Shakespeare Brunch

Week Eleven: This Is The Air

Mar 19, 2023

Happy Sunday! Welcome to our weekly celebration of coffee, food, Shakespeare and song. Add your own pot-luck dish by recording and sharing a favorite piece of Shakespeare or Sunday song … and we’ll pair it with a brunchy dish and cup of Joe.

BARISTA STORIES: NATALIA CAMBIAGGIO OF SLOW COFFEE TENERIFE, CANARY ISLANDS

Natalia is the co-owner and barista of Slow Coffee Tenerife, a small, adorable and completely fixated on the quality coffee café. Her first contact with specialty coffee was during a trip to Colombia, and she later took workshops and courses in Australia to improve her brewing skills. Pitu is a firm believer in keeping the brain active through …

Twelfth Night - Act IV - Scene III

This is the air; that is the glorious sun;
This pearl she gave me, I do feel't and see't;
And though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus,
Yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio, then?
I could not find him at the Elephant:
Yet there he was; and there I found this credit,
That he did range the town to seek me out.
His counsel now might do me golden service;
For though my soul disputes well with my sense,
That this may be some error, but no madness,
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes
And wrangle with my reason that persuades me
To any other trust but that I am mad
Or else the lady's mad; yet, if 'twere so,
She could not sway her house, command her followers,
Take and give back affairs and their dispatch
With such a smooth, discreet and stable bearing
As I perceive she does: there's something in't
That is deceiveable. But here the lady comes.