Ich war's nicht ...
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Das Ergebnis ein synthetischer Voice Clone (passend mit altersgerechter Swiss Primitive Stimmenmodulation – künftige Interferenz verbessert das dann automatisch weiter ;-) aber er spricht nun hier an meiner Stelle selbstständig die Englisch anspruchsvolle Szene 1 von William Shakespeare »The First part of King Henry the Fourth« ... wie im Titel gesagt »Ich war's nicht ...« Der Stellvertreter ist's 😇
Höre hier wie sich der Clone-Rezitator schlägt (Englischer Shakespeare Buchtext unten zum Mitlesen ...)
Akt 4, Szene 1 von Shakespeares Heinrich IV
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Schauplatz, Charaktere & Ereignisse
Die Szene spielt im Basislager der Rebellen in Shrewsbury, im Westen Englands nahe der walisischen Grenze. Die Hauptcharaktere sind:
Heisssporn (Henry Percy)
Worcester
Graf von Douglas
Schlechte Nachrichten treffen ein: Ein Bote bringt die Nachricht, dass Northumberland, Heisssporns Vater, krank ist und nicht mit seinen Truppen zur Rebellion stossen wird. Diese Abwesenheit schwächt die Rebellenstreitkräfte erheblich und könnte auf Uneinigkeit in ihren Reihen hindeuten.
Heisssporns Reaktion: Seiner impulsiven Natur entsprechend, weist Heisssporn diese Bedenken schnell zurück und sieht die Situation als Chance für grösseren Ruhm. Er behält seinen Optimismus und seine Kampfeslust trotz des Rückschlags bei.
Weitere beunruhigende Informationen: Sir Richard Vernon trifft mit zusätzlichen Nachrichten ein:
König Heinrichs Streitkräfte, angeführt vom Grafen von Westmoreland und Prinz John, marschieren mit 7.000 Mann auf sie zu.
König Heinrich selbst und Prinz Hal nähern sich ebenfalls mit weiteren Truppen.
Beschreibung von Prinz Hal: Vernon liefert eine schmeichelhafte Beschreibung von Prinz Hal, der als beeindruckende Figur in Rüstung dargestellt wird, geschickt im Reiten und Ehrfurcht gebietend als junger Soldat.
Glendowers Abwesenheit: Die letzte schlechte Nachricht ist, dass Glendower, ihr walisischer Verbündeter, seine Streitkräfte nicht rechtzeitig für die Schlacht versammeln kann. Dies schwächt die Position der Rebellen weiter.
Reaktionen
Worcester und Douglas: sind durch diese Entwicklungen alarmiert und erkennen den strategischen Nachteil, in dem sie sich nun befinden.
Heisssporn: bleibt unbeirrt und lässt sich von nichts in seinem Selbstvertrauen erschüttern. Er äussert den Wunsch, Prinz Hal im Zweikampf zu begegnen, und behält seine Entschlossenheit zu kämpfen bei, selbst angesichts einer wahrscheinlichen Niederlage.
»The First part of King Henry the Fourth«
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SCENE I. The rebel camp near Shrewsbury.
Enter HOTSPUR, WORCESTER, and DOUGLAS
HOTSPUR
Well said, my noble Scot: if speaking truth In this fine age were not thought flattery, Such attribution should the Douglas have, As not a soldier of this season's stamp Should go so general current through the world. By God, I cannot flatter; I do defy The tongues of soothers; but a braver place In my heart's love hath no man than yourself: Nay, task me to my word; approve me, lord.
EARL OF DOUGLAS
Thou art the king of honour: No man so potent breathes upon the ground But I will beard him.
HOTSPUR
Do so, and 'tis well.
Enter a Messenger with letters
What letters hast thou there?--I can but thank you.
Messenger
These letters come from your father.
HOTSPUR
Letters from him! why comes he not himself?
Messenger
He cannot come, my lord; he is grievous sick.
HOTSPUR
'Zounds! how has he the leisure to be sick In such a rustling time? Who leads his power? Under whose government come they along?
Messenger
His letters bear his mind, not I, my lord.
EARL OF WORCESTER
I prithee, tell me, doth he keep his bed?
Messenger
He did, my lord, four days ere I set forth; And at the time of my departure thence He was much fear'd by his physicians.
