The Second and Third Globes
A year after the fire that destroyed the Globe, a second Globe was erected on its site. Similar to the first in structure, but noticeably lacking in thatch (the roof was sensibly tiled), this theatre survived longer than its predecessor, albeit without Shakespeare as one of its in-house playwrights…
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Until 1949, when American actor and director Sam Wanamaker came to England, and made a beeline for the site of the Globe, to see whatever monument there was for this most important of theatres. When he reached the site, however, all he found was a plaque, blackening on the wall of a brewery. He resolved immediately that the Globe deserved better – it deserved a working theatre, a whole international centre dedicated to exploring and celebrating Shakespeare in performance, and he was the man to do it.
From dream to reality
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Through the 1970s and 1980s there followed planning wrangles with the resistant local council, legal wrangles of all kinds, and a massive fund-raising struggle. It has been said that Wanamaker was one of those people who was able to persuade anybody to donate to his project, but the task was immense, nonetheless. Building the theatre as he and his architect Theo Crosby had envisioned it was to be a costly endeavour.
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On the opening night it was left to actress Zoë Wanamaker to fill her father’s place and speak the famous lines from the new oak stage, under the new thatched roof. The lines had been written by Shakespeare four centuries earlier for that same stage, in his prologue to Henry V, and they are his description of the magical transformations that take place at the Globe:
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
The brightest heaven of invention.
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act,
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene.
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
Assume the port of Mars; and at his heels,
Leash’d in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire,
Crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles all,
The flat unraised spirits that hath dared
On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
So great an object. Can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of France? Or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?
O, pardon! Since a crooked figure may
Attest in little place a million;
And let us, ciphers to this great accompt,
On your imaginary forces work…