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Edpuzzle video lesson. Make any video your lesson. Take a video and crop it, add your voice or embed questions at any point.

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This is a quote from the play "As You Like It" in which the melancholy character Jaques compares the man to an actor.

All the world’s a stage,

And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages.

When Shakespeare's company called their new theatre The Globe, they probably intended to underline its universal appeal, and they may have used the motto Totus mundus agit histrionem (All the world plays the actor), the Latin text of which is derived from a 12th-century treatise.

In The Merchant of Venice, Shakespeare also had one of his main characters, Antonio, comparing the world to a stage:

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano;

A stage where every man must play a part,

And mine a sad one.

When Macbeth cries:
Out, out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more. It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.
he is summing up everything he has ever done, assessing his life, judging it as futile, and just wanting it to end

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Romeo and Juliet School Lesson - Act 2 Scene 2 (Balcony Scene)

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Patrick Stewart as Macbeth ("Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow")

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Huguenot refugees. Irish weavers. Jewish immigrants. Bangladeshis. Hipsters. Artists.

All of these groups - disparate as they seem - have at one point or another called the East End of London home.

Today known for the curry houses of Brick Lane and as the birthplace of graffiti artist Banksy, the East End has developed and evolved over the years into a diverse and up-and-coming neighborhood. With the exception of Brick Lane, though, it's not a place many tourists venture to. There's no Big Ben or Buckingham Palace to be found here. In fact, you'll find a lot of old warehouses and factory buildings; even shops built in converted train cars.
Which is exactly why I wanted to spend some time here.
I booked an " East End Uncovered " tour with Urban Adventures in order to learn the history of this interesting part of London.

There was a time when the East End of London was not actually part of London at all. The area was once a separate village outside the Roman walls of the city; a place where the poor and the immigrants went to live when they could not afford to live within London itself, or when overcrowding forced them out.

What happened, though is a typical tale of expansion and absorption - eventually, as London grew, it encompassed what is known today as the "East End" and beyond.

The first group of immigrants to this part of London were Huguenots escaping religious oppression in France. They brought with them looms and weaving, paving the way for Irish weavers and Jewish immigrants in later decades. By the late 1900s, immigrants from Bangladesh were the most numerous. They still make up a large part of the population in the East End, and are partially responsible for curry being England's national dish.

Today, though, yet another group is moving into the neighborhood - hipsters and artists drawn to the area's grittier, creative side.

Walking through the streets of Hackney, Hoxton, and beyond, I learned so much about a part of London that, to be honest, I had never given much thought to before.
Here are some things I learned that you probably don't know about the East End:
The Regent's Canal runs through the East End. It was built as an alternative way to transport goods through London, back in the days when horses and carts would get bogged down in the mud and muck that made up city roads.

The East End was heavily bombed during WWII. In fact, parts of it were almost completely leveled. You'd never know it today, though.

There are Shakespeare ties. Burbage's famous Theater (the first successful theater in London) was located in the East End neighborhood of Shoreditch - as was the first version of Shakespeare's Globe theater. Burbage is buried at St. Leonard's in Shoreditch.

Hitchcock began his filmmaking career here in the East End at Gainsborough Studios.

Jamie Oliver also calls this part of London home; his head offices and Fifteen restaurant are in the East End.

Jack the Ripper preyed here. The East End today can still be a bit seedy, but it used to be way worse. The infamous Jack the Ripper murders all took place here in 1888, with some of the victims drinking in local pubs right before they were murdered.

Oysters and eels used to be poor man's food here in the East End. Because the area was so close to the docks, the cheapest food for many people living here was actually fresh seafood. Not a bad diet, really.

Speaking of food, fish and chips was "invented" here. The chips were adopted from Belgium and the buttered fish from Portugal, but it was a young Jewish boy who began selling them together here in the East End.

It is evolving. Some of the homes and old warehouses in the area have been beautifully restored and repurposed as fancy apartments and town houses. While the East End used to be home to some of London's worst slums, the price to live here is steadily rising.

Today, the East End is becoming very artsy and a haven for hipsters. The art movement arguably began around Hoxton Square, and has spread rapidly. Graffiti artist Banksy started his work here, and now anyone who wants to be anyone in the street art universe comes to the East End.

The East End is so interesting. From the street art to the curry houses to Spitalfields Market, the area has an interesting vibe. Still a bit gritty, but also creative and exciting. It will be interesting to see what it evolves into in the next few decades.

If you want to venture beyond the usual tourist trail in London, I highly recommend a tour of the East End like this one.

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If You Go...

