First performed in 1611, The Tempest is different from many of Shakespeare's plays in
that it does not derive from one clear source. The play draws on many of the
motifs common to Shakespeare's works. These include the painful parting of a
father with his daughter, jealousy and hatred between brothers, the usurpation
of a legitimate ruler, the play-within-a-play, and the experiences of courtiers
transplanted to a new environment. It is commonly classified with Pericles, The Winter's Tale, and Cymbeline in a small group
of plays called "romances." These plays contain elements of
comedy and, to a lesser extent, tragedy, but do not wholly belong to either
category. Common elements in Shakespearean romances include experiences of loss
and recovery, as well as imaginative worlds in which magic can play an
important role. Read here.
Prospero uses magic to conjure a storm and torment the survivors of a shipwreck, including the King of Naples and Prospero’s treacherous brother, Antonio. Prospero’s slave, Caliban, plots to rid himself of his master, but is thwarted by Prospero’s spirit-servant Ariel. The King’s young son Ferdinand, thought to be dead, falls in love with Prospero’s daughter Miranda. Their celebrations are cut short when Prospero confronts his brother and reveals his identity as the usurped Duke of Milan. The families are reunited and all conflict is resolved. Prospero grants Ariel his freedom and prepares to leave the island. Read here.
https://learnenglishteens.britishcouncil.org/uk-now/literature-uk/shakespeare-tempest
https://bardweb.net/plays/tempest.html
https://www.rsc.org.uk/the-tempest/the-plot
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
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