Midsummer Night's Dream by Jaydan Andujar
Testo Storyboard
- Diapositiva: 1
- Now, beautiful Hippolyta, the hour of our wedding is speeding closer. In four joyful days there will be a new crescent moon, and we will marry. But oh! The old moon seems to me to shrink away so slowly! It delays me from getting what I desire, just like an old rich widow will force her stepson to wait forever to receive his inheritance.
- Four days will quickly pass and turn to night. And each night, we will dream away the time. And soon the moon—like a silver bow newly bent into a curve in the sky—will look down on the night of our wedding celebration.
- Theseus
- Hippolyta
- Diapositiva: 2
- Go, Philostrate, get the young people of Athens in the mood to celebrate. Wake up the lively and swift spirit of fun. Send sadness out to funerals—that pale emotion has no place at our festivities.Hippolyta, I wooed with you by fighting against you, and won your love by injuring you. But I’ll marry you in a different way—with splendid ceremonies, public festivities, and celebration.
- Hippolyta
- Theseus
- Philostrate
- Diapositiva: 3
- Joy to you, Theseus—our famous and distinguished duke!
- Thank you, dear Egeus. What’s going on with you?
- Theseus
- Hermia
- Egeus
- Lysander
- Demetrius
- Diapositiva: 4
- I’ve come to you full of anger, to protest against the actions of my daughter, Hermia. Step forward, Demetrius. My noble lord Theseus, this man, Demetrius, has my blessing to marry her. Step forward, Lysander. Yet, my gracious duke, this man, Lysander, has put a spell on my daughter’s heart. My gracious duke, if Hermia, standing here in front of you, won’t agree to marry Demetrius, then I demand my traditional rights as a father in Athens. Since she belongs to me, I can do what I want with her, as the law expressly states for just such a case as this: either she marries Demetrius, or she dies.
- And what do you say, Hermia? Take this advice, pretty girl: you should see your father as a god, since he’s the one who created your beauty. To him, you’re like a figure that he sculpted out of wax, giving him the power to leave it as it is or to destroy it. Demetrius is a good man.
- So is Lysander.
- Theseus
- Hermia
- Egeus
- Lysander
- Demetrius
- Diapositiva: 5
- I wish my father could look at them through my eyes. I beg your Grace to forgive me. I don’t know what is making me bold enough to do this, or even how speaking my thoughts to such an important person as you might harm my reputation for modesty. But I beg you to explain to me the worst thing that could happen to me in this situation if I refuse to marry Demetrius.
- Yes he is. But in this situation, because he lacks your father's support, you must consider Demetrius to be better. Instead, your view of them must be influenced by your father's wishes.
- Theseus
- Hermia
- Egeus
- Lysander
- Demetrius
- Diapositiva: 6
- You’ll either be sentenced to death or to never again interact with another man. Therefore, beautiful Hermia, really think about what you want. Think about how young you are and explore your feelings—if you do not give in to your father's wishes, will you be able to tolerate life wearing the robes of a nun, shut up in a dark convent, living your whole life without husband or children, chanting quietly to Diana.Take some time to consider. By the next new moon—the day when my beloved and I will be joined in marriage—be ready either to die for disobeying your father's desires, to marry Demetrius, as your father wishes. Or else, you can go to the temple of Diana and vow to spend the rest of your life as a virgin priestess.
- That is how I will grow, live, and die, my lord. I will not give up the ownership of my virginity to my lord father. My soul refuses to let him command me into the yoke of a marriage I do not want.
- Give in, sweet Hermia. And, Lysander, give up your crazy claim to possession of what is mine.
- Her father loves you, Demetrius. Let me have Hermia, and you can marry him.
- Theseus
- Hermia
- Egeus
- Lysander
- Demetrius
- Diapositiva: 7
- I must admit I’ve heard that too, and meant to speak about it with Demetrius. But because I was too busy with my own concerns, I forget about it. But now, Demetrius and Egeus, come with me. I have some advice for you both that I want to give in private. As for you, beautiful Hermia, prepare yourself to shape your desires to match what your father wants, or else the law of Athens—which I can’t modify or lessen in any way—demands that you either die or take a vow of chastity and never marry. Come along, Hippolyta. How are you, my love? Demetrius and Egeus, come with us. I have some work I need you to do regarding our wedding, and there's something that concerns the two of you that I want to discuss.
- My lord, I’m as noble as Demetrius, and as rich. I love Hermia more than he does. My prospects are in every way as good as Demetrius', if not better. And, more importantly than all of those things I just boasted about, beautiful Hermia loves me. Why shouldn’t I be able to pursue my rights marry her? Demetrius—and I’ll declare this to his face—wooed Nedar’s daughter, Helena, and won her love. Now Helena, that sweet lady, obsesses, deeply obsesses, obsesses over this stained and unfaithful man, idolizing him as if he were a god.
- Rude Lysander, it's true, I do love him. And because I love him, I will give to him what is mine. Hermia is mine, and I’m giving my rights to her to Demetrius. We follow you because it is our duty, and because we want to.
