Due of Birth

I stand in for Richmond in the final death scene.

Last night was the last rehearsal (aside from Monday night's SMART performance, which is technically the final dress). We had a fine rehearsal despite several epic challenges earlier in the day and into the rehearsal itself. God is always good.

One exciting moment came when Philip Eoute (Richmond) got the call that his wife was headed to the hospital for the birth of their second child. Protesting that they still hadn't decided on a name (may we suggest several Shakespearean possibilities—Eglamour Eoute? Arviragus Eoute? Dogberry Eoute?), he had to be dragged from the battlement and put into a car to head home. The video above was taken backstage just before he was sent packing.

That left me to wrap up the play book-in-hand. Not quite the heroic conqueror I'd imagined. . . .

Update: No baby as of this posting. This little Eoute  must possess a real sense of the dramatic entrance.

Ready or not, here we go! (We're ready.)