8/12/2019 Analysis of Scene (Act 2 Scene 1... Halfway)

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Analysis of scene

Character Dialog Position on Stage Action Lighting Translation

Othello Oh my fair warrior! From back left to mid Outstretched armsfast pace. Holding

rose

Warm lightno spot.Foc on Des

My beautiful warrior!

Desdemona My dear Othello! Mid Stage Holds hands to heart

Still. Takes rose. Ex:

Overwhelmed

Fade edges of warm

light in wings

My darling Othello!

Othello It gives me wonder

great as my content to

see you here before me.

Places rose in

Desdemonas hands -

Amazement

Imamazed you got

here before me.

Oh, my souls joy! Holds Des. Lightly

place hands on

shoulders

But I am over joyed!

If after every tempest

come such calms, my

the winds blow till they

have wakened death,

Moves toward forward

mid stage. Not too far

from Desdemona

Exclaim to audience.

On word such,

outstretch hand in

Desdemonas

direction. Then look

back to audience. -

Passion

On the word death,

dim lights gradually,

My love, if the calm

after every storm could

always be this

wonderful, Id want the

wind to blow until it

wok the dead.

And let the labouring

bark climb hills of seas

Olympus-high, and duck

again as low As hells

from heaven!

Looks upwards into

distance on word

Olympus-high

And whipped up waves

as tall as mountains!

If it were now to die,

Twere now to be most

happy, for I fear My soul

hath her content so

Back to mid-mid stage.

Slightly angled towards

audience, facing

Desdemona

Turn back to

Desdemona and

gentle hold her hands

infront of you.

If I died right now Id be

completely happy, since

Ill probably never be as

happy as this again in

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absolute That not

another comfort like

this succeeds in

unknown fate.

Thankful to

Desdemona

my life.

Desdemona The heavens forbid But

that our loves andcomforts should

increase

Strokes Othellos

cheek gently(wearing gloves)

White light mixt. With

warm lkg lighting. Fadesup

God willing, our love

and our happiness willonly increase

Even as our days do

grow

As we get older

Othello Amen to that, sweet

powers. I cannot speak

enough of this content.

Takes Des. Hand from

face and holds in his

Amen to that! I cant

talk about my

happiness anymore

It stops me here, it is

too much of joy

Leads Desdemona

forward slightly

Its too much

And this, and this, the

greatest discords be

(kissing her)

Brings Desdemona

close and leans in.

Then Pauses before a

short but passionate

kiss.

I hope these kisses Im

about to give you are

the closest we ever

come to fighting!

That eer our hearts

shall make!

Lights dim and Spotlight

on incoming character