@@stevengreen9536 Who cares? All the same. Four or five deaths, a couple marks robbed silly, one jealous lover or two getting a new face... every night at the tavern is the same boredom.
Imagine an unnecessarily dirty, dark, grey setpiece where everyone is covered in shit and wears drab tunics and/or biker leather while speaking in English accents.
I think those were all Fiore plays. I saw the sitting man vs. dagger play you did with the handkerchief instead of a dagger baton or cloak. Then the first play of the dagger section. Then the dagger vs. sword play. Then the sword in scabbard play. Excellent. I hadnt yet realized that Fiore's Flower of Battle prepared you for a medieval bar brawl.
In ancient times yes.Taverns were where travelers and local townsfolk came together for food,drink,and to unwind after a long day's work.Back then local citizens would often be armed to protect themselves mainly from bandits who prowled the roads or sometimes attacked villages and small cities.Add alcohol to the mix and brawls both armed and unarmed were pretty common.
I still have a few vermouth barrels and big wickerwork bottles like in this video that Italian soldiers brought in my village during ww 2 and we used them until recently
Lyrics: In taberna quando sumus non curamus quit sit humus, sed ad ludum properamus, cui semper insudamus. Quid agatur in taberna, ubi nummus est pincerna, hoc est opus ut queratur, si quid loquar, audiatur. Quidam ludunt, quidam bibunt, quidam indiscrete vivunt. Sed in ludo qui morantur, ex his quidam denudantur quidam ibi vestiuntur, quidam saccis induuntur. Ibi nullus timet mortem sed pro Baccho mittunt sortem. Primo pro nummata vini, ex hac bibunt libertini; semel bibunt pro captivis, post hec bibunt pro captivis, quater pro Christianis cunctis, quinquies pro fidelibus defunctis, sexies pro sororibus vanis, septies pro militibus silvanis.
When we are in the tavern, we do not care about what earth is (i.e. what we are made of), we set about gambling and over that we always sweat. We must investigate what happens in the tavern where money is the butler; pay attention to what I say. Some gamble, some drink, some live without discretion. From those who spend their time in gambling, some are stripped bare, some win clothes, some are dressed in sacks; there no-one fears death, but for the wine they throw dice. First, for the payment of the wine (i.e. who pays for the wine). Then the boozers start to drink; they drink once to those in prison, after that, three times for the living, four times for all Christendom, five times for the faithful departed, six times for sisters of loose virtue, seven times for soldiers of the forest, eight times for brothers in error, nine times for scattered monks, ten times for those who sail, eleven times for men quarrelling, twelve times for those doing penance, thirteen times for those on journeys. For pope and king alike all drink without restraint. The mistress drinks, so does the master, the soldier drinks, so does the cleric, that man drinks, that woman drinks, the servant drinks with the maid, the fast man drinks, so does the slow, the white man drinks, so does the black, the stay-at-home drinks, so does the wanderer, the fool drinks, so does the scholar. The poor drink, and the sick, the exile and the unknown, the boy, the greybeard, the bishop, the deacon, sister, brother, old woman, mother, that woman, this man, they drink by the hundred, by the thousand. Large sums of money last too short a time when everybody drinks without moderation and limit, even though they drink with a happy heart; in this everyone sponges on us and it will make us poor. Damnation to those who sponge on us! Put not their names in the book of Just.
I love how the band kept on playing completely unphased while some guests were stabbing each other to death. Oh well, the show must go on I guess.
wwwggxcom Just another day at work
Way back when.Yeah I think the band would keep playing even if a fight broke out.They don't get paid if they stop.😛
Normal thuesday night
@@notfeedynotlazy Tuesday or Thursday?
@@stevengreen9536 Who cares? All the same. Four or five deaths, a couple marks robbed silly, one jealous lover or two getting a new face... every night at the tavern is the same boredom.
Gotta say they are the cleanest looking ruffian I’ve ever seen. Great little video
Great sword work! Always wonderful to see these plays put into their proper historical setting.
And sometimes silly people say that Capoeira is the only martial art done to music. Really nice video!
Imagine this in a Hollywood film. I know neither can I imagine this kind of quality their.
Imagine an unnecessarily dirty, dark, grey setpiece where everyone is covered in shit and wears drab tunics and/or biker leather while speaking in English accents.
@@BigPuddin true
@@BigPuddin
Do not forget the teeth.
Everyone has cavities.
I think those were all Fiore plays. I saw the sitting man vs. dagger play you did with the handkerchief instead of a dagger baton or cloak. Then the first play of the dagger section. Then the dagger vs. sword play. Then the sword in scabbard play. Excellent. I hadnt yet realized that Fiore's Flower of Battle prepared you for a medieval bar brawl.
All of Fiore is "bar brawl done right".
This is not said derisively.
أين هذا البلد الجميل واين هذا الثقافة الجميلة
i love so much this song! and the little movie is great too.
And what you already know, you have excellent videos and skills, thanks for sharing that with us wish you all the best
My favorite song
clothes are amazing! The best I've seen so far. How do you do them? A tutorial video would be great!
Как же у вас всё это здорово выходит!