What: East End Uncovered tour

When: 10 a.m. daily

Where: Meeting point it at Old Street tube station; tour ends near Brick Lane or Spitalfields Market

Length: About 4 hours, most of it walking

Inclusions: Local guide, pie and mash for lunch

Price: Roughly $40 USD

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Have YOU ever been to London's East End?
*Note: I did receive a complimentary tour of the East End with Urban Adventures. As always, though, my opinions are all my own.

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Some posts on this site contain affiliate links, meaning if you book or buy something through one of these links, I may earn a small commission (at no extra cost to you!). Read the full disclosure policy here. Huguenot refugees. Irish weavers. Jewish immigrants. Bangladeshis. Hipsters. Artists.

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Scene I. A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches

First Witch Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.

Second Witch Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.

Third Witch Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.

All Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

All Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

All Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Second Witch Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

Enter Hecate to the other three Witches

Music and a song: 'Black spirits,' & c

Hecate retires

Enter Macbeth

Macbeth How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
What is't you do?

All   A deed without a name.

Macbeth I conjure you, by that which you profess,
Howe'er you come to know it, answer me:
Though you untie the winds and let them fight
Against the churches; though the yesty waves
Confound and swallow navigation up;
Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down;
Though castles topple on their warders' heads;
Though palaces and pyramids do slope
Their heads to their foundations; though the treasure
Of nature's germens tumble all together,
Even till destruction sicken; answer me
To what I ask you.

First Witch   Speak.

Second Witch Demand.

Third Witch We'll answer.

First Witch Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths,
Or from our masters?

Macbeth Call 'em; let me see 'em.

All   Come, high or low;
Thyself and office deftly show!

Thunder. First Apparition: an armed Head

Macbeth Tell me, thou unknown power -

First Witch He knows thy thought:
Hear his speech, but say thou nought.

First Apparition Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff;
Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.

Macbeth Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;
Thou hast harp'd my fear aright: but one word more -

First Witch He will not be commanded: here's another,
More potent than the first.

Thunder. Second Apparition: A bloody Child

Second Apparition Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth!

Macbeth Had I three ears, I'ld hear thee.

Thunder. Third Apparition: a Child crowned, with a tree in his hand

What is this
That rises like the issue of a king,
And wears upon his baby-brow the round
And top of sovereignty?

All Listen, but speak not to't.

All Seek to know no more.

First Witch Show!

Second Witch Show!

Third Witch Show!

All Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
Come like shadows, so depart!

A show of Eight Kings, the last with a glass in his hand; Ghost Of Banquo following

Apparitions vanish

What, is this so?

Music. The witches dance and then vanish, with Hecate

Enter Lennox

Lennox What's your grace's will?

Macbeth Saw you the weird sisters?

Lennox No, my lord.

Macbeth Came they not by you?

Lennox No, indeed, my lord.

Lennox 'Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word
Macduff is fled to England.

Macbeth Fled to England!

Lennox Ay, my good lord.

Scene II. Fife. Macduff's castle.

Enter Lady Macduff, her Son, and Ross

Lady Macduff What had he done, to make him fly the land?

Ross You must have patience, madam.

Ross You know not
Whether it was his wisdom or his fear.

Lady Macduff Wisdom! to leave his wife, to leave his babes,
His mansion and his titles in a place
From whence himself does fly? He loves us not;
He wants the natural touch: for the poor wren,
The most diminutive of birds, will fight,
Her young ones in her nest, against the owl.
All is the fear and nothing is the love;
As little is the wisdom, where the flight
So runs against all reason.

Lady Macduff Father'd he is, and yet he's fatherless.

Lady Macduff Sirrah, your father's dead;
And what will you do now? How will you live?

Son As birds do, mother.

Lady Macduff What, with worms and flies?

Son With what I get, I mean; and so do they.

Lady Macduff Poor bird! thou'ldst never fear the net nor lime,
The pitfall nor the gin.

Son Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for.
My father is not dead, for all your saying.

Lady Macduff Yes, he is dead; how wilt thou do for a father?

Son Nay, how will you do for a husband?

Lady Macduff Why, I can buy me twenty at any market.

Son Then you'll buy 'em to sell again.

Lady Macduff Thou speak'st with all thy wit: and yet, i' faith,
With wit enough for thee.

Son Was my father a traitor, mother?

Lady Macduff Ay, that he was.

Son What is a traitor?

Lady Macduff Why, one that swears and lies.

Son And be all traitors that do so?

Lady Macduff Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged.

Son And must they all be hanged that swear and lie?

Lady Macduff Every one.

Son Who must hang them?

Lady Macduff Why, the honest men.

Son Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are liars and swearers enow to beat the honest men and hang up them.

Lady Macduff Now, God help thee, poor monkey!
But how wilt thou do for a father?

Son If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father.

Lady Macduff Poor prattler, how thou talk'st!

