ARIEL (Sings and helps to attire him.) Where the bee sucks, there suck I, In a cowslip’s bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat’s back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. PROSPERO Why, that’s my […]
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Hat and rapier, once more to be the Duke (5.1.79-87) #StormTossed
PROSPERO [aside] Their understanding Begins to swell, and the approaching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shore That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them That yet looks on me or would know me.—Ariel, Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell. [Exit Ariel and returns immediately.] I will discase me and […]
Continue ReadingProspero the magnanimous (5.1.64-79) #StormTossed
PROSPERO [aside] The charm dissolves apace, And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.—O good Gonzalo, My true preserver and a loyal sir To him thou follow’st, I will pay thy graces Home, both in word and […]
Continue ReadingA magic circle, music, madness, and fellow-feeling (5.1.57SD-64) #StormTossed
Here enters ARIEL before; then ALONSO with a frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO. They all enter the circle which Prospero had made and there stand charmed, which Prospero observing, speaks: PROSPERO A solemn air and the best comforter To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains (Now useless) boiled within thy skull. […]
Continue ReadingGiving up rough magic… (5.1.50-57) #StormTossed
PROSPERO But this rough magic I here abjure; and when I have required Some heavenly music (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I’ll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I’ll drown my […]
Continue ReadingSound and fury; Prospero’s so potent art (5.1.40-50) #StormTossed
PROSPERO … by whose aid— Weak masters though ye be—I have bedimmed The noontide sun, called forth the mutinous winds, And ’twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war; to the dread-rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove’s stout oak With his own bolt: the strong based promontory Have I […]
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