

Indeed.

Her Majesty's body and person are no longer her own property.

They belong to the State.

Yes, Sir William.

Your Grace.

Your Grace, Her Majesty has not risen.

Your Grace!

Please! Your Grace! Her Majesty is not yet ready to receive visitors.

Madam!

You had best get up. There is some grave news.

My Lady, I'm sorry...

Mary of Guise has increased the French garrison in Scotland by 4,000 men.

Perhaps more.

Madam...

I'm afraid the French mean to attack while we are still weak

and while Your Majesty's reign is still uncertain.

What is your counsel?

Madam, we must with all haste raise an army to march upon Scotland.

Can... can...?

Can we not send emissaries?

There is no time for that! As Queen we look to you for action,

unless you are content to wait for the French to send more reinforcements.

Here.

Are you all in agreement?

I say there has never been a better time to abate the French pride.

Arundel?

War is a sin, but sometimes a necessary one.

Lord Robert, you were appointed to the Council to protect England's interests.

Now it appears you do not have the stomach for it.

I am in agreement, Your Grace,

if Your Majesty's throne is at risk.

- What say you, Walsingham? - Your Majesty!

I say a prince should rather be slow to take action

and should watch that he does not come to be afraid of his own shadow.

You are not, Sir Francis, a member of Council,

nor are you in the majority.

I do not like wars.

They have uncertain outcomes.

SCOTLAND

Stop!

Go back to England,

and take this to your Queen.

English blood on French colours.

Send him back to his Queen

and make sure he remains alive.

Tell that bastard Queen not to send children to fight Mary of Guise!

- Where are my councillors? - I know not, Madam.

- Where is Lord Robert? - Lord Robert, Madam, has gone hunting.

Leave me.

Go! Go!

I regret to inform Your Majesty of our miserable defeat in Scotland.

The Bishops still demand Your Majesty's removal.

They find support in every quarter.

Alas, Madam, we are come already to catastrophe.

How dare you come into my presence!

Why do you follow me here?

It is my business to protect Your Majesty

against all things.

I do not need protection. I need to be left alone!

Majesty...

They should never have been sent to Scotland.

My father would not have made such a mistake.

I have been proved unfit to rule.

That is what you all think, is it not, Walsingham?

It is not for me to judge you.

Why did they send children! Why did they not send proper reinforcements!

The Bishops would not let them.

They spoke against it in the pulpits.

Then... they are speaking against their Queen.

Madam, the Bishops are against you and have no fear of you.

They do not expect you to survive.

My Lord! The Queen!

Where have you been?

You were not at Court.

Majesty, Monsieur de Foix.

Mary of Guise, Ma'am,

promises to make no further threat against Your Majesty, but

on one condition.

What condition?

That Your Majesty considers the proposal of her nephew the Duke of Anjou.

The Duke is most eager to meet Your Majesty.

He has heard a great deal of your beauty.

For the love of God, Madam, let not the care of your diseased estate

hang in the balance any longer.

In marriage, and in the production of an heir,

lies your only surety.

The Duke is also most... handsome.

Very well.

Invite the Duke of Anjou.

We shall see him in the flesh.

Robert!

The Duke will not take kindly to a rival for his suit.

He is a traitor, and his father before him.

Lord Robert's head will end up on a spike,

not on the pillow of a Queen.

Must you leave?

I would not miss this for the world.

Today I shall watch the fall of that heretic girl.

I have been placed here as your sov...

I am your sovereign. I have been placed here...

I...

God has... God has placed me here...

I am your anointed sovereign...

I am your Queen... And like my father I mean to rule.

There is one thing higher than royalty, my Lords, and that

is religion.

I pass this... I pass this Act of...

I ask you to pa... I...

I ask you to pass this Act of Uniformity.

Not for myself. For my people.

They're my people...

There is one God. We have a common... There is one God.

This is for my people. My people are my care.

The only care.

My Lords, your votes are nothing without my consent.

If there is no uniformity of religious belief here

then there can only be fragmentation.

Disputes and quarrels.

Surely, my Lords, it is better to have a single Church of England.

A single Church of England!

With a common prayer book.

