“Be not afeard. 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.”
We are a couple of hours from the Mediterrenean here, so this is no island paradise; but Caliban’s friendly welcome to Ferdinand in Shakespeare’s Tempest flooded into my mind as I set off on my walk at 7.30 this morning.
The birds had been up betimes–taking over from the cicadas we heard last night.
Cicadas in April..?, we asked ourselves.
The golden oriole scolded me for being late, but the rest were happy talking among themselves, sounding like:
“a thousand twangling instruments–hum{ing} about mine ears!”.
Things get going early here–a few neighbours had dropped by already.
Early callers!
They seemed a little nervous when I appeared and moved on to a quieter part of the meadow.
The pheasant hopped into the undergrowth when he spotted me–his squawk sounding like an steam train on its last journey to the breakers’ yard.
I played Ferdinand in 1965 at Salisbury Repertory Theatre–my first professional Shakespeare.
I’d been Prospero too, the exiled Duke of Milan, in a school production a few years earlier and seen John Gielgud play it at the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane. The play is an old friend.
Ferdinand is hardly one of the great parts in the repertoire–his main job being to look convincingly awed throughout. Awed by the island, awed by Prospero’s daughter, Miranda–well and truly AWED!
As I descended into the little valley, surrounded by these magical sounds, I felt a touch of Ferdinand’s awe rising unashamedly in me!
Ah so, I guess I’ve been playing variations of Ferdinand nearly my whole life…(being ‘awed’ never gets old)
awesome…
Hello Meredith & Robin
What a lovely way to be wake up of a morning.
Do you not find that shakespare has some comment about
most aspects of live.
I first saw the Tempest at Manchester Exchange Theatre many years ago,it was my first visit to a live production & I was hooked and have never looked back.I still love to go and watch at every opportunity as does my son.
I agree, Elaine.
If you ever get the chance to see a ‘one man show’ presented by my friend Michael Pennington called “Sweet William”–do go, it is a joy.
Robin – Thank you I will keep an eye out for “Sweet William” and go to see it.
Elaine
Hello Robin ,
Would love to see your performance if the tempest is on video or dvd?
My favorite poem of Shakespeare is the Phoenix and the turtle.
I have at home a very heavy book with the complete works of Shakespeare in very small print, his texts where so modern for that time he had a very special view on things in life what gave him his success, I think.
A other favorite writer of me is Roald Dahl a very bright person with (ofcourse) unexpected outcomes.
Here in Belgium-Antwerp the sun is shinning for the moment I hope it get’s warm.
Wishing you a very nice day, full of sunshine, à bientôt!
Chantal x.
Raining “cats and dogs” here!