Woodward Shakespeare Festival
2008 Season

Scene 1 - Ophelia reports Hamlet's mad actions
Directing Resume
He took me by the wrist and held me hard.
Then goes he to the length of all his arm,
And with his other hand thus o'er his brow
He falls to such perusal of my face
As a would draw it.
Scene 2 - Plots, Set-ups, Players and a Plan
Photos by John Sanchez
Additional photos by
Arlene and Dick Schulman
Hamlet - Act I
Hamlet - Act III
Hamlet - Act IV
Hamlet - Act V
Thanks,  Guildenstern and gentle Rosencrantz.
And I beseech you instantly to visit
My too much changed son.
Th' ambassadors from Norway, my good lord
Are joyfully returned
Thou ever hast been the father of good news.
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes,
I will be brief.  Your noble son is mad.
'To the celestial and my soul's idol, the most beautified Ophelia...'

Came this from Hamlet to her???

This, in obedience, hath my daughter shown me...
But look, where  sadly the poor wretch comes reading.
You know, sometimes he walks four hours together
Here in the lobby.
Have you a daughter?
Ophelia watches...
For yourself, sir, shall be as old as I am,
if like a crab you could go backward.
Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards...
My excellent good friends!  How dost thou, Guildenstern?
Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?
This most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire...
A goodly one; in which there are many confines, wards and dungeons, Denmark being one o' the worst.
The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral ...
Buzz, buzz!
Head to foot
With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons
And thus o'ersized with coagulate gore...
... With eyes like carbuncles, the hellish Pyrrhus
Old grandsire Priam seeks.
Pyrrhus at Priam drives; in rage strikes wide;
But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword
the unnerved father falls.
'Anon he finds him
Striking too short at Greeks...
... I'll have grounds
More relative than this.  The play's the thing
Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Who calls me villain?
The devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape, yea, and perhaps
Out of my weakness and my melancholy,
As he is very potent with such spirits,
Abuses me to damn me..,