Thursday, June 22, 2006
A Midsummer Night's Dream
Posted by Wayne Christeson on Thu, Jun 22, 2006 at 9:02 AM
Last night was Midsummer Night, and I woke up this morning thinking of Titania's jewel-like lines about her pregnant lady-in-waiting in A Midsummer Night's Dream:
And in the spiced Indian air, by night,
Full often hath she gossiped at my side,
And sat with me on Neptune's yellowed sands,
Marking the embarked traders on the flood;
When we have laughed to see the sails conceive
And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind;
Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait
Following (her womb then rich with my young squire),
Would imitate, and sail upon the land
To fetch me trifles, and return again,
As from a voyage, rich with merchandise.
II, i
And in the spiced Indian air, by night,
Full often hath she gossiped at my side,
And sat with me on Neptune's yellowed sands,
Marking the embarked traders on the flood;
When we have laughed to see the sails conceive
And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind;
Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait
Following (her womb then rich with my young squire),
Would imitate, and sail upon the land
To fetch me trifles, and return again,
As from a voyage, rich with merchandise.
II, i
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