Take a Virtual Tour of Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre in London

Dad get off the wifi my fort­nite game is lag­ging

that dang john wick

The fact that you guys are on this web­site at the same time is kin­da weird. Btw… look out your win­dow.

I like but

step bro what are you doing im stuck under­neath the bed

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Do I sEE SteP­sIs sTuCk???

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The sto­ry of the Globe The­atre, the ances­tral home of Shakespeare’s plays, is itself very Shake­speare­an, in all of the ways we use that adjec­tive: it has deep roots in Eng­lish his­to­ry, a trag­ic back­sto­ry, and rep­re­sents all of the hodge­podge of Lon­don, in the ear­ly 17th cen­tu­ry and today, with the city’s col­or­ful street life, min­gling of inter­na­tion­al cul­tures, high and low, and its delight in the play and inter­play of lan­guages.

“The first pub­lic play­hous­es,” notes the British Library, “were built in Lon­don in the late 1500s. The­atres were not per­mit­ted with­in the bound­aries of the City itself”—theater not being con­sid­ered a respectable art—”but were tol­er­at­ed in the out­er dis­tricts of Lon­don, such as South­wark, where the Globe was locat­ed. South­wark was noto­ri­ous for its noisy, chaot­ic enter­tain­ments and for its sleazy low-life: its the­atres, broth­els, bear bait­ing pits, pick­pock­ets and the like.”

The Globe began its life in 1599, in a sto­ry that “might be wor­thy,” writes the Shake­speare Resource Cen­ter, “of a Shake­speare­an play of its own.” Built from the tim­bers of the city’s first per­ma­nent the­ater, the Burbage, which opened in 1576, the Globe burned down in 1613 “when a can­non shot dur­ing a per­for­mance of Hen­ry VIII ignit­ed the thatched roof in the gallery.” With­in the year, it was rebuilt on the same foun­da­tions (with a tiled roof) and oper­at­ed until the Puri­tans shut it down in 1642, demol­ish­ing the famed open-air the­ater two years lat­er.

In a twist to this so far very Eng­lish tale, it took the tire­less efforts of an expa­tri­ate Amer­i­can, actor-direc­tor Sam Wana­mak­er, to bring the Globe back to Lon­don. After more than two decades of advo­ca­cy, Wanamaker’s Globe Play­house Trust suc­ceed­ed in recre­at­ing the Globe, just a short dis­tance from the orig­i­nal loca­tion. Open­ing in 1997, three-hun­dred and fifty-five years after the first Globe closed, the new Globe The­atre recre­at­ed all of the orig­i­nal’s archi­tec­tur­al ele­ments.

The stage projects into the cir­cu­lar court­yard, designed for stand­ing spec­ta­tors and sur­round­ed by three tiers of seats. While the stage itself has an elab­o­rate paint­ed roof, and the seat­ing is pro­tect­ed from the weath­er by the only thatched roof in Lon­don since the 1666 Great Fire, the theater’s court­yard is open to the sky. How­ev­er, where the orig­i­nal Globe held about 2,000 stand­ing and 1,000 seat­ed play­go­ers, the recre­ation, notes Time­Out Lon­don, holds only about half that num­ber.

Still, the­ater-goers can “get a rich feel for what it was like to be a ‘groundling’ (the stand­ing rab­ble at the front of the stage) in the cir­cu­lar, open-air the­atre.” Short of that, we can tour the Globe in the vir­tu­al recre­ation at the top of the post. Move around in any direc­tion and look up at the sky. As you do, click on the tiny cir­cles to reveal facts such as “Prob­a­bly the first Shake­speare play to be per­formed at the Globe was Julius Cae­sar, in 1599,” and videos like Mark Antony’s famous “friends, Romans, coun­try­men” speech, per­formed at the Globe, above.

If you don’t have the lux­u­ry of vis­it­ing the new Globe, tak­ing a tour, or see­ing a per­for­mance lov­ing­ly-recre­at­ed with all of the cos­tum­ing (and even pro­nun­ci­a­tion) from Jacobean Eng­land, you can get the fla­vor of this won­drous achieve­ment in bring­ing cul­tur­al his­to­ry into the present with the vir­tu­al tour, also avail­able as an app for iPhone and iPad users. This inter­ac­tive tour super­sedes a pre­vi­ous ver­sion we fea­tured a few years back.

Born look­ing just like the orig­i­nal

that is a beau­ti­ful stage.

The 360 view was cool. i liked see­ing the videos.

Dang bro that’s aggres­sive

what the 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴 is up with these com­ments–

nice 360 tour

The Globe began its life in 1599, in a sto­ry that “might be wor­thy,” writes the Shake­speare Resource Cen­ter, “of a Shake­speare­an play of its own.” Built from the tim­bers of the city’s first per­ma­nent the­ater, the Burbage, which opened in 1576, the Globe burned down in 1613 “when a can­non shot dur­ing a per­for­mance of Hen­ry VIII ignit­ed the thatched roof in the gallery.”

