From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April dress’d in all his trim
Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing,
That heavy Saturn laugh’d and leap’d with him.
Sonnet 98
Ida Bohatta c1930’s

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PROSPERO

A grace it had, devouring.

3.3 The Tempest

Mermaid 💙 Howard Pyle 🇺🇸

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A joyous, happy birthday to the Bard!
Taking a moment to look back on some of my past scenic designs and illustrations for

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🎭The Lord Chamberlain’s Men will perform William Shakespeare's famous Scottish tragedy in the Cathedral Cloisters on 16 June. Don't miss it https://t.co/svdMWK9S5p

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“The king is to be feared as the lion”
Henry IV, Part 1 3.2

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“So Painted to Make her Fair”
(Two Gentlemen of Verona A2 S1)
“Maybe She Doth but Counterfeit”
(Much Ado About Nothing A2 S3)
Art by Rosalind Lyons, inspired by Shakespeare’s plays. She was formerly Artist in Residence at the Globe https://t.co/VTDoxJ2qGk

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Her words are done, her woes are more increasing;
The time is spent, her object will away,
And from her twining arms doth urge releasing.
'Pity,' she cries, 'some favour, some remorse!'
Away he springs and hasteth to his horse.

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“Exit, pursued by a bear” (The Winter’s Tale)



🖼️ P.P. Sokolov "General Toptygin" (1875)

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Look, look, a mouse!

King Lear

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He that trusts to you,
Where he should find you lions, finds you hares;
Where foxes, geese:
Coriolanus [I, 1]

Jackie Morris; Hare and Fox

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"Why, my horse, my love, my horse." ~ Henry IV, Pt.1
(A2,S3).

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“To his music, plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.”
Henry VIII, Act 3, Sc 1

Img: Ida Rentoul Outhwaite, 1920s

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For she doth welcome daylight with her ditty,
And drives away dark dismal-dreaming night:
Passionate Pilgrim

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For she his hairy temples then had rounded With a coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers. A Midsummer Night's Dream A4S1

Artist: https://t.co/MgRjrTlB8r

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Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Tempest

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"Gently entwist; the female ivy so enrings the barks fingers of the elm.
Oh how I love thee!" ~ A Midsummer Night's Dream (A4,S1).

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“We know what we are, but know not what we may be.” Hamlet, Act 4, Sc 5.

Imgs: Picking Daffodils & in the Orchard, both by Harold Harvey, c.1912.

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“O my Mother, Mother!” - Coriolanus (A5,S3).

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