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Shakespeare's Compassion For All Animals, Who Wrote The Plays Attributed To Shakespeare

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The Animal Rights of William Shakespeare: A Fraction Of His Words on Universal Compassion

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CALVES, DEER, BEARS, WILD PIGS, HORSES, RABBITS, SHEEP, WRENS, FISHES, BEETLES, FLIES, BEES, MEAT

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OF CALVES

William Shakespeare, Henry VI, Part Two, Act 3, Scene 1, Lines 202-220

Thou never didst them wrong, nor no man wrong;
And as the butcher takes away the calf,
And binds the wretch, and beats it when it strays,
Bearing it to the bloody slaughter-house,
Even so, remorseless, have they borne him hence;
And as the dam runs lowing up and down,
Looking the way her harmless young one went,
And can do nought but wail her darling’s loss.

ON DEER

As You Like It Act 2, Scene 1, Lines 24-71

Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this desert city,
Should in their own confines with forked heads
Have their round haunches gor'd.
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To the which place a poor sequester'd stag,
That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord,
The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans
That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat
Almost to bursting, and the big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool,
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook,
Augmenting it with tears.
Duke S. But what said Jaques?
Did he not moralize this spectacle?
First Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes.
First, for his weeping into the needless stream;
'Poor deer,' quoth he, 'thou mak'st a testament
As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more
To that which had too much: then, being there alone,
Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends;
'Tis right,' quoth he; 'thus misery doth part
The flux of company:' anon, a careless herd,
Full of the pasture, jumps along by him
And never stays to greet him; 'Ay,' quoth Jaques,
'Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens;
'Tis just the fashion; wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?'
Thus most invectively he pierceth through
The body of the country, city, court, '
Yea, and of this our life; swearing that we
Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what’s worse,
To fright the animals and to kill them up
In their assign’d and native dwelling-place.
Duke S. And did you leave him in this contemplation?
Sec. Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and commenting
Upon the sobbing deer.

BEAR BAITING

(a cruel blood sport)  Bears were tied to stakes and dogs set loose to attack them)

Macbeth
‘They have tied me to the stake; I cannot fly/ But bear-like I must fight the course."


ON ANIMALS TURNED BY BUTCHERING INTO MEAT

Twelfth-Night; or, What You Will Act 1, Scene 3, Line 46
I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit.

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Troilus and Cressida:

"The plague of Greece upon thee, thou mongrel beef-witted lord."

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Henry V Act 1 Scene 2
Our grave like Turkish meat shall have a tongueless mouth

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Poem Venus And Adonis:

What is thy body but a swallowing grave


Romeo and Juliet  Act 1 Scene 4
ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.


SHEEP

 "Is it not. strange that sheeps' guts should hale souls out of men's. bodies?"  (The paradox that from the agony of the murder of sheep, the music made by sheep guts used as strings in music instruments)
Much Ado About Nothing Act 2 Scene 3


ON THE CAGING OF BIRDS

Romeo and Juliet Act 2 Scene 2

I would have thee gone:
And yet no further than a wanton's bird;
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again,
So loving-jealous of his liberty.

ON WRENS

Macbeth Act 4 Scene 2

Lady MacBeth:
Even the fragile wren, the smallest of birds, will fight against the owl when it threatens her young .

ON VIVISECTION OR ANIMAL RESEARCH HARDENING THE HEART

Cymbeline Act 1, Scene 5, Lines 7-32

I will try the forces
Of these thy compounds on such creatures as
We count not worth the hanging,—but none human,—
To try the vigour of them and apply
Allayments to their act, and by them gather
Their several virtues and effects.
Cor. Your highness
Shall from this practice but make hard your heart;
Besides, the seeing these effects will be
Both noisome and infectious.


ON HORSE SLAVERY 

Venus and Adonis

How like a jade he stood, tied to the tree,
Servilely master'd with a leathern rein!

