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Twelfth Night: Shakespeare Retold

Twelfth Night: Shakespeare Retold in Bloomington, MN

Current price: $12.99
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Twelfth Night: Shakespeare Retold

Twelfth Night: Shakespeare Retold in Bloomington, MN

Current price: $12.99
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TWELFTH NIGHT: SHAKESPEARE RETOLD
Shakespeare's 400-year-old language can be tough to understand...but, with
Shakespeare Retold
, it's easy!
Written line-by-line in the same iambic pentameter versification of the originals, it offers a contemporary interpretation of the Bard's lines in the same form and pacing.
Quickly understand each character, each plot twist, each convoluted phrase, each befuddling reference. Never get stuck on Shakespeare's language again! A perfect guide for actors, students and the inquisitive,
breathes new life into the most intoxicating, beguiling and often frustrating words in the English language.
If music be the food of love, play on;
If music is the fuel of love, play on!
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
Play tunes aplenty till I've heard too much,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
And then these pangs will pale and fade away.
That strain again! it had a dying fall.
Play that refrain again; I found it haunting.
TWELFTH NIGHT: SHAKESPEARE RETOLD
Shakespeare's 400-year-old language can be tough to understand...but, with
Shakespeare Retold
, it's easy!
Written line-by-line in the same iambic pentameter versification of the originals, it offers a contemporary interpretation of the Bard's lines in the same form and pacing.
Quickly understand each character, each plot twist, each convoluted phrase, each befuddling reference. Never get stuck on Shakespeare's language again! A perfect guide for actors, students and the inquisitive,
breathes new life into the most intoxicating, beguiling and often frustrating words in the English language.
If music be the food of love, play on;
If music is the fuel of love, play on!
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
Play tunes aplenty till I've heard too much,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
And then these pangs will pale and fade away.
That strain again! it had a dying fall.
Play that refrain again; I found it haunting.
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