PROSPERO [Traces a circle.] Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime […]
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Prospero, (not) talking about his feelings (5.1.21-32) #StormTossed
PROSPERO Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself (One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they) be kindlier moved than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th’quick, Yet with my nobler reason ’gainst my fury Do […]
Continue ReadingGonzalo 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 […]
Continue ReadingAct 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 […]
Continue ReadingRelease 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 […]
Continue ReadingObscurity, livery, tenuous puns, and a fool’s coat (4.1.236-254) #StormTossed
STEPHANO Be you quiet, monster. Mistress Line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line! Now jerkin you are like to lose your hair and prove a bald jerkin. TRINCULO Do, do. We steal by line and level, an’t like your grace. STEPHANO I thank thee for that jest; here’s a […]
Continue ReadingTrash 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 […]
Continue ReadingLost your bottle? bathos and bloody thoughts (4.1.208-221) #StormTossed
TRINCULO Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool. STEPHANO There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss. TRINCULO That’s more to me than my wetting, yet this is your harmless fairy, monster. STEPHANO I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o’er ears for my labour. […]
Continue ReadingNot a harmless fairy after all, and, smelling all horse piss (4.1.194-207) #StormTossed
Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO and TRINCULO, all wet. CALIBAN Pray you tread softly, that the blind mole may Not hear a footfall. We are now near his cell. STEPHANO Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the jack with us. TRINCULO Monster, I do smell all horse piss, […]
Continue ReadingNature 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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