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The Tempest Seminar Speech Analysis
Speech
[...] Now 'tis true
I must be here confin'd by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardon'd 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. [...]
And my ending is despair
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer,
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.
(V. 321-331, 333-338)
Modern Translation
"Now it's true that you, the audience, have the
power to decide whether to keep me here on this
island or send me to Naples. Let me leave this
island because I have my dukedom now and I
have pardoned the deceiver who now remains on
this empty island under your spell. Release me
from my ties with your loud applause. The sails of
my ship can only be filled with your kind words, or
else my goal of pleasing you would fail. [...] And
my life will end tragically unless I am soothed with
your prayers, which pierce so that they will
overwhelm God himself and undo all
wrongdoings. As you would want your crimes to
be pardoned, pardon me from mine with your
leniency."
Analysis
Line/phrase
prayer,
Which pierces so that it
assaults
Mercy itself, and frees
all faults.
My men, tonight shall be our last heist together. After this we shall depart forever.You shall each
have your share as I've promised. Now go prepare yourselves and leave me be.
[the henchmen exit the stage]
This feeling again.
I no longer wish to seek the touch of Midas anymore. I fear that chasing this path, entrenched in
the gold and glory that is wrongfully mine, will lead me to my ultimate downfall. The riches I
have hoarded over the years will be worth less than fools gold. Had I not been careful, the
sinewy metal tendons of the wealth I sought would have corroded and consumed my heart long
ago. But I am not Midas. I will not hurt the people I love as Midas had when he turned his
daughter to gold.
Mother, please forgive me, had it not been for your illness, I would not have gone to such
measures as I am now. But it's alright now. Gods, have mercy for these ill deeds were not made
with ill intentions. I will release the reins of my rule of this city's underworld and return to the light
to start anew again. But this is all up to you, mother. For if you can't take me as I am, I will have
to retreat back to the shadows where darkness and corruption welcome me. It's up to you to
decide where I go after this.
Men, its time.
Performance 2