Black Vesper`s Pageants


Sometimes we see a cloud that`s dragonish,                                                                                

A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,                                                                                           

A towered citadel, a pendent rock,  

A forked mountain, or blue promontory;                                                                                                 

With trees upon`t that nod unto the world  

And mock our eyes with air. Thou hast seen these signs;                                                                                 

They are black vesper`s pageants. 

What is the value of the coinage of loyalty, friendship and love in the power politics world of Antony and Cleopatra?

It`s a time and place of perpetual chaos, alliance and deception; a world of constant flux where even that most prized of emotional bondage – love, is nothing but a convenience for self protection and ambition. There are confusions, reversals and treachery, without true friends; only fleeting partners who come and go at the whim of fortune.

Antony must live within the narrow confines of hero and victor – or not at all. When his world is reduced to his own human self, he loses his sense of who he is. The vaunting reputation had become the man………..Now only a man. 

Rather than alter and adjust his perception of his newly reduced circumstances – which he finds impossible – he takes his own life. Better to die an heroic death with battle fame assured for all eternity, than live a craven failure and his reputation the  joke of history.


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