I love this epilogue, spoken by an amazingly written character, with magic, and power, and control... yet this whole piece is him giving up that control, taking down that mystical curtain that almost surrounds him, and shows him to be less mystic, and more just a person like everyone else. The charms, the magic, is gone. The strength he has is his own, nothing else. Reading this I thought a bit like the wizard of oz, when we tear down the curtain, and there is no great mighty wizard. This end is Prospero, asking to be released, just like all things have an end, he wants his end too.

What I love about this play is how it describes about the duality of nature. One on hand, Oberon is comparing the sleeping Titania to this peaceful, mysterious, and dark moment, like reading what twilight looks and smells like... then on the other hand, he flips that coin of duality, and though "lulled," now she will be betrayed by the actions of the snake. Which has symbols of deceit, deception, betrayal, and now her dreams will no longer be the twilight dreams, but a fantasy unwanted.

I think the best parts of the Fool's lines is how forward the words are in further explaining the plot of the play, as well as foreshadowing and telling of true character development. Even speaking with the rain, I don't believe it REALLY rained everyday, but rather the "being content" to your own brought upon fortune (or mis) is to be in the rain you're in.

I love these short lines. If i've come to appreciate anything in this class, it's the language used. I love this play, and this ending because what's written is just the surface of what's meant. So we're here in the end of the play, Lear is dead, and Kent is talking about a journey, and masters, and needing to go. This can mean so much, like a literal master, and a real journey needing to be done, but I think it can also be a journey of life, and Death being the master one can't refuse, Lear just died, dramatically, and here it's this game of dominance between life and death, and who makes those decisions. I think this speaks a lot that it doesn't matter who you were alive, Death has the final say.

the language in this whole speech is actually very colorful, relating more than just power, but even just the place of women, and what their roles were for, and what they were good for. The real harshness I think comes from the cycle of life, where parents care for their children, and eventually children care for parents. Here, the King wishes to the goddess even (a female entity interestingly) for the one he curses to have children abandon their parent, and die alone almost.

this is a society that values strongly the reputation of a person, it's more than just personal, but also it's how others view you. The irony comes in that Cassio worries about his reputation, but later on, his own "carryings" with Desdemona is what truly ruins both of their reputations. Enough to warrant even death.

This sonnet describes the feelings of someone under the "spell" of the lover, and the feeling is being described as being a slave to that lust, feelings, etc. And its almost like he know's its wrong- mentioning that he's jealous and has no reason to be, but says he's still a fool for being in love with her.

This sonnet is interesting, in the sense of its not outright with love, and lust, but almost mournful on this remembering of time past. The past is gone, and the present is this moment of aging, which wasn't how it used to be. He speaks of limbs tired, mind still strong though his body is not as youthful as the past, but still finding the memory of his love as strong and clear as the days in youth. Its this memory of love, and revival of that which talks a little about almost how the end is coming closer for him, and he is aware of this- and choosing to remember what matters more to him. Which I think is love here.

This is interesting- and can be looked at in a few ways honestly- love as being too young as if naive- such as matters of the heart vs matters of the brain, but even also with being so young/free spirited, that one can act in ways of love without fear of real responsibility.

Here it sounds as though "lust" can overpower" true feelings of purity- and the lustful emotions causes betrayal of the flesh (sex) as he mentions later in the sonnet.

love is writing, and eyes are hearing- not typical actions for love being personified to be able to write, and eyes do not typically hear, but this reiterates the various languages of love.

confidence, can be lacking- love makes us unsure. It's a risk, a matter of trust that we are throwing ourselves into, without being positive of the outcome.

I think this speaks a lot of body language- or at least that love has a language spoken in more than just words.

love hurts- and sometimes it can cause heartbreak, so be kind, but also do not presume who broke who's heart, as the love is not without "me" as well.

I think this line is quite beautiful, almost saying that love should be wary of love, but "myself" is almost a fool, falling always for love, even though I "know" better.

the reflection here in the mirror, will not convince "me" of my age, and here we see another theme of age, beauty, and time passing by

I just really love this line, it's so final. Words of warning, words of wisdom, and I think with that comes experience- how human nature is to take, and take, and take.

We are in our own ways, our most dangerous enemies, harshest critics, & ignorance and greed leads us to this spot.

We feel this sense of immortality almost in the innocence of youth- or this sense of being indestructible- and the next two lines describe the sheet being lifted, as suddenly time isn't forever, and we WANT a sense of "legacy," a way to truly find immortality.