One of the most well-educated and remarkably literate people
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Arthur Neuendorffer
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Roger Manners: 5th Earl of Rutland

<<One of the most well-educated and remarkably literate people
of Elizabethan England. Master of Arts of Cambridge and Oxford
Universities. Was a student at Padua University (Italy) for a while,
studied law at Gray's Inn. For some time, was under the tutelage
of Sir Francis Bacon. Travelled extensively about Europe, visited
the Netherlands, Germany, France, Switzerland, Northern Italy.
Corresponded with European scholars.

His life was closely associated with the Pembrokes and
Sidneys, with the Earl of Southampton, and the Earl of Essex. His
platonic wife and, later, co-author was Elizabeth Sidney, an only
daughter of the famous poet Sir Philip Sidney and step-daughter of
the Earl of Essex. In spite of precarious state of health, the Earl
of Rutland participated more than once in war on land and sea.
Was actively involved in Essex's rebellion and severely punished
for that by Queen Elizabeth I. After the Queen's death in 1603,
the new monarch King James I sent him as his envoy
on an honorary mission to the King of Denmark.

This eccentric aristocrat enveloped his own person and
his literary activities in mystery & secrecy. He never published
anything in his own name, preferring to ascribe the authorship of his
works to "live masks," i.e. semiliterate people like William Shakspere
from Stratford-upon-Avon and Thomas Coryate from OLdcombe. This
was his, his wife's and a few friends' Grand Game, Theatre in Life.

Today we finally have a multitude of positively established facts
witnessing beyond any doubt to the Earl of Rutland's direct connection
with the Shakespeare oeuvre. For instance, the Belvoir Castle archives
keep a variant of a chant from Twelfth Night written in the Earl of
Rutland's hand, and a unique record of the Castle's steward about
payment of money to Shakespeare. Poet and playwright Ben Jonson, who
was well-acquainted with the Earl and Countess of Rutland, called them
and their close circle "poets of the Belvoir Vale." The scene of some
Shakespeare's plays is laid in the very towns of Northern Italy that
Rutland had earlier visited during his European travels. The exact and
accurate Danish realities appeared in Hamlet only after the Earl's
trip to Denmark. The mysterious "Shake-Speare" ceased his creative
work at the very same time when Roger Manners, the 5th Earl of
Rutland, and his wife passed away in 1612 (in quick succession one
after the other). The First Folio was to be released in 1622, the
10th obit of the Earl and his platonic wife. The Second Folio was
published in 1632, obviously to commemorate their 20th obit.>>
___ The Rape of Lucrece Stanza 135
. Time's office is to fine the hate of foes,
. To eat up err[O|R]s by opinion bred,
. Not spend the dowry of a lawful bed.
. Time's gl[O]ry is to calm contending kings,
. To unmask falsehood and brin[G] *TRUTH to light* ,
. To stamp the *seal of time* in aged things,
. To wak[E] the morn and sentinel the night,
. To wrong the wronger till he [R]ender right,
. To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours,
. And s[M]ear with dust their glittering golden towers ;

Prob. of *O|ROGERM* with skip <50 ~ 1 in 70
Time's office is to fine the hate of foes,
To eat up err- <= 50 =>

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. n [G]{TRUTH}tolightTostampthesealoftimeinagedthingsTowa
. k [E] themo rnandsentinelthenightTowrongthewrongertillh
. e [R] ender rightToruinateproudbuildingswiththyhoursAnd
. s [M] earwi thdusttheirglitteringgoldentowers
. To fill with WORM-holes stately monuments,
. To feed oblivion with decay of things,
. To blot old books and alter their contents,
. To pluck the quills from ancient ravens' wings,
. To dry the old oak's sap and cherish SPRINGS,
. To spoil antiquities of hammer'd steel,
. And turn the giddy round of Fortune's wheel ;
<<The following passage by Mr. Pope stands as a preface
to the various readings at the end of the 8th volume
of his edition of Shakspeare, 1728.>> - Reed.
Preface to Shakespeare By Alexander Pope

"But to the end EVERy reader may judge for himself, we have
annexed a compleat list of the rest; which if he shall think
trivial, or erroneous, either in part, or in whole; at worst it
can spoil but a half sheet of paper, that chances to be left
vacant here. And we purpose for the future, to do the same
with respect to any other persons, who thro' candor or vanity,
shall co[M]municate o[R] publish, th[E] least thin[G]s
tending t[O] the illust[R]ation of {OUR AUTHOR}."
. <= 10 =>
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. s t [R] a t i o n o f
. {O U R A U T H O R}."
____ SONNET 42 *ROGER M* : skip = 38

. Louing offendors thus I will excuse yee,
. Thou doost loue her, because thou knowst I loue her,
. And for my sake euen so doth she abuse me,
. Suff[R]ing my friend for my sake to approoue her,
. If I l[O]ose thee, my losse is (M)y loues gaine,
. And loosin[G] her, my friend hath f(O)und that losse,
. Both find[E] each other, and I loo(S)e both *TWAINE* ,
. And both fo[R] my sake *LAY ON ME THI(S) (CROSSE)* ,
. But here's the ioy, [MY FRIEND AND I ARE *ON(E)*] ,
. Sweete flattery, then she loues but me alone.
_________ <= 38 =>

