This film is very inspireing of young actors, it gives them some thought about Shakespeare. And to think that the actors did all this for free!! It was lovely to watch and muchly enjoyed. The actors were very into it, it was passionate, anger, love, betrayal. and many other things, here is the script for Ms. Keira Knightley's lines (she played Helena) There is speech in their dumbness, Language in their very gesture. They look as if they've heard of a world ransomed or one destroyed.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, As in revenge have sucked up from the sea Contagious fogs which, falling in the land, Hath every pelting river made so proud That they have overborne their continents. The ox hath therefore stretched his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn Hath rotted ere his youth attained a beard. The fold stands empty in the drownèd field, The crows are fatted with the murrain flock. The nine men's morris is filled up with mud, And the quaint mazes in the wanton green For lack of tread are indistinguishable. I, with my soul, but look good with my eyes. He is their parent and original.
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound; And thorough this distemperature we see The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiem's thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mock'ry set.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, As in revenge have sucked up from the sea Contagious fogs which, falling in the land, Hath every pelting river made so proud That they have overborne their continents. The ox hath therefore stretched his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn Hath rotted ere his youth attained a beard. The fold stands empty in the drownèd field, The crows are fatted with the murrain flock. The nine men's morris is filled up with mud, And the quaint mazes in the wanton green For lack of tread are indistinguishable. I, with my soul, but look good with my eyes. He is their parent and original.
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound; And thorough this distemperature we see The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, And on old Hiem's thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mock'ry set.
