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Unformatted text preview: Act I Scene I. Life Is A Dream - Dramatis Personae L Basilio . . King of Poland. B Segismund . . his Son. ) S Astolfo . . his Nephew.) A Estrella . . his Niece.) E Clotaldo . . a General in Basilio`s Service. C Rosaura . . a Muscovite Lady. R Fife . . her Attendant. F Chamberlain, Lords in Waiting, Officers, Soldiers, Etc., in Basilio`s Service. S The Scene of the first and third Acts lies on the Polish frontier: of the second Act, in Warsaw. s The Polish Frontier T A pass of rocks, over which a storm is rolling away, and the sun setting: in the foreground, half-way down, a fortress. a Enter first from the topmost rock Rosaura, as from horseback, in man`s attire; and, after her, Fife^1 [Footnote 1: As this version of Calderon`s drama is not for acting, a higher and wider mountain-scene than practicable may be imagined for Rosaura`s descent in the first Act and the soldiers` ascent in the last. The bad watch kept by the sentinels who guarded their state-prisoner, together with much else (not all!) that defies sober sense in this wild drama, I must leave Calderon to answer for; whose audience were not critical of detail and probability, so long as a good story, with strong, rapid, and picturesque action and situation, was set before them.] r Rosaura There, four-footed Fury, blast - engender`d brute, without the wit w Of brute, or mouth to match the bit O Of man - art satisfied at last? O Who, when thunder roll`d aloof, W Tow`rd the spheres of fire your ears T Pricking, and the granite kicking P Into lightning with your hoof, I Among the tempest-shatter`d crags t Shattering your luckless rider S Back into the tempest pass`d? t There then lie to starve and die, T Or find another Phaeton P Mad - mettled as yourself; for I, M Wearied, worried, and for- done, d Alone will down the mountain t ry, A That knits his brows against the sun. t Fife (as to his mule). There, thou mis-begotten thing, Long-ear`d lightning, tail`d tornado, l Griffin-hoof-in hurricano, - G (I might swear till I were almost I Hoarse with roaring Asonante) H Who forsooth because our betters b Would begin to kick and fling - W You forthwith your noble mind Y Must prove, and kick me off behind, M Tow`rd the very centre whither T Gravity was most inclined. G There where you have made your bed T In it lie; for, wet or dry, l Let what will for me betide you, L Burning, blowing, freezing, hailing; f Famine waste you: devil ride you: F Tempest baste you black and blue: - b (To Rosaura.) There! I think in downright railing ( I can hold my own with you. Ros. Ah, my good Fife, whose merry loyal pipe, Come weal, come woe, is never out of tune - i What, you in the same plight too? W Fife. Ay; And madam - sir - hereby desire, A When you your own adventures sing a Another time in lofty rhyme, A You don`t forget the t rusty squire t Who went with you Don-quixoting. W Ros. Well, my good fellow - to leave Pegasus Who scarce can serve us than our horses worse - t They say no one should rob another of T...
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This note was uploaded on 02/20/2009 for the course SPAN 2170 taught by Professor Spofford,m during the Fall '07 term at Cornell University (Engineering School).
- Fall '07