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. IfIl [O] osetheemylosseis (M) yloues gaineAndlo
. osin [G] hermyfriendhathf (O) undtha tlosseBoth
. find [E] eachotherandIloo (S) ebotht waineAndbo
. thfo [R] mysakeLAYONMETHI (S)(CROSSE)Butheresth

[ROGER M] 38: Prob. of with skip <39 ~ 1 in 21
(MOSSE) 38
. This Shadowe is renowned Shakespea{R}'s?
. Soule o[F] th' [A]ge [T]he [A]pplause? delight?
. The wonder {O}f the Stage.
. Nature her selfe, was proud of his desi{G}nes
. [A]nd joy'd to weare the dressing of his lines,
. [T]h{E} learned will confess his works as such
. [A]s neithe{R MAN, NOR MUSE} can praise to much
. [F]or *EVER* live thy [FAME], the worl[D] to tell,
. Th[Y] like, no ag[E], shall *EVE[R]* paralell
. <= 41 =>
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{ROGER/MANNOR} 41 : Prob. ~ 1 in 2,550
[FATA] 3 : Prob. ~ 1 in 66
[DYER] 9
. Ben Jonson folio dedication:
. These are, as some infamous Baud, or *WHORE*,
. Should praise a Matron. What could hurt her more?
. But thou a[R]t proofe against them, and indeed
. Above th' ill fortune [O]f them, or the need.
. I, therefore will begin. Soule of the {A|G]e !
. The applause ! delight ! the wonder of our Stage !
. {My Sha{k|E]SPEARE}, rise; I will no{T LODGE} thee by
. Chaucer, or [SPENS{E|R], or bid Beaumont lye
. A little further, to make thee a roo[M]e :
. Thou art a Moniment, without a tombe,
________ <= 45 =>
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. lf o r t u n e[O] fthemo rtheneedIth e refor ewillbeginSou
. le o f t h e{A|G] eTheap plausedelig h tthew onderofourSta
. ge {M y S H A{k|E] SPEARE} riseIwillno {T LODGE} theebyChaucer
. or [S P E N S{E|R] orbidB eaumontlyeA l ittle furthertomake
. th e e a r o o[M] eThoua rtaMoniment, w ithou tatombe
[ROGER M] 45 : Prob. ~ 1 in 280
And such wert thou. Looke how the fathers face
Lives in his issue, even so, the race
Of Shakespeares minde, and *MANNERS* brightly shines
In his well toned, and TRUE-filed lines :


Author: It is not so.
*I us'd no Name.* My Books have still been taught
To spare the Persons, and to speak the Vices.
These are meer Slanders, and enforc'd by such
As have no safer ways to Mens Disgraces,
But their own Lies, and loss of Honesty:
Fellows of practis'd and most laxative Tongues,
Whose empty and eager Bellies, i' the Year,
Compel their Brains to many desp'rate Shifts,
(I spare to name 'em; for, their Wretchedness
Fury it self would pardon.) These, or such,
Whether of Malice, or of Ignorance,
Or Itch t' have me their Adversary, (I know not)
Or all these mixt; but sure I am, three Years
They did provoke me with their petulant Styles
On every Stage: And I at last, unwilling,
But weary, I confess, of so [M]uch t[R]oubl[E],
Thou[G]ht I w[O]uld t[R]y if Shame could win upon 'em;
. <= 5 =>
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[ROGER M.] -5 : Prob. near the end ~ 1 in 940
And therefore chose Augustus CÆsar's Times,
When Wit and Arts were at their height in Rome,
To shew that Virgil, Horace, and the rest
Of those great Master-spirits, did not want
Detractors then, or Practisers against them:
And by {T}his Line (although no Paralle{L})
I hop'd at last they would sit d{O}wn, and blush:
But nothing coul{D} I find more contrary.
And thou{G}h the Impudence of Flies be gr{E}at,
. <= 25 =>
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. g c o u l {D} I f i n d m o r e c o n t r a r y.A n
. d t h o u {G} h t h e I m p u d e n c e o f F l i e
. s b e g r {E} a t,
{T.LODGE} 25 : Prob. near the end ~ 1 in 265
Yet this hath so provok'd the angry Wasps,
Or, as you said, of the next Nest, the Hornets,
That they fly buzzing, mad, about my Nostrils,
And like so many screaming Grashoppers
Held by the Wings, fill EVERy Ear with Noise.
And what? those former Calumnies you mention'd,
First, of the Law: Indeed I brought in Ovid
Chid by his angry Father, for neglecting
The Study of their Laws, for Pœtry:
I first got excited about Oxfordian ciphers from reading about 2
amazing near anagrams in Michell's book _Who Wrote Shakespeare_:

. and:

. ENVIOU(s) SLIVER broke
. NIL VE(r)O VERIUS broke
JULY 6, 1604 - Edward de Vere buried
. on St. GodeliEVE's Day
July 6, 1070 - St. GodeliEVE murdered by
. *DROWNING IN A POND* after being strangled into
. unconciousness by her mother-in-law's servants.
. Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604) Act 4, Scene 7
Queen: There is a Willow growes ascaunt the Brooke
. That showes his horry leaves in the glassy streame,
. Therewith FANTASTIQUE gaRLANDs did she make
. Of Crowflowers, Nettles, Daises, and long *PURPLES*
. That liberall Shepheards giue *A GROS(s)ER NAM{E}* ,
. But our cull-c{O}ld maydes doe [D]ead mens fing[E]rs call them.
. There on the pen[D]ant boughes h[E]r *CRONET WEED{E}S*
. Clamb(RING) t{O} hang, an *ENVIO[U](s) SLIVER* brok[E],
. When downe he[R] weedy trophi[E]s and her selfe
. <= 12 =>
. *A G R O S (s) E R N A M {E}*
. B u t o u r c u l l -c {O}
. l d m a y d e s d o e [D]
. e a d m e n s f i n g [E]
. r s c a l l t h e m. T h
. e r e o n t h e p e n [D]
. a n t b o u g h e s h [E]
. r *C R O N E T W E E D {E}
. S* C l a m b (R I N G) t {O}
. h a n g, a n *E N V I O [U]
. (s) S L I V E R* b r o k [E]
. W h e n d o w n e h e [R]
. w e e d y t r o p h i [E]
. s a n d h e r s e l f e
[DE{E.O.}UERE] 12
David Roper Stratford Monument array:
<= 34 =>

I read Michell's hardback book 25 years ago and it
soon after fell apart so I bought a new paperback.

Michell not only sold me on ciphers but also on group theory...

I think Oxford wrote the (self referential) Hamlet 1603
Quarto while others (including Rutland & Lord STRANGE)
improved upon it for the 1604 Quarto.

After Rutland died in 1612
William Stanley honored him in Hamlet's letter:
1623 Folio (Act 4, Scene 7)
Claudius reads Hamlet's letter to Laertes:

'High and mighty, You shall know I am set naked on
your kingdom. To-morrow shall I beg leave to see
your kingly eyes: when I shall, first asking your
pardon thereunto, recount the occasion of my sudden
. Sonnet 111
O For my sake doe you wish fortune chide,
The guiltie goddesse of my harmfull deeds,
That did not better for my life prouide,
Then publick meanes which publick *MANNERS* breeds.
Then{C}e *COMES* it that *MY NAME* receiues {A} brand,
And almost thence my natu{R}e is subdu'd
To what it workes in, l{I}ke th[E DYER]S HAND,
Pitty me then, a{N}d wish *I wERE REnU'DE*,
Whilst like {A} willing pacient I will drinke,
Potions of Eysell gainst my strong infection,
No bitternesse that I will bitter thinke,
Nor double pennance to correct correction.

{CARINA} 27 [Latin for the keel of a ship]
. Sonnet 112
YOur loue and pittie doth th'impression fill,
Which vulgar scandall stampt vpon my brow,
For what care I who calles me well or ill,
So you ore-greene my bad, my good alow?
You are my All the world, and I must str(I)ue,
To know my (S)hames and pr(A)ises from your t[O]unge,
None e[L]se to me, nor [I] to none ali[V]e,
That my st[E]el'd sence o[R] changes ri[G]ht or wrong,
In so profound Abisme I throw all care
Of others voyces, that my Adders sence,
To cryttick and to flatterer stopped are:
Marke how with my neglect I doe dispence.
You are so strongly in my purpose bred,
That all the world besides me thinkes y'are dead.
. <= 10 =>
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(ISA.) 11
[GREVIL.] -10 : Prob. of [GREVIL] in Sonnets ~ 1 in 145
Fulke [GREVIL]le: Recorder of Stratford (1606-1628)

<<Fulke Greville, 1st Baron Brooke, de jure 13th Baron Latimer and 5th Baron Willoughby de Broke KB PC, known before 1621 as Sir Fulke Greville, was an Elizabethan poet, dramatist, and statesman who sat in the House of Commons at various times between 1581 and 1621, when he was raised to the peerage. Greville was a capable administrator who served the English Crown under Elizabeth I and James I as, successively, treasurer of the navy, chancellor of the exchequer, and commissioner of the Treasury, and who for his services was in 1621 made Baron Brooke, peer of the realm. Greville was granted Warwick Castle in 1604, making numerous improvements. Greville is best known today as the biographer of Sir Philip Sidney, and for his sober poetry, which presents dark, thoughtful and distinctly Calvinist views on art, literature, beauty and other philosophical matters.

In 1628 Greville was stabbed at his house in London by Ralph Haywood, a servant who believed that he had been cheated in his master's will. Haywood then turned the knife on himself. Greville's physicians treated his wounds by filling them with pig fat which turned rancid and infected the wounds, and he died in agony four weeks after the attack. His body was brought back to Warwick, and he was buried in the Collegiate Church of St Mary, Warwick, and on his tomb was inscribed the epitaph he had composed:

Folk Grevill
Servant to Queene Elizabeth
Conceller to King James
and Frend to Sir Philip Sidney.
Trophaeum Peccati.>>
___ Loues Labour's lost (Folio, 1623) Actus primus.

