The whole world is theater.
There are women, men - all actors.
They have their own exits, departures,
And each one plays a role.
Seven actions in the play toy. Baby first
Roaring loudly in the arms of the mother ...
Then a whiny schoolboy with a bag of books,
With a ruddy face, reluctantly, a snail
Crawling to school. And then a lover
Sighing like an oven, with a sad ballad
In honor of the cute eyebrow. And then the soldier
Whose speech is always full of curses,
Bearded like a leopard
Jealous of honor, a bully in a quarrel,
Ready to seek mortal glory
At least in a cannonball. Then the judge
With a rounded belly, where the capon is hidden,
With a stern look, a trimmed beard,
Template rules and maxims are a storehouse,—
That's how he plays the part. The sixth age
It will be a skinny pantalone,
In glasses, in shoes, at the belt - a purse,
In pants that from youth the shore, wide
For withered feet; courageous voice
It is replaced again by a childish treble:
It squeaks like a flute... And the last act,
The end of this whole strange, complicated play -
Second childhood, half-forgetfulness:
Without eyes, without feelings, without taste, without everything.

W. Shakespeare
Monologue of Jacques from the comedy "As You Like It"

Theatre

Shakespeare said: "The whole world is a theater, and the people in it are actors!
Who is a rogue, who is a jester, and who is a simpleton, a sage or a hero.
Therefore, therefore, leave your disputes -
Look for your role in life, sculpt your image.

Our world is a hall! Our life is a stage
Where laughter and tears, grief and love are mixed
But, at least a hundred lives live at the same time,
Be and always be yourself.

Who is glorious, who is inglorious - sometimes we do not know,
Honor and money are handed out more and more at random.
The hypocritical demon confuses us with a devilish game,
He is in no hurry to change the picture and announce an intermission.

But sometimes, yes, sometimes - after all, everything happens in life! -
Someone will take over the stolen role.
The Lord, having found such, stigmatizes ... Fate undresses them,
And the people are convinced that the king was naked.

And every day and every day we wear masks
And looking in the mirror, sometimes we don't recognize ourselves...
Only at home, alone, we can safely
Ask: "What in this life are we playing or living?"

Yuri Evseev

The whole world is a theater, and the people in it are actors:
That's what William Shakespeare said
There are honest, however, there are thieves,
Everyone has their own idol.
Many roles, parts, intermissions,
Lots of different scenes
Many discoveries, many facts,
Lots of love, murder, betrayal.
All this is both in the theater and in life,
One soul is more capricious than another,
But they all play and live
They drink water from one cup.
Only one thought worries
Nobody writes us a script
Maybe this will help us
And we will write it ourselves.
Let's write how we want
As soon as the heart tells us
And of course we will win
Our heart will show us the right path.
We all die someday
Everything always comes to an end
Well, as long as we live
While we roam the wonder of the world.
Let's love, create, play.
We will leave a memory of ourselves,
People will remember us
They will write poems about us!

"The whole world is a theater, and the people in it are actors"

(Act II, scene VII)

Jacques: They have their own exits, departures, And each one plays a role more than one. Seven actions in the play toy. First, a baby, Roaring bitterly in his mother's arms... Then a whiny schoolboy with a book bag, With a ruddy face, reluctantly, like a snail, Crawling to school. And then the lover, Sighing like an oven, with a sad ballad In honor of the dear eyebrow. And then a soldier, Whose speech is always full of curses, Overgrown with a beard, like a leopard, Jealous of honor, a bully in a quarrel, Ready to look for mortal glory Even in a cannon mouth. Then the judge With a rounded belly, where the capon is hidden, With a stern look, a cropped beard, A storehouse of template rules and maxims, - So he plays a role. The sixth age - Already it will be a skinny pantaloon, In glasses, in shoes, a purse at the belt, In trousers, which from youth have been a shore, wide For withered legs; a courageous voice Is replaced again by a childish treble: It squeaks like a flute... And the last act, The end of this whole strange, complex play - Second childhood, half-forgetfulness: Without eyes, without feelings, without taste, without everything.

JAQUES All the world "sa 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. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress" eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin "d, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper" d pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well sav "d, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again towards childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion; sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

The whole world is acting

The authorship of this phrase is traditionally attributed to William Shakespeare, but the primary source of Shakespeare's words is the writings of the Roman writer Gaius Petronius. His line "Mundus universus exercet histrioniam" (mundus universus exercet histrioniam) literally translated from Latin means - "The whole world is engaged in acting."

