Internet Dating…

“Daniel!  How much longer are you going to be on that blasted computer?” Susie spoke in a frustrated voice, “you seem to spend every minute on it when you’re at home.

“Daniel slowly looked up from his monitor and gazed upon the interruption from his partner Susie.

“I didn’t know you were sitting there,” he replied in a casual manner.

Susie glared at him.

“I’ve been sitting here for the past half hour,” said Susie and all you’ve been doing is surfing the internet, what for, to see what you can spend our hard-earned cash on.”

“Wouldn’t it be nice if you gave me the same attention you give to that machine,” she asked in an angry sounding voice.”

Daniel’s manner became crafty.  But I could Susie, if you would only let me buy those much needed attachments I keep telling you about.  That faster modem, processor and larger hard disk to cope with the new programs.  Then surfing would be so much faster and with all the time I’d save we could…

Susie rose to her feet, stormed from the room, slamming the door in disgust as she left.  “I suppose that’s a no,” he said to himself.

He returned to his keyboard, wiped the screen of the web-site he had been looking at and entered the address of his special one, when Susie wasn’t around.  “If you can’t beat them,” he said softly to himself.

The following day Susie noticed Daniel had gone off to work in his taxi as usual.  Leaving his computer switched on again.  She meaningfully strode over to the machine, intending to turn it off, but her action froze in mid air.  Daniel had left it connected to the last web-site he’d been looking at, and her eyes were stunned by the words on the screen:

‘meetamate’ said the heading.

Open-mouthed, Susie read the captions beneath.

Bored?  Lonely?  Looking for that special someone?  If so, just click the box.  We have girls and guys waiting to meet you.

They’re waiting.

They’re on-line.  Now!

It was a computerised ads column!  Daniel was using his computer to talk to other girls…perhaps while she was even in the same room!  Furiously Susie reached out to cut the hateful machine off in its prime and yank its plug from the wall.

She stopped abruptly, staring at the screen.  There were two columns listing guys and girls to be talked to via the Internet.  There were dozens of females, she noted but only one male: Mark.

Next to his name was a flashing yellow box.  Click here, it said.

Cautiously Susie sat down in front of the machine and reached for the mouse.  She faltered for a moment, then moved it towards Mark’s name.

If he can do it so can I, she said to herself, as she clicked the box.

The screen cleared, and for a moment, nothing happened.  Then all of a sudden a message flashed up.

Hi. I’m Mark.  What’s your name?

Susie jumped and couldn’t stop herself looking around to check that she was really alone in the room.  When she turned back to the screen, the words were still there, glowing quietly.  Feeling foolish, she tapped in her name.

There was a pause, and then more words appeared on the screen.

That’s a nice name.  Tell me about yourself, Susie.

Susie blushed, but she couldn’t help it.  Nobody had ever told her Susie was a nice name before.  Certainly, Daniel never had, but then Daniel hardly ever paid her a compliment of any kind.

Settling back in the chair, Susie began to tell Mark all about herself.

Daniel slowly poked his head nervously round the door after returning home from work, later that evening.  “I’m sorry about last night,” he said, as soon as he saw Susie.

She got up from the couch, slowly strode over to the door where he was nervously standing and kissed him on the cheek.

“No,” she said.  “I’m sorry, it was my fault.”

Daniel gulped.  “You are?”

She nodded her head.  Yes, I was being selfish; I should take more of an interest in your hobbies.

“You should?”

Susie nodded again.  Yes she said.  To prove it, why don’t we sit down right now, have a look through some magazines and you can order those things you wanted for that machine of yours?

She took him by the hand and gently steered him over to the settee where a cup of coffee and a pile of glossy computer magazines were placed on the side table.

Daniel swallowed again.  You mean, I can get that modem, processor, and the hard disk.

“Will that make talking to people over the Internet quicker?”  Daniel nodded slowly.  She poured him a coffee.  “Then that’s just what I mean.”  Susie said in a meaningful manner.

Talking to Mark has been a revelation, but as Daniel had always told her, it was so frustratingly

The man from the Computer shop was round two days later to install some of the equipment that Daniel and Susie had ordered.

