'King of Shadows': the Relationship Between Nat and Shakespeare

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In the ‘King of Shadows’, Nathan and Shakespeare’s bond grew stronger and stronger every chapter as they know more about each other and their love for acting and the stage. Nathan and Shakespeare connected with each other as Nathan is always trying to do his best at acting, surprising Shakespeare with the things he could do, such as his acrobatics skills. When Nathan met Shakespeare for the first time, all he wanted to do is be closer to him. ‘William Shakespeare. It was as if he’d said, ‘Say hello to God.’ I stared down at the stage, speechless. I suppose we were ten feet or so above him, for a moment I couldn’t move – and then more than anything I wanted to be closer to him.’ This could show that even before they met, Nathan knew that …show more content…
‘Our Nat is not a romantic beauty. Th’art a sprite, an aerial sprite, born in the air. One day I shall write thee an airier Robin Goodfellow – unless thou leave me, or grow old.’ Shakespeare hinted to Nathan to never leave him, the fact that Nathan is his sprite, his Puck, and the bond is really strong and the fact that they both need each other, which warms Nathan’s heart when he hears Shakespeare voice. ‘He had a wonderful voice, clear and warm and sort of mid-brown. I was as happy that moment as I think I’ll ever be: standing there listening to him, knowing I was part – and a useful part, just now – of his company, safe in the small family work of theatre. I wanted it to never end.’
Shakespeare even wrote down a sonnet he had wrote for a woman, but used it to represent the Nathan and his father, about how love does not vanish with death, but stays eternal and that Nathan shouldn’t think he wasn’t good enough.
‘Let me not to the marriage of true minds,
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove
O, no! It is an ever fixed mark
That looks on tempest and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out to, even to the edge of doom.

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