Gonzalo weeps; can Prospero feel pity? (5.1.11-20) #StormTossed

ARIEL                                                             The King, His brother and yours abide all three distracted, And the remainder mourning over them, Brimful of sorrow and dismay, but chiefly Him that you termed, sir, the good old Lord Gonzalo. His tears run down his beard like winter’s drops From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works ’em That […]

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Act 5 begins! everything is ready (5.1.1-11) #StormTossed

Enter PROSPERO, in his magic robes, and ARIEL. PROSPERO     Now does my project gather to a head. My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage. How’s the day? ARIEL             On the sixth hour, at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease. PROSPERO                                                     I did say so, When first […]

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Release the hounds! (4.1.255-266) #StormTossed

A noise of hunters heard. Enter diverse Spirits in shape of dogs and hounds, hunting them about, Prospero and Ariel setting them on. PROSPERO     Hey, Mountain, hey! ARIEL             Silver! There it goes, Silver! PROSPERO     Fury, Fury! There, Tyrant, there! Hark, hark! [The Spirits chase Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo off stage.] Go, charge my goblins that […]

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Trash and frippery (4.1.222-235) #StormTossed

TRINCULO      [Sees the clothes.] O King Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! Look what a wardrobe here is for thee! CALIBAN        Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash. TRINCULO      O ho, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery! O King Stephano! [Puts on a garment.] STEPHANO    Put off that gown, Trinculo. By […]

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Nature and nurture, and trumpery (all that glisters…) (4.1.185-193SD) #StormTossed

PROSPERO     Thy shape invisible retain thou still. The trumpery in my house: go bring it hither, For stale to catch these thieves. ARIEL                                                             I go, I go.                     Exit. PROSPERO     A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains Humanely taken—all, all lost, quite lost! And, as with […]

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