“It’s rare to find a girl who knows her ROM from her RAM,” he said with a cheeky grin.  I’ve had a very good teacher, said Susie.  She thought to herself, he had very nice eyes and a charming manner.

Mark was assembling a new machine at the workbench in his Computer shop, when the door flew open and Daniel stormed in.  Mark slowly rose, his words of greeting were frozen by the harsh look on Daniel’s face, as he advanced in a menacing manner, slowly Mark backed away.  “Is there something wrong?” he asked.

“You could say that,” Daniel snapped.

“But Daniel,” he protested, I did everything you told me to.

A few moments later Mark and Daniel were sitting at the rear of the Computer shop.  Mark summoned up all the tact he could manage.  What is wrong?

Daniel remained silent.

I mean. I set up that dummy site as we agreed with my name on it.  I sat around waiting for her to click on to it and when she did, I spent hours talking to her, taking it slowly as you said.  It went great.  In return, you got the bits and pieces for your computer, and I got the profits from the sales.  What could have gone wrong?

Daniel gave a scornful look in anger.  “Nothing,” he barked.  “absolutely nothing.”  Except you have forgotten one thing?

Mark still looked puzzled.  Daniel spat out the words.

“Your new assistant.  The guy you sent to install   the stuff.”

Mark frowned.  Dave?  There’s nothing wrong with Dave.  He knows his stuff inside out.  Mind you, he hasn’t been around the last few days.

Daniel nodded heavily.  Oh, he knows his stuff all right.  The reason you haven’t seen him is that he’s gone off with my Susie!

Daniel’s head slowly sank towards the tabletop, his words were muffled by the arms he brought up to cover his head.

“She said she never knew computing could be so interesting until he showed her his hardware!”

There was an uncomfortable silence.

Oh.  Ah.  I see.

Almost against his will, his eyes were drawn from the sight of his suffering friend to the boxes of computer accessories piled up all around them.  “So, will you be wanting that new laser-printer and flat bed scanner now or not?”

Young and Innocent…

“Paris, Oh Paris, a city steeped in history, from Knights Templar to the Storming of the Bastille, and the French Revolution.” I thought to myself as I stepped out from my hotel into the busy streets, with my trusted camera in hand.

Little did I know, a chance meeting this day with a French woman, was destined to change my thoughts on life in ways, I could never have imagined.

Annette was on her hands and knees, before the altar in the “Enclos du Temple,” a gothic styled round chapel.  The church was consecrated to the Holy Mary, the burial place for Templar high dignitaries who died in Paris, producing a rubbing of the gravestone of a former Templar Knight.

She turned her head, and looked up at me, “you just finish,” said I in terrible French which got a wee smile” I replied, “for I am in no hurry,” she nodded and smiled in response.

Here I was, sitting on a church pew, telling a complete stranger, how I ended up here in Paris.  I had won a three-day break in Paris, a works competition, and had slipped away from the others to see, to experience the older parts of this historical city.

She finished, and as she packed away her things, I took my photographs on my old and faithful Zorki 4K camera.  As I reached the entrance, she stood, as if waiting for me.

I remember my mother’s words; but did I obey them, “don’t talk to any strange women,” and then I asked her if she would like to join me for a coffee.  She smiled.  We sat in the sun, under the shadow of the Eiffel Tower.  As the coffee bar filled up, she offered to show me the older parts of Paris, what the tourists never see, and I agreed as we walked arm in arm down old cobbled streets.  Here I was walking the streets with a beautiful woman on my arm.  I had no idea where we were going, but somehow, I felt safe in her hands.

By the time I returned to my hotel it was nearly two o’clock in the morning, yet I wasn’t tired just exhilarated.  I had met a young French woman, who had shown me Paris.  We had wined and dined by candle-light by the River Seine, yet I truly didn’t know her, but she left a memorable impression on me.  We exchanged contact details and kissed, before going our separate ways.  Would I hear from her again?  I doubted that, but one can always hope.

