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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Alonso speaks; Ferdinand can swim! (2.1.107-123) #StormTossed
ALONSO You cram these words into mine ears, against The stomach of my sense. Would I had never Married my daughter there, for coming thence My son is lost and (in my rate) she too, Who is so far from Italy removed I ne’er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Of Naples and […]
Continue ReadingMy doublet is so fresh, says Gonzalo! Alonso is about to snap… (2.1.95-106) #StormTossed
GONZALO I— ANTONIO Why, in good time. GONZALO Sir, we were talking that our garments seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now Queen. ANTONIO And the rarest that e’er came there. SEBASTIAN Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. ANTONIO O, widow Dido? Ay, […]
Continue ReadingWidow Dido, widow Dido, say it three times fast… (2.1.75-94) #StormTossed
ADRIAN Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their queen. GONZALO Not since widow Dido’s time. ANTONIO Widow? A pox o’that. How came that widow in? Widow Dido! SEBASTIAN What if he had said widower Aeneas too? Good lord, how you take it! ADRIAN Widow Dido, said you? You make me study […]
Continue ReadingSuspiciously 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 […]
Continue ReadingFragrant 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 […]
Continue ReadingChicken 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 […]
Continue ReadingGonzalo’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 […]
Continue ReadingGonzalo, philosophy going down like cold porridge (2.1.1-13) #StormTossed
EnterALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO and others. GONZALO Beseech you, sir, be merry. You have cause (So have we all) of joy, for our escape Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe Is common: every day some sailor’s wife, The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Have just our theme […]
Continue ReadingCome 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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