tlhIngan-Hol Archive: Sat Jan 23 05:14:24 2010
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Re: More Shakespeare please
- From: Christopher Kidder <[email protected]>
- Subject: Re: More Shakespeare please
- Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2010 07:11:13 -0600
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I believe MacBeth would be fitting in Klingon. The Tempest seems more
problematic to me, as the use of magic drives the play. That seems wholly
un-Klingon.
On Sat, Jan 23, 2010 at 6:23 AM, Fiat Knox <[email protected]> wrote:
> Ne'er mind Hamlet. Has anybody translated anything from Macbeth?
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> "Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
> Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
> Til the last syllable of recorded time.
> And all our yesterdays light fools the way to dusty death.
> Out, out, brief candle, life is but a walking shadow,
> A poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage
> Then is heard no more.
> It is a tale told by an idiot,
> Full of sound and fury,
> Signifying nothing."
> - Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
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> Or indeed Prospero's lines from The Tempest:-
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> "Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
> As I foretold you, were all spirits and
> Are melted into air, into thin air:
> And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
> The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
> The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
> Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
> And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
> Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
> As dreams are made on, and our little life
> Is rounded with a sleep."
> - The Tempest, Act 4, Scene 1
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Christopher O. Kidder
Artistic Director, Commedia Beauregard
www.cbtheatre.org
www.christopherokidder.com