________ <= 23 =>

Dumane: My louing Lo[R]d, Dumane is m[O]rtified,
. The [G]ROS(S)ER *MANN[E]R* of these wo[R]lds delights,
. He throwes vpon the grosse worlds baser slaues:
. (T)o loue, (T)o weal(T)h, to pom{P}e, I pin{E} and di{E},
. With a{L}l thes{E} liuin{G} in Philosophie.
. <= 6 =>

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{PEELE,G} 6 {Prob. ~ 1 in 2350, Folio only}
. <= 11 =>

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. d s d e l i g h t (S),

[ROGER] (S) 11 {Prob. ~ 1 in 550, Folio only}
. . Hamlet (Quarto 2, 1604) Act 4, Scene 7
Queen: There is a Willow growes ascaunt the Brooke
. That showes his horry leaues in the glassy streame,
. Therewith FANTASTIQUE gaRLANDs did she make
. Of Crowflowers, Nettles, Daises, and long Purples
. That liberall Shepheards giue a *GROS(S)ER NAME* ,
. But our cull-cold maydes doe dead mens fingers call them.
. There on the pendant boughes her cronet weedes
. Clambring to hang, an *ENVIOU(S) SLIVER* broke,
. When downe her weedy trophies and her selfe
. Fell in the weeping Brooke, her clothes spred wide,
. And Marmaide like awhile they bore her vp,
. Which time she chaunted snatches of old laudes,
. As one incapable of her owne distresse,
. Or like a creature natiue and indewed
. Vnto that elament, but long it could not be
. Till that her garments heauy with theyr drinke,
. Puld the poore wretch from her melodious lay
. To muddy death.
Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. by Washington Irving.


I regretted to find that the ancient furniture of the hall had disappeared;
for I had hoped to meet with the stately elbow-chair of carved oak in which
the country squire of former days was wont to sway the sceptre of empire
over his rural domains, and in which it might be presumed the redoubled
Sir Thomas sat enthroned in awful state when the recreant
[SHAKESPEARE] was brought before him. As I like to deck out pictures for my
own ente{R}tainment, I pleased myself with the idea that this very hall had
been the scene {O}f the unlucky bard’s examination on the morning after his
captivity in the [LOD{G}E]. I fancied to myself the rural potentate surrounded
by his body-guard of butl{E}r, pages, and blue-coated serving-men with their
badges, while the luckless culp{R}it was brought in, forlorn and chopfallen,
in the custody of gamekeepers, hunts{M}en, and whippers-in, and followed by
a (R)abble rout of co(U)ntry clowns. I fa(N)cied bright fac(E)s of curious
hou(S)emaids peeping from the half-opened doors,
. <= 66 =>
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my o wne n t e {R} t ainme n tI pleasedmyse l fwiththe i deathatthisve r yhallhadbee
nt h esc e n e {O} f theun l uc kybardsexam i nationon t hemorningafte r hiscaptivit
yi n the [L O D {G} E] Ifanc i ed tomyselfthe r uralpote n tatesurrounde d byhisbodygu
ar d ofb u t l {E}[R] pages a nd bluecoateds e rvingmen w iththeirbadge s whiletheluc
kl e ssc u l p {R}[I] twasb r ou ghtinforlor n andchopf a lleninthecust o dyofgamekee
pe r shu n t s {M}[E] nandw h ip persinandfo l lowedbya(R)abbleroutofco(U)ntryclownsI
fa(N)cie d b r i g htfac(E)so fcurioushou(S)emaidspe e pingfromtheha l fopeneddoor
[SHAKESPEARE] one of 40 in Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon
{ROGER M.} 66 : Prob. next to a [SHAKESPEARE] ~ 1 in 1,100
(RUNES) 14
[EIRE] -66
[S]hake-sp[E]ares So[N|N}ets. Ne[V|E}r befo[R|E} Imprin{T}ed.
At London By G. Eld for T. T.
and are to be solde by William Aspley. 1609.
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. [E] a r e s S o
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[RVNES] -7: Prob. ~ 1 in 353
(EIRE) -7
*Faerie Queene* dedication to Queen Elizabeth
______ T{O}
_____ MIGHTI{E}
______ an{d}
. (*W-R-I-OTHES(L)EY*) Prob. at top ~ 1 in 600
. {Ed.DYER} (H *I STOW*)
. Prob. ~ 1 in 27,000
(HISTO)rian (*Iohn STOW*) (1525 - 6 April 1605)
Sir {Ed}Ward {DYER} (1543 - May 1607)
_____ CATE, PRE-
______ SENT
_____ TIE OF HE{R}
______ FAM{É}.
{ÉIRE} : Prob. ~ 1 in 1,350

<<Edmund Spenser (1553 - 13 January 1599) served under Arthur Grey, 14th Baron Grey de Wilton with Walter Raleigh at the Siege of Smerwick massacre (October 1580). Spenser stayed on in Ireland {i.e., ÉIRE}, having acquired other official posts & lands in the Munster Plantation. Around 1588 Spenser acquired his main estate at Kilcolman in North Cork. He later bought a second holding to the south on a rock overlooking the river Blackwater near a tree, known locally as "Spenser's Oak;" legend has it that he penned some of The Faerie Queene under this tree. In 1590, Spenser travelled to London to publish the first three books of The Faerie Queene. His next significant publication boldly antagonised Lord Burghley (William Cecil), through its inclusion of the satirical Mother Hubberd's Tale. He returned to {ÉIRE}.>>
Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent.
by Washington Irving.