Those memories of that interlude, were mine and mine alone, not for sharing.  We wrote to each other and shared pictures, over the coming months.  Memories of that interlude haunted me, as autumn turned to winter, and spring came with an offer to spend my summer holiday with her seeing France in the August.  How could I refuse?  I will book the accommodation she said, you just hire a car, and we will share the costs.

At the beginning of August, I arrived in Paris, and there to greet me with holdalls in hand, stood Annette.  She threw herself at me, as we embraced in a passionate kiss.

We picked up the yellow Renault hire car, our transport for the week.  With window’s down we headed out for Frances open roads.  Our destination Marseilles, a 7–8-hour drive on a hot day to our self-catering cottage in the countryside only a few mins drive from the port.

I remembered when we stopped for fuel, some thirty kilometres from the airport, and it fell to me to pay for the fuel, whilst she picked up some supplies.  My French was poor, as she stood only metres from me, she cracked up in laughter, but I got better as the week went on.

The self-catering cottage was nothing more than run down pre-war shacks, consisting of a couple of rooms and outside toilet and a shower block… but did we care? No.

The heat that day had been boiling, sweat poured from our bodies, as we dropped our bags in one corner, then threw open the windows, hoping for a cool breeze … no such luck, as temperatures were in the high forty’s.

For a moment we stood in the middle of the room gazing at each other, nothing spoken, just that longing feeling and a passionate kiss.

Annette laid her hands on my chest, pushing me against the wall, and undid my shirt buttons, one at a time, and finally tossing my shirt on the back of a chair.  Was it lust, was it desire that took hold of her, as she kissed me, in an intoxicating thrill which spread tantalizingly through my body?  She smiled, as she slid down my body onto the wooden floor.  The hot beating sun shone through the open window upon her back, she felt the contours of my body, the smell and taste of my skin.  The air was dry and hot against her sun-tanned naked skin, as her clothes fell to the floor one at a time.  She felt me, skin on skin, lips to lips, it was a pleasing experience…

In the evening went into town, grabbed a meal and sat on the beach eating it, joined up with other like-minded folk.  Later went skinny dipping in the sea, it was perfect way to round off the day.

We were lost in our own little world, nothing else mattered to us…

The Titanic…

Titanic; the unsinkable ship
commanded by Captain Edward Smith,
bound for New York from Southampton
on her maiden voyage in April 1912.

The Titanic crossed the Atlantic Ocean
looking to break speed records,
without a care in the world
as they believed, nothing could harm her.

How wrong they were, that fateful night
as the call was heard, icebergs ahead!
Titanic and iceberg collided
tearing a gaping gash, below the waterline.

It had only taken a few minutes
as the ship took on 14 feet of water,
who would have believed
she would sink in under two hours.

The distress call went out
and “Carpathia” picked up her message,
heading towards the stricken vessel
at fastest possible speed.

They arrived too late
for “Titanic” had sunk,
to her watery grave
as hundred’s died, that fateful night…

Abraham Lincoln Assassinated

President Abraham Lincoln
brought an end to slavery,
Confederate forces surrendered
ending American Civil War.

President Abraham Lincoln
assassinated by confederate;
John Wilkes Booth
in the April of 1865.

A nation stunned and shocked
Booth became most hunted man
with nowhere to run or hide,
was caught and shot by Union forces.

A Mythical Question of William Shakespeare…

Some one-hundred and fifty years after the death of William Shakespeare, in the mid 18th century, questions were being asked about the man and his collections of plays and sonnets.

How could one with no more than a basic education, write with such an educated hand and mind, or were they in fact the works of educated writer’s of the time, like Christopher Marlowe.  This idea was put forward by learned scholars and critics which has now spiralled out of control … seeking the truth about William Shakespeare.

So follow me, as we try to delve into the facts about William Shakespeare, and separate fact from fiction.

Was William Shakespeare Gay?

William Shakespeare married Anne Hathoway, and had two children who survived childhood and married.  He was known to work in London, whilst Anne raised their family at home, in Stratford-upon-Avon.

