June 19, 2012

A monster reflects

A Caliban speech from The Tempest:

The isle is full of noises, 
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. 
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments 
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices, 
That, if I then had waked after long sleep, 
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, 
The clouds methought would open and show riches 
Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, 
I cried to dream again.

1 Comments:

Blogger Viceroy De Los Osos said...

Sorry I couldn't see the performance. I am sure I would have loved it.

June 20, 2012 at 4:55 PM  

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