Jaques's speech takes all the life out of life by giving it set stages...I believe Shakespeare believed in the exact opposite...it's because Jaques has such a jaundiced approach to life that he ends up leaving the Forest of Arden...oh, and I LOVED this performance. It is so refreshing.

@user-fb8ee7ec8e

4 жыл бұрын

Umm you know he's not real right 😂

impressive!i had this part of Wiliiam Sheakespeares - "all the world is a stage" and this amazingly read chapter helped me pass the exam while raading it with full of emotions.

@alamdarmustafa1418

2 жыл бұрын

Same here

I thought this was pretty mundane until the last age. Many renditions crop the verse - cutting the final age - so as to maintain an optimistic temper. Larry nailed the tone of the last age, the 'second age of childishness' - delivered with a kind of ambivalent humour, just how I feel. Cheers.

Larry the legend!

Superb!!!

epic!!!

Excellent :)

great!!!!!!!!!!

Sadly most interpretations don't include the most important part of this speech, the stage direction right after that disprove, in four words, all of it: "Enter ORLANDO bearing ADAM". This speech that reduces the human condition to that of an animal, stuck in the unchanging stage of life is disproven by the humanity of Orlando, ready in his youth to sacrifice all he has to save an old man who had left a good life and abandoned all he had worked for to be with Orlando. Shakespeare never meant for All the World's a Stage to be taken out of context from his piece, the whole speech is to mock those who think like Jaques.

Thank you bc I didn’t feel like reading that🥺

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@randomcrapstudios5918

3 жыл бұрын

Needed that in 2020. Need it in 2021.

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like a snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like a furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everythin