Shakespeare wrote 154 sonnets during his lifetime, of those he dedicated 126 to that of a fair youth; his lover.  We have no concrete evidence as to who he was referring to, but Oscar Wilde wrote “The Portrait of Mr.W.H.” published in 1889.  It was a short story referring to a conversation about William Shakespeare’s love for a young actor and his sonnets.  The man in question according to Oscar Wilde was one “William Hughes.”

Another candidate could be Christopher Marlowe, who was known to openly flaunt his homosexuality, and worked along with Shakespeare at times.

If we look at the question of terminology as to whether an Elizabethan was gay or homosexual, he would come under the titling of anachronistic (the representation of something in a historical content in which it could not have occurred or existed – a person that belongs to another timeline).  For the Elizabethans, what is often termed homosexual or bisexual was more likely to be recognised as a sexual act, rather than an exclusive sexual orientation and identity.

There is no true way to answer the question, but based on historical content, and had he lived in a different time, he may have been considered gay… I leave you to answer the question based on facts of the time.

Of the remaining 26 sonnets he dedicated them to the mysterious “Dark Lady” could it have been nothing more than a friendship, or was it more? 

Christopher Marlowe: Mystery Tudor Writer and Spy…

Christopher Marlowe, considered by many learned scholars some 150 years later, could have been the writer of some of William Shakespeare plays.

There are some similarities in their early years; Christopher Marlowe was born in Canterbury in 1564, and his father was a shoemaker.  William Shakespeare was born in Stratford-upon-Avon in 1564 as well, and his father worked with leather among other things.

Marlowe attended the Kings School in Canterbury, Corpus Christi College in Cambridge, and received a Batchelor of Arts degree in 1584.  Whilst Shakespeare attended King’s New School in Stratford-upon-Avon, studying grammar and Latin classical works, and in 1582 married Anne Hathoway.

It is believed, whilst Marlowe attended the University of Cambridge, that he was recruited as a government spy, as suggested by Charles Nicholl.  Records indicate that he had long absences from the university, and had money to spend when he was there.

In 1587, the Privy Council ordered the University of Cambridge to award Marlowe a Master of Arts degree.

Theories abound about Marlowe.  One was that in 1589 he became tutor to Arabella Stuart, the niece of Mary Queen of Scots and cousin to James VI of Scotland, later James I of England.

In 1592, he was arrested in Flushing in the Netherlands for alleged counterfeiting, but no trial took place, and no prison sentence followed.

On the 30th May 1593, Christopher Marlowe was killed, and buried in an unmarked grave at St.Nicholas Church, Deptford.

Many theories exist to the manner of his death.  It has been put forward that his death may have been faked to save the government, of a trial for subversive atheism, against one of their own spies.  Could it be, the reason he professed atheism, had more to do with his work as a government spy.

Christopher Marlowe’s first play was “Dido, Queen of Carthage,” performed by Children of the Chapel, a company of boy actors between 1587-1593, and published in 1594, listing authors as Christopher Marlowe and Thomas Nashe.

In 1587, his play “Tamburlaine the Great” was performed in London, and in 1588 part two was released.  It told the story of the rise from shepherd tp war-lord.  Then in 1590, both parts were published.

“The Jew of Malta,” written between 1589-1590 and first performed in 1592, and published in 1594.  The storyline is of a Maltese Jew’s barbarous revenge against the city authorities.

“Edward the Second,” was published in 1594, a year after Marlowe’s supposed death.  The story is about the deposition of King Edward II by his barons and the Queen.

“The Massacre at Paris,” was about the events which took place at the Saint Bartholomew’s Day Massacre in 1572, which involved English Protestants and Catholics.  It features an English Agent, and one believes this has to be Marlowe himself, with his connections to the English secret service.

One would have to say, this was a most dangerous play to have written, for it brought into play, agitators in London who seized on its theme to advocate the murders of refugees from the low countries, and it warns Elizabeth I of this possibility in the final scene.

Marlowe was admired by his critics, as an influential artist of the timer who sadly died before his time.

William Shakespeare paid tribute to Christopher Marlowe in his play, “As You Like It.”  The quote read: “When a man’s verses cannot be understood, nor a man’s good wit seconded with the forward a child, understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room.”

