As You Like It Magic Hands

Hello! Come on, everybody, take a seat.

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-BOTH:

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Wiggle your fingers and cross your feet.

Are you ready?

One, two, three, watch me.

Four, five, six, I've got some tricks.

Seven, eight, nine, it's almost time.

Ten!

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-Hello!

My name is...

And my name is...

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It's William Shakespeare.

Ooh!

So, what are we going to do today?

And why is Shakespeare surrounded by trees?

That's because today's play is set in a forest.

It's written by William Shakespeare

and it's called As You Like it.

We start with a group of friends

who have left the castle

and are camping together,

among the trees.

Are you ready?

Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,

are not these woods more free from peril

than the envious court?

Here, feel we but 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."

And this,

our life exempt from public haunt,

finds tongues in trees...

..books in the running brooks...

..sermons in stones,

and good in everything.

I would not change it.

Isn't that great?

I love having adventures outside with a nice campfire,

when there's a chilly wind blowing.

Next, we're hearing about a fool,

a man whose job it was to make people laugh

though, often, fools were clever and only pretending to be foolish.

A fool, a fool!

I met a fool in the forest.

"Good morrow, fool," quoth I.

And then he drew a dial from his poke

and, looking on it

with lacklustre eye,

says, very wisely...

"It's ten o'clock.

"Thus we may see," quoth he,

"how the world wags.

"'Tis but an hour ago

since it was nine..

"..and after one hour more

"'twill be 11.

"And so, from hour to hour,

"we ripe and ripe.

"And then, from hour to hour,

"we rot and rot...

"..and thereby hangs a tale."

What a lovely, colourful hat!

I'd like one for myself.

You would?

Right!

I'd decided you've all been cast in our next scene.

Get yourselves ready.

Come on!

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 schoolboy,

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 lined...

..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 slippered pantaloon,

with spectacles on nose

and pouch on side,

his youthful hose, well-saved,

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.

CRAB BLOWS A RASPBERRY

When I'm an old lady,

I'll have pink hair,

I'll use straws to eat my peas

and I'll get some big glasses that make my eyes look huge!

I, I, I...I'm going to have spiky hair,

an enormous beard,

and a big jacket with cool shoulders!

Focus, Ashley!

Yeah...

What do you think you'll look like when you're old?

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