Release 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 […]

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Trash 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 […]

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Nature 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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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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