And... and a...

And... a common purpose.

I ask you to pass this Act of Uniformity

not... not for myself

but for my people

who are my only care.

Madam, by this Act,

you force us to relinquish our allegiance to the Holy Father.

Hear, hear!

How can I force you, Your Grace?

I am a woman.

I have no desire to make windows into men's souls.

I simply ask

can any man, in truth,

serve two masters

and be faithful to both?

Madam, this is heresy!

No, Your Grace, this is

common sense.

Which is a most English virtue.

Where is Gardiner? Where are the others?

Let us out!

Open the door!

This is Walsingham's doing.

It is the devil's work.

It will not serve her in any case.

The Bishops will pass no measure which severs us from Rome.

Your Majesty would improve all these matters

if you would agree to marry.

Aye. Marry, Madam.

Aye. But marry who, Your Grace?

Will you give me some suggestion?

For some say France, and others Spain, and

and some cannot abide foreigners at all.

So I'm not sure how best to please you unless I married one of each.

Now Your Majesty does make fun of the sanctity of marriage.

I do not think you should lecture me on that, my Lord,

since you yourself have been twice divorced.

And are now upon your third wife!

Each of you must vote according to your conscience.

But remember this.

In your hands,

upon this moment,

lies the future happiness of my people,

and the peace

of this realm.

Let that be upon your conscience also.

My Lords, the House will divide.

Walsingham...!

I would know on what authority you have kept us locked up here.

Your Graces must forgive me, but you are now free to go.

I am sure this infernal work has not saved your bastard Queen.

Her Majesty... has won the argument.

By what count?

By five, Your Grace.

Five.

You will be damned for this!

And I pray God your wretched soul will burn in hell!

Report back to me at break of day.

Enchanté.

No!

Because... I am Anjou!

Yes, I am Anjou, yes! I am Anjou.

My God! She loves it!

And I can't wait...

I dream of the moment when we are naked together in bed

where I can stroke your thigh and perhaps even

your quinny?

Would you like that?

Remove your hand.

Perhaps, Your Grace, we shall think on it, but...

- I am deeply religious. - But I am very religious, too.

Very religious, yes!

THE VATICAN

Your Holiness, the priest from England is here.

Tell me, my son, what is the news of our brothers and sisters in England?

Do they still support the sovereignty of that illegitimate whore?

No, Holy Father.

They pray ceaselessly that England may be recovered from heresy.

Prayers may not be sufficient.

I will ask for guidance in this matter.

But do not despair.

Was it not truly said that the righteous shall inherit the earth?

Such piercing eyes!

And very indiscreet!

My true love has my heart

and I have hers.

My heart in me

keeps her and me in one.

My heart in her, her thoughts and senses guide.

She loves my heart

for once it was her own.

I cherish hers

because in me it bides.

My true love has my heart

and I

have hers.

Marry me.

Marry me.

The Queen is very intimate with Lord Robert, no?

With me she plays the shrew. With him the lover?

Her life depends on the feelings of my heart, yes?

She is a woman, Sire.

They say one thing but mean another.

No man can unlock their secrets.

Unless they have

a very big key!

Yes!

A very big key!

On a night such as this

could any woman say no?

On a night such as this

could a Queen say no?

Does not a Queen sit under the same stars as any other woman?

Monseigneur Alvaro!

Monseigneur Alvaro!

Tell me,

as well as Ambassador, are you not also a Bishop?

I am, my Lord.

Then you can marry us!

Marry you?

Perhaps he does not know enough English to perform the ceremony!

Alas, Madam, in this matter I can be of no help to you.

Madam!

The Queen!

- Protect the Queen! - Help her!

Quickly! Call the Guard!

The Queen! The Queen!

Look to the Queen!

Isabel, see that the ladies are prepared.

Isabel, go!

Where were you, Sir Francis?

I only hope that Her Majesty may be safely delivered from this present danger.

Is the bedchamber ready?

Be calm, Madam. All is well.

I am perfectly well.

Please do not fuss.

- No-one is to enter. - Yes, Sir William.

- Stay in here now, and watch. - Yes, Sir Francis.

