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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No tongue, all eyes! (I don’t think so…) (4.1.51-59) #StormTossed

PROSPERO     [to Ferdinand] Look thou be true. Do not give dalliance Too much the rein. The strongest oaths are straw To th’ fire i’th’ blood. Be more abstemious Or else good night your vow! FERDINAND                                       I warrant you, sir, The white cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardour of my liver. PROSPERO                                         Well!— […]

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