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Did you read about outraged theatre-goers walking out of a performance of one of Shakespeare’s most famous plays, describing a simulated sex scene between two men as ‘pornography’.

Children as young as eight were among the audience at the performance of The Comedy of Errors at The Old Laundry Theatre, in Bowness, Cumbria. Actors from the London Academy of Music and Dramatic Art (LAMDA) took part in the show. It featured one of the play’s characters Dromio guarding a door when a man dressed as a woman walked up to him, pulled down his pants and Dromio’s pants, before the pair simulated sex. No genitals were on show, but buttocks were visible.

Do you know that I have never been to see a Shakspearean (sic) play? Have you? I have read many of the plays and sonnets, and am a huge fan of the language used, but have never actually been to see them staged. Mind you, based on the above nouveau interpretation I bet “King Leer” might take on a whole new meaning, and as for “Two Men from Verona” well, that’s just an invitation for some serious male on male action!

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  1. All the parts used to be played by men back in the Bard’s day so imagine how uptight folks would be if that persisted.

    Anyhow, If you ever get the chance go see one.

  2. Actually the only two Shakespeare plays Ive been to were put on by gay troupes: A very camp Macbeth (yes, even the witches were men) and a brilliant performance of Henry V, in which the English company (“The Nottingham Players?) even incorporated "Pair of Brown Eyes" by the Pogues brilliantly in the play.

    But you don’t have to camp up Shakespeare. Some of the sonnets were clarly written by a homosexual or bisexual:

    A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted
    Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
    A woman’s gentle heart, but not acquainted
    With shifting change as is false women’s fashion..
    But since she prick’d thee out for women’s pleasure,
    Mine be thy love and thy love’s use their treasure.

  3. David –

    I’ve seen just the one – Henry V – and splendid stuff it was too. I’ve read that Shakespeare only really comes alive in a theatre since he wrote for theatre audiences. It makes sense having seen one. An analogy may be with music. A recording is fine, but live is where you can really hear much music.

    Anyway, I saw the performance with a Welsh chick I was seeing at the time, and quite a patriotic valleys girl she was too – full of vim and vigour at Six Nations time. Yet that speech of Henry V in front of Harfleur had her going like a right little trooper. You know the one (runs off, checks google) …

    It begins:

    Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
    Or close the wall up with our English dead …../

    And concludes:

    For there is none of you so mean and base,
    That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
    I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
    Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:
    Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
    Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and Saint George!’

    Well I thought I was ready to bash Johnny Frog by the climax, but little Gwendolyn there was wiping away the tears! Cracking stuff.

  4. >>Well I thought I was ready to bash Johnny Frog by the climax, but little Gwendolyn there was wiping away the tears! <<

    If you’d taken her again any time over the past five years, little Gwendolyn’s eyes would surely have again filled with tears at Henry’s warning to Canterbury (who was presenting a very dodgy case for going to war):

    And God forbid, my dear and faithful lord,
    That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your reading,
    Or nicely charge your understanding soul
    With opening titles miscreate, whose right
    Suits not in native colours with the truth;
    For God doth know how many now in health
    Shall drop their blood in approbation
    Of what your reverence shall incite us to.
    Therefore take heed how you impawn our person,
    How you awake our sleeping sword of war:
    We charge you, in the name of God, take heed;
    For never two such kingdoms did contend
    Without much fall of blood; whose guiltless drops
    Are every one a woe, a sore complaint
    ‘Gainst him whose wrong gives edge unto the swords
    That make such waste in brief mortality.

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