Sorry, Lord Robert.

I said no-one.

My Lord,

a word.

To whose advantage was this?

De Foix?

No.

Not with Anjou in play.

Then some... madman?

There is always madness, Master Elyot.

This was devised. There is reason behind it.

Then Alvaro

for he has most cause.

Yes, but he was present.

He is too subtle for that.

Would Norfolk?

He is not so subtle and has even more cause.

Indeed.

So then

he is not in league with the Spanish.

Perhaps. Stay close to him.

The Duke has some other game.

I must find where he plays.

I see it is true that the Queen favours you above all others.

But you have many enemies here. Is it not so?

That is no concern of yours.

It may be.

If you would be prepared, in secret, to renounce heresy

and embrace the true faith,

then you might find many new and powerful friends

and

keep your Queen.

You are most mistaken, Monseigneur,

if you think I might so easily be persuaded

to act against my conscience,

and my love.

My Lord,

what will a man not do for love?

Madam, if only you would heed my advice.

I narrowly escaped with my life, sir. I cannot now discuss marriage.

Forgive me... the one cannot be separated from the other.

- Have I not told you? - Yes, and I am sick of it.

This entire conversation is ill-timed.

My patience, Sir William, is not infinite.

It is a great joy to see Your Majesty is not hurt.

It was a terrible affair.

The Duke would still know the answer to his suit.

You may tell the Duke he shall have his answer shortly.

Madam, the point is pressing!

The Duke cannot love me so much if he demands my answer so precipitously!

Perhaps Her Majesty's heart is already set upon another.

Do not presume, monsieur, to know the secrets of my heart.

Monsieur de Foix may leave.

Please, Excellency...

Je vous prie de mes excuses.

Secrets, Madam?!

You have no secrets!

The world knows Lord Robert visits your chambers and you

fornicate with him!

It's even said you already carry his child!

Yes, Sir William, I live my life in the open! I am surrounded by people!

I do not understand how so bad a judgement has been formed of me!

Madam, you...

You cannot marry Lord Robert!

He is already married.

Here comes our married man.

Lord Dudley is not himself today.

Lord Dudley's cup runneth over.

Imagine being discovered in another woman's bed!

Aye, and that it to be his wife's!

Lord Robert, we are amazed you show your face at Court.

The Queen!

Spanish!

Spanish!

English pirate!

English pirate!

Is it not enough that English pirates attack and rob our ships

but we are to be made fools of in this Court.

The King, my master, has become impatient for Your Grace to act.

If you will not, then others may.

You must reassure His Majesty the time is close at hand.

He must not act precipitously.

- His Majesty has heard a rumour - The world is filled with rumours.

that Your Grace has made contact with Mary of Scots to promote your ambitions.

Even that you mean to marry her.

Do you suppose me an idiot?

Your master is the most powerful man in the world. I would not cross him.

Will the Duke not come to dance?

Madam, His Grace is indisposed. He has some pains of the stomach.

Oh.

I am very sorry for it.

We wish to give the Duke this ring

as a token of our love.

- Madam... - No.

I shall give it to him myself.

Madam, I should not...

Sir William.

Come along.

What!

What?

What, er... what!

You stare, Madam.

What is it?

Do you see

something strange, perhaps?

You are wearing a dress, Your Grace.

Oh! Yes, I am wearing a dress. Yes, yes, I am wearing a dress!

I wear a dress like this, my mother, and you.

But I only dress like this when I'm alone, in private, with my friends.

Your Grace...

Although my affection for you is undiminished

I have, after an agonising struggle,

determined to sacrifice my own happiness for the wElizabethare of my people.

My God!

Madam, I will explain.

There is no need, Excellency.

I understand everything!

Allez-vous-en, allez!

Jouez! Jouez!

Up yours!

Madam, is the, er... is the Duke...

There will be no more talk of marriage.

Lord Robert!

Your Majesty?

Will you dance?

If it please you.

Play a volta!

Why will you not see me?

You must let me explain.

Others will take advantage of this.

You must not believe what they tell you. They are jealous

and envious, because I am nothing to them

and everything to you.

Do you love her?

