Next week is the opening of First Folio! the Book that Gave Us Shakespeare, on tour from the Folger Shakespeare Library. This free, multi-panel exhibition explores Shakespeare’s impact, and is accompanied by interactive displays.
What will be on display?
- “What’s Past is Prologue”: 40 Years of the Idaho Shakespeare Festival: A retrospective exhibition celebrating 40 seasons of Shakespeare in Idaho
- Seventeenth Century Books from the collection of David and Nancy Leroy
- Seventeenth Century Printing and Bookbinding display
- Hands-on book binding activities
- The First Folio
Where is the exhibit?
The exhibit opens August 20 and runs until September 21, 2016. And will be held at the Arts and Humanities Institute Gallery Yanke Family Research Park, located at 220 Parkcenter Blvd, Boise, ID (Click for a map to the First Folio location).
Which page will the First Folio be open to?
The First Folio on exhibit in the gallery will be open to this page of Hamlet, and one of the most famous speeches written in English.
It begins in the bottom of the left-hand column of the right page. Below the image is the text speech printed in modern font but using spelling and punctuation found in the First Folio.
Ham. To be, or not to be, that is the Question:
Whether ’tis Nobler in the minde to suffer
The Slings and Arrowes of outragious Fortune,
Or to take Armes against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to dye, to sleepe
No more; and by a sleepe, to say we end
The Heart-ake, and the thousand Naturall shockes
That Flesh is heyre too? ‘Tis a consummation
Deuoutly to be wish’d. To dye to sleepe,
To sleepe, perchance to Dreame; I, there’s the rub,
For in that sleepe of death, what dreames may come,
When we haue shufflel’d off this mortall coile,
Must giue vs pawse. There’s the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would beare the Whips and Scornes of time,
The Oppressors wrong, the poore mans Contumely,
The pangs of dispriz’d Loue, the Lawes delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurnes
That patient merit of the vnworthy takes,
When he himselfe might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would these Fardles beare
To grunt and sweat vnder a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The vndiscouered Countrey, from whose Borne
No Traueller returnes, Puzels the will,
And makes vs rather beare those illes we haue,
Then flye to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of vs all,
And thus the Natiue hew of Resolution
Is sicklied o’re, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprizes of great pith and moment,
With this regard their Currants turne away,
And loose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The faire Ophelia? Nimph, in thy Orizons
Be all my sinnes remembred.
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