A William Shakespeare play will always draw a crowd.
Earlier today, I attended the final performance of A Winter’s Tale at The Pearl Theatre Company in New York City.
The play is the story of a king who in fit of jealousy, accuses his pregnant wife of cheating on him with his best friend. His wife dies soon after the birth of their daughter. Refusing to believe that the child is his, the king sends the child away with a trusted adviser who is eaten by bears. A shepherd find the baby and raises her as his own.
Sixteen years later, his daughter is now growing up and in love. She is in love with the prince, who happens to be the son of the best friend who her father accused her mother of cheating on him with. His father does not approve of the match and the young lovers run away to the neighboring kingdom, which happens to be the birthplace of the girl.
I’ve seen many Shakespearean plays, but this afternoon was a first for me. It was entertaining, but not the best.