No, I love you. I have always loved you.

I was afraid of losing you because I was not free!

For God's sake, you are still my Elizabeth!

I am not your Elizabeth!

I am no man's Elizabeth!

And if you think to rule here you are mistaken!

I will have one mistress here

and no master!

It matters nothing to me. I can live without her

most happily.

Better than I could live with her.

I have no need of her love. Have I not suffered enough already

for loving her and showing it?

I envy you, my Lord.

To love a woman so deeply.

Monseigneur... envy no man for that.

Such love is hateful.

It tears the soul apart. Envy a man who has never known such love.

Perhaps there may still be a way to reclaim her affections.

Why should I want to?

And to save her life.

- You jest with me. - No, I do not.

For she will be dead soon enough, perhaps even at Norfolk's hand,

if you do not help her.

How can I help her?

She will not even see me.

His Holiness has issued the Bull.

It deprives Elizabeth, pretended Queen of England, servant of wickedness,

of her throne,

and declares that her subjects are absolved of their allegiance to her.

His Holiness also decrees that any man

who should undertake her assassination

will be welcomed by angels into the Kingdom of Heaven.

Give these letters of blessing and hope to our friends in England.

THE COAST OF ENGLAND

Your Grace.

Monseigneur.

And Thomas Elyot.

You serve your master well, Elyot.

As well as I can, in truth.

I mean your real master.

What's this?

What master?

Walsingham.

The priest is mistaken, my Lord.

I am Your Grace's servant, as God is my witness.

- Isabel... - Sshh, don't fuss.

You should not try them on, Isabel. They are the Queen's dresses.

Why not?

You're my secret.

I am Queen, aren't I?

Say you're mine.

You're my Elizabeth.

Say you're my Elizabeth.

I am your Elizabeth.

I am your Queen!

Ssh...!

Sshh...!

Kat?

Kat!

Kat?

Who are you?

You will declare yourself to me.

Madam!

Something has happened! You must come quickly!

Who was with her?

One of the guards found her. He says he saw Lord Robert leave...

No, Madam, no.

The dress was poisoned.

Uncover her.

No...! That dress was a gift

for me.

French silk.

SCOTLAND

Vite! Vite!

Sir Francis,

you and I must be honest with each other.

Your Queen is weak.

She has no army,

no friends. Only...

Comment dit-on...?

- Enemies. - Enemies.

Mm-hm.

What terms can she propose?

Madam, Her Majesty was, I believe,

too hasty at rejecting the Duke's proposal of marriage.

But how can I marry such a woman? Huh?

She is frigid!

Yes! They even say she is really a man!

Go to bed. Leave me with this.

Forgive my nephew.

He speaks when he should not.

He is terrible.

Ne fais pas l'idiot, Henri.

I hear you are a wise man, Sir Francis,

and a creature of the world

like me.

Yes.

I have no illusions.

I know it is only a matter of time

before my Queen is overthrown.

Her Majesty rules with the heart,

not with the head.

I understand.

It is hard for a woman to forget her heart.

But, er...

what of you,

Walsingham?

A wise man would be careful not to put himself in the way of harm.

And how would a wise man do that?

He would, as I said, change allegiance.

Allegiance?

There are but two choices.

He would get into bed with either Spain or France.

And whose bed

would you prefer?

Your Majesty, may I speak with you?

In private.

Speak.

You are in the greatest danger.

You must believe me.

But you have a friend.

Someone who can guarantee your safety

and your throne.

A friend?

The King of Spain.

Leave us.

How would he guarantee it?

He would marry you.

Only to make an alliance. Nothing more.

He would not expect to...

He would live in Spain.

Why do you do this, Robert?

Because I love you.

And though you will not see me, I am the only one who would care for you.

You love me so much you would have me be your whore?

For God's sake, I do this for us.

I ask you to save some part of us!

Lord Robert, you may make whores of my Ladies but you shall not make one of me.

Your Majesty.

Elizabeth is a witch!

A witch!

And her servant is the devil!

Get out! Get out!

Of course I shall deny it.

Your Majesty must publicly dissociate herself from this most bloody act.

