The virgin-knot bit, alas (4.1.13-23) #StormTossed

PROSPERO     Then as my gift and thine own acquisition Worthily purchased, take my daughter. But If thou dost break her virgin-knot before All sanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy rite be ministered, No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall To make this contract grow; but barren hate, Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew […]

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Monstrous guilt, and a plummet to a muddy bed (3.3.94-110) #StormTossed

GONZALO       I’th’ name of something holy, sir, why stand you In this strange stare? ALONSO                                             O, it is monstrous, monstrous! Methought the billows spoke and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder— That deep and dreadful organpipe—pronounced The name of Prosper. It did bass my trespass. Therefore my […]

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Harpy, you were WONDERFUL! (3.3.83-93) #StormTossed

PROSPERO     Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou Performed, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring. Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated In what thou hadst to say. So, with good life And observation strange, my meaner ministers Their several kinds have done. My high charms work, And these, mine enemies, are all […]

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REMEMBER and REPENT, says Ariel the harpy, IT’S TIME (3.3.68-82SD) #StormTossed

ARIEL                                     But remember (For that’s my business to you) that you three From Milan did supplant good Prospero, Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it, Him and his innocent child; for which foul deed, The powers delaying, not forgetting, have Incensed the seas and shores—yea, all the creatures— Against your peace. Thee of thy […]

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To eat or not to eat? (3.3.40-52) #StormTossed

FRANCISCO    They vanished strangely! SEBASTIAN                                        No matter, since They have left their viands behind, for we have stomachs. Will’t please you taste of what is here? ALONSO                                                         Not I. GONZALO       Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys, Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dewlapped like bulls, whose throats had hanging at […]

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Friendly, if monstrous… (3.3.27-39) #StormTossed

GONZALO                                           If in Naples I should report this now, would they believe me? If I should say I saw such islanders (For certes, these are people of the island), Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet note Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of Our human generation you shall find Many—nay, almost any. […]

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