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10-Dec-2017 22:22

Near to her close and consecrated bower, While she was in her dull and sleeping hour, A crew of patches, rude mechanicals, That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, Were met together to rehearse a play Intended for great Theseus’ nuptial-day.

The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort, Who Pyramus presented, in their sport Forsook his scene and enter’d in a brake When I did him at this advantage take, An ass’s nole I fixed on his head: Anon his Thisbe must be answered, And forth my mimic comes.

When they him spy, As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, Rising and cawing at the gun’s report, Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky, So, at his sight, away his fellows fly; And, at our stamp, here o’er and o’er one falls; He murder cries and help from Athens calls.

Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears thus strong, Made senseless things begin to do them wrong; For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch; Some sleeves, some hats, from yielders all things catch.

PLAYWRIGHT: Brittany Alyse Willis CONTEXT: From the play .

I tried to drag you back but my fingers passed through and I knew I should find help but I didn’t want to leave you to jump alone.

Now it is the time of night That the graves all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate’s team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic: not a mouse Shall disturb this hallow’d house: I am sent with broom before, To sweep the dust behind the door Dramaturg Notes: The character Puck in Midsummer Night’s Dream serves many purposes.

PROLOGUE – Henry V by William Shakespeare (Act I, Scene I) O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention, A kingdom for a stage, princes to act And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!

Puck (Act V, Scene 2) Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone.

Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud.

i’m not saying that this one is perfect not by any means but we have worked and worked and worked to give you and your sister and your friends this chance to build something from the ground up and it absolutely breaks my heart to see you squander it like this. no, at this exact moment I do not know where one of my daughters is in the grander sense and I also do not happen to know where either my husband or my second daughter are in the smaller-scale sense but that doesn’t mean house, do you know where anybody in this family is right now? And maybe that ruined the painting or maybe she simply created an original and a copy. Our lovers are copies of the first, our clothes copies of a pattern, our work a copy of the one who taught us whether it was a mentor or the ever-present weight of life, and maybe this is wrong or maybe it’s okay And this is an original song. CONTEXT: From the play , by Charles Mee and Brittany Alyse Willis, adapted by Tashina Richardson. As we navigate the world together, we constantly have to juggle and struggle with how we identify ourselves versus how others identify us. If it be so, as ’tis, Poor lady, she were better love a dream.

Context: Jitterbug and their husband George have just caught their daughter, Ari, using simulated heroin in a virtual reality chamber called The Earth Room. In ID, identity, privilege, and more are explored at a dive bar through music, drinks, lively discussion and, hell why not, dancing. She made good view of me; indeed, so much That, as methought, her eyes had lost her tongue, For she did speak in starts distractedly. Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.For non-binary actors, this speech could be taken in a variety of ways, as Viola consistently refers to themselves as a “man” and as a “woman”.