ON BOAR HUNTING 

Venus And Adonis

swine to gore,
Whose tushes (tusks) never sheathed he whetteth still,
Like to a mortal butcher bent to kill.
ON FISHES

In King Lear Act 1 Scene 4:

"I do profess to be no less than I seem, to serve him truly that will put me in trust, to love him that is honest, to converse with him that is wise and says little, to fear judgement, to fight when I cannot choose, and to eat no fish."

Twelfth Night

"A plague o' these pickle herring!"

ON ANIMAL CONSCIOUSNESS

"Nature teaches beasts to know their friends."

Coriolanus

ON HUNTED RABBITS

The Hunted Hare... from Venus and Adonis

And when thou hast on foot the purblind hare,
Mark the poor wretch, to overshoot his troubles
How he outruns the wind and with what care
He cranks and crosses with a thousand doubles:
The many musets through the which he goes
Are like a labyrinth to amaze his foes.

Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep,
To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell,
And sometime where earth-delving conies keep,
To stop the loud pursuers in their yell,
And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer:
Danger deviseth shifts; wit waits on fear:

For there his smell with others being mingled,
The hot scent-snuffing hounds are driven to doubt,
Ceasing their clamorous cry till they have singled
With much ado the cold fault cleanly out;
Then do they spend their mouths: Echo replies,
As if another chase were in the skies.

By this, poor Wat, far off upon a hill,
Stands on his hinder legs with listening ear,
To harken if his foes pursue him still:
Anon their loud alarums he doth hear;
And now his grief may be compared well
To one sore sick that hears the passing-bell.

Then shalt thou see the dew-bedabbled wretch
Turn, and return, indenting with the way;
Each envious brier his weary legs doth scratch,
Each shadow makes him stop, each murmur stay:
For misery is trodden on by many,
And being low never relieved by any.

Lie quietly, and hear a little more;
Nay, do not struggle, for thou shalt not rise:
To make thee hate the hunting of the boar,
Unlike myself thou hear'st me moralize,
Applying this to that, and so to so;
For love can comment upon every woe.

Puzzled wondering why
So many heads are hollow,
So many mean are walking beasts,
So much brutality blots the land,
Such epidemics of violence,
Such vertigos of sensuality
Inoculate and intoxicate the race.

ON BEETLES

Measure for Measure , Act 3, Scene 11, Lines 85-87 .

Isab.…And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
As when a giant dies.

ON A FLY

Titus Andronicus Act 3, Scene 2, Lines 55-80

Mar. At that that I have kill'd, my lord; a fly.
Tit. Out on thee, murderer! thou kill'st my heart;
Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny:
A deed of death, done on the innocent,
Becomes not Titus' brother. Get thee gone;
I see, thou art not for my company.
Mar. Alas! my lord, I have but kill'd a fly.
Tit. But how if that fly had a father and a mother?
How would he hang his slender gilded wings
And buzz lamenting doings in the air!
Poor harmless fly,
That, with his pretty buzzing melody,

ON BEES

Henry V Act 1 Scene 2

Obedience: for so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts; Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone


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Who Wrote The Plays And Sonnets Attributed To William Shakespeare

What do Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, Charlie Chaplin,
Sigmund Freud, Vanessa Redgrave, Derek Jacoby,
St. Germaine, John Adams, Leslie Howard
and countless others have in common?
They all believed that William Shakespeare
was not the author of the plays, sonnets,
and other writings attributed to him.

Why ?

The Elizabethan court was one which drew and quartered
Catholics and others who were not of the Church of England. She
executed Mary Queen of Scots and other political opponents.
It was not safe for the author to
put his own name to his writings.

There is not a single play or poem
in Shakespeare's handwriting.

His children were functionally illiterate.

There were no books, no library in his
possession when he died. Nor were there any plays
or copies of plays in his possession.

While genius is not dependent upon schooling,
the comprehensive knowledge of the court,
literature, and cultures of other countries
was not evident in the life of Shakespeare.