Shakespeare was heavily influenced by Marlowe in his works, as can be seen in Anthony and Cleopatra, The Merchant of Venice, Richard III and Macbeth.  There are poignant speeches in Hamlet, which echo the style of Marlowe.

Both men lived and worked in the same timeline, yet their lives differed so much.  We could not in all honesty consider anything other than we were privileged that these two authors wrote many plays during their lifetimes.

Shakespeare continues to be considered one of the greatest writers the world over.  Portraying characters; from our history.  Showing situations which we would experience at one time or another during our lives.  He does this with great understanding of humanity, tolerance and wisdom.

His plays were designed to be performed in such a way, that we understand what it is to be human, and cope with the problems of life.

William Shakespeare: His writing styles

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William Shakespeare has become known, the world over for his poetry and the passion he has portrayed within his plays.  Yet the earliest plays were written in a style much associated with the times of the day.

He was known to use metaphors (a figure of speech in which a word or phrase is applied to an object or action that it does not literally apply to in order to imply a resemblance) and rhetorical phrases (the art of using speech or writing to influence using groups of words).  However, this did not always work well with the plot of the story or the characters within the story.

So he created his innovative style, one which he was associated with, which was based loosely on the style of the day.  He produced a form, where the words flowed off the tongue with ease, whilst keeping the plot intact.

In a sense, we would have to say, he re-wrote parts of the English language, by increasing its vocabulary, to work with his plays.

William Shakespeare’s life and works as we see it, has four distinctive periods, covering plays in three genres: Histories – Tragedies – Comedies, relating to him as a man.

Period One … Up to 1595.

During this period we would see the youthful man and young love move into imagination, and plays associated and written within this period included; The Comedy of Errors, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Romeo and Juliet and Richard III.

Period Two … 1595-1601.

During this period, he would show more dramatic art within his works, with more appreciation for the character interlinked with sadness, which included the works of; The Merchant of Venice, Henry IV, Henry V and As You Like it.

Period Three … 1601-1608.

This period showed us little of the man, the writer in the true sense, for his life was changing, for his father died in 1601.  The Earl of Essex was executed by Queen Elizabeth I on a charge of treason, even Shakespeare feared for his life.

Period Four … 1608-1613.

After the sadness of the last period William Shakespeare showed new vitality in his work, new strength in the works of Othello and Macbeth.  In 1608 his mother died, and he remembered her kindness and love towards him.

The greatest works he wrote during this period would have to be; The Cymbeline, The Winter’s Tale and The Tempest.

William Shakespeare will always be remembered for his plays, yet he was responsible for the writing of numerous poems and 154 sonnets.

In 1593 and 1594, all theatres remained closed, because of the plague, and it was during this time he wrote two narrative poems for the Earl of Southampton; Henry Wriothesley.  “Venus and Adonis” and “The Rape of Lucrece,” both became popular and were reprinted many times during his lifetime.

It is believed the majority of his sonnets were written during his lifetime, and mainly for private readership, dedicated to one’s he loved.  They fall into two groups, one aimed at lust, marriage and that of a dark lady, and the other is love for a young man.

Could it be that the dark lady, could be one, Anne Whateley of Temple Grafton, whom he had intended to marry, but once Anne Hathaway announced she was pregnant, he was forced into marriage.

As for the young man, could it be “William Hughes” as put forward in writings of Oscar Wilde; “The Portrait of Mr.W.H.” published in Blackwood’s Edinburgh Magazine in July 1889.  It is a short story referring to a conversation, about William Shakespeare’s love for a young actor, and his sonnets.

William Shakespeare: His Plays… His Sonnets…

William Shakespeare wrote thirty eight plays giving the world an insight into history as seen through the eyes of one man.  His work covered three main genres: History – Tragedies – Comedies.  For he was not afraid to write of romances, love and lust through his characters.  These works of this one man would last for centuries, becoming a leading playwright, always remembered for his works.

So join with me as we step back in time, breaking into the world of his plays.

