Sebastian’s cruelty and insidious racism (2.1.124-137) #StormTossed

SEBASTIAN    Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss, That would not bless our Europe with your daughter But rather loose her to an African, Where she at least is banished from your eye, Who hath cause to wet the grief on’t. ALONSO                                                         Prithee, peace. SEBASTIAN    You were kneeled to and importuned otherwise By […]

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Suspiciously pristine clothes… (2.1.60-69) #StormTossed

GONZALO       But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost beyond credit— SEBASTIAN    As many vouched rarities are. GONZALO       That our garments being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and gloss, being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water. ANTONIO       If but one of his pockets could speak, would […]

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Fragrant or smelly, arid or lush? (2.1.49-59) #StormTossed

ADRIAN          The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. SEBASTIAN    As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. ANTONIO       Or, as ’twere perfumed by a fen. GONZALO       Here is everything advantageous to life. ANTONIO       True, save means to live. SEBASTIAN    Of that there’s none, or little. GONZALO       How lush and lusty the grass looks! How […]

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Chicken jokes on a desert island (2.1.30-48) #StormTossed

ANTONIO       Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow? SEBASTIAN    The old cock. ANTONIO       The cockerel. SEBASTIAN    Done! The wager? ANTONIO       A laughter. SEBASTIAN    A match! ADRIAN          Though this island seem to be desert— ANTONIO       Ha, ha, ha. SEBASTIAN    So, you’re paid. ADRIAN          Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible— SEBASTIAN    Yet— ADRIAN          […]

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Gonzalo’s wit, and Sebastian’s sarcasm (2.1.14-29) #StormTossed

SEBASTIAN    Look, he’s winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike— GONZALO       [to Alonso] Sir— SEBASTIAN    One. Tell. GONZALO       When every grief is entertained that’s offered, comes to th’entertainer— SEBASTIAN    A dollar. GONZALO       Dolour comes to him, indeed. You have spoken truer than you purposed. SEBASTIAN    You have taken it […]

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Come on, everyone, off we go – end of the scene (finally…) (1.2.494-502) #StormTossed

  PROSPERO                             [to Ferdinand] Come on.— Thou hast done well, fine Ariel. – Follow me;– Hark what else thou shalt do me. MIRANDA                              [to Ferdinand] Be of comfort; My father’s of a better nature, sir, Than he appears by speech. This is unwonted Which now comes from him. PROSPERO                                         [to Ariel] Thou shalt be as […]

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