Enter a Messenger

Messenger Bless you, fair dame! I am not to you known,
Though in your state of honour I am perfect.
I doubt some danger does approach you nearly:
If you will take a homely man's advice,
Be not found here; hence, with your little ones.
To fright you thus, methinks, I am too savage;
To do worse to you were fell cruelty,
Which is too nigh your person. Heaven preserve you!
I dare abide no longer.

Enter Murderers

What are these faces?

First Murderer Where is your husband?

Lady Macduff I hope, in no place so unsanctified
Where such as thou mayst find him.

First Murderer He's a traitor.

Son Thou liest, thou shag-hair'd villain!

First Murderer What, you egg!

Stabbing him

Young fry of treachery!

Son He has kill'd me, mother:
Run away, I pray you!

Exit Lady Macduff, crying 'Murder!' Exeunt Murderers, following her

Scene III. England. Before the King's palace.

Enter Malcolm and Macduff

Malcolm Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there
Weep our sad bosoms empty.

Macduff I am not treacherous.

Macduff I have lost my hopes.

Macduff What should he be?

Macduff Boundless intemperance
In nature is a tyranny; it hath been
The untimely emptying of the happy throne
And fall of many kings. But fear not yet
To take upon you what is yours: you may
Convey your pleasures in a spacious plenty,
And yet seem cold, the time you may so hoodwink.
We have willing dames enough: there cannot be
That vulture in you, to devour so many
As will to greatness dedicate themselves,
Finding it so inclined.

Malcolm With this there grows
In my most ill-composed affection such
A stanchless avarice that, were I king,
I should cut off the nobles for their lands,
Desire his jewels and this other's house:
And my more-having would be as a sauce
To make me hunger more; that I should forge
Quarrels unjust against the good and loyal,
Destroying them for wealth.

Macduff O Scotland, Scotland!

Malcolm If such a one be fit to govern, speak:
I am as I have spoken.

Malcolm Macduff, this noble passion,
Child of integrity, hath from my soul
Wiped the black scruples, reconciled my thoughts
To thy good truth and honour. Devilish Macbeth
By many of these trains hath sought to win me
Into his power, and modest wisdom plucks me
From over-credulous haste: but God above
Deal between thee and me! for even now
I put myself to thy direction, and
Unspeak mine own detraction, here abjure
The taints and blames I laid upon myself,
For strangers to my nature. I am yet
Unknown to woman, never was forsworn,
Scarcely have coveted what was mine own,
At no time broke my faith, would not betray
The devil to his fellow and delight
No less in truth than life: my first false speaking
Was this upon myself: what I am truly,
Is thine and my poor country's to command:
Whither indeed, before thy here-approach,
Old Siward, with ten thousand warlike men,
Already at a point, was setting forth.
Now we'll together; and the chance of goodness
Be like our warranted quarrel! Why are you silent?

Macduff Such welcome and unwelcome things at once
'Tis hard to reconcile.

Enter a Doctor

Malcolm Well; more anon. - Comes the king forth, I pray you?

Malcolm I thank you, doctor.

Exit Doctor

Macduff What's the disease he means?

Malcolm 'Tis call'd the evil:
A most miraculous work in this good king;
Which often, since my here-remain in England,
I have seen him do. How he solicits heaven,
Himself best knows: but strangely-visited people,
All swoln and ulcerous, pitiful to the eye,
The mere despair of surgery, he cures,
Hanging a golden stamp about their necks,
Put on with holy prayers: and 'tis spoken,
To the succeeding royalty he leaves
The healing benediction. With this strange virtue,
He hath a heavenly gift of prophecy,
And sundry blessings hang about his throne,
That speak him full of grace.

Macduff See, who comes here?

Malcolm My countryman; but yet I know him not.

Macduff My ever-gentle cousin, welcome hither.

Malcolm I know him now. Good God, betimes remove
The means that makes us strangers!

Ross Sir, amen.

Macduff Stands Scotland where it did?

Macduff O, relation
Too nice, and yet too true!

Malcolm What's the newest grief?

Ross That of an hour's age doth hiss the speaker:
Each minute teems a new one.

Macduff How does my wife?

Ross Why, well.

Macduff   And all my children?

Ross Well too.

Macduff The tyrant has not batter'd at their peace?

Ross No; they were well at peace when I did leave 'em.

Macduff But not a niggard of your speech: how goes't?

Macduff If it be mine,
Keep it not from me, quickly let me have it.

Macduff Hum! I guess at it.

Macduff My children too?

Ross   Wife, children, servants, all
That could be found.

Macduff And I must be from thence!
My wife kill'd too?

Ross I have said.

Malcolm Dispute it like a man.

Malcolm Be this the whetstone of your sword: let grief
Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it.

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Scene I. A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron. Thunder. Enter the three Witches First Witch Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. Second Witch Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined. Third Witch Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time. All Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.