Holy sh**! Who do I need to sell my soul to to be that skilled and talented. She just pulled off a magic trick on that stage. Actually, who do I need to sell my soul to to see her on all the stages forever. She’s incredible!
4:00 York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown. A crown for York! and, lords, bow low to him: Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on. [Putting a paper crown on his head] Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king! Ay, this is he that took King Henry's chair, And this is he was his adopted heir. But how is it that great Plantagenet Is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath? As I bethink me, you should not be king Till our King Henry had shook hands with death. And will you pale your head in Henry's glory, And rob his temples of the diadem, Now in his life, against your holy oath? O, 'tis a fault too too unpardonable! Off with the crown, and with the crown his head; And, whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead.
Zoë did not come to play. Girl you did that. You brought this character to life.
Her choices are A👏MAZ👏ING👏
Holy sh**! Who do I need to sell my soul to to be that skilled and talented. She just pulled off a magic trick on that stage. Actually, who do I need to sell my soul to to see her on all the stages forever. She’s incredible!
You are amazing Zoe!!
Oh goodness! God Bless her!
Zoe Oliver should have taken 1st place, she connects to the words far greater than the winner Ari Dalbert.
Amazing
Amazing !!!! When she stopped and slowly spoke take time to do his death.... I felt that
Insane Talent!!!!!
🔥🙌🏾🔥🙌🏾🔥🙌🏾
4:00
York cannot speak, unless he wear a crown.
A crown for York! and, lords, bow low to him:
Hold you his hands, whilst I do set it on.
[Putting a paper crown on his head]
Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king!
Ay, this is he that took King Henry's chair,
And this is he was his adopted heir.
But how is it that great Plantagenet
Is crown'd so soon, and broke his solemn oath?
As I bethink me, you should not be king
Till our King Henry had shook hands with death.
And will you pale your head in Henry's glory,
And rob his temples of the diadem,
Now in his life, against your holy oath?
O, 'tis a fault too too unpardonable!
Off with the crown, and with the crown his head;
And, whilst we breathe, take time to do him dead.