2 [E.DYER]s skip 4 : Prob. ~ 1 in 500
I had hoped to gather some traditionary anecdotes of the bard
from these ancient chroniclers, but they had nothing new to
impart. The long interval during which Shakespeare's writings
lay in comparative neglect has spread its shadow over his
history, and it is his good or evil lot that scarcely anything
remains to his biographers but a scanty handful of conjectures.

The sexton and his companion had been employed as carpenters on
the preparations for the celebrated Stratford Jubil[E]e, an[D]
the[Y] rem[E]mbe[R]ed Garrick, the prime mover of the fete, who
superintended the arrangements, and who, according to the sexton,
was "a short punch man, VERY lively and bustling." John Ange had
assisted also in cutting down Shakespeare's mulberry tree, of
which he had a morsel in his pocket for sale; no doubt a
sovereign quickener of literary conception.

I was grieved to hear these two worthy wights speak VERY
dubiously of the eloquent dame who shows the Shakespeare house.
John Ange shook his head when I mentioned her valuable and
inexhaustible collection of relics, particularly her remains of
the mulberry tree; and the old sexton even expressed a doubt as
to Shakespeare having been born in her house. I soon discoVERED
that he looked upon her mansion with an evil eye, as a rival to
the poet's tomb, the latter having comparatively but few
visitors. Thus it is that historians differ at the VERY outset,
and mere pebbles make the stream of TRUTH diverge into
different channels even at the fountain-head.

We approached the church through the avenue of limes, and entered
by a Gothic porch, highly ornamented, with carved doors of
massive oak. The interior is spacious, and the architecture and
embellishments superior to those of most country churches. There
are sEVERal ancient monuments of nobility and gentry, over some
of which hang funeral escutcheons and banners dropping piecemeal
from the walls. The tomb of Shakespeare is in the chancel. The
place is solemn and sepulchral. Tall elms wave before the pointed
windows, and the Avon, which runs at a short distance from the
walls, keeps up a low perpetual murmur. A flat stone marks the
spot where the bard is buried. There are four lines inscribed on
it, said to have been written by himself, and which have in them
something extremely awful. If they are indeed his own, they show
that solicitude about the quiet of the grave which seems natural
to fine sensibilities and thoughtful minds:

Good friend, for Jesus' sake, forbeare
To dig the dust inclosed here.
Blessed be he that spares these stones,
And curst be he that moves my bones.

Just over the grave, in a niche of the wall, is a bust of
Shakespeare, put up shortly after his death and considered as a
resemblance. The aspect is pleasant and serene, with a
finely-arched forehead; and I thought I could read in it clear
indications of that cheerful, social disposition by which he was
as much characterized among his contemporaries as by the vastness
of his genius. The inscription mentions his age at the time of
his decease, fifty-three years--an untimely death for the world,
for what fruit might not have been expected from the golden
autumn of such a mind, sheltered as it was from the stormy
vicissitudes of life, and flourishing in the sunshine of popular
and royal favor?

The inscription on the tombstone has not been without its effect.
It has prevented the removal of his remains from the bosom of his
native place to Westminster Abbey, which was at one time
contemplated. A few years since also, as some laborers were
digging to make an adjoining vault, the earth caved in, so as to
leave a vacant space almost like an arch, through which one might
have reached into his grave. No one, howEVER, presumed to meddle
with his remains so awfully guarded by a malediction; and lest
any of the idle or the curious or any collector of relics should
be tempted to commit depredations, the old sexton kept watch over
the place for two days, until the vault was finished and the
aperture closed again. He told me that he had made bold to look
in at the hole, but could see neither coffin nor bones--nothing
but dust. It was something, I thought, to have seen the dust of

Next to this grave are those of his wife, his favorite daughter,
Mrs. Hall, and others of his family. On a tomb close by, also, is
a full-length effigy of his old friend John Combe, of usurious
memory, on whom he is said to have written a ludicrous epitaph.
There are other monuments around, but the mind refuses to dwell
on anything that is not connected with Shakespeare. His idea
pervades the place; the whole pile seems but as his mausoleum.
The feelings, no longer checked and thwarted by doubt, here
indulge in perfect confidence: other traces of him may be false
or dubious, but here is palpable evidence and absolute certainty.
As I trod the sounding pavement there was something intense and
thrilling in the idea that in VERY TRUTH the remains of
Shakespeare were mouldering beneath my feet. It was a long time
before I could prevail upon myself to leave the place; and as I
passed through the churchyard I plucked a branch from one of the
yew trees, the only relic that I have brought from Stratford.

