Shipwrecks, Mistaken Identity, and Unruly Love in Shakespeare’s TWELFTH NIGHT
Enjoyed the 2.5 hour We Players of SF’s comic performance on the Hyde St. pier; the actual pier and on a couple of the ships moored there. As part of the audience walking with guidance along with the cast from location to location, it felt like actually being a participant in the play, without having to learn any Shakespeare lines. Oh my, they delivered the lines, sang and played with heart. Worth the bay’s wind and chill for the Immortal Bard done well, live and on-location (jacket and hat are a good idea). Thanks to Clara for inviting us to the dress rehearsal, and for her wonderful performance as Olivia. More info at: http://www.weplayers.org/events/12th-night-or-what-you-will-on-hyde-street-pier
Dialog flows quickly. Many moving passages in this play including this one:
“If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken and so die.
That strain again, it had a dying fall.
O, it came o’er my ear like the sweet sound
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing and giving odour. Enough, no more,
’Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, naught enters there,
Of what validity and pitch so e’er,
But falls into abatement and low price
Even in a minute! So full of shapes is fancy
That it alone is high fantastical.”