Happy Bard Day - Black Vespers' Pageants

On Shakespeare's birthday...

BLUE: Shakespeare is gone now, man, a long time. I ask: Who so ably hears...

RED: ... The signal of the spirits buzzing like Black Vespers in the aire?

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From David Garrick's Ode to Shakespeare ...

When our Magician, more inspir’d,

By charms, and spells, and incantations fir’d,

Exerts his most tremendous pow’r;

The thunder growls, the heavens low’r,

And to his darken’d throne repair,

The Demons of the deep, and Spirits of the air!

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There's more..now to bard hisself.. I was thinnin' about All Along the WatchTower.. ran a concordance ["tower" ] on Shakespeare..and lo and behold an idea for a song: The Black Vesper Stomp.

Antony and Cleopatra [IV, 14]

Antony

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Sometimes we see a cloud that's dragonish; A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, A tower'd 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.