When daffodils begin to peer,
With heigh! the doxy over the dale
Live music-making looms large at St Dogmaels, where a typical year brings together players and singers of all ages, backgrounds and abilities - from those who have never performed in their lives to members of national companies and orchestras.
Richard Morris - who has composed music for the Abbey Shakespeare Players for many years - is conjuring two contrasting sound-worlds for The Winter’s Tale.
Sicilia is courtly and formal.
For Bohemia, life-enhancing central European folk song and dance traditions form the core.
Get you hence, for I must go
Where it fits not you to know.
Whither?
O, whither?
Whither?
It becomes thy oath full well,
Thou to me thy secrets tell.
Me too, let me go thither.
Or thou goest to the orange or mill.
If to either, thou dost ill.
Neither.
What, neither?
Neither.
Thou hast sworn my love to be.
Thou hast sworn it more to me:
Then whither goest? say, whither?
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