I had now visited the usual objects of a pilgrim's devotion, but
I had a desire to see the old family seat of the Lucys at
Charlecot, and to ramble through the park where Shakespeare, in
company with some of the roisterers of Stratford, committed his
youthful offence of deer-stealing. In this harebrained exploit we
are told that he was taken prisoner and carried to the keeper's
lodge, where he remained all night in doleful captivity. When
brought into the presence of Sir Thomas Lucy his treatment must
have been galling and humiliating; for it so wrought upon his
spirit as to produce a rough pasquinade which was affixed to the
park gate at Charlecot.*

This flagitious attack upon the dignity of the knight so incensed
him that he applied to a lawyer at Warwick to put the sEVERity of
the laws in force against the rhyming deer-stalker. Shakespeare
did not wait to brave the united puissance of a knight of the
shire and a country attorney. He forthwith abandoned the pleasant
banks of the Avon and his paternal trade; wandered away to
London; became a hanger-on to the theatres; then an actor; and
finally wrote for the stage; and thus, through the persecution of
Sir Thomas Lucy, Stratford lost an indifferent wool-comber and
the world gained an immortal poet. He retained, howEVER, for a
long time, a sense of the harsh treatment of the lord of
Charlecot, and revenged himself in his writings, but in the
sportive way of a good-natured mind. Sir Thomas is said to be the
original of Justice Shallow, and the satire is slyly fixed upon
him by the justice's armorial bearings, which, like those of the
knight, had white luces+ in the quarterings.

* The following is the only stanza extant of this lampoon:

A parliament member, a justice of peace,
At home a poor scarecrow, at London an asse,
If lowsie is Lucy, as some volke miscalle it,
Then Lucy is lowsie, whatEVER befall it.
He thinks himself great;
Yet an asse in his state,
We allow by his ears but with asses to mate,
If Lucy is lowsie, as some volke miscalle it,
Then sing lowsie Lucy whatEVER befall it.

+ The luce is a pike or jack, and abounds in the Avon about

Various attempts have been made by his biographers to soften and
explain away this, early transgression of the poet; but I look
upon it as one of those thoughtless exploits natural to his
situation and turn of mind. Shakespeare, when young, had
doubtless all the wildness and irregularity of an ardent,
undisciplined, and undirected genius. The poetic temperament has
naturally something in it of the vagabond. When left to itself it
runs loosely and wildly, and delights in EVERything eccentric and
licentious. It is often a turn up of a die, in the gambling
freaks of fate, whether a natural genius shall turn out a great
rogue or a great poet; and had not Shakespeare's mind fortunately
taken a literary bias, he might have as daringly transcended all
civil as he has all dramatic laws.

I have little doubt that, in early life, when running like an
unbroken colt about the neighborbood of Stratford, he was to be
found in the company of all kinds of odd anomalous characters,
that he associated with all the madcaps of the place, and was one
of those unlucky urchins at mention of whom old men shake their
heads and predict that they will one day come to the gallows. To
him the poaching in Sir Thomas Lucy's park was doubtless like a
foray to a Scottish knight, and struck his eager, and as yet
untamed, imagination as something delightfully adventurous.*

* A proof of Shakespeare's random habits and associates in his
youthful days may be found in a traditionary anecdote, picked up
at Stratford by the elder Ireland, and mentioned in his
"Picturesque Views on the Avon."

About seven miles from Stratford lies the thirsty little
market-town of Bedford, famous for its ale. Two societies of the
village yeomanry used to meet, under the appellation of the
Bedford topers, and to challenge the lovers of good ale of the
neighboring villages to a contest of drinking. Among others, the
people of Stratford were called out to prove the strength of
their heads; and in the number of the champions was Shakespeare,
who, in spite of the proverb that "they who drink beer will think
beer," was as TRUE to his ale as Falstaff to his sack. The
chivalry of Stratford was staggered at the first onset, and
sounded a retreat while they had yet the legs to carry them off
the field. They had scarcely marched a mile when, their legs
failing them, they were forced to lie down under a crab tree,
where they passed the night. It was still standing, and goes by
the name of Shakespeare's tree.

In the morning his companions awaked the bard, and proposed
returning to Bedford, but he declined, saying he had enough,
having drank with

Piping Pebworth, Dancing Marston,
Haunted Hilbro', Hungry Grafton,
Dudging Exhall, Papist Wicksford,
Beggarly Broom, and Drunken Bedford.

"The villages here alluded to," says Ireland, "still bear the
epithets thus given them: the people of Pebworth are still famed
for their skill on the pipe and tabor; Hilborough is now called
Haunted Hilborough; and Grafton is famous for the poverty of its

The old mansion of Charlecot and its surrounding park still
remain in the possession of the Lucy family, and are peculiarly
interesting front being connected with this whimsical but
eventful circumstance in the scanty history of the bard. As the
house stood at little more than three miles' distance from
Stratford, I resolved to pay it a pedestrian visit, that I might
stroll leisurely through some of those scenes from which
Shakespeare must have derived his earliest ideas of rural

The country was yet naked and leafless, but English scenery is
always verdant, and the sudden change in the temperature of the
weather was surprising in its quickening effects upon the
landscape. It was inspiring and animating to witness this first
awakening of spring; to feel its warm breath stealing over the
senses; to see the moist mellow earth beginning to put forth the
green sprout and the tender blade, and the trees and shrubs, in
their reviving tints and bursting buds, giving the promise of
returning foliage and flower. The cold snow-drop, that little
borderer on the skirts of winter, was to be seen with its chaste
white blossoms in the small gardens before the cottages. The
bleating of the new-dropt lambs was faintly heard from the
fields. The sparrow twittered about the thatched eaves and
budding hedges; the robin threw a livelier note into his late
querulous wintry strain; and the lark, springing up from the
reeking bosom of the meadow, towered away into the bright fleecy
cloud, pouring forth torrents of melody. As I watched the little
songster mounting up higher and higher, until his body was a mere
speck on the white bosom of the cloud, while the ear was still
filled with his music, it called to mind Shakespeare's exquisite
little song in Cymbeline:

Hark! hark! the lark at heav'n's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs,
On chaliced flowers that lies.