Instantly recoils inhorror at the sight of so much accuracy in the costumes and what is OBVIOUSLY a MODERN musical instrument? ....grrooaaan!!!
Which of those instruments wouldn't exist in the middle ages? Tamburine, Drum, Flutes, Lute, all been around for thousants of years.
Notice that the band didn't stop to play. They must be used to triple killings in the tavern. ;)
"Slow night"
You don't kill the bard.
In ancient times yes.Taverns were where travelers and local townsfolk came together for food,drink,and to unwind after a long day's work.Back then local citizens would often be armed to protect themselves mainly from bandits who prowled the roads or sometimes attacked villages and small cities.Add alcohol to the mix and brawls both armed and unarmed were pretty common.
Aaaaah finally with sound :D And then this brilliant song too.
You once again did a grat job Nova Aetas :) !
Also: Great fencing Mr Mariotti ;)
thnaks a lot, as soon as possible we continue with new videos and i hope you likes :D
Raniero Mariotti I am so happy to have seen this I hope life is well
Talk about the band making a killing. Not since a certain 'red wedding' has a band had such a impactful performance. Bravo
That was awesome.
TY
пісня з чудовим мотивом
Grandiosi! Veramente bello, complimenti!
grazie :)
I still have a few vermouth barrels and big wickerwork bottles like in this video that Italian soldiers brought in my village during ww 2 and we used them until recently
Very nice. Well done
thanks
combattenti e musicisti: la perfezione!
grazie :)
Great work!
Sick beat, give us a full version so we can play it at the club.
It exists.Look up any number of versions of In Taberna Quando Sumus
Ironically, the song's title means "When we in da club!"
I love the band in this. Fuck the swords these bards need their own channel and praise
Magnum Spectaculum!
Qui Deo bendigum amen
Grande Raniero
Hola,
El idioma es latín antiguo ?
Saluti desde l'Spagna.
Времена и нравы .
Вот за этим я и смотрю такие видео!
Is this 15.th century?
Trebuchet engineer yes
Аудиоверсию в студию
Do you know the Company of Saint George? Will i see you on an event in Europe as comrades? Hope so.
yes, I know her very well known, but for now we never met, I have Italian friends who are part of, we hope to meet sooner or later!
i love it how they dont say anything, and just do cocky body language. u know shit is going down.
Интересно на "Битву наций" эти ребята ездили?
Бывает.
Gangsta
Отличная постановка!
when you got to stab someone stab don't talk...
nice tavern music
DEUS VULT
Textbook
Lyrics:
In taberna quando sumus
non curamus quit sit humus,
sed ad ludum properamus,
cui semper insudamus.
Quid agatur in taberna,
ubi nummus est pincerna,
hoc est opus ut queratur,
si quid loquar, audiatur.
Quidam ludunt, quidam bibunt,
quidam indiscrete vivunt.
Sed in ludo qui morantur,
ex his quidam denudantur
quidam ibi vestiuntur,
quidam saccis induuntur.
Ibi nullus timet mortem
sed pro Baccho mittunt sortem.
Primo pro nummata vini,
ex hac bibunt libertini;
semel bibunt pro captivis,
post hec bibunt pro captivis,
quater pro Christianis cunctis,
quinquies pro fidelibus defunctis,
sexies pro sororibus vanis,
septies pro militibus silvanis.
Vincent morris give us an English translation please.
@@billkaroumbalis2310 give me a few hours to sort that out, the 3rd stanza is also not in this version apologies for that
Vincent morris take your time it’s worth it.
When we are in the tavern, we do not care about what earth is (i.e. what we are made of), we set about gambling and over that we always sweat. We must investigate what happens in the tavern where money is the butler; pay attention to what I say.
Some gamble, some drink, some live without discretion. From those who spend their time in gambling, some are stripped bare, some win clothes, some are dressed in sacks; there no-one fears death, but for the wine they throw dice.
First, for the payment of the wine (i.e. who pays for the wine). Then the boozers start to drink; they drink once to those in prison, after that, three times for the living, four times for all Christendom, five times for the faithful departed, six times for sisters of loose virtue, seven times for soldiers of the forest, eight times for brothers in error, nine times for scattered monks, ten times for those who sail, eleven times for men quarrelling, twelve times for those doing penance, thirteen times for those on journeys.
For pope and king alike all drink without restraint.
The mistress drinks, so does the master, the soldier drinks, so does the cleric, that man drinks, that woman drinks, the servant drinks with the maid, the fast man drinks, so does the slow, the white man drinks, so does the black, the stay-at-home drinks, so does the wanderer, the fool drinks, so does the scholar.
The poor drink, and the sick, the exile and the unknown, the boy, the greybeard, the bishop, the deacon, sister, brother, old woman, mother, that woman, this man, they drink by the hundred, by the thousand.
Large sums of money last too short a time when everybody drinks without moderation and limit, even though they drink with a happy heart; in this everyone sponges on us and it will make us poor.
Damnation to those who sponge on us! Put not their names in the book of Just.
Something along those lines I believe
Should have played Gwent instead.
Что за корявое айкидо?