Enter MIRANDA and PROSPERO [at a distance, unseen]. MIRANDA Alas now, pray you Work not so hard. I would the lightning had Burnt up those logs that you are enjoined to pile! Pray set it down and rest you. When this burns, ’Twill weep for having wearied you. My father Is hard at study; pray now, […]
Continue ReadingFerdinand, and unaccustomed manual labour (3.1.1-15) #StormTossed
Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log. FERDINAND There be some sports are painful and their labour Delight in them sets off. Some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters Point to rich ends. This my mean task Would be as heavy to me as odious, but The mistress which I serve quickens what’s […]
Continue ReadingBan’ ban’ Ca-caliban; freedom high-day, freedom! (2.2.170-183) #StormTossed
STEPHANO I prithee, now, lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the King and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here. Here, bear my bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we’ll fill him by and by. CALIBAN (Sings drunkenly.) Farewell master; farewell, farewell! TRINCULO A howling monster, a drunken monster! CALIBAN No more dams […]
Continue ReadingAn island full of good things, including the nimble marmoset! (actual pics) (2.2.157-169) #StormTossed
CALIBAN I’ll show thee the best springs; I’ll pluck thee berries; I’ll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! I’ll bear him no more sticks but follow thee, Thou wondrous man. TRINCULO A most ridiculous monster—to make a wonder of a poor drunkard! CALIBAN I prithee, […]
Continue ReadingI will kiss thy foot! Be my god! history repeats… (2.2.145-156) #StormTossed
CALIBAN I’ll show thee every fertile inch o’th’ island, And I will kiss thy foot. I prithee, be my god. TRINCULO By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster; when’s god’s asleep, he’ll rob his bottle. CALIBAN I’ll kiss thy foot. I’ll swear myself thy subject. STEPHANO Come on, then, down and swear. TRINCULO […]
Continue ReadingGeese, the man in the moon, and how much wine in a butt? (2.2.128-144) #StormTossed
STEPHANO Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. TRINCULO O Stephano, hast any more of this? STEPHANO The whole butt, man. My cellar is in a rock by th’ seaside, where my wine is hid. How now, mooncalf, how does thine ague? CALIBAN Hast thou not dropped from heaven? […]
Continue ReadingGods with celestial liquor, and swimming like a duck (2.2.114-127) #StormTossed
CALIBAN These be fine things, an if they be not sprites; That’s a brave god and bears celestial liquor. I will kneel to him. STEPHANO How didst thou scape? How cam’st thou hither? Swear by this bottle how thou cam’st hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved o’erboard—by this bottle, […]
Continue ReadingA touching, drunken, smelly reunion: two Neapolitans ’scaped! (2.2.98-113) #StormTossed
TRINCULO Stephano? If thou be’st Stephano, touch me and speak to me, for I am Trinculo! Be not afeard – thy good friend Trinculo. STEPHANO If thou be’st Trinculo, come forth. I’ll pull thee by the lesser legs. If any be Trinculo’s legs, these are they. [Pulls him from under the cloak.] Thou art very […]
Continue ReadingA two-mouthed, two-voiced monster; a devil! (2.2.86-97) #StormTossed
TRINCULO I should know that voice. It should be – but he is drowned, and these are devils. O, defend me! STEPHANO Four legs and two voices – a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract. If