The ship is undamaged – and ready to set sail once more (5.1.213-226) #StormTossed

ALONSO         [to Ferdinand and Miranda] Give me your hands. Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart That doth not wish you joy. GONZALO                                                       Be it so; amen. Enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following.                         O look, sir, look, sir; here is more of us! I prophesied, if a gallows were on land This fellow […]

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Joy and heavenly blessings, as (all?) losses are restored (5.1.200-213) #StormTossed

GONZALO                                           I have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, And on this couple drop a blessed crown, For it is you that have chalked forth the way Which brought us thither. ALONSO                                             I say ‘amen’, Gonzalo. GONZALO       Was Milan thrust from Milan that his issue Should become kings […]

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Is she a goddess? not quite… (5.1.185-200) #StormTossed

ALONSO         What is this maid with whom thou wast at play? Your eld’st acquaintance cannot be three hours. Is she the goddess that hath severed us And brought us thus together? FERDINAND                                                   Sir, she is mortal, But by immortal providence she’s mine; I chose her when I could not ask my father For his advice, […]

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O brave new world! (5.1.172-184) #StormTossed

MIRANDA      Sweet lord, you play me false. FERDINAND                                                   No, my dearest love, I would not for the world. MIRANDA      Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, And I would call it fair play. ALONSO                                                         If this prove A vision of the island, one dear son Shall I twice lose. SEBASTIAN                                        A most high […]

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Discovered, playing at chess (5.1.162-171SD) #StormTossed

PROSPERO                                         No more yet of this, For ’tis a chronicle of day by day, Not a relation for a breakfast, nor Befitting this first meeting. – Welcome, sir. This cell’s my court; here have I few attendants, And subjects none abroad. Pray you, look in, My dukedom since you have given me again, I will […]

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Wonder and amazement, continued (5.1.148-162) #StormTossed

ALONSO                                                         A daughter? O heavens, that they were living both in Naples, The king and queen there! That they were, I wish Myself were mudded in that oozy bed Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? PROSPERO     In this last tempest. –I perceive these lords At this encounter do so much […]

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I have lost my daughter, says Prospero (5.1.134-148) #StormTossed

ALONSO                                 If thou be’st Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation, How thou has met us here, whom three hours since Were wrecked upon this shore, where I have lost (How sharp the point of this remembrance is!) My dear son Ferdinand. PROSPERO                                         I am woe for’t, sir. ALONSO         Irreparable is the loss, and […]

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Prospero magnanimous (still), Sebastian cornered, Antonio silent… (5.1.125-134) #StormTossed

PROSPERO                                         Welcome, my friends all; [aside to Sebastian and Antonio] But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, I here could pluck his highness’ frown upon you And justify you traitors! At this time I will tell no tales. SEBASTIAN                                        The devil speaks in him! PROSPERO                                                                                         No. For you, most wicked […]

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It’s me, Prospero! I’m not a ghost! (5.1.104-111) #StormTossed

GONZALO       All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement Inhabits here. Some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country. PROSPERO                                                     Behold, sir King, The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero! For more assurance that a living prince Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body, And to thee and thy company I bid A hearty […]

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