ARIEL I boarded the King’s ship: now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin I flamed amazement. Sometime I’d divide And burn in many places—on the topmast, The yards and bowsprit would I flame distinctly, Then meet and join. Jove’s lightning, the precursors O’th’ dreadful thunderclaps, more momentary And sight-outrunning […]
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Enter Ariel… (with pictures!) (1.2.189-195) #StormTossed
Enter ARIEL. ARIEL All hail, great master; grave sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure, be’t to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curled clouds. To thy strong bidding, task Ariel and all his quality. PROSPERO Hast thou, spirit, Performed to point the tempest that I bade thee? […]
Continue ReadingNow, I must act now, and, approach, my Ariel… (1.2.177-188) #StormTossed
PROSPERO Know thus far forth: By accident most strange, bountiful fortune (Now, my dear lady) hath mine enemies Brought to this shore; and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop. Here cease more […]
Continue ReadingA prince’s education, and a beating mind (1.2.169-177) #StormTossed
PROSPERO Now I arise. Sit still and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island we arrived, and here Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Than other princes can that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. MIRANDA Heavens thank you for’t. And now I pray you, […]
Continue ReadingBooks and clothes, divine providence and human goodness (1.2.159-169) #StormTossed
MIRANDA How came we ashore? PROSPERO By providence divine. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity – who, being then appointed Master of this design – did give us, with Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries, Which since have steaded much; so of his gentleness, […]
Continue ReadingSet adrift to certain death? and, an angel (1.2.144-158) #StormTossed
PROSPERO In few, they hurried us aboard a bark, Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepared A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast—the very rats Instinctively have quit it. There they hoist us To cry to th’ sea that roared to us, to sigh To th’ winds, […]
Continue ReadingWhy not murder? smiling villains… (1.2.135-143) #StormTossed
PROSPERO Hear a little further, And then I’ll bring thee to the present business Which now’s upon’s, without the which this story Were most impertinent. MIRANDA Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us? PROSPERO Well demanded, wench: My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not, So dear the love my people bore me, […]
Continue ReadingBetrayal at midnight, and a sobbing child (1.2.127-135) #StormTossed
PROSPERO Whereon— A treacherous army levied—one midnight Fated to th’purpose did Antonio open The gates of Milan and i’th’ dead of darkness The ministers for th’ purpose hurried thence Me and thy crying self. MIRANDA Alack, for pity. I, not rememb’ring how I cried out then, Will cry it o’er again. It is a hint […]
Continue ReadingThe plot to depose Prospero (finally…) (1.2.117-127) #StormTossed
PROSPERO Mark his condition and th’event, then tell me If this might be a brother. MIRANDA I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother; Good wombs have borne bad sons. PROSPERO Now the condition. This King of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother’s suit, Which was that he, in […]
Continue ReadingConsorting with foreign powers! (1.2.107-116) #StormTossed
PROSPERO To have no screen between this part he played And him he played it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough. Of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable; confederates, So dry he was for sway, wi’th’ King of Naples To give him annual tribute, […]
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