Under the greenwood tree
Last night, I saw Flock Theatre's enchanting open-air production of As You Like It, with our own csecooney as Rosalind. (The many-skilled negothick acted as dramaturge, répétiteur, and Johannes Factotum.) It was magical. The setting, as you see, was perfect, in an arboretum at the height of June: a wind in the green leaves, bright shadow chasing brighter sun; and for the nuptials, a full moon rising. Every scene was a living picture; it began in the Renaissance, but Arden was a sort of timeless paradise, east of Arcadia, peopled with blue butterflies and loving cranes. The performances were vivid and mischievous; the pace, swift and sure. The dance, the singing, and the music--a flute, a hurdy-gurdy, and a drum--were all marvellous. All praise to Anne Flammang, whose vision (and hard work) this was.
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