ANTONIO And how does your content Tender your own good fortune? SEBASTIAN I remember You did supplant your brother Prospero. ANTONIO True: And look how well my garments sit upon me Much feater than before. My brother’s servants Were then my fellows; now they are my men. SEBASTIAN But for your conscience? ANTONIO Ay, sir, […]
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Sleep, death, treason, fratricide – is Sebastian really clever or really stupid? (2.1.255-270) #StormTossed
SEBASTIAN What stuff is this? How say you? ’Tis true my brother’s daughter’s Queen of Tunis, So is she heir of Naples, ’twixt which regions There is some space. ANTONIO A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out, ‘How shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake’. […]
Continue ReadingWho’s the next heir of Naples?! (2.1.243-254) #StormTossed
ANTONIO Will you grant with me That Ferdinand is drowned? SEBASTIAN He’s gone. ANTONIO Then tell me, Who’s the next heir of Naples? SEBASTIAN Claribel. ANTONIO She that is Queen of Tunis; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man’s life; she that from Naples Can have no note unless the sun were post— The […]
Continue ReadingNo hope, great hope, hints and plots – and treason? (2.1.228-243) #StormTossed
SEBASTIAN Prithee, say on; The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim A matter from thee, and a birth, indeed, Which throes thee much to yield. ANTONIO Thus, sir: Although this lord of weak remembrance—this Who shall be of as little memory When he is earthed—hath here almost persuaded (For he’s a spirit of persuasion, […]
Continue ReadingEbbing, flowing, and rising above your destiny as a bottom-feeding fish (2.1.221-228) #StormTossed
SEBASTIAN Well, I am standing water. ANTONIO I’ll teach you how to flow. SEBASTIAN Do so. To ebb Hereditary sloth instructs me. ANTONIO O, If you but knew how you the purpose cherish Whiles thus you mock it, how in stripping it You more invest it. Ebbing men, indeed, Most often do so near the […]
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