To eat or not to eat? (3.3.40-52) #StormTossed

FRANCISCO    They vanished strangely! SEBASTIAN                                        No matter, since They have left their viands behind, for we have stomachs. Will’t please you taste of what is here? ALONSO                                                         Not I. GONZALO       Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys, Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dewlapped like bulls, whose throats had hanging at […]

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Friendly, if monstrous… (3.3.27-39) #StormTossed

GONZALO                                           If in Naples I should report this now, would they believe me? If I should say I saw such islanders (For certes, these are people of the island), Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet note Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you shall find Many—nay, almost any. […]

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Marvellous music! Unicorns and phoenixes! (with actual pictures!) (3.3.18-27) #StormTossed

ALONSO         What harmony is this? My good friends, hark! GONZALO       Marvellous sweet music! ALONSO         Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these? SEBASTIAN    A living drollery! Now I will believe That there are unicorns; that in Arabia There is one tree, the phoenix’ throne, one phoenix At this hour reigning there. ANTONIO                                           I’ll believe both; […]

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Solemn and strange music, and a banquet (3.3.11-17SD) #StormTossed

ANTONIO       [aside to Sebastian] I am right glad that he’s so out of hope. Do not, for one repulse, forgo the purpose That you resolved t’effect. SEBASTIAN    [aside to Antonio]                   The next advantage Will we take throughly. ANTONIO                                           Let it be tonight, For now they are oppressed with travail; they Will not, nor cannot, […]

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Gonzalo and the King – exhausted and out of hope (3.3.1-10) #StormTossed

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO and others. GONZALO       By’r lakin, I can go no further, sir; My old bones aches. Here’s a maze trod, indeed, Through forthrights and meanders! By your patience, I needs must rest me. ALONSO                                             Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself attached with weariness To th’ dulling of […]

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Be not afeard… (3.2.133-143) #StormTossed

CALIBAN        Art thou afeard? STEPHANO    No, monster, not I. CALIBAN        Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices, That if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep […]

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A song to pass the time – and Ariel, invisible (3.2.113-132) #StormTossed

CALIBAN        Within this half hour will he be asleep. Wilt thou destroy him then? STEPHANO                                                    Ay, on my honour. ARIEL             [aside] This will I tell my master. CALIBAN        Thou mak’st me merry; I am full of pleasure. Let us be jocund. Will you troll the catch You taught me but whilere? STEPHANO    At thy request, […]

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