And winking mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes;
With EVERy thing that pretty bin,
My lady sweet arise!

Indeed, the whole country about here is poetic ground: EVERything
is associated with the idea of Shakespeare. EVERy old cottage
that I saw I fancied into some resort of his boyhood, where he
had acquired his intimate knowledge of rustic life and manners,
and heard those legendary tales and wild superstitions which he
has woven like witchcraft into his dramas. For in his time, we
are told, it was a popular amusement in winter evenings "to sit
round the fire, and tell merry tales of errant knights, queens,
lovers, lords, ladies, giants, dwarfs, thieves, cheaters,
witches, fairies, goblins, and friars."*

* Scot, in his "Discoverie of Witchcraft," enumerates a of these
fireside fanci[E]s: "An[D] the[Y] hav[E] so f[R]aid us with host
bull-beggars, spirits, witches, urchins, elves, hags, fairies,
satyrs, pans, faunes, syrens, kit with the can sticke, tritons,
centaurs, dwarfes, giantes, imps, calcars, conjurors, nymphes,
changelings, incubus, Robin-goodfellow, the spoorne, the mare,
the man in the oke, the hell-waine, the fier drake, the puckle,
Tom Thombe, hobgoblins, Tom Tumbler, boneless, and such other
bugs, that we were afraid of our own shadowes."
I regretted to find that the ancient furniture of the hall had disappeared;
for I had hoped to meet with the stately elbow-chair of carved oak in which
the country squire of former days was wont to sway the sceptre of empire
over his rural domains, and in which it might be presumed the redoubled
Sir Thomas sat enthroned in awful state when the recreant
[SHAKESPEARE] was brought before him. As I like to deck out pictures for my
own ente{R}tainment, I pleased myself with the idea that this very hall had
been the scene {O}f the unlucky bard’s examination on the morning after his
captivity in the [LOD{G}E]. I fancied to myself the rural potentate surrounded
by his body-guard of butl{E}r, pages, and blue-coated serving-men with their
badges, while the luckless culp{R}it was brought in, forlorn and chopfallen,
in the custody of gamekeepers, hunts{M}en, and whippers-in, and followed by
a (R)abble rout of co(U)ntry clowns. I fa(N)cied bright fac(E)s of curious
hou(S)emaids peeping from the half-opened doors,
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Art Neuendorffer
Peter Nockolds
2020-05-04 21:34:18 UTC
May the forth be with you
Arthur Neuendorffer
2020-05-06 01:19:23 UTC

Three Russian doctors fall from hospital windows,
raising questions amid coronavirus pandemic

By Mary Ilyushina, CNN
Updated 12:36 PM ET, Tue May 5, 2020

Moscow (CNN): Three frontline health care workers have mysteriously fallen out of hospital windows in Russia over the past two weeks, heightening public attention to the working conditions for doctors and medical professionals amid the coronavirus pandemic. Two of those health care workers are dead, and one remains hospitalized.

Alexander Shulepov, an ambulance doctor in Voronezh, a city about 320 miles south of Moscow, is in serious condition after falling from a hospital window on Saturday. Local state television, citing regional health officials, said he fell out of second-floor window of the Novousmanskaya hospital, where he worked and was receiving treatment after testing positive for coronavirus. Shulepov was hospitalized for coronavirus on April 22, the same day he and his colleague Alexander Kosyakin posted a video online saying that Shulepov had been forced to continue working after testing positive for coronavirus. Kosyakin had previously criticized hospital administration for protective gear shortages on his social media and was questioned by the police for allegedly spreading fake news.

Kosyakin confirmed these details to CNN in an interview: "[Shulepov] is an intensive care unit, as far as I know in a serious condition, last time I spoke to him was on the 30th of April, we checked in with each other," Kosyakin told CNN. "He felt fine, he was getting ready to get discharged from the hospital ... and all of a sudden this happened, it's not clear why and what for, so many questions that I don't even have the answer to." The regional department of Russia's health ministry told CNN in a statement that Shulepov "is a victim of an accident due to his own lack of caution" and is receiving all necessary medical care.

The Novousmanskaya hospital said in a statement that Shulepov had been taken off a shift as soon as he informed the hospital administration about his positive diagnosis and was offered hospitalization in the infectious diseases ward. Three days later, Shulepov retracted his previous statements, saying that in his video with Kosyakin he was "overwhelmed by emotions." The second video Shulepov recorded featured Igor Potanin, the head doctor of the Novousmanskaya hospital, who said his medical staff has enough protective equipment. "I spoke about this to the department's employees: I won't let anyone go to outpatients or inpatients if we don't have enough means of protection, I told them I'd go myself there, but I will not send anyone," Potanin said.

