Friday, December 30, 2011
TWELFTH NIGHT - WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
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If music be the food of love, play on!” the nobleman tells his court musicians. “Give me
excess of it, so that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and die!”
Duke Orsino closes his eyes, letting the piquant tones of the lute pluck at his heart-strings, the
wind instruments’ lilting melodies lift hisspirits —briefly—and the deep, bowed stirrings of the
bass viol, the viola di gamba, bring resonance to hissoul .
“That strain again!—it had a dying fall—oh, it came o’er my ear like thesweet sound that
breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving scent!”
Attended by several of his realm’s lords, the heartsick duke, handsome andhealthy at thirty,
languishes in a sunny room of his palace, high at the rocky point of a peninsula on Illyria’s
western shore, across the sea from mid-16th
century Italy............
Duke Orsino closes his eyes, letting the piquant tones of the lute pluck at his heart-strings, the
wind instruments’ lilting melodies lift his
bass viol, the viola di gamba, bring resonance to his
“That strain again!—it had a dying fall—oh, it came o’er my ear like the
breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving scent!”
Attended by several of his realm’s lords, the heartsick duke, handsome and
languishes in a sunny room of his palace, high at the rocky point of a peninsula on Illyria’s
western shore, across the sea from mid-16th
century Italy............
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Tuesday, December 27, 2011