- Theseus
- Lysander
- Hermia
- Demetrius
- Egeus
- Diapositiva: 8
- Or—even if two people loved each other and could choose to marry—war, death, or sickness might intervene, so that their love lasts no longer than a sound, is as fleeting as a shadow, short as a dream. Or it's as brief as a bolt of lightning that—like a flash of passion—lights up heaven and Earth but then disappears into darkness before you can even say "Look!" That’s how bright things that are full of life are destroyed.
- If true lovers are always thwarted, then it proves that destiny is saying that our thwarted love must be true. So let’s make sure to approach our problem with patience. Since all true love must be thwarted, then being thwarted is as much a part of love as dreams, sighs, wishes, and tears are.
- Lysander
- Hermia
- Diapositiva: 9
- That's the right way to think about it. So, listen, Hermia. I have an aunt who is a widow, who has property and great wealth, and doesn’t have any children. Her house is about twenty miles from Athens, and she thinks of me as a son. Dear Hermia, I could marry you there, where the harsh laws of Athens can’t follow us. So if you love me, sneak out of your father’s house tomorrow night. I will wait for you in the woods, three miles out of town, at the spot where I once met you with Helena to celebrate May Day.Keep your promise, my love. Look, here comes Helena.
- My noble Lysander! I swear to you—by Cupid's strongest bow, by his best gold-tipped arrow; by the innocent doves that drive Venus' chariot; by everything that binds souls together and makes love grow; by the bonfire upon which Queen Dido of Carthage burned herself to death when she saw that her lover Aeneas had secretly sailed away from her; and by all the promises that men have ever broken (which outnumber all the promises women have ever made). I will meet you tomorrow at the spot you have asked me to go to.Welcome, beautiful Helena! Where are you going?
- Lysander
- Hermia
- Diapositiva: 10
- Did you call me “beautiful?” Take it back. Your beauty is what Demetrius loves. Oh, lucky beauty! Your eyes are like stars, and your sweet voice is more melodic than a lark’s song is to a shepherd in the springtime, when the wheat is green and hawthorn buds appear. Sickness is contagious. Oh, I wish beauty was also. I would catch yours, beautiful Hermia, before I left. My ear would be infected by your voice, my eye by your eye, and my tongue would catch your tongue's musical voice. If I owned the world, I’d give it all up—with the exception of Demetrius—to be transformed into you. Oh, teach me how you look at Demetrius, and the tricks you use to make him fall in love with you.
- Helena
- Lysander
- Hermia
- Diapositiva: 11
- Oh, if only your frowns could teach my smiles to have that same ability!Oh, if only my prayers could arouse that kind of affection!The more I love him, the more he hates me.It’s only your beauty’s fault. I wish I had that fault!
- I frown at him, but he still loves me.I curse him, but he responds with love.The more I hate him, the more he follows me.Helena, his foolishness is not my fault.
- Helena
- Hermia
- Lysander
- Diapositiva: 12
- Don’t worry. He'll never see my face again. Lysander and I are running away from here. Before the first time I saw Lysander, Athens seemed like paradise to me. But Lysander is so beautiful and graceful that, by comparison, he’s turned what I thought was heaven into hell!
- Helena, we’ll let you in on our plan. Tomorrow night—when Phoebe is reflected on the water and decorates the grass with beads of pearly light (the time of night that always hides lovers on the run—we plan to sneak out through the gates of Athens.
- Lysander
- Hermia
- Helena
- Diapositiva: 13
- In the woods where you and I used to laze around on the pale primroses, sharing all of the sweet secrets of our hearts—that’s where Lysander and I will meet. Then we’ll turn away from Athens and look for new friends and the company of strangers. Goodbye, sweet friend of my youth. Pray for us, and may fate give you Demetrius! Keep your promise, Lysander. We must refrain from the pleasure of seeing each other until tomorrow at midnight.
- I will, my Hermia.
- Hermia
- Lysander
- Helena
- Diapositiva: 14
- How happy some people can be compared to others! Throughout Athens, people think I'm as beautiful as Hermia. But what does that matter? Demetrius doesn't think so. The only opinion he has is his own. And as he wanders, idolizing Hermia's eyes, likewise I admire his beauty. Love can transform crude and horrible things of no worth into beautiful and dignified things. Love doesn't look with eyes, but with the mind. That's why they paint winged Cupid blind. And Love doesn't have good judgment or taste—wings and blindness make for undue speed in falling in love. Thus, Love is thought of as a child, because he often makes the wrong choice. Just like mischievous boys who go back on their word as they play games, so too does the boy Love perjure himself everywhere. Because before Demetrius saw Helena's eyes, he swore that he belonged to only me. And when he felt attracted to Hermia, he dissolved. His promises melted down like hail in the heat. I will go and tell him that beautiful Hermia is running away. Then he'll got to the forest tomorrow night to pursue her. And if he thanks me for this piece of information, it will all be worth it. But in this way I plan to make my pain worse, by seeing him go there and back again.
- Helena
Oltre 30 milioni di storyboard creati
Nessun Download, Nessuna Carta di Credito e Nessun Accesso Necessario per Provare!
