In these unprecedented times (a phrase I have used more often in the last month than I ever thought possible), we look to the arts to help us navigate the new world in which we find ourselves. Whether it be a great book, a favorite movie, streaming a new play, or enjoying an impromptu dance party in our living room, the arts allow us to simultaneously reflect and escape. I can find no greater artist than good old Shakespeare to help us in these times…and this week is his Birthday! So check out the lessons and activities below! All the world’s a stage! I’ll be seeing you, Mr. G
Theater Activities
Theater Activities for all ages!
You never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.
- William Shakespeare, Sonnet 104
Lessons and Activities for Every Grade
Color!
Pre K3-Grade 3Color!
Choose and print out one of the color pages of Shakespeare below. Have a blast coloring it and make sure to take a photo and share it with us! Be creative! Maybe Shakespeare has green hair or purple lips! Email to Eguerra@nullacademyolmc.org today!
Watch!
Grade 4&5Watch!
Check out the videos about William Shakespeare's life and works. Feel free to snap a photo of you watching the videos and send them to eguerra@nullacademyolmc.org today!
Perform!
Grades 5-8Perform!
Below you will find two speeches from AS YOU LIKE IT. If you are interested in participating, please record one (or both) of these speeches and send the file(s) to me at eguerra@nullacademyolmc.org. My hope is to merge them into a “super-cut!"
Some guidelines:
-Keep it simple, and enjoy the language.
-A still camera shot is very helpful. You can use a tripod or set your camera on a table.
-A simple background would be great.
-Please record your video with a horizontal (landscape) orientation.
-PLEASE SUBMIT VIDEOS BY FRIDAY, APRIL 24th AT 7:00PM
-Send videos to eguerra@nullacademyolmc.orgSpeech 1
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;
And 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’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, 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 everything.Speech 2
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The seasons' difference, as the icy fang
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,
Which, when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say
'This is no flattery: these are counsellors
That feelingly persuade me what I am.'
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life exempt from public haunt
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones and good in every thing.
