Enter 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 […]

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Bellowing 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 […]

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