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I’m not a huge fan of  Shakespeare’s Rome and Juliet, but these photos by Annie Leibovitz for the December 2008 issue of American Vogue are stunning.

Juliet is played by model Coco Rocha and Romeo is brought to (still) life by ballet dancer Roberto Bolle. And yes, that is John Lithgow playing the friar.

Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

Romeo:  O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear-
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!
For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.

Nurse: His name is Romeo, and a Montague,
The only son of your great enemy.
Juliet: My only love, sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me
That I must love a loathed enemy.
Nurse: What’s this? what’s this?
Juliet: A rhyme I learnt even now
Of one I danc’d withal.

Romeo: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
Juliet: What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
Romeo: Th’ exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.
Juliet: I gave thee mine before thou didst request it;
And yet I would it were to give again.
Romeo: Would’st thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?
Juliet: But to be frank and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu!


Friar Laurence: These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
Therefore love moderately: long love doth so;
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

Benvolio: Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
Romeo: Alive in triumph, and Mercutio slain?
Away to heaven respective lenity,
And fire-ey’d fury be my conduct now!
Now, Tybalt, take the ‘villain’ back again
That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio’s soul
Is but a little way above our heads,
Staying for thine to keep him company.
Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.
Tybalt: Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
Shalt with him hence.
Romeo: This shall determine that.

Friar Laurence: Peace, ho, for shame! Confusion’s cure lives not
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid! now heaven hath all,
And all the better is it for the maid.
Your part in her you could not keep from death,
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
The most you sought was her promotion,
For ’twas your heaven she should be advanc’d;
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc’d
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
O, in this love, you love your child so ill
That you run mad, seeing that she is well.
She’s not well married that lives married long,
But she’s best married that dies married young.
Dry up your tears and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse, and, as the custom is,
In all her best array bear her to church;
For though fond nature bids us all lament,
Yet nature’s tears are reason’s merriment.

Juliet: What’s here? A cup, clos’d in my true love’s hand?
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.
O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop
To help me after? I will kiss thy lips.
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them
To make me die with a restorative.
Thy lips are warm!
Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger!
This is thy sheath; there rest, and let me die.

A glooming peace this morning with it brings.
The sun for sorrow will not show his head.
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished;
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

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Ah, poor Will. Publishers can be so difficult. Always trying to change that “just one little bit”, “just this one insignificant detail”. So tiresome. Sometimes it feels like they want to rewrite your whole work for you.

Well, at least he left us the gravediggers routine.

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It’s Show Time!

Greetings and salutations, and welcome to my blog – The Theater Geek.

As you might have guessed, I like theater. A lot.

And not just going to see shows, pretty much every aspect of theater intrigues me – costumes, makeup, sets, history, dramaturgy, acting, directing – you name it!

Here I will review plays that I’ve seen and plays that I’ve read, review films, talk about notable playwrights and actors, showcase some pretty awesome stage costumes and write about many other theater-related things that interest me.

My first post is to follow shortly…Stay tuned!

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