All That Ends Well (1602-1603)

This comedy is centred round the old age subject of love, and how obstacles can be overcome, even though there is no final resolution to the problem.  It leaves the audience, believing that humanity is to blame for their inadequacy.

It tells us of Helena, the orphaned daughter of a much respected and experienced physician, raised within the household of the Countess of Rossillions, and is said to love Bertram son of the Countess.

Bertram heads off to see the King of France, who is gravely ill, with Helena in hot pursuit, looking to heal the King, and move herself up the pecking ladder so to speak.

The King is cured, and grants Helena one wish, and she choose’s Bertram as her husband, who strongly objects to any such alliance.

The story is one of seduction, and deceit by Helena until Bertram is forced into accepting her as his wife.  Bertram had no choice in this, for Helena had him in her clutches, and no intentions of letting her go.

Productions of the play did not take place until the 1740’s when Peg Woffington played the part of Helena.  In the early part of the 19th century, it was performed but censored in part.  Then mid way through the 20th century it became popular…

Robert Atkins produced it in 1949, and then in 1953 Tyrone Guthrie produced it in Stratford-upon-Avon.  There was one production that stood out, that would be Trevor Nunn’s (1981-1983) starring Peggy Ashcroft as the countess.  It played first at Stratford-upon-Avon, then on to London, and finally Broadway.

Hamlet (1600-1601)

Since its production on the stage, with Richard Burbage a leading actor at that time, playing the part of Hamlet in this tragedy based play.  It has been recognised the world over, as one of Shakespeare’s most prominent works.

The ghost of Hamlet, former King of Denmark, appears to Horatio, long time friend of Prince Hamlet, knowing his words would reach the ears of his son.

Prince Hamlet speaks out harshly against Claudius and Gertrude’s (Hamlet’s former wife) marriage.  His father’s ghost, tells how Claudius had poisoned him, seeking the hand of Gertrude, as he took his position as the new King of Denmark.  Prince Hamlet promises to avenge his father’s death, for such a dastardly act.

Laertes, son of Polonius warns his sister, Ophelia against any courtship with Prince Hamlet.  Yet Prince Hamlet rejects her, feigning madness to ward her off.

The death of his father affects Prince Hamlet, so much, that nothing would stand in his way, to avenge his murder.  So much so, that friends Rossencrantz and Guildenstern help him perform a play, an enactment of his father’s death with Claudius watching.

Later in the play, Claudius believing he is alone and in prayer, admits his guilt, but is overheard by Prince Hamlet, who opts not to take his revenge at that point, and kill him…

Claudius, knowing that Prince Hamlet had killed Polonius, conspired with Laertes to avenge the death of his father, and the madness that had destroyed his sister; Ophelia, rejected by him and treated as a whore.

Claudius and Hamlet meet where Ophelia is buried using poison tipped swords, and poisoned wine.  Osric presents the challenge between Prince Hamlet and Laertes.

Gertrude drinks from the poisoned wine in error, and Hamlet and Laertes are both wounded, Claudius is stabbed by Laertes, and forced to drink the wine, then both men collapse and die, and Prince Hamlet also dies from his wound.

Prince Hamlet receives a state funeral, and knew he had avenged his father’s life…

The part of Hamlet had been portrayed by many fine actors in the 19th and 20th centuries:

19th Century – Ira Aldridge, William Charles Macready, Edwin Booth and Henry Irving.

20th Century – John Gielgud, Laurence Olivier and John Barrymore.

I am sure there are many more names we could add, but these are those who are most known for acting the part.

Richard III (1592-1593)

The historical play of Richard III has been very controversial, ever so much in recent time since the discovery of his bodily remains.

In this play Edward IV, having seized the English throne, defeats the Lancastrians, ensuring his position as King Edward IV of England.

Brotherly love doesn’t always run smoothly, as Edward has two brothers; George the Duke of Clarence and Richard the Duke of Gloucester, who sought after the throne, whatever the cost.

We see Richard as a villain, with an evil nature, plotting the death of brother George, upon the charge of treason, being sent to the tower, and executed.