The whole world is theater.
There are women, men - all actors.
They have their own exits, departures,
And each one plays a role.
Seven actions in the play toy. Baby first
Roaring loudly in the arms of the mother ...
Then a whiny schoolboy with a bag of books,
With a ruddy face, reluctantly, a snail
Crawling to school. And then a lover
Sighing like an oven, with a sad ballad
In honor of the cute eyebrow. And then the soldier
Whose speech is always full of curses,
Bearded like a leopard
Jealous of honor, a bully in a quarrel,
Ready to seek mortal glory
At least in a cannonball. Then the judge
With a rounded belly, where the capon is hidden,
With a stern look, a trimmed beard,
Template rules and maxims are a storehouse,—
That's how he plays the part. The sixth age
It will be a skinny pantalone,
In glasses, in shoes, at the belt - a purse,
In pants that from youth the shore, wide
For withered feet; courageous voice
It is replaced again by a childish treble:
It squeaks like a flute... And the last act,
The end of this whole strange, complicated play -
Second childhood, half-forgetfulness:
Without eyes, without feelings, without taste, without everything.

W. Shakespeare
Monologue of Jacques from the comedy "As You Like It"

Theatre

Shakespeare said: "The whole world is a theater, and the people in it are actors!
Who is a rogue, who is a jester, and who is a simpleton, a sage or a hero.
Therefore, therefore, leave your disputes -
Look for your role in life, sculpt your image.

Our world is a hall! Our life is a stage
Where laughter and tears, grief and love are mixed
But, at least a hundred lives live at the same time,
Be and always be yourself.

Who is glorious, who is inglorious - sometimes we do not know,
Honor and money are handed out more and more at random.
The hypocritical demon confuses us with a devilish game,
He is in no hurry to change the picture and announce an intermission.

But sometimes, yes, sometimes - after all, everything happens in life! -
Someone will take over the stolen role.
The Lord, having found such, stigmatizes ... Fate undresses them,
And the people are convinced that the king was naked.

And every day and every day we wear masks
And looking in the mirror, sometimes we don't recognize ourselves...
Only at home, alone, we can safely
Ask: "What in this life are we playing or living?"

Yuri Evseev

The whole world is a theater, and the people in it are actors:
That's what William Shakespeare said
There are honest, however, there are thieves,
Everyone has their own idol.
Many roles, parts, intermissions,
Lots of different scenes
Many discoveries, many facts,
Lots of love, murder, betrayal.
All this is both in the theater and in life,
One soul is more capricious than another,
But they all play and live
They drink water from one cup.
Only one thought worries
Nobody writes us a script
Maybe this will help us
And we will write it ourselves.
Let's write how we want
As soon as the heart tells us
And of course we will win
Our heart will show us the right path.
We all die someday
Everything always comes to an end
Well, as long as we live
While we roam the wonder of the world.
Let's love, create, play.
We will leave a memory of ourselves,
People will remember us
They will write poems about us!

Monologue of Jacques

"The whole world is a theater, and the people in it are actors"

(Act II, scene VII)

The whole world is theater.
In it, women, men - all actors.
They have their own exits, departures,
And each one plays a role.
Seven actions in the play toy. Baby first
Roaring bitterly in the arms of the mother ...
Then a whiny schoolboy with a book bag,
With a ruddy face, reluctantly, a snail
Crawling to school. And then a lover
Sighing like an oven, with a sad ballad
In honor of the cute eyebrow. And then the soldier
Whose speech is always full of curses,
Bearded like a leopard
Jealous of honor, a bully in a quarrel,
Ready to seek mortal glory
At least in a cannonball. Then the judge
With a rounded belly, where the capon is hidden,
With a stern look, a trimmed beard,
A storehouse of template rules and maxims, -
That's how he plays the part. The sixth age
It will be a skinny pantalone,
In glasses, in shoes, at the belt - a purse,
In pants that from youth the shore, wide
For withered feet; courageous voice
It is replaced again by a childish treble:
It squeaks like a flute... And the last act,
The end of this whole strange, complicated play -
Second childhood, half-forgetfulness:
Without eyes, without feelings, without taste, without everything.

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. At first the infant
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover
Sighing like a furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress" eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shift
Into the lean and slipper "d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav "d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again towards childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

The whole world is acting

The authorship of this phrase is traditionally attributed to William Shakespeare, but the primary source of Shakespeare's words is the writings of the Roman writer Gaius Petronius. His line "Mundus universus exercet histrioniam" (mundus universus exercet histrioniam) literally translated from Latin means - "The whole world is engaged in acting."

The phrase "Totus mundus agit histrionem" (the whole world plays a comedy) adorned the building of the Globe Theater, for which Shakespeare wrote his plays.