Posté le: Ven 4 Oct 2013 - 09:40 Sujet du message: [musique] Richard II
Ayez un avant goût de la pièce Richard II avec ce CD regroupant les musique et des passages de la pièce.
Ce CD comprends les musiques créées pour la pièce par Paul Englishby ainsi que des passages de dialogues par David Tennant, Jane Lapotaire et Michael Pennington
Il y aura également des morceaux composés par Ralph Vaughan Williams pour la pièce Richard II de la RSC de 1913
1. Lacrimosa (Paul Englishby) 2. Richard (Paul Englishby) 3. Finds brotherhood in thee no sharper spur? (speech Act I Sc ii Duchess of Gloucester - Jane Lapotaire) 4. In Paradisum (Paul Englishby) 5. Methinks I am a prophet new inspired (speech Act II Sc i John of Gaunt - Michael Pennington) 6. True Born Englishman (Paul Englishby) 7. Sicut Cervus (Paul Englishby) 8. Of comfort no man speak (speech Act III Sc ii Richard II - David Tennant) 9. Bolingbroke (Paul Englishby) 10. Requiem Aeternam (Paul Englishby) 11. Eased with being nothing (Ralph Vaughan Williams) 12. Greensleeves (arr. Ralph Vaughan Williams) 13. In weeping after this untimely bier (Ralph Vaughan Williams) 14. Agnus dei (Ralph Vaughan Williams) 15. Pie Jesu, Amen (Paul Englishby)
No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes, Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth, Let's choose executors and talk of wills: And yet not so, for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings; How some have been deposed; some slain in war, Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed; Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd; All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life, Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king! Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence: throw away respect, Tradition, form and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me, I am a king?