Thursday, June 2, 2011

A Midsummer Night's Dream Act 2, Scenes 1 and 2


it's official. we're getting an iPad. i am excited and a little embarrassed. ha! we were going to spend $200 on sean's livescribe (so cool if you haven't seen it), but they have that on the iPad AND sean doesn't have a computer. ever wonder why i struggle so hard to post these blogs? well, it's partially because i share this laptop with him. of course he will still need my computer to play WoW, but he WON'T need it for class. and THAT means i can actually work on my thesis. woot woot. bring it on blog! i got you on lock this summer!

act 2, scene 1
Puck (aka Robin Goodfellow, the mischief-maker) and a Fairy meet in the woods. the Fairy announces that Titania, Queen of the fairies, is on her way. Puck reveals that Oberon, King of the Fairies is on his way, and it is better that the two do not meet. apparently, Titania has stolen a boy from an Indian king for one of her attendants, and Oberon wants the boy for his own. (see quote about Puck below.) before they can stop either of the two from coming their way, Titania and Oberon enter from opposite ends of the woods. they immediately start a verbal battle. Titania has a past with Theseus and Oberon has a past with Hippolyta, and Titania will stay in the woods until Theseus and Hippolyta get married. Oberon tells Titania that their feud will end if she will just hand over the Indian boy. Titania explains that his mother, her servant, died giving birth to him and she is raising him for her. they can't agree, and she storms off. Oberon concocts a plan and employs Puck to help him with it. he knows of a flower that was struck by Cupid's arrow. when the dew from the flower is dropped into someones eyes while they sleep, they will fall madly in love with the first thing they see when they wake up. Oberon sends Puck to get the flower so that he can use it on Titania. as he plots, Demetrius and Helena enter. Demetrius is awful to Helena, bordering on completely wicked. she follows him pathetically. the more she acts like his puppy dog, the more he treats her like crap. she will never give up on him, and follows him as he exits. Oberon apparently feels some sympathy for her, and orders Puck to use the flower on Demetrius, and he himself will use it on Titania.

act 2, scene 2
Titania enters another part of the wood with her fairy attendants. they sing her to sleep and Oberon sneaks in to squeeze the flower on her eyelids. as he leaves, Hermia and Lysander stumble in. they are ready for some sleep. Hermia asks Lysander to sleep away from her for modesty's sake, and after some resistance, he agrees. as they fall asleep, Puck finds them. mistaking Lysander for Demetrius, he squeezes the flower onto his eye. Helena runs in, exhausted from chasing Demetrius. she finds Lysander, and fearing he is dead, wakes him. he wakes up, and the first thing he sees is Helena. he begins proclaiming his love for her and distaste for Hermia. he won't stop! she thinks he is mocking her, and exits pursued by Lysander. Hermia awakes, and confused by Lysander's absence, goes looking for him.

oh my gosh! so much happens in this play! it's so different than things even a couple of plays ago. this one clips right along. i wonder if the plays will be more like this from now on.

okay, how weird is this Indian boy thing? what the heck is going on there? random. and why does Oberon want him? i understand Titania's reasoning, but Oberon...? does he just want him to spite Titania? why does it matter?

wait a minute... so Oberon is in love with Hippolyta and Titania is in love with Theseus? whaaaat?

i love Oberon for deciding to use the flower on Demetrius. just the fact that he took the girl's side over the boy's is awesome. and he is contributing to a greater justice. and perhaps sympathizes with her because he has love woes of his own?

quote of the day:
'thou speakest aright;
i am that merry wanderer of the night.
i jest to Oberon and make him smile
when i a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
neighing in likeness of a filly foal;
and sometimes lurk i in a gossip's bowl
in very likeness of a roasted crab,
and when she drinks, against her lips i bob
and on her withered dewlap pour the ale.
the wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
sometimes for three-foot stool mistaketh me;
then slip i from her bum, down topples she,
and "Tailor" cries, and falls into a cough;
and then the whole choir hold their hips and laugh,
and waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear
a merrier hour was never wasted there.'
   -Puck; act 2, scene 1

for tomorrow: act 3, scene 1 (and maybe scene 2)! rolling right along!

-rebecca may

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