A merry dance, to a stinking bog (4.1.175-184) #StormTossed

ARIEL                                     Then I beat my tabor, At which like unbacked colts they pricked their ears, Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses As they smelt music; so I charmed their ears That calf-like they my lowing followed, through Toothed briars, sharp furzes, pricking gorse and thorns, Which entered their frail shins. At last I […]

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An update on the drunken varlets (4.1.165-175) #StormTossed

Enter ARIEL. ARIEL             Thy thoughts I cleave to. What’s thy pleasure? PROSPERO     Spirit, we must prepare to meet with Caliban. ARIEL             Ay, my commander. When I presented Ceres, I thought to have told thee of it, but I feared Lest I might anger thee. PROSPERO     Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? ARIEL             I […]

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My beating mind (and, how old is Prospero?) (4.1.158-164) #StormTossed

PROSPERO                             Sir, I am vexed; Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled. Be not disturbed with my infirmity. If you be pleased, retired into my cell And there repose. A turn or two I’ll walk To still my beating mind. FERDINAND, MIRANDA                   We wish your peace.            Exeunt. PROSPERO     Come with a thought, I […]

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Spirits, avoid! and Prospero, enraged and troubled (4.1.139-145) #StormTossed

PROSPERO     [aside] I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban and his confederates Against my life. The minute of their plot Is almost come. [to the Spirits] Well done. Avoid, no more! [Spirits depart.] FERDINAND   [to Miranda] This is strange. Your father’s in some passion That works him strongly. MIRANDA                                                      Never till this […]

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Nymphs and reapers – a dance, dramatically halted… (4.1.128-138SD) #StormTossed

IRIS                 You nymphs, called naiads, of the windring brooks, With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks, Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land Answer your summons; Juno does command. Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate A contract of true love. Be not too late.                           Enter certain Nymphs.   You sunburned […]

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Rave reviews for the masque so far, and a Notorious Textual Crux (4.1.118-127) #StormTossed

FERDINAND   This is a most majestic vision, and Harmonious charmingly. May I be bold To think these spirits? PROSPERO                                         Spirits, which by mine art I have from their confines called to enact My present fancies. FERDINAND                                       Let me live here ever! So rare a wondered father and a wise Makes this place paradise. Juno and […]

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A goddesses’ duet… (4.1.101-117) #StormTossed

CERES                                     Highest queen of state, Great Juno comes; I know her by her gait. JUNO               How does my bounteous sister? Go with me To bless this twain that they may prosperous be, And honoured in their issue.                                     […]

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Are Venus and Cupid coming too? (4.1.86-101) #StormTossed

CERES                                     Tell me, heavenly bow, If Venus or her son, as thou dost know, Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot The means that dusky Dis my daughter got, Her and her blind boy’s scandaled company I have forsworn. IRIS                                         Of her society Be not afraid. I met her deity Cutting the clouds […]

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