It is rare for doctors to fall from windows in Russia, but Shulepov was the third health worker to fall out of a window in the country in the past two weeks.

On May 1, Elena Nepomnyashchaya, the acting head doctor of a hospital in the Siberian city of Krasnoyarsk, died after spending a week in intensive care. Local TV station TVK Krasnoyarsk reported at the time that Nepomnyashchaya allegedly fell out of a window during a meeting with regional health officials, during which they discussed turning the clinic into a coronavirus facility. Nepomnyashchaya was reported to have opposed those changes due to the lack of protective gear in the hospital.

On April 24, Natalya Lebedeva, head of the emergency medical service at Star City, the main training base for Russia's cosmonauts, died in a hospital after a fall. The hospital released a statement that "a tragic accident" occurred, without elaborating. The hospital did not respond to CNN's request for comment. Anastasia Vasilyeva, the head of Alliance of Doctors union, told CNN she did not think anyone was deliberately targeting doctors.>>
What a wonderful country!

Art Neuendorffer
Arthur Neuendorffer
2020-05-10 01:53:52 UTC

Why a Liberal Democrat Supports Vladimir Putin
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Nov 27, 2018

By: Alexandra Tara Reade

“ Somewhere between ideas of right and wrong, there is a garden, I will meet you there.” Rumi

Why would a liberal democrat support Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin? Maybe it is because I believe he has saved the world from a large conflict on more than one occasion. Maybe it is because he speaks reasonably, with emotional intelligence at diplomatic meetings. Maybe it is because I worked in the government and came to know the American international agenda. Stay with me, as it is even more than that.

In college, I discovered other people who were open minded and curious about the world like me. I never bought the whole America is fighting for democracy all over the world byline. In fact, after reading authors like Noam Chomsky, my eyes opened to the great extent of our nation’s hypocrisy and imperialism. After college, I worked for the Congress, then the Senate and the California State Senate. I also worked as a political operative for a congressional race and key judge race. All this experience opened my eyes to see America, as it is, not a democracy at all but a corporate autocracy. In other words, corporations run America. So all this background is why I had a wide-open mind unfettered by American anti Russia propaganda to actually appreciate Russia. Now, lets talk about Vladimir Putin.

Through my lens, President Putin brought a chaotic and failed nation to become a vibrant, creative, economic force within a decade. I don’t care what your politics; just admit that his sheer, calculated vision and willful energy brought Russia back to be a world power. Now, I said this to a friend recently, she waved her glass of Merlot at me and began the “anti-Russia” lecture we all have come in America to memorize, a tale of spies, oligarchs, rigged elections and murders. I start to drift. I listen to the Sade song playing in the background “The Sweetest Taboo” as she speaks. When she finishes, I say, “Well, he is very good to women, holds them in high regard.” She starts to protest then stops and says, “yes, yes, but…” She trails off no doubt thinking of the American President’s obvious disdain and objectification of all women. I shrug. Maybe, America is on some wrong side of very big issues and we need to look at our own actions. For example,Yemen or Afghanistan. It used to be fashionable as a Democrat to embrace our Russian sisters and brothers. Now, it is supposed to be only Republican territory. This is ironic since the whole American anti-Russian propaganda came originally from neo-conservative hawks.

There have been many American administration changes; President Putin has tried again and again to keep diplomatic ties strong. I am sure, President Putin has experienced political whiplash with the mercurial American diplomatic meetings. But then he is against an American machine that is more than one politician; it is an American political landmine full of traps, set up before he even came to power. The agenda was clear, concise and evident when I worked in Washington DC, keep the Russians talking but bring their nation down and no world seat for them at the table. Politics has always been a blood sport.

President Putin’s genius is his judo ability to conserve his own energy and let the opponents flail, using up their energy, while he gains position. Currently, President Putin has a higher approval rating in America then the American President, particularly with women. President Putin has an alluring combination of strength with gentleness. His sensuous image projects his love for life, the embodiment of grace while facing adversity. It is evident that he loves his country, his people and his job. Although his job may seem like in the words of writer, Elizabeth Gilbert on genius, “ trying to swallow the sun.” This is a whole lot to deal with for one mere mortal… President Putin’s obvious reverence for women, children and animals, and his ability with sports is intoxicating to American women. Especially since the bloated, American President is so negative, denigrating and dismissive of anyone but himself as he stumbles even playing golf (which is not a real sport anyway but a past time, sorry golfers).

President Putin has taken his nation and his people towards new horizons of developing prosperity with education, science, technology and innovation. While in America, news of more jobs lost, punishing tariffs and ignorant, environmental policies abound. Sanctions mount and scandals alight the media.

We will see if President Putin will even bother to give another thumbs up to the American President at the G 20. Personally, I hope for no thumbs up, since neither the American President nor his wife deserve any positive approval from anyone. Besides, frankly, my dear, President Putin does not need America anymore, and neither does Russia.

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Peter Nockolds
2020-05-04 21:35:45 UTC
May the Fourth be with you!