Lynn Robson, tutor at Oxford University, was awarded “Most Acclaimed Lecturer in the Humanities” at Oxford, among her other awards. Dr. Robson was in Santa Fe several years ago and provided a fascinating talk and discussion on Othello. We are thrilled to welcome her back again.
Lynn Robson presents a seminar that juxtaposes King Lear and As You Like It (that's the play with Rosalind in love with Orlando in the Forest of Arden), an interesting combination that will surely inspire new thoughts and ruminations.
It will help if you are familiar with both plays. If you don’t have time to read As You Like It, at least read Jacques’ speech, “All the world’s a stage,” below.
We guarantee you will come away with your mind buzzing with ideas and insights!
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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 School-boy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the Lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his Mistress’ eye-brow. 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 lin’d,
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 slipper’d Pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side,
His youthful hose well sav’d, 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 every thing.
Enter Orlando with Adam.