We all do

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM I am very uncom­fort­able with the atmos­phere we have cre­at­ed in the stu­dio today @~@

You guys are not fun­ny, just stop.

I went there and my uncle touched my bum with his pp now I’m pres­i­dent oba­ma

I’ll take a pota­to chip

and eat it

HELP HE“S GOT US TRAPPED IN HERE WE ONLY GET ONE PRINGLE A WEEK HELP PLS

Drury is a sussy baka ;)

damn yall need ther­a­py more than the Win­ches­ters and that’s say­ing some­thing

no

NICE

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Bar­ry?
Adam?
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I can’t.
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Look­ing sharp.
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Sor­ry. I’m excit­ed.
Here’s the grad­u­ate.
We’re very proud of you, son.
A per­fect report card, all B’s.
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You got lint on your fuzz.
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Bye!
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Hey, Adam.
Hey, Bar­ry.
Is that fuzz gel?
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Those were awk­ward.
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You did come back dif­fer­ent.
Hi, Bar­ry. Artie, grow­ing a mus­tache? Looks good.
Hear about Frankie?
Yeah.
You going to the funer­al?
No, I’m not going.
Every­body knows, sting some­one, you die.
Don’t waste it on a squir­rel.
Such a hot­head.
I guess he could have just got­ten out of the way.
I love this incor­po­rat­ing an amuse­ment park into our day.
That’s why we don’t need vaca­tions.
Boy, quite a bit of pomp under the cir­cum­stances.
Well, Adam, today we are men.
We are!
Bee-men.
Amen!
Hal­lelu­jah!
Stu­dents, fac­ul­ty, dis­tin­guished bees,
please wel­come Dean Buzz­well.
Wel­come, New Hive City grad­u­at­ing class of 9:15.
That con­cludes our cer­e­monies And begins your career at Honex Indus­tries!
Will we pick our job today?
I heard it’s just ori­en­ta­tion.
Heads up! Here we go.
Keep your hands and anten­nas inside the tram at all times.
Won­der what it’ll be like?
A lit­tle scary.
Wel­come to Honex, a divi­sion of Honesco and a part of the Hexa­gon Group.
This is it!
Wow.
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We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life.
Hon­ey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nec­tar to The Hive.
Our top-secret for­mu­la is auto­mat­i­cal­ly col­or-cor­rect­ed, scent-adjust­ed and bub­ble-con­toured into this sooth­ing sweet syrup with its dis­tinc­tive gold­en glow you know as… Hon­ey!
That girl was hot.
She’s my cousin!
She is?
Yes, we’re all cousins.
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At Honex, we con­stant­ly strive to improve every aspect of bee exis­tence.
These bees are stress-test­ing a new hel­met tech­nol­o­gy.
What do you think he makes?
Not enough.
Here we have our lat­est advance­ment, the Krel­man.
What does that do?
Catch­es that lit­tle strand of hon­ey that hangs after you pour it.
Saves us mil­lions.
Can any­one work on the Krel­man?
Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones.
But bees know that every small job, if it’s done well, means a lot.
But choose care­ful­ly because you’ll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life.
The same job the rest of your life? I did­n’t know that.
What’s the dif­fer­ence?
You’ll be hap­py to know that bees, as a species, haven’t had one day off in 27 mil­lion years.
So you’ll just work us to death?
We’ll sure try.
Wow! That blew my mind!

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And to the repub­lic, for which it stands, one nation under God
Indi­vis­i­ble, with lib­er­ty and jus­tice for all
I pledge alle­giance to the flag
Of the Unit­ed States of Amer­i­ca
And to the repub­lic, for which it stands
One nation under God
Indi­vis­i­ble
With lib­er­ty and jus­tice for all
The pledge of alle­giance to the flag,
As a pledge to the ideals of our Fore­fa­thers
The men who fought and died, for the build­ing of the great nation
It’s a pledge to ful­fill our duties and oblig­a­tions as cit­i­zens of the Unit­ed States
And to uphold the prin­ci­pals of our con­sti­tu­tion.
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Cher­ished by all Amer­i­cans, free­dom of speech, free­dom of reli­gion
Free­dom for want, and free­dom from fear.
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Of the Unit­ed States of Amer­i­ca.
And to the reli­gion, for which it stands,
One nation under God
Indi­vis­i­ble
With lib­er­ty and jus­tice for all.

same bro. sam

Y’all tweakin on the shake­spear­i­an site. Where can i find heizen­burg and is san­ta real? any­ways if you find a cute asian for me just msg me on dis­cord .vamp­tom

suk a niga dick

Balls and 2

i hate my eng­lish class 8th grade

Hi every­one I am so hap­py to be in my eng­lish class edu­cat­ing about shake­speare :) I love my teacher is so nice im so hap­py. I am going to go brush my teeth now by bye its my bed time

fr tho, I cant be typ­ing like that cause our teach­ers can see our chrome­books from theirs com­put­ers.