EARL OF WORCESTER
I would the state of time had first been whole Ere he by sickness had been visited: His health was never better worth than now.
HOTSPUR
Sick now! droop now! this sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise; 'Tis catching hither, even to our camp. He writes me here, that inward sickness-- And that his friends by deputation could not So soon be drawn, nor did he think it meet To lay so dangerous and dear a trust On any soul removed but on his own. Yet doth he give us bold advertisement, That with our small conjunction we should on, To see how fortune is disposed to us; For, as he writes, there is no quailing now. Because the king is certainly possess'd Of all our purposes. What say you to it?
EARL OF WORCESTER
Your father's sickness is a maim to us.
HOTSPUR
A perilous gash, a very limb lopp'd off: And yet, in faith, it is not; his present want Seems more than we shall find it: were it good To set the exact wealth of all our states All at one cast? to set so rich a main On the nice hazard of one doubtful hour? It were not good; for therein should we read The very bottom and the soul of hope, The very list, the very utmost bound Of all our fortunes.
EARL OF DOUGLAS
'Faith, and so we should; Where now remains a sweet reversion: We may boldly spend upon the hope of what Is to come in: A comfort of retirement lives in this.
HOTSPUR
A rendezvous, a home to fly unto. If that the devil and mischance look big Upon the maidenhead of our affairs.
EARL OF WORCESTER
But yet I would your father had been here. The quality and hair of our attempt Brooks no division: it will be thought By some, that know not why he is away, That wisdom, loyalty and mere dislike Of our proceedings kept the earl from hence: And think how such an apprehension May turn the tide of fearful faction And breed a kind of question in our cause; For well you know we of the offering side Must keep aloof from strict arbitrement, And stop all sight-holes, every loop from whence The eye of reason may pry in upon us: This absence of your father's draws a curtain, That shows the ignorant a kind of fear Before not dreamt of.
HOTSPUR
You strain too far. I rather of his absence make this use: It lends a lustre and more great opinion, A larger dare to our great enterprise, Than if the earl were here; for men must think, If we without his help can make a head To push against a kingdom, with his help We shall o'erturn it topsy-turvy down. Yet all goes well, yet all our joints are whole.
EARL OF DOUGLAS
As heart can think: there is not such a word
Spoke of in Scotland as this term of fear.
Enter SIR RICHARD VERNON
HOTSPUR
My cousin Vernon, welcome, by my soul.
VERNON
Pray God my news be worth a welcome, lord. The Earl of Westmoreland, seven thousand strong, Is marching hitherwards; with him Prince John.
HOTSPUR
No harm: what more?
VERNON
And further, I have learn'd, The king himself in person is set forth, Or hitherwards intended speedily, With strong and mighty preparation.
HOTSPUR
He shall be welcome too. Where is his son, The nimble-footed madcap Prince of Wales, And his comrades, that daff'd the world aside, And bid it pass?
VERNON
All furnish'd, all in arms; All plumed like estridges that with the wind Baited like eagles having lately bathed; Glittering in golden coats, like images; As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer; Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls. I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
HOTSPUR
No more, no more: worse than the sun in March, This praise doth nourish agues. Let them come: They come like sacrifices in their trim, And to the fire-eyed maid of smoky war All hot and bleeding will we offer them: The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit Up to the ears in blood. I am on fire To hear this rich reprisal is so nigh And yet not ours. Come, let me taste my horse, Who is to bear me like a thunderbolt Against the bosom of the Prince of Wales: Harry to Harry shall, hot horse to horse, Meet and ne'er part till one drop down a corse. O that Glendower were come!
VERNON
There is more news: I learn'd in Worcester, as I rode along, He cannot draw his power this fourteen days.
EARL OF DOUGLAS
That's the worst tidings that I hear of yet.
WORCESTER
Ay, by my faith, that bears a frosty sound.
HOTSPUR
What may the king's whole battle reach unto?
VERNON
To thirty thousand.
HOTSPUR
Forty let it be: My father and Glendower being both away, The powers of us may serve so great a day Come, let us take a muster speedily: Doomsday is near; die all, die merrily.
EARL OF DOUGLAS
Talk not of dying: I am out of fear Of death or death's hand for this one-half year.
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