TRINCULO I should know that voice. It should be – but he is drowned, and these are devils. O, defend me! STEPHANO Four legs and two voices – a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract. If […]
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Monster! have a drink, it’ll make everything better (2.2.70-85) #StormTossed
CALIBAN Do not torment me, prithee. I’ll bring my wood home faster. STEPHANO He’s in his fit now and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle; if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit. If I can recover him and keep him tame, […]
Continue ReadingA monster with four legs… (2.2.55-69) #StormTossed
CALIBAN Do not torment me! O! STEPHANO What’s the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon’s with savages and men of Ind? Ha! I have not ’scaped drowning to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, ‘As proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot […]
Continue ReadingEnter a drunken butler, and sharp-tongued Kate (2.2.41-54) #StormTossed
Enter STEPHANO singing. STEPHANO I shall no more to sea, to sea, Here shall I die ashore. This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man’s funeral. Well, here’s my comfort. Drinks [and then] sings. The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I; The gunner and his mate, Loved Mall, Meg, and Marian, and […]
Continue ReadingFishier and fishier, but not actually a fish (2.2.32-40) #StormTossed
TRINCULO Legged like a man and his fins like arms! Warm, o’my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer: this is no fish, but an islander that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. Alas, the storm is come again. My best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is […]
Continue ReadingTrinculo sees a strange fish… (2.2.18-32) #StormTossed
TRINCULO Here’s neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i’th’ wind. Yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my […]
Continue ReadingCaliban’s back! and, scary hedgehogs (2.2.1-17) #StormTossed
CALIBAN All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him By inchmeal a disease! His spirits hear me, And yet I needs must curse. But they’ll nor pinch, Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i’th’ mire, Nor lead me, like a firebrand in the dark, Out […]
Continue ReadingBellowing beasts! a whole herd of lions, honest! (2.1.311-328) #StormTossed
SEBASTIAN Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Even now we heard a hollow burst of bellowing, Like bulls, or rather lions. Did’t not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly. ALONSO I heard nothing. ANTONIO O, ’twas a din to fright a monster’s ear— To make an earthquake! Sure it was the roar […]
Continue ReadingSave Gonzalo! Wake up! What’s the matter? (2.1.298-310) #StormTossed
Enter ARIEL with music and song. ARIEL My master through his art foresees the danger That you, his friend, are in, and sends me forth (For else his project dies) to keep them living. Sings in Gonzalo’s ear. While you here do snoring lie, Open-eyed conspiracy His time doth take. If of life you keep a […]
Continue ReadingThree inches of steel, that’s all it’ll take (2.1.281-297) #StormTossed
ANTONIO Here lies your brother, No better than the earth he lies upon. If he were that which now he’s like (that’s dead) Whom I with this obedient steel—three inches of it— Can lay to bed forever (whiles you, doing thus, To the perpetual wink for aye might put This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, […]
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