Conscience, what conscience? it was mine for the taking (2.1.270-281) #StormTossed

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’. […]

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Who’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 […]

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No 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, […]

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Ebbing, 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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