Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange. Ariel
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in't! Miranda
A magical island with spirits both airy and earthy; an ousted Duke turned magician and his isolated, innocent daughter; a usurping brother; a guilty king and his guiltless son; an honest counselor, a jester and a drunkard; harassed sailors, storm and shipwreck. The Tempest, one of Shakespeare's last plays, is a lyrical and moving tale of sea-changes, revenge and redemption, bondage and freedom, and the wonder of young love.
LOCATION & LOGISTICS: Just for this time, we're switching to a SUNDAY afternoon. We'll meet at the Northeast Branch of Seattle Public Library at 6801 35th Ave NE, in the meeting room. (This event is not sponsored by the Seattle Public Library.) See here for directions http://www.spl.org/locations/northeast-branch/net-getting-to-the-branch (http://www.spl.org/locations/university-branch/uni-getting-to-the-branch) There's free parking behind the library in the lot or on NE 68th St. Metro bus routes #65 and #71 go there on Sunday.
We can bring food into the meeting room as long as we clean up afterwards. This is one of the shorter plays, but allowing for distributing parts, taking an intermission and optional discussion at the end it will still take several hours. Note: on Sunday the library is only open from 1 - 5, so we can't get in early.
Bring a copy of the text if you have one, but if you don't, don't worry - we can share. It's not necessary to read the play before hand, but it's helpful to be familiar with the plot.
....I have be-dimm'd
The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault
Set roaring war....
....But this rough magic
I here abjure; and, when I have requir'd
Some heavenly music — which even now I do, —
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And, deeper than did ever plummet sound,
I'll drown my book. Prospero
I'll try to post a Synopsis of The Tempest soon.
I didn't want to delay posting just because I don't have the synopsis written yet - you could easily Google one if you can't wait!
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