Exhibit 1:
I think I am crying inside.
WESTMORELAND. O that we now
had here
But one ten thousand of those men
in England
That do no work to-day!
KING. What's he that wishes
so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair
cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to
live,
The fewer men, the greater share of
honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not
one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments
wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my
desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man
from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great
an honour
As one man more methinks would share
from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not
wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland,
through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this
fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall
be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his
purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with
us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes
safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day
is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see
old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his
neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and
show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's
day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall
our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household
words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and
Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach
his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go
by,
From this day to the ending of the
world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood
with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so
vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they
were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles
any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's
day.
I know what you are thinking. That's not nice you know. Not only that, but you seem to have the wrong idea about me. The "adult entertainment" I speak of is not the late night hotel spanktravision variety. It is the cultured, well rounded, intellectual kind. You really should be ashamed of yourself.
Yes constant reader (don't you just love how I completely rip off writers like Stephen King), today I speak of going to the theater or at least as close as we southerners can get to such things.
Yesterday I decided, quite spur-of-the-moment, to take my wife out for the evening. My first thought was to catch a movie, but there is nothing worth watching right now so that option was immediately scrapped. I then looked to see if there was anything else going on locally and quickly found that Wednesday didn't seem to be a real exciting evening in the Birmingham area. At that point I realized that maybe, just maybe we could make it to the Alabama Shakespeare Festival in Montgomery by show time. I checked and sure enough there was a production going on at 7:30 of "Man of La Mancha". Oh lucky day. If I left work an hour early and dropped Emily off at a friends house shortly after I got home we would just make the curtain so I called up the wife and revealed my plan. She was agreeable to the idea, lined up the babysitter, and cleared me to buy the tickets. By 7:00 we were in the theater ready for a night of enjoyable entertainment.
This was a big deal for us. We haven't been out like that in a while. Sure we have managed to go to the movies together a few times, but last night we were an hour and a half away from our daughter attending a show which did not include other patrons talking about last weekend's kegger and the hot Delta Gamma chicks that showed up to do body shots on the deck. Normally when we go out, the experience is ruined by the rudeness of the great unwashed. Not this time though. No, this was an award winning musical watched by an audience who knew how to behave in public. It was a great experience and one which I have missed these last few years.
My only regret is that Shakespeare was not on the menu last night. You see, I have seen "Man of La Mancha" many times. Many, many times. When I was just a wee college student I served as a member of a volunteer organization at UAB. One of our jobs was to act as usher's at what was then called the Town and Gown Theater. It has since moved from its old location off of Highland Avenue and I no longer know if the productions still go on at the Alys Stephens Center, but that is not part of this story. Anyway, one year the theater company produced the previously mentioned musical. I, therefore, sat through it many times. Out of all of the productions I attended, that one is the only one I really remember. I am sure the other productions were great, but I only have strong memories of "Man of La Mancha". Plus, I am not big on musicals, but those seem to be more popular to the general public so they are more often produced and Town and Gown was no different. There were many musicals but I have forgotten every one, except that one which you are reading about today. Therefore, seeing it again these many years later was not as thrilling as seeing something new. However, I enjoyed it immensely and would recommend it to anyone.
However, if you ever get a chance to go and see a Shakespeare production at the Festival, don't pass it up. They do an excellent job there and everyone should see at least one of the bard's plays in their lifetime. There is something special about Shakespeare. I don't know if it is the near poetry of the words or the timeliness of the themes, but I am always engaged when watching Shakespeare. I can't always say that about other forms of theater. Whatever it is, I know I enjoy it, even when I don't exactly understand it. "Twelfth Night" starts later this month. Maybe I can finagle a way to get back down to Montgomery to see that one as well. I have never seen that particular play and I certainly would not like to pass up the opportunity if it presents itself. We shall see how the future plays out.
And now my friends I must return to the machinations of my daily existence. Until next time I say goodbye.
"Party on dudes!"
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