Is it a father's place to curb this joy? Should I let youth cavort about carefree, Or does paternal obligation call For sadder duties? Rather had I ought To teach my child spare sobriety, The lessons of my age: That little joy The world has set aside for Jews, that we Are faced with curse and sorrow oft instead, That patience and forbearance are our lot More oft than song and dance... ...'Tis true, 'Tis true, and yet it seems a shame to chide The joy from such a joyous child's heart. Alas! I am grown old, and if my age Brings wisdom, it brings also doubt....
just a little excerpt from one of Shylock's big arias in The Quality of Mercy. if you want to hear how it sounds with music, sign up for the reading of the first act this Thursday, in person and online! be there or be somewhere else >:)















