We went to the Shakespeare Festival in Ashland, Oregon for our honeymoon. I had no clue about Shakespeare, and I found myself sleepy and uninterested during the performances. Nineteen years later, though, I can't wait to see another play. They are like old friends that we get to introduce our children to, and going on this late night adventure is a privilege that they look forward to each summer.
This afternoon will be the first round of reader's theater for A Midsummer Night's Dream, and I get to read Puck. I will probably have to be some other lesser character, too, but Puck is the role for me. Making mischief will be such fun.
"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend.
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck,
Now to scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call.
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends."
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