Pedro Calderon de la Barca

Pedro Calderon de la Barca
Pedro Calderón de la Barca (1600–1681) was a renowned Spanish playwright and poet of the Spanish Golden Age. He is best known for his philosophical play "Life Is a Dream" ("La vida es sueño"), which explores themes of free will, destiny, and human existence. Calderón wrote over 120 plays, many of them religious in nature, such as "The Devotion of the Cross" ("El devoto de la cruz"), showcasing his deep engagement with moral and theological questions. His work, characterized by its complex plots and lyrical language, had a lasting influence on Spanish drama and literature.

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Two of the dramas contained in this volume are the most celebrated of all Calderon's writings. The first, "La Vida es Sueno", has been translated into many languages and performed with success on almost every stage in Europe but that of England. So late as the winter of 1866-7, in a Russian version, it drew crowded houses to the great theatre of Moscow; while a few years earlier, as if to... more...

INTRODUCTION. Two of the dramas contained in this volume are the most celebrated of all Calderon's writings. The first, "La Vida es Sueno", has been translated into many languages and performed with success on almost every stage in Europe but that of England. So late as the winter of 1866-7, in a Russian version, it drew crowded houses to the great theatre of Moscow; while a few years... more...

INTRODUCTION. Two of the dramas contained in this volume are the most celebrated of all Calderon's writings. The first, "La Vida es Sueno", has been translated into many languages and performed with success on almost every stage in Europe but that of England. So late as the winter of 1866-7, in a Russian version, it drew crowded houses to the great theatre of Moscow; while a few years... more...

ACT THE FIRST. Scene I.—A Room in the house of Polemius at Rome. Chrysanthus is seen seated near a writing table on which are several books: he is reading a small volume with deep attention. Chrysanthus. Ah! how shallow is my mind!How confined! and how restricted!Ah! how driftless are my words!And my thoughts themselves how driftless!Since I cannot comprehend,Cannot pierce the secrets hiddenIn this... more...