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RemarkaBULL Podversations are informal, livestreamed conversations that investigate approaches to essential passages from the Shakespearean and Jacobean canon―and beyond.


RemarkaBULL Podversation



Monday, April 5, 2021

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Celebrated stage and screen actor JAY O. SANDERS will join host NATHAN WINKELSTEIN, Red Bull’s Associate Artistic Director, for a conversation focused on one of Shakespeare’s most iconic characters. Appearing in the Henry IVs and The Merry Wives of Windsor–and also eulogized in Henry V, Falstaff is a unique study. Sanders will read Act 2 Scene IV from Henry IV and discuss the rewards and challenges of playing Shakespeare’s most lovable and licentious old knight. They will take your questions through Youtube and Facebook LIVE. 

JAY O. SANDERS's Shakespeare roles have ranged from Titus Andronicus, Marc Antony, and Macbeth, to Toby Belch, Caliban, Petruchio, and Bottom, appearing in more shows at the Delacorte Theater (Shakespeare In The Park) than any other actor to date.  Other acting credits include Girl from the North Country (Broadway - on pause for COVID), Uncle Vanya (2019 Drama Desk Award, Hunter Theater Project), Cyrano (Guthrie), The Michaels, Gabriels, and Apples (written and directed by Richard Nelson, Public Theater, European & World Tours, and COVID-year Zoom trilogy), and Stuff Happens (Public).  Television: “Manhunt: Deadly Games,” “Sneaky Pete,” “The Sinner” (Season II), “True Detective.”  Film: Revolutionary Road, The Day After Tomorrow, JFK, Edge of Darkness, Angels in the Outfield, Glory, Tumbleweeds.  Author: A World in Common, an actor’s diary.  Playwright: Unexplored Interior.  He is also a prolific narrator of documentary films. 
NATHAN WINKELSTEIN is Red Bull Theater's Associate Artistic Director. He has been with Red Bull Theater for three years, serving as Producing Director of The Revelation Reading Series, Education Director of Shakespeare in Schools and the Masterclass offerings. He also serves as a literary and casting associate for Red Bull. Nathan is also the NY Casting Associate for American Shakespeare Center. He has acted or directed for numerous companies around the country and in the UK, including Shakespeare Theatre of New Jersey, Shakespeare Theater Company, W.H.A.T., LCT, The Folger, The Tobacco Factory, American Shakespeare Center and others. Nathan has taught for Red Bull, STC, LCT, WHAT, TGS and Shakespeare Forum; he also provides private acting coaching in NYC. Nathan received his BA in Theater from the University at Buffalo and his MFA in Classical Acting from the prestigious Bristol Old Vic Theatre School in the UK. Nathan is a proud member of Actors Equity.



Act 2: Scene IV


Do thou stand for my father, and examine me upon the

particulars of my life.


Shall I? content: this chair shall be my state,

this dagger my sceptre, and this cushion my crown.

Give me a cup of sack to

make my eyes look red, that it may be thought I have

wept; for I must speak in passion.


Well, here is my leg.


And here is my speech. Stand aside, nobility.

Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy

time, but also how thou art accompanied: for though

the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster

it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the

sooner it wears. That thou art my son, I have

partly thy mother's word, partly my own opinion,

but chiefly a villainous trick of thine eye and a

foolish-hanging of thy nether lip, that doth warrant

me. If then thou be son to me, here lies the point;

why, being son to me, art thou so pointed at? Shall

the blessed sun of heaven prove a micher and eat

blackberries? a question not to be asked. Shall

the sun of England prove a thief and take purses? a

question to be asked. There is a thing, Harry,

which thou hast often heard of and it is known to

many in our land by the name of pitch: this pitch,

as ancient writers do report, doth defile; so doth

the company thou keepest: for, Harry, now I do not

speak to thee in drink but in tears, not in

pleasure but in passion, not in words only, but in

woes also: and yet there is a virtuous man whom I

have often noted in thy company, but I know not his name.


What manner of man, an it like your majesty?


A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent; of a

cheerful look, a pleasing eye and a most noble

carriage; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or,

by'r lady, inclining to three score; and now I

remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man

should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me; for, Harry,

I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may be

known by the fruit, as the fruit by the tree, then,

peremptorily I speak it, there is virtue in that

Falstaff: him keep with, the rest banish. And tell

me now, thou naughty varlet, tell me, where hast

thou been this month?


Dost thou speak like a king? Do thou stand for me,

and I'll play my father.


Depose me? if thou dost it half so gravely, so

majestically, both in word and matter, hang me up by

the heels for a rabbit-sucker or a poulter's hare.


Well, here I am set.


And here I stand: judge, my masters.


Now, Harry, whence come you?


My noble lord, from Eastcheap.


The complaints I hear of thee are grievous.


'Sblood, my lord, they are false: nay, I'll tickle

ye for a young prince, i' faith.


Swearest thou, ungracious boy? henceforth ne'er look

on me. Thou art violently carried away from grace:

there is a devil haunts thee in the likeness of an

old fat man. Why dost thou converse with that 

trunk of humours, that swollen parcel

of dropsies, that huge bombard of sack, that

grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in

years? Wherein is he good, but to taste sack and

drink it? wherein neat and cleanly, but to carve a

capon and eat it? wherein cunning, but in craft?

wherein crafty, but in villany? wherein villanous,

but in all things? wherein worthy, but in nothing?


I would your grace would take me with you: whom

means your grace?


That villanous abominable misleader of youth,



My lord, the man I know.


I know thou dost.


But to say I know more harm in him than in myself,

were to say more than I know. That he is old, the

more the pity, his white hairs do witness it; but

that he is, saving your reverence, a whoremaster,

that I utterly deny. If sack and sugar be a fault,

God help the wicked! if to be old and merry be a

sin, then many an old host that I know is damned: if

to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine

are to be loved. No, my good lord; banish Peto,

banish Bardolph, banish Poins: but for sweet Jack

Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff,

valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant,

being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him

thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's

company: banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.


I do, I will.

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