NEW DANCE THEATRE
  • Welcome to New Dance Theatre
  • DEVISED THEATRE IN RESPONSE TO QUARANTINE
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    • JULY 2017: ASYLUM
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If good, why do I yield to that suggestion
Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
Against the use of nature? Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings:
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Shakes so my single state of man that function
Is smother'd in surmise, and nothing is
But what is not.

Photos by Matt Scott Shots

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  • Welcome to New Dance Theatre
  • DEVISED THEATRE IN RESPONSE TO QUARANTINE
    • I AM
    • We are
    • The Virtual Proscenium
    • The Nelken Line
    • CURSED CLOCK
  • About Us
  • Past Productions
    • JULY 2017: ASYLUM
    • Stricken
    • A Date for the Evening
  • Virtual Classes
  • PRESS
  • Contact