Ferdinand: everything’s fine, so long as I can see Miranda (1.2.484-494) #StormTossed

PROSPERO     [to Ferdinand] Come on, obey: Thy nerves are in their infancy again And have no vigour in them. FERDINAND                                                   So they are! My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father’s loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, nor this man’s threats (To whom I am […]

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On a scale of Caliban to angel, where is Ferdinand? (1.2.476-484) #StormTossed

PROSPERO                             Silence! One word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What, An advocate for an impostor? Hush. Thou think’st there is no more such shapes as he, Having seen but him and Caliban. Foolish wench, To th’ most of men, this is a Caliban, And they to him are angels. MIRANDA                                                      […]

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Drop it, Ferdinand! (drop it, Prospero…) (1.2.467-476) #StormTossed

MIRANDA                              O dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him, for He’s gentle and not fearful. PROSPERO                                                     What, I say, My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor, Who mak’st a show but dar’st not strike, thy conscience Is so possessed with guilt. Come from thy ward, For I can here disarm […]

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Don’t tell me what to do! *impedimenta!* (1.2.457-467) #StormTossed

FERDINAND                           No, as I am a man. MIRANDA      There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with’t. PROSPERO                             [to Ferdinand] Follow me.— Speak not you for him; he’s a traitor.—Come, I’ll manacle thy neck and feet together; Sea water […]

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Now, just you wait a minute, kids (1.2.448-457) #StormTossed

FERDINAND                                                   O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I’ll make you The Queen of Naples. PROSPERO                                         Soft, sir, one word more. [aside] They are both in either’s powers, but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light. [to Ferdinand] One word more. I charge thee […]

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The third man I ever saw *sigh* (1.2.439-448) #StormTossed

PROSPERO                             [aside] The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could control thee If now ’twere fit to do’t. At the first sight They have changed eyes. [to Ariel] Delicate Ariel, I’ll set thee free for this. [to Ferdinand] A word, good sir; I fear you have done yourself some wrong. A word. MIRANDA      […]

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They speak the same language! that’s amazing! (1.2.429-439) #StormTossed

FERDINAND                                       My language? Heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where ’tis spoken. PROSPERO                                                     How? The best? What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee? FERDINAND   A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me, And […]

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Goddess! are you from round here? (1.2.422-429) #StormTossed

FERDINAND                           Most sure the goddess On whom these airs attend!—Vouchsafe my prayer May know if you remain upon this island, And that you will some good instruction give How I may bear me here. My prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is (O, you wonder!) If you be maid or no? MIRANDA                                          No wonder, […]

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A thing divine! (1.2.413-422) #StormTossed

PROSPERO     No, wench, it eats and sleeps and hath such senses As we have—such. This gallant which thou seest Was in the wreck, and but he’s something stained With grief (that’s beauty’s canker) thou mightst call him A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows And strays about to find ’em. MIRANDA                                                      I might call […]

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What is Ferdinand? a spirit? (1.2.406-412) #StormTossed

FERDINAND   The ditty does remember my drowned father; This is no mortal business nor no sound That the earth owes. I hear it now above me. PROSPERO     [to Miranda]   The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond. MIRANDA                                                      What is’t, a spirit? Lord, how it looks about. Believe me, […]

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