Edward now an ailing King, collapses at the news that his brother George, Duke of Clarence was dead.  For it was he who sent him to the tower, but at the last minute had issued a pardon, sparing his life.  However, Richard Duke of Gloucester delayed issuing the pardon, waiting until he had heard that the execution had taken place.

King Edward IV names Richard Duke of Gloucester as protector after his death, and entrusts the two princes, Edward and Richard into his care.

So it was Richard the Duke of York joined his brother Prince Edward, successor to the English throne at the Tower of London.

Prince Edward V and Richard the Duke of York, having been the children of the Duke of Clarence, who had been executed for treason, were deemed illegitimate based on a rumour, which had no substance, that they be the result of the late King’s illicit affair.

The young princes disappeared never to be heard from again, it is believed they were executed on the order’s of Richard III himself, and executed by Tyrell, who was in the employ of Richard.

King Richard III’s reign was overshadowed by the constant threat of a Tudor invasion of these lands.  So it was King Richard III died on the battle field at Bosworth Field in Leicestershire.

The part of Richard III was played by Richard Burbage in 1590, a well known actor at that time, and the leading actor in “Lord Chamberlain’s Men,” and later renamed as “The King’s Men” in honour of their patron King James I.

In 1700 Colley Cibber, re-wrote parts of the play, thus reducing it in size from the original, and this revised version was performed in New York in 1751, and ran for many years.

With the 19th century, much of the original writings were replaced.

Richard III, a play with much history content, reached the cinema screen, when four silent films were produced over a number of years, but the most remembered was Max Reinhardt’s version, released in 1919.

In 1956 Lawrence Olivier played the part of Richard III in the movie, which had been altered considerably for the screen, but designed to attract cinema goers.  Since those days it has been performed as a play, on television and national theatres, along with more modern television versions.

There have been many plays written by William Shakespeare, and I have given an account of one from each category.

“The Two Noble Kinsmen play,” written in 1613, lists William Shakespeare and John Fletcher as co-authors in this work.  The majority of this play was the work of Fletcher, whilst Shakespeare wrote acts one and five.

John Fletcher went on to succeed Shakespeare as the principal writer of plays for “The King’s Men.”

William Shakespeare was known to write a total of 154 sonnets, of which 126 were dedicated to a fair youth, and the remaining 28 dedicated to that of a dark lady.

So what is a sonnet?  A poem consisting of fourteen lines of regular rhythm and rhyme, based on a single theme.  Sonnets are normally divided up, and the first eight lines would represent the theme, and the remaining six lines would form the resolution or conclusion.

William Shakespeare: His Sonnets

William Shakespeare was known to write a total of 154 sonnets, of which 126 were dedicated to a fair youth, and the remaining 28 dedicated to that of a dark lady.

So what is a sonnet?  A poem consisting of fourteen lines of regular rhythm and rhyme based on a single theme.  Sonnets are normally divided up, and the first eight lines would represent the theme, and the remaining six lines would form the resolution or conclusion.

A Shakespeare sonnet would rhyme like this:

Line 01       rhymes with line 03

Line 02       rhymes with line 04

Line 03       rhymes with line 01

Line 04       rhymes with line 02

Line 05       rhymes with line 07

Line 06       rhymes with line 08

Line 07       rhymes with line 05

Line 08       rhymes with line 06

Line 09       rhymes with line 11

Line 10       rhymes with line 12

Line 11       rhymes with line 09

Line 12       rhymes with line 10

Line 13       rhymes with line 14

Line 14       rhymes with line 13

Sonnet 18 written by William Shakespeare:

Line 01:      Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Line 02:      Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Line 03:      Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

Line 04:      And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:

Line 05:      Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

Line 06:      And often is his gold complexion dimmed,

Line 07:      And every fair from fair sometime declines,

Line 08:      By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:

Line 09:      But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

Line 10:      Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,

Line 11:      Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,

Line 12:      When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,

Line 13:      So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

Line 14:      So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

This has become over time one of William Shakespeare’s most remembered and most loved sonnet.  The opening line puts forward a question which the rest of the sonnet answers.


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