There are many legal documents in the life of
Shakespeare, but none indicating he was a writer.
He was a grain merchant, who once sued someone
for 14 pence, who was a moneylender. His last will
was not the work of a literary man. He at least twice
defaulted on tax payments and was the owner of
high end realty.

He had been a butcher's apprentice and
a poacher of deer while the writings attributed
to him are full of compassion for mammals, birds,
fishes, insects.

There is nothing in the plays and poems which
fits with the life of Shakespeare.

The most famous painting alleging to be that of
Will Shakespeare was printed by Ben Jonson. Examining
the painting one finds indications that the face is
a mask of another face behind it.

The documentary Last Will And Testament
promotes the 17th Earl of Oxford as the author.

This writer believes the ascended
master St Germaine, who said that he himself in a previous life
was the author. He doesn't have the heads of murdered animals on the walls of his ancestral home nor the ethical lapses attributed to the 17th Earl of Oxford. He had already in his life as Francis Bacon achieved spiritual mastery in several areas.

Many of the assertions in this article came from the documentary Last Will & Testament
Last Will And Testament available on Roku
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2122381/
https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2016/04/23/arts/shakespeare-obituary.html

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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The Cockroach and the Flies

The Cockroach and the Flies

by Alan Jair Verger Cavazos


            Not so many years from this moment, a cockroach was in a rush looking for the other animals. It was running through destroyed buildings, debris, fallen trees; it was all destroyed. There was no sun, and almost no light. The earth was covered with a big gray cloud of dust and ashes. So, finally the cockroach found some flies.

 

-Where's everyone? -The cockroach said.

-...They... -The fly had struggle to talk-. ...They are all dead...

-What! ? Why! ? What happened?

-The humans were in war. -Said other fly-. The government of a country launched a bioweapon bomb to their enemies and they didn't realized that they would kill five billion humans, and the survivors will be infected with a disease that would turn them very aggressive and cannibals. What happened later? A nuclear "accident" to stop the disease from spreading... So everyone is gone. No humans, and very few of us...

 

            The cockroach was really in shock. Being in hole eating trash for months made him not to witness the end of the world... After some few minutes of thinking and not saying anything, just standing there, finally the cockroach said:

 

-Huuuuurraaaayyy!!!! - The cockroach screamed and jumped with joy.

-What's wrong with you? -At least five flies said at the same time-. The humans are gone and just few animals are left!

-They earned it! They had neither respect nor tolerance of life! There are stories between all the cockroaches that the humans used chemical weapons against us, and when they didn't, they smashed us against the floor with their feet. Also, one time I saw a human killing my best friend who was a mosquito. He was a male, which means that he only eats pollen. So, when did he do something to that human? Never! There are stories not only from cockroaches, also from all kind of insects, animals, and plants!

-Yeah, but it is something sad that many living forms were gone. You cannot just be happy about that.

-I understand, but it will be a new beginning without fear. Together we can try to make hole new world!

 

            So the cockroach and the flies made a model of their new world. In their vision, they saw a planet full of life and tolerance. They imagined a place where all living things could contemplate comfortably a nice twilight bringing light to a new and happy day.

 

            Suddenly... a small space ship landed, and from the inside some humans came out. One of them saw the cockroach and smashed it against the floor...

 

-... Why? ... -Said the cockroach with tears falling from his eyes...


Cockroach

 

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Indifference

It was a hot day, I think,
as I watched the spider eat the fly.
Someone else may have turned away,
or killed the spider and set the fly free.
But not me.
I watched as the spider ate the fly.
As I ate myself.

Ignorance in the Sky

Oh, dear,

Firefly, firefly,

Against the midnight sky

Please tell me how, and tell me why

Does the sweet, sad wind so mournfully sigh?

Please tell me how, and tell me why

The clouds just hang and cry?

Quick, firefly fly...

Away.

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