ADRIAN Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their queen. GONZALO Not since widow Dido’s time. ANTONIO Widow? A pox o’that. How came that widow in? Widow Dido! SEBASTIAN What if he had said widower Aeneas too? Good lord, how you take it! ADRIAN Widow Dido, said you? You make me study […]
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Suspiciously pristine clothes… (2.1.60-69) #StormTossed
GONZALO But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost beyond credit— SEBASTIAN As many vouched rarities are. GONZALO That our garments being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and gloss, being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water. ANTONIO If but one of his pockets could speak, would […]
Continue ReadingFragrant or smelly, arid or lush? (2.1.49-59) #StormTossed
ADRIAN The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. SEBASTIAN As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. ANTONIO Or, as ’twere perfumed by a fen. GONZALO Here is everything advantageous to life. ANTONIO True, save means to live. SEBASTIAN Of that there’s none, or little. GONZALO How lush and lusty the grass looks! How […]
Continue ReadingChicken jokes on a desert island (2.1.30-48) #StormTossed
ANTONIO Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow? SEBASTIAN The old cock. ANTONIO The cockerel. SEBASTIAN Done! The wager? ANTONIO A laughter. SEBASTIAN A match! ADRIAN Though this island seem to be desert— ANTONIO Ha, ha, ha. SEBASTIAN So, you’re paid. ADRIAN Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible— SEBASTIAN Yet— ADRIAN […]
Continue ReadingGonzalo’s wit, and Sebastian’s sarcasm (2.1.14-29) #StormTossed
SEBASTIAN Look, he’s winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike— GONZALO [to Alonso] Sir— SEBASTIAN One. Tell. GONZALO When every grief is entertained that’s offered, comes to th’entertainer— SEBASTIAN A dollar. GONZALO Dolour comes to him, indeed. You have spoken truer than you purposed. SEBASTIAN You have taken it […]
Continue ReadingGonzalo, philosophy going down like cold porridge (2.1.1-13) #StormTossed
EnterALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO and others. GONZALO Beseech you, sir, be merry. You have cause (So have we all) of joy, for our escape Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe Is common: every day some sailor’s wife, The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Have just our theme […]
Continue ReadingCome on, everyone, off we go – end of the scene (finally…) (1.2.494-502) #StormTossed
PROSPERO [to Ferdinand] Come on.— Thou hast done well, fine Ariel. – Follow me;– Hark what else thou shalt do me. MIRANDA [to Ferdinand] Be of comfort; My father’s of a better nature, sir, Than he appears by speech. This is unwonted Which now comes from him. PROSPERO [to Ariel] Thou shalt be as […]
Continue ReadingFerdinand: everything’s fine, so long as I can see Miranda (1.2.484-494) #StormTossed
PROSPERO [to Ferdinand] Come on, obey: Thy nerves are in their infancy again And have no vigour in them. FERDINAND So they are! My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father’s loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, nor this man’s threats (To whom I am […]
Continue ReadingOn a scale of Caliban to angel, where is Ferdinand? (1.2.476-484) #StormTossed
PROSPERO Silence! One word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What, An advocate for an impostor? Hush. Thou think’st there is no more such shapes as he, Having seen but him and Caliban. Foolish wench, To th’ most of men, this is a Caliban, And they to him are angels. MIRANDA […]
Continue ReadingDrop it, Ferdinand! (drop it, Prospero…) (1.2.467-476) #StormTossed
MIRANDA O dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him, for He’s gentle and not fearful. PROSPERO What, I say, My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor, Who mak’st a show but dar’st not strike, thy conscience Is so possessed with guilt. Come from thy ward, For I can here disarm […]
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