ANTONIO Will you grant with me That Ferdinand is drowned? SEBASTIAN He’s gone. ANTONIO Then tell me, Who’s the next heir of Naples? SEBASTIAN Claribel. ANTONIO She that is Queen of Tunis; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man’s life; she that from Naples Can have no note unless the sun were post— The […]
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No hope, great hope, hints and plots – and treason? (2.1.228-243) #StormTossed
SEBASTIAN Prithee, say on; The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim A matter from thee, and a birth, indeed, Which throes thee much to yield. ANTONIO Thus, sir: Although this lord of weak remembrance—this Who shall be of as little memory When he is earthed—hath here almost persuaded (For he’s a spirit of persuasion, […]
Continue ReadingEbbing, flowing, and rising above your destiny as a bottom-feeding fish (2.1.221-228) #StormTossed
SEBASTIAN Well, I am standing water. ANTONIO I’ll teach you how to flow. SEBASTIAN Do so. To ebb Hereditary sloth instructs me. ANTONIO O, If you but knew how you the purpose cherish Whiles thus you mock it, how in stripping it You more invest it. Ebbing men, indeed, Most often do so near the […]
Continue ReadingSnoring, winking, suggesting – and (almost) coming to the point (2.1.212-221) #StormTossed
SEBASTIAN What is it thou didst say? This is a strange repose, to be asleep With eyes wide open—standing, speaking, moving, And yet so fast asleep. ANTONIO Noble Sebastian, Thou let’st thy fortune sleep—die rather; wink’st Whiles thou art waking. SEBASTIAN Thou dost snore distinctly. There’s meaning in thy snores. ANTONIO I am more […]
Continue ReadingWide-awake, and plotting… (2.1.199-212) #StormTossed
SEBASTIAN What a strange drowsiness possesses them! ANTONIO It is the quality o’th’ climate. SEBASTIAN Why Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not Myself disposed to sleep. ANTONIO Nor I. My spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropped, as by a thunderstroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian, O, […]
Continue ReadingSleepyheads! but not everyone… (2.1.186-198) #StormTossed
ANTONIO Nay, good my lord, be not angry. GONZALO No, I warrant you, I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy. ANTONIO Go sleep, and hear us. [All sleep except Alonso, Sebastian and Antonio.] ALONSO What, all so soon asleep? I wish mine eyes Would, […]
Continue ReadingTalking of nothing, and echoes of Hotspur? (2.1.171-185) #StormTossed
GONZALO And—do you mark me, sir?— ALONSO Prithee, no more. Thou dost talk nothing to me. GONZALO I do well believe your highness, and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that they always use to laugh at nothing. ANTONIO ’Twas you we laughed at. GONZALO […]
Continue ReadingA Golden Age (and lots of biblical echoes) (2.1.160-170) #StormTossed
GONZALO All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour; treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine Would I not have; but nature should bring forth Of its own kind all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people. SEBASTIAN No marrying ’mongst his subjects? ANTONIO None, man, all […]
Continue ReadingIf Gonzalo were king of the world (or at least of this island…) (2.1.144-159) #StormTossed
GONZALO Had I plantation of this isle, my lord— ANTONIO He’d sow’t with nettle-seed. SEBASTIAN Or docks, or mallows. GONZALO And were the king on’t, what would I do? SEBASTIAN ’Scape being drunk, for want of wine. GONZALO I’th’ commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things, for no kind of traffic Would I admit; […]
Continue ReadingRubbing salt into wounds (2.1.137-143) #StormTossed
GONZALO My lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, And time to speak it in. You rub the sore When you should bring the plaster. SEBASTIAN Very well. ANTONIO And most chirurgeonly! GONZALO It is foul weather in us all, good sir, When you are cloudy. SEBASTIAN Foul weather? ANTONIO Very foul. […]
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