Director, Janelle Hanna
– The tempest in rehearsal –
– Miranda pleas to Prospero –
“If by your art, my dearest father, you have put the wild water in this roar, allay them.”
– Prospero tells his tale –
“Miranda, thy father was the Duke of Milan…”
– Prospero’s flashback –
“Noble Gonzal[a]…furnished me from mine own library.”
– Prospero berates Ariel –
“This damned witch Sycorax did confine thee into a cloven pine…it was mine art…that let thee out!”
– Caliban (right) challenges Prospero –
“This island’s mine, by Sycorax my mother…”
– L-R: Ferdinand, Ariel, and Prospero –
Prospero freezes Ferdinand with a spell.
– L-R: Sebastian, Antonio, King Alonso, Gonzala –
King Alonso weeps for his lost son, Ferdinand.
– Ariel (centre) wakes King Alonso and Gonzala, just as Antonio (left) and Sebastian (right) were about to kill them –
– Caliban –
[Prospero’s] spirits hear me, do hiss me into madness.”
– Trinculo examines Caliban –
“What have we here? A man or a fish? Dead or alive?
– Trinculo (left) and Sebastian rejoice –
“O [we] escaped!”
– L-R: Prospero, Miranda, and Ferdinand –
– Ferdinand –
“I am a prince, Miranda. Hear my soul speak.”
– Miranda and Ferdinand –
“Here is my hand.”
– In rehearsal, Caliban (left) shares his story with Stephano –
“I say by sorcery he got this isle.”
– L-R: Trinculo, Stephano, and Caliban –
“Monster, I will kill this man.”
– L-R: King Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio –
Sebastian: “The next advantage we will take.”
– A mysterious feast –
– Ariel (left) as a harpy –
“You are three men of sin.”
– L-R: Miranda, Prospero, and Ferdinand –
“O Ferdinand, take my daughter…”
– L-R: Juno, Miranda, Ferdinand, Prospero, Iris, and Ceres –
Iris: “Come, nymphs, and celebrate a contract of true love…”
– Prospero (left) and King Alonso –
Prospero: “I have lost a daughter.”
– Prospero’s last words –
“As you from crimes would pardon’d be, let your indulgence set me free.”
– The amazing cast! –
It looks like it was a lot of fun!!! Great Job Everyone!!!
Keep these warm memories the winter through for:
“Summer’s lease hath all too short a date.”
― William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18
Thanks Paul!
Indeed, the 43-degree memories will carry us all well into the winter 🙂