Enter a drunken butler, and sharp-tongued Kate (2.2.41-54) #StormTossed

Enter STEPHANO singing. STEPHANO                            I shall no more to sea, to sea, Here shall I die ashore. This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man’s funeral. Well, here’s my comfort.                   Drinks [and then] sings. The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I; The gunner and his mate, Loved Mall, Meg, and Marian, and […]

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Bellowing beasts! a whole herd of lions, honest! (2.1.311-328) #StormTossed

SEBASTIAN    Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Even now we heard a hollow burst of bellowing, Like bulls, or rather lions. Did’t not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly. ALONSO                                                         I heard nothing. ANTONIO       O, ’twas a din to fright a monster’s ear— To make an earthquake! Sure it was the roar […]

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Conscience, what conscience? it was mine for the taking (2.1.270-281) #StormTossed

ANTONIO                   And how does your content Tender your own good fortune? SEBASTIAN                                        I remember You did supplant your brother Prospero. ANTONIO                                                                   True: And look how well my garments sit upon me Much feater than before. My brother’s servants Were then my fellows; now they are my men. SEBASTIAN    But for your conscience? ANTONIO       Ay, sir, […]

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Sleep, death, treason, fratricide – is Sebastian really clever or really stupid? (2.1.255-270) #StormTossed

SEBASTIAN    What stuff is this? How say you? ’Tis true my brother’s daughter’s Queen of Tunis, So is she heir of Naples, ’twixt which regions There is some space. ANTONIO                               A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out, ‘How shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake’. […]

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