The Grand Marais Playhouse is proud to present “The Tempest” by William Shakespeare, Abridged by Cass Foster on May 7, 8, and 9th. Friday, May 7 at 7 PM, Saturday and Sunday, May 8 & 9 at 2 PM. The Tempest will be live-streamed in front of a limited audience. All tickets are ONLY available at www.grandmaraisplayhouse.com. In-person tickets are limited and all audience members must be masked the entire time and be physically distanced from other households and individuals. No Walk-up sales permitted. Virtual tickets are for the live stream and access to video for 48 hours. In-Person tickets are $25 for singles and $50 for households up to 4 people. Virtual tickets are $7 for individuals and $15 for households. Show supporters may also purchase a $25 ticket.

The cast: Abbey Stoddard, Prospera, Rightful Duke of Milan, Sylvia Berka,  Miranda, Her daughter, Bryn Fitzgerald- Wells, Antonio,  Her Sister, Ella Hedstrom, Gonzalo,  Her counselor, Aliya Marxen, Caliban, her Slave, Saira Smith, Ariel, A Spirit,   Emma James Alonso,  Queen of Naples, Sky Robley,  Sebastian, her Sister, Madison Christiansen, Ferdinand, her son, Elsa Garry,  Trinculo, Her jester Greta Roth, Stephano, Her drunken butler, Grace Ritchey,  Francisco A Lord /Boatswain

The Tempest is believed to be Shakespeare’s final work. Written in 1611, it is a tale of loss and restoration that still resonates with us today. The play begins with the storm and we learn stories of loss and of violent betrayal. Through magic, all parties are brought to the island that Prospera and her daughter Miranda were marooned upon twelve years ago. We come to know more about the characters as they circle the island and Prospera brings them to her for a confrontation. Some seek violence. Others seek freedom. Some find love, others find forgiveness. The Tempest contains the famous quote: “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 towers, 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.