Swapping Shirts with Shakespeare: Dover v Forest Green
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Enter Edgar, King Lear, Jon Parkin, Ye Beast, Dale Vince as Duke of Frocester, Scotty Bartlett and various morris dancers as footballers
¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Scene ; The white cliffs of Dover
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‘Come on, sir; here’s the place: stand still. How fearful
And dizzy ’tis, to cast one’s eyes so low!
The footballs high that wing the midway air
Show scarce so gross as the Beast: half way down
Hangs one that goal-hanger lurks, dreadful trade!
Methinks he seems no bigger than his head:
The football men, that walk upon the beach,
Appear like mice; and yond tall anchoring Beast,
Diminish’d to a speck; a speck, a Beast
Almost too small for sight: the murmuring surge,
That on the unnumber’d idle pebbles chafes,
Cannot be heard so high. I’ll look no more;
Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight
Topple down headlong.
¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 But wait anon! The Beast doth soar high yet –
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 He crashes the ball high in the Dover net.
¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 My Lord! Come thee hence to scry this wondrous scene.
¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 A late winner methinks for the lads of Forest Green.’
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