Your Affections Would become Tender

Ariel. 

        Your charm so strongly works 'em
        That if you now beheld them, your affections
        Would become tender.
Prospero. 

        Dost thou think so, spirit?
Ariel. 

        Mine would, sir, were I human.

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This has become one of my most favorite passages from The Tempest.  One of the raising question in The Tempest could arguably be what dose it mean to be human?  Up to this point Prospero has been leading the islanders along in his plan.  They are being punished for their evil deeds and wrongs by rough magic.  It is here that Ariel comes in and reports to Prospero of the cast away's situation...your affections \Would become tender.  This is one of the greatest moments for this movie, for it is here that we see Prospero change in the same way that he is striving to change others.  He embraces nobility and virtue, he chooses to forgive instead instead of inflicting the full measure of justice. 

This is the great turning point of the play.  I love Prospero's character here, there is no rage nor anger only humbled enlightenment from a spirit he loves.  It adds a great deal of power and catharsis. In the words and the way they are said we get to see Prospero completely change, he becomes the great ruler, one in no need of magic, one who has power over action, and rules by virtue.

Brave New World

You never know what your missing until you loose it and you never never know what your missing out on until you are told.

Let me introduce Arthur to you, Arthur is one of my good friends, we live in the same ward and he and his family are from Japan. We spent an hour or so last night talking about my ENG232 project.  As we talked about Much Ado and reporting, The Tempest and much more, i shared my blog with him.  Hence, Arthur's Comments "To Cherish" have really got me thinking.


Miranda is a truly innocent girl she has grown up on the island and known nothing more.  Her father tells her so, [thou] Art ignorant of what thou art: naught knowing Of whence I am, nor that I am more better Than Prosper, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father.  For example when she sees the prince of Naples for the first time, her first man save her father ever seen, she states, What is't? A spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form.  But 'tis a spirit. I might call him A thing divine, for nothing natural I ever saw so noble.


She is captivated by this new world, a world she knew nothing of, it nether haunted her nor did she dream of it.  But now she is captivated by it and can't live with out it.  I'll be his surety.  My affections Are then most humble: I have no ambition To see a goodlier man. 

Now that a map has been seen and there is a unexplored world to be had her island will not do any longer.
O wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here!  How beauteous mankind is!  O brave new world, That has such people in't.  


This is why there must be opposition in all things.  If not so, happiness nor righteousness could not be brought to pass, neither wickedness, neither holiness nor misery, neither good nor bad.  She lived on an island with little knowing no man nor relation save her father and a monster.  She knew no good nor evil, no world other than her own.  Now see the world it truth, it's grand measure, she will be happy on the island no long.

Like wise our world changes as we gain light and knowledge.  We either realize a better way one that will allow us to increase in happiness or that we are right were we belong and we receive justification for our previous actions.

We are such stuff As dreams are made on: and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
In as much as we fail to comprehend it all we are asleep not knowing the beginning from the end and therefore failing to understand our actions and world in which we live.

Like Rain

Fair encounter

Of two most rare affections!  Heavens rain grace

On that which breeds between'em.

There is no word nor pen that captivate nor hav power to convey my feelings and thoughts of this play!  It was a master piece, it is a master piece.  The plot, characters, themes carried me away with such power as if it could be said against my will.  Stranded on a distant island i feel in love, cast spells and bleed to never wake up from this dream!  And when it was over i plead to sleep to dream!  

Prospero was one of the characters that enchanted me! His words were often short simple and yet transcendent.  Consider this line the previously quoted line...here his daughter has met her mate.  Just, honest, beautiful unexpected meeting, joining of fates. Unusual, sacred, not common gentle feeling of admiration, love and kindness.  Heavens--eternal, sealing, powerful, holly, pour, give life, strength and enabling power on that bond, love, marriage, and passion that grows between them. 

He Man women Haters Club

Love's Labor's Lost

That's it i have proof!!  All the time men hear how we are the stumbling block in the commandment to go forth and multiply and replenish the earth--OK, i really mean asking girls out on dates, but still, we get the wrath and accusations of being inactive, lazy, hanging out munching bumbs.  So what do we do, we go forth and ask girls on dates, fall in love, and get married.

...Suuuuuuurrrrrrrrrreeee...

What really happens the men go out and try it, and we end up the pupet of a girl, a pone in here sadistic plot.  We end up cross legged, stary eyed and on the floor.  We get are intellects mocked, our hearts broken, and the butt of a joke, it's all our fault....

We've been told to get out and date, because it's such a wonderful experience!

And one wonders why there is a battle of the sexes.

And for all those who need proof here it is...Shakespeare catured it perfectly..this is why men's love's labors are lost, speak Rosaline:

They are worse fools to purchase mocking so.
That same Biron[add men in general here] I'll torture ere I go:
O that I knew he were but in by the week!
How I would make him fawn and beg and seek
And wait the season and observe the times
And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes
And shape his service wholly to my hests
And make him proud to make me proud that jests!
So perttaunt-like would I o'ersway his state
That he should be my fool and I his fate.

...Our fate, Her Fool...

Cupid's Army

Love's Labor's Lost

 Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces,

Sole imperator and great general

Of trotting paritors--O my little heart!

And I to be a corporal of his field

And wear his colors like a tumbler's hoop!

O, rhymes are guards on wanton Cupid's hose.

By earth, she is not, corporal.  There you lie.

This is a very interest Conceit that Shakespeare continues to uses, because of the use of love associated with Cupid and his dreadful power love takes on a whole new meaning.

Love is now not just a feel that wells up inside one, but something that is inflicted by a king, a prince, a great general, a dreadfully powerful God--Cupid.  He is commander of a great army and by force consumes ones oaths, ransacks ones home, and take one captive into his army, to serve him and him alone.  

One follows His Orders.

One interesting thing about this use of love is that it removes choice.  It suggest that one does not have a choice as to when love will come in and rule ones life.  It leans toward unbridled passion, it comes in and cannot be controlled. It also gives light to the battle of the sexes going on this play, for it is the men that are the voices of Cupids power, as if it is man's plight to be overcome with passion and lust.   

Cupid has a Gun! And me a Sword!

Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard for Hercules' club, and therefore too much odds for a Spaniard's rapier.  Adieu, valor; rust, rapier; be still drum, for your manager is in love.

O how we wage war with cupid and most often lose! Give up school, dry off the ski, put away the swimsuit, your new manager is LOVE! And to him alone wilt thou serve!