Newsgroup: it.cultura.linguistica.inglese
Titolo: Who wrote this?

The following poem (?) opened and closed Al Pancino's "Looking for Richard".
Ok, maybe it was not Pancino's movie but Pacino's instead, but I guess it's
clear I'm talking about King Richard the Third.
I wonder whether it was Shakespeare who wrote this and where.
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Our revels now are ended
these our actors, as I foretold you,
were all spirits and are melted
into air, into thin air.
And like the baseless fabric of this vision
the cloud cap towers, the gorgeous palaces
the solemn temples, the great globe itself
yea, all which it inherit shall dissolve
and like this insubstantial pageant faded
leave not a wisp behind.
We are such a stuff as dreams are made of
and our little life
is rounded with a sleep.
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It looks like a closing from one of the works, just like in "A
midsummer-night's dream", but I fail to find which one.
I guess the 'the great globe itself' means the Globe Theater, but then...I'm
not sure about that. Anyone has a clue?
saluti,
Peltio

is rounded with a sleep.
[...]
Dear Peltio,
it's "The Tempest", Act, Scene  1.
I posted it again 'cause there are some minor differences with the
text you've given.
You can easily seach all of Shakespeare's works at
http://tech-two.mit.edu/Shakespeare/
***
PROSPERO
You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd;
Bear with my weakness; my, brain is troubled:
Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:
If you be pleased, retire into my cell
And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,
To still my beating mind.
*****
Ciao
Frank

 it's "The Tempest", Act, Scene  1.
    Is it from the first Act? I thought it was at the very end of the
comedy! Maybe I should survay my Shakespeare a little... Incidentally, it's
one of the most touching and profound things ever written by the great
William, in which the author exploits Prospero in order to announce his own
retirement. The reference to "the Globe" (the theatre he worked in for so
many years) is no coincidence.
    Bye,
           Nicola
--
Multa non quia difficilia sunt non audemus, sed quia non audemus sunt
difficilia (Seneca)

            Nicola
C'è qualcosa che mi sfugge. Rileggo e rileggo quanto sopra ed ho la
netta sensazione che non sia inglese quello che scrive. Eppure non trovo
errori, non trovo disordine, non trovo niente di niente eccetto un
microerrore di battitura. D'altra parte Nicola ha un'indubbia
preparazione. Ma allora cos'è che mi dà quella sensazione di
"innaturalità"? O forse dovrei ripetere l'esperimento censurando il nome
italiano del mittente? Mi interessa, perché non è la prima volta che mi
capita di provare questa sensazione di "italianità" nell'inglese.
Ah, non devo cambiare subject, vero?
-- 
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Giancarlo Pillan  -  Ivrea  -  Italy
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    Is it from the first Act?
I apologize to Peltio and Nicola. I simply made a typing error.
It is Act 4, scene 1
Ciao
Frank

 It is Act 4, scene 1
Vabbč, per questa volta sei perdonato...(anche se mi sono praticamente
dovuto rileggere tutta la commedia prima di trovare il brano).
Ma se dovesse capitare ancora andrai a letto senza pipa!
E' curioso che la prima commedia di Bill che ho letto in inglese sia stata
quella in cui lui annunciava il suo ritiro...
E' stato cosě anche con i Dire Straits e i Simple Minds.
La cosa mi da da pensare.
saluti,
Peltio
PS
Grazie !!!