C'est la vie

Not all the water in the rough rude seaCan wash the balm off from an anointed king

Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Can wash the balm off from an anointed king

Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down. My care is loss of care, by old care done; Your care is gain of care, by new care won: The cares I give I have, though given away; They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.

ivyarchive:

Richard II

We were not born to sue, but to command; 
Which since we cannot do to make you friends, 
Be ready, as your lives shall answer it, 
At Coventry, upon Saint Lambert’s day: 
There shall your swords and lances arbitrate 
The swelling difference of your settled hate: 
Since we can not atone you, we shall see 
Justice design the victor’s chivalry. 
Lord marshal, command our officers at arms 
Be ready to direct these home alarms. 


That I have worn so many winters out, And know not now what name to call myself.

Whishaw was electrifying in every scene he’s in; top-notch performances from Patrick Stewart, Rory Kinnear, David Suchet and Lindsay Duncan. I don’t think I completely dig their take on the motif re the Saint Sebastian-Richard II martyrdom though.

That I have worn so many winters out,
And know not now what name to call myself.

Whishaw was electrifying in every scene he’s in; top-notch performances from Patrick Stewart, Rory Kinnear, David Suchet and Lindsay Duncan. I don’t think I completely dig their take on the motif re the Saint Sebastian-Richard II martyrdom though.

whishawben:

Here’s another interview which is in this week’s TV & Satellite Week.
[EIC: Thanks for submitting Rev Stan! Very sad to be missing the publicity in the UK, but thanks for sharing and keeping us informed!]

whishawben:

Here’s another interview which is in this week’s TV & Satellite Week.

[EIC: Thanks for submitting Rev Stan! Very sad to be missing the publicity in the UK, but thanks for sharing and keeping us informed!]

Yet again, methinks,
Some unborn sorrow, ripe in Fortune’s womb,
Is coming towards me, and my inward soul
With mothing trembles

You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I king of those.

You may my glories and my state depose,
But not my griefs; still am I king of those.

on the set of richard II