I never ordered it.

Of course, Madam, of course.

You must also make conciliatory gestures towards the Spanish.

Your dependence upon their goodwill is greater than ever.

- I must... - The word "must" is not used to princes.

I have followed your advice in all the affairs of my kingdom, but

your policies would make England nothing but part of France or Spain.

From this moment I am going to follow my own opinion.

Forgive me, Madam, but you are only a woman.

I may be a woman, Sir William, but if I choose I have the heart of a man!

I am my father's daughter.

I am not afraid of anything.

I...

I deeply regret, Madam, if I have caused you such offence

though God knows all my advice has only ever been

to secure Your Majesty's throne.

And I am grateful for it.

I have decided to create you Lord Burghley,

so you may enjoy your retirement in greater ease.

- Madam... - That will be all, Lord Burghley.

Majesty...

Madam, if I may?

A prince should never flinch from being blamed

for acts of ruthlessness which are necessary for safeguarding the State

and their own person.

You must take these things so much to heart that you do not fear to strike

even the very nearest that you have

if they be implicated.

It has been made known to me

there is a priest abroad in the land, carrying letters from Rome

to those who mean to harm you.

Norfolk's power in Court is growing.

It is said that he and his foreign allies

are raising an army to outnumber your own.

If Your Majesty does not act soon

then he will.

Find the priest, and those who harbour him.

Right, search every room! You two, upstairs!

Where is Lord Arundel?

He's not here, sir.

Do you know where your father is?

You were carrying letters from the Pope.

To whom were you told to give them?

Tell me,

what is God to you?

Has He abandoned you?

Is He such a worldly God that He must play at politics and conspiracy?

Is He not divine?

Tell me the truth, as if you were face to face with Him now.

I am a patient man, Father.

Sussex,

Gardiner,

Arundel.

A man will confess to anything

under torture.

And Lord Robert Dudley, Earl of Leicester.

Madam, this document was also found among the priest's possessions.

From His Holiness the Pope to His Grace the Duke of Norfolk.

"To legitimise your claim to the throne of England, His Holiness proposes

"Your Grace should take as your bride Mary, Queen of Scots,

and overthrow Elizabeth..."

The illegitimate and heretical whore

who now sits upon the throne.

All Norfolk need do is sign this paper, and treason will have been committed.

Then let him sign it.

And let it all be done.

In the future,

when England is safe again and faithful,

they will thank me for this act and forget the manner of it.

Is it not true?

Deliver this most carefully.

What is the meaning of this?

Your Grace is arrested. You must go with these men to the Tower.

I must do nothing by your orders. I am Norfolk.

You were Norfolk.

The dead have no titles.

You were the most powerful man in England

and could have been greater still

but you had not the courage to be loyal.

Only the conviction of your own vanity.

I think, Walsingham, a man's courage is in the manner of his death.

I am content to die for my beliefs.

So cut off my head

and make me a martyr.

The people will always remember it.

No...

They will forget.

Your Majesty

knows that

I did it only for my faith.

Nothing more.

All your many kindnesses are remembered.

You must not think we care not for your children.

Your Majesty is merciful and forgiving.

What kept you, Walsingham?

I have been waiting.

Your Majesty...

They are all gone to the Tower.

Your friends.

Tell me,

how should I serve thee, Robert?

My course is run.

Just tell me why.

Why?

Madam,

is it not plain enough to you?

It is no easy thing to be loved

by the Queen.

It would corrupt the soul of any man.

Now, for God's sake, kill me.

No...

I think rather to let you live.

Madam, that is not wise. Lord Robert has committed treason.

- He must be made example of. - And I will make an example of him.

He shall be kept alive

to always remind me

of how close I came to danger.

I have rid England of her enemies.

What do I do now?

Am I to be made of stone?

Must I be touched by nothing?

Aye, Madam, to reign supreme.

All men need something greater than themselves to look up to and worship.

They must be able to touch the divine

here on earth.

She had such power over men's hearts.

They died for her.

They have found nothing to replace her.

You will be damned for this!

Tonight I think I die.

Speak up!

Kat...

I have become a virgin.

Observe, Lord Burghley.

