Since I cannot prove a lover…
I am determined to prove a villain.
Richard 91.1.28,30)
On Sunday we (my Rosemary and I ) lingered
at Bard after enjoying Cymbeline. When we were about to leave we noticed that
there had been a changing of the guards. It would seem that at some late hour
the friendly Bard women change places with I-mean-business security guards. At
the exit this man ran in with an ashen face as if he had seen a ghost. I
stopped him and asked him what was wrong. He told me that the folks at Bard on
the Beach do not want to publicize that there is some sort of spirit/ghost that
roams the grounds at night. He is a man and a crown is upon his head. When he
walks he drags a broad sword that clangs sporadically. The security staff is
too rattled but feel that they cannot report it to the authorities as they (the
authorities) might counter with the accusation that said staff is not seeing
spirits but consuming them.
When clouds appear, wise men put on their cloaks;
When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand;
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
(Richard III, 2.3)
When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand;
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
(Richard III, 2.3)