FERDINAND No, as I am a man. MIRANDA There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with’t. PROSPERO [to Ferdinand] Follow me.— Speak not you for him; he’s a traitor.—Come, I’ll manacle thy neck and feet together; Sea water […]
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Now, just you wait a minute, kids (1.2.448-457) #StormTossed
FERDINAND O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I’ll make you The Queen of Naples. PROSPERO Soft, sir, one word more. [aside] They are both in either’s powers, but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light. [to Ferdinand] One word more. I charge thee […]
Continue ReadingThe third man I ever saw *sigh* (1.2.439-448) #StormTossed
PROSPERO [aside] The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could control thee If now ’twere fit to do’t. At the first sight They have changed eyes. [to Ariel] Delicate Ariel, I’ll set thee free for this. [to Ferdinand] A word, good sir; I fear you have done yourself some wrong. A word. MIRANDA […]
Continue ReadingThey speak the same language! that’s amazing! (1.2.429-439) #StormTossed
FERDINAND My language? Heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where ’tis spoken. PROSPERO How? The best? What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee? FERDINAND A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me, And […]
Continue ReadingGoddess! are you from round here? (1.2.422-429) #StormTossed
FERDINAND Most sure the goddess On whom these airs attend!—Vouchsafe my prayer May know if you remain upon this island, And that you will some good instruction give How I may bear me here. My prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is (O, you wonder!) If you be maid or no? MIRANDA No wonder, […]
Continue ReadingA thing divine! (1.2.413-422) #StormTossed
PROSPERO No, wench, it eats and sleeps and hath such senses As we have—such. This gallant which thou seest Was in the wreck, and but he’s something stained With grief (that’s beauty’s canker) thou mightst call him A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows And strays about to find ’em. MIRANDA I might call […]
Continue ReadingWhat is Ferdinand? a spirit? (1.2.406-412) #StormTossed
FERDINAND The ditty does remember my drowned father; This is no mortal business nor no sound That the earth owes. I hear it now above me. PROSPERO [to Miranda] The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond. MIRANDA What is’t, a spirit? Lord, how it looks about. Believe me, […]
Continue ReadingFull fathom five… (1.2.397-405) #StormTossed
ARIEL [Sings.] Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes, Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell. SPIRITS Ding dong. ARIEL Hark, now I hear them. SPIRITS Ding dong […]
Continue ReadingFerdinand… (1.2.388-396) #StormTossed
FERDINAND Where should this music be? I’th’ air, or th’earth? It sounds no more, and sure it waits upon Some god o’th’ island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the King my father’s wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air. Thence I […]
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