Theater Terms 1. Dance Pre-Done. Like a bee, dancing to tell the other workers where there are flowers. The Dance P re-Done was a story, told through dance that ancient people used to tell about the hunt. It later developed into the theater we have today . Dialogue.
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Theater Terms 1
Vizzini: We'll reach the cliffs by dawn. To Inigo. Why are you doing that? Inigo: Making sure nobody's follow us. Vizzini: That would be inconceivable. Buttercup: Despite what you think, you will be caught. And when you are, the prince will see you all hanged. Vizzini: Of all the necks on this boat, Highness, the one you should be worrying about is your own. Pause. Stop doing that! We can all relax, it's almost over. Inigo: You are sure nobody's follow us? Vizzini: As I told you, it would be absolutely, totally, and in all other ways, inconceivable. No one in Guilder knows what we've done, and no one in Florin could've gotten here so fast. Pause. Out of curiosity, why do you ask? Inigo: Oh, it's nothing, suddenly, I just happen to look behind us and something is there. Vizzini: What? Rises. Probably some local fisherman out for a pleasure cruise at night... through eel infested waters. Buttercup dives overboard, and starts swimming away.Vizzini: Wha-wh- Go in! Get after her!
MRS. CAUDLE: Bah! That's the third umbrella gone since Christmas. What were you to do? Why, let him go home in the rain, to be sure. I'm very certain there was nothing about him that could spoil. Take cold? Indeed! He doesn't look like one of the sort to take cold. Besides, he'd have better taken cold than taken our umbrella. Do you hear the rain, Mr. Caudle? I say, do you hear the rain? And, as I am alive, if it isn't Saint Swithin's day! Do you hear it against the windows? Nonsense, you don't impose upon me. You can't be asleep with such a shower as that! Do you hear it, I say? Oh, you do hear it? Well that's a pretty flood, I think, to last for six weeks; and no stirring all the time out of the house. Pooh! don't think me a fool, Mr. Caudle. Don't insult me.
Act 5 The Tempest
PROSPERO 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 gotAnd pardoned the deceiver, dwellIn this bare island by your spell,But release me from my bandsWith 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.
A play in which the actor acknowledges the audience AS the audience. Musicals.