A noise of hunters heard. Enter diverse Spirits in shape of dogs and hounds, hunting them about, Prospero and Ariel setting them on. PROSPERO Hey, Mountain, hey! ARIEL Silver! There it goes, Silver! PROSPERO Fury, Fury! There, Tyrant, there! Hark, hark! [The Spirits chase Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo off stage.] Go, charge my goblins that […]
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Obscurity, livery, tenuous puns, and a fool’s coat (4.1.236-254) #StormTossed
STEPHANO Be you quiet, monster. Mistress Line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line! Now jerkin you are like to lose your hair and prove a bald jerkin. TRINCULO Do, do. We steal by line and level, an’t like your grace. STEPHANO I thank thee for that jest; here’s a […]
Continue ReadingTrash and frippery (4.1.222-235) #StormTossed
TRINCULO [Sees the clothes.] O King Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! Look what a wardrobe here is for thee! CALIBAN Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash. TRINCULO O ho, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery! O King Stephano! [Puts on a garment.] STEPHANO Put off that gown, Trinculo. By […]
Continue ReadingLost your bottle? bathos and bloody thoughts (4.1.208-221) #StormTossed
TRINCULO Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool. STEPHANO There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss. TRINCULO That’s more to me than my wetting, yet this is your harmless fairy, monster. STEPHANO I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o’er ears for my labour. […]
Continue ReadingNot a harmless fairy after all, and, smelling all horse piss (4.1.194-207) #StormTossed
Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO and TRINCULO, all wet. CALIBAN Pray you tread softly, that the blind mole may Not hear a footfall. We are now near his cell. STEPHANO Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the jack with us. TRINCULO Monster, I do smell all horse piss, […]
Continue ReadingNature and nurture, and trumpery (all that glisters…) (4.1.185-193SD) #StormTossed
PROSPERO Thy shape invisible retain thou still. The trumpery in my house: go bring it hither, For stale to catch these thieves. ARIEL I go, I go. Exit. PROSPERO A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains Humanely taken—all, all lost, quite lost! And, as with […]
Continue ReadingA merry dance, to a stinking bog (4.1.175-184) #StormTossed
ARIEL Then I beat my tabor, At which like unbacked colts they pricked their ears, Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses As they smelt music; so I charmed their ears That calf-like they my lowing followed, through Toothed briars, sharp furzes, pricking gorse and thorns, Which entered their frail shins. At last I […]
Continue ReadingAn update on the drunken varlets (4.1.165-175) #StormTossed
Enter ARIEL. ARIEL Thy thoughts I cleave to. What’s thy pleasure? PROSPERO Spirit, we must prepare to meet with Caliban. ARIEL Ay, my commander. When I presented Ceres, I thought to have told thee of it, but I feared Lest I might anger thee. PROSPERO Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? ARIEL I […]
Continue ReadingMy beating mind (and, how old is Prospero?) (4.1.158-164) #StormTossed
PROSPERO Sir, I am vexed; Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled. Be not disturbed with my infirmity. If you be pleased, retired into my cell And there repose. A turn or two I’ll walk To still my beating mind. FERDINAND, MIRANDA We wish your peace. Exeunt. PROSPERO Come with a thought, I […]
Continue ReadingOur revels … such stuff as dreams are made on (4.1.146-158) #StormTossed
PROSPERO You do look, my son, in a moved sort, As if you were dismayed. Be cheerful, sir. Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air; And – like the baseless fabric of this vision – The cloud-capped towers, the […]
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