(Review) The Tempest (No Fear Shakespeare) by William Shakespeare

Publication Date: 2003, originally written in 1610-11
Publisher: Spark Publishing
Genre: Shakespeare play
Pages: 224
Source: Self-purchase
Rating: 3 stars for good


For more information:
The entire play online @ Shakespeare.
Folger Library

I am slowly making my way through all of William Shakespeare's plays. By far, Macbeth is my favorite. I also love Hamlet and Julius Caesar. In addition, I have read Romeo and Juliet and Othello. I've also read the comedy Love's Labour's Lost.

Prospero was the duke of Milan. He is the father of Miranda. Prospero's brother betrayed him, and Prospero and Miranda left the country. They traveled by boat to an island. Prospero uses magic arts. Prospero has a spirit who serves him. The spirit's name is Ariel. Miranda falls in love with Ferdinand, who is the son of the king of Naples. They are both naive and impetuous.

My Thoughts:
It helps to have a modern translation alongside the original words. However, the original words hold the beauty to Shakespeare's language and play. I do not recommend reading only the modern adaption and ignoring the original play.
I felt sorry for the plight of Prospero, but he carried the bitterness too long. His balance is Miranda. She loves and adores him. She is faithful and obedient. Things change when Miranda falls in love. Prospero is a man who wants to control.
I loved the epilogue the best. No, not because it meant the play was finished, but because the Prospero is transparent.

Modern Translation: 
Now my spells are all broken,
And the only power I have is my own,
Which is very weak. Now you all
Have go the power to keep me prisoner here, 
Or send me off to Naples. Please don't
Keep me here on this desert island
With your magic spells.Release me
So I can return to m dukedom
With your help. The gentle wind
You blow with your applause
Will fill my ship's sails. Without applause,
My plan to please you has failed.
Now I have no spirits to enslave,
No Magic to cast spells,
And I'll end up in despair
Unless I'm relieved by prayer,
Which wins over God himself
And absolves all sins.
Just as you'd like to have your sins forgiven,
Indulge me, forgive me, and set me free.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own,
Which is most faint. Now, 'tis true,
I must be here confined by you
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got
And pardoned the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell,
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want 
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,  
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardoned be,
Let your indulgence set me free.