I am married

to England.

ELIZABETH REIGNED FOR ANOTHER 40 YEARS

WALSINGHAM REMAINED HER MOST TRUSTED AND LOYAL ADVISOR TO THE END

SHE NEVER MARRIED AND NEVER SAW DUDLEY IN PRIVATE AGAIN

ON HER DEATHBED SHE WAS SAID TO HAVE WHISPERED HIS NAME

BY THE TIME OF HER DEATH ENGLAND WAS THE RICHEST AND MOST POWERFUL COUNTRY IN EUROPE

HER REIGN HAS BEEN CALLED THE GOLDEN AGE

E L I Z A B E T H

THE VIRGIN QUEEN

Donated by SergeiK


NOTAS

Al Obispo Gardiner, tuerto, lo personifica Terence Rigby.

The taming of the shrew







La película (1967) de Zeffirelli con Burton y la Taylor enamorados.
Hay química. Se sigue con fidelidad el texto de Shakespeare.
El cuento aparece originalmente en un libro del Infante Don Juan Manuel:"El conde Lucanor" (del siglo XIV), cuya narración número 35 es De lo que aconteció a un mancebo que casó con una mujer muy fuerte y muy brava.
En español tenemos el cuento de Bruno Traven, "La tigresa", que protagonizaron María Félix y Pedro Armendáriz en Canasta de cuentos mexicanos (1955) bajo la dirección de Julio Bracho.

domingo, 26 de julio de 2009

Shakespeare in love





















































Una película bonita, con un Shakespeare improbable.
Pongo la parte más "movida".
Se puede ver en Youtube. Subieron una doblada al español de España. Abominable.



PARTE DEL SCREENPLAY QUE CORRESPONDE A ESTE VIDEO
(Si quieren el guión completo, basta escribir en el buscador "Shakespeare in Love" "Screenplay by Marc Norman and Tom Stoppard")

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. STAGE. DAY.

Swordplay. An amazing performance that holds the audience
spellbound. "TYBALT" kills "MERCUTIO."

ALLEYN AS MERCUTIO
(to ROMEO)
"I am hurt.

WILL AS ROMEO
Courage man. The hurt cannot be much.

ALLEYN A MERCUTIO
Ask for me tomorrow and you shall find
me a grave man."

A roll of thunder. Over the heads of the audience, far
above the thatched roof of the theatre, clouds are
gathering in the sky. On stage "MERCUTIO" is in 'ROMEO'S"
arms, but the tone of the playing is unlike anything we
have seen before: without bombast, intense and real. And
the audience is quiet and attentive.

ALLEYN AS MERCUTIO (CONT'D)
"…--Why the devil came you between us?
I was hurt under your arms."

EXT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. DAY.

In the semirural view towards the City of London, there
can be discerned a gaggle of approaching MEN and three is
something orderly about them. As they come closer, we see
that they are a company of PIKE MEN, marching toward the
theatre, led by the Master of the Revels, TILNEY. Thunder
rolls.

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. STAGE. DAY.

Figures are running across the stage, in the panic that
follows "TYBALT" death.

ACTOR AS BENVOLIO
"Romeo, away, be gone! The citizens
are up and Tybalt slain. Stand not
amazed. The prince will doom thee
death If thou art taken. Hence, be
gone away!"

WILL AS ROMEO
"I am fortune's fool!"

ACTOR AS BENVOLIO
"Why dost thou stay!"

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. BACKSTAGE. DAY.

WILL has just 'killed' "TYBALT." He is still breathless
from fighting. he stands face to face with VIOLA.

WILL
I am fortune's fool.

They stare at each other, transfixed.

WILL (CONT'D)
You are married?

PAUSE. She cannot answer.

WILL (CONT'D)
If you be married, my gave is like to
be my wedding bed. The implication of
her silence fills the air. WILL does
not move.

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. STAGE. DAY.

We cannot tell whether this is the play or their life.
The audience, and the rest of the world, might as well
not exist. WILL turn from her and begins to descend from
the 'balcony.'

VIOLA AS JULIET
"Art thou gone so?

WILL stops.

VIOLA AS JULIET (CONT'D)
Love, lord, ay husband, friend, I must
hear from thee every day in the hour,
For in a minute there are many days.
O, by this count I shall be much in
years Ere I again behold my Romeo…"

WILL as "ROMEO" seems unable to speak. Then he says:

WILL AS ROMEO
"…Farewell…"

All other sounds drain away, and time seems to stop.

VIOLA AS JULIET
"O think'st thou we shall ever meet
again…? Methinks I see thee, now thou
art so low, As one dead in the bottom
of a tomb. Either my eyesight fails,
or thou lookest pale."

WILL AS ROMEO
"Trust me, love, in my eyes so do you.
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu.
Adieu"

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. STAGE. DAY.

Now the FRIAR is giving "JULIET' his potion.

EDWARD AS FRIAR
"No warmth, no breath shall testify
thou livest And in this borrow'd
likeness of shrunk death Thou shall
continue two and forty hours And then
awake as from a pleasant sleep…"

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. STAGE. DAY.

It's FENNYMAN'S moment. The "APOTHECARY" and "ROMEO."

WILL AS ROMEO
"Come hither, man. I see that thou art
poor. Hold, there is forty ducats. Let
me have A dram of poison--"

FENNYMAN AS APOTHECARY
"Such mortal drugs I have but Mantua's
law is death to any he that utters
them!"

FENNYMAN has cut in several lines early, but his
conviction is astonishing.

FENNYMAN AS APOTHECARY
"My poverty but not my will consents."

WILL AS ROMEO
"I pay thy poverty and not thy will."

EXT. STREET. NEAR THE CURTAIN THEATRE. DAY.

TILNEY, on the march. His hand grips a copy of the
Curtain flyer.

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. STAGE. DAY.

"JULIET" lies "dead." She lies on top of her tomb, "lying
in stage," her best dress, her hair done, her hands in
prayer at her breast, her eyes closed. "ROMEO" has found
her like this.

WILL AS ROMEO
"Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your
last embrace! and lips, Oh you The
doors of breath, seal with a righteous
kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing
death! Come, bitter conduct; come,
unsavory guide! Thou desparate pilot,
now at once run on The dashing rocks
thy seasick weary bark!"

As WILL embraces her, VIOLA'S eyes flicker open (shielded
by WILL from the audience) and the lovers look at each
other for a moment as WILL and VIOLA rather than as
"ROMEO" and "JULIET." Their eyes are wet with tears.

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. AUDITORIUM. DAY.

BURBAGE and ROSALINE are watching.

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. AUDITORIUM. DAY.

KEMPE is watching.

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. AUDITORIUM. DAY.

We see that in the audience are several of the WHORES we
recognise from the brothel. They are weeping openly.

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. STAGE. DAY.

WILL is raising the fatal drug in a last toast.

WILL AS ROMEO
"Here's to my love (he drinks) O true
Apothecary."

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. THE WINGS. DAY.

FENNYMAN, moved but proud in the wings.

FENNYMAN
(whispers to himself)
I was good. I was great.

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. STAGE. DAY.

WILL AS ROMEO
"Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss
I die." (and he dies)

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. AUDITORIUM. DAY.

The NURSE is weeping too.

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. STAGE. DAY.

"JULIET" wakes up with a start.

VIOLA AS JULIET
"…Where is my lord?

I do remember well where I should be, And there I am.
Where is my Romeo?"

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. AUDITORIUM. DAY.

NURSE
(involuntarily)
Dead!

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. STAGE. DAY.

VIOLA AS JULIET
"What here? A cup clos'd in my true
love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been
his timeless end."

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. STAGE. DAY.

"JULIET" takes "ROMEO'S" dagger.

VIOLA AS JULIET
"…O happy dagger

This is thy sheath. There rust, and let me die."

She stabs herself and dies. The "inner curtain" closes
over the tomb.

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. STAGE/AUDITORIUM. DAY.

HIGH ANGLE on audience and stage. "THE PRINCE" played by
WABASH is having the last word.

THE PRINCE
"For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."

The end. There is complete silence. The ACTORS are
worried. But then the audience goes mad with applause.

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. THE INNER CURTAIN/STAGE. DAY.

The inner curtain opens, but WILL and VIOLA, are in a
play of their own…embracing and kissing passionately,
making their own farewell. HENSLOWE is too stunned and
moved to react at first. Then he looks at the audience
and the penny drops. It's a hit.

INT. THE CURTAIN THEATRE. AUDITORIUM/STAGE. DAY.

The audience roars. WILL, VIOLA, and THE COMPANY come
forward to meet the applause. TILNEY and his MEN burst
in. TILNEY jumps up onto the stage, where the ADMIRAL'S
MEN are taking their bows. TILNEY'S "COPS" ring the
stage, facing inwards.

TILNEY
(shouts triumphantly)
I arrest you in the name of Queen
Elizabeth!

The AUDIENCE goes quiet. BURBAGE jumps out of the
audience onto the stage.

BURBAGE
Arrest who, Mr. Tilney?

TILNEY
Everybody! The Admiral's Men, The
Chamberlain's Men and everyone of you
ne'er-do-wells who stands in contempt
of the authority invested in me by her
Majesty.

BURBAGE
Contempt? You closed the Rose--I have
not opened it.

TILNEY is at a loss but only for a moment.

TILNEY
(he points a "j'accuse"
finger at VIOLA)
That woman is a woman!

The entire audience and the actors, recoil and gasp. The
NURSE crosses herself.

ALLEYN
What?! A woman?! You mean that goat?!

He points at VIOLA, brazening it out without much chance.

TILNEY
I'll see you all in the clink! In the
same of her Majesty Queen Elizabeth

And an authoritative voice from the audience interrupts
him.

VOICE
Mr. Tilney…!

It is QUEEN ELIZABETH herself, descending now, her hood
and cloak thrown back. She is an awesome sight. A shaft
of sunlight hits her.

QUEEN
Have a care with my name, you will
wear it out.

There is a general parting of the waves, soldiers and
actors, a general backing off and bowing as QUEEN
ELIZABETH takes the limelight.

QUEEN (CONT'D)
The Queen of England does not attend
exhibitions of public lewdness so
something is out of joint. Come here,
Master Kent. Let me look at you.

VIOLA comes forward, and is about to curtsey when she
catches the QUEEN'S eye, an arresting eye, which arrests
the curtsey and turns it into a sweeping bow.

QUEEN (CONT'D)
Yes, the illusion is remarkable and
your error, Mr. Tilney, easily
forgiven, but I know something of a
woman in a man's profession, yes, by
God, I do know about that. That is
enough from you, Maser Kent. If only
Lord Wessex were here.

VOICE
He is, Ma'am.
****************************************************
WILL notices a thirteen-year-old actor,
the URCHIN we met before.

WILL
Who are you, master?

URCHIN
I am Ethel, sir, the Pirate's
daughter.

WILL
(furiously)
I'll be damned if you are!

And he helps the URCHIN off with a kick. The URCHIN
glowers with resentment.
Later: The
URCHIN, the short-lived Ethel, is sitting in the alley.

WILL
Better fortune, boy.

URCHIN
(shrugs)
I was in a play. They cut my head off
in Titus Andronicus. When I write
plays, they will be like Titus.

WILL
(pleased)
You admire it?

The URCHIN nods grimly.

URCHIN
I like it when they cut heads off. And
the daughter mutilated with knives.

WILL
Oh. What is your name?

URCHIN.
John Webster. Here, kitty, kitty.

Because a stray cat is nearby. The cat show an interest.
The URCHIN passes a white mouse to the cat and watches
the result with sober interest.

URCHIN
Plenty of blood. That is the only
writing.

WILL backs away, unnerved by the boy.

URCHIN
Wait, you'll see the cat bites his
head off.

WILL
I have to get back.

******
Menéndez y Menéndez opus
El pariente bueno transcribe en
http://www.menendezymenendez.com/2008/09/shakespeare-una-nueva-biografa.html
una entrevista con Peter Ackroyd, autor de una biografía del Bardo.

sábado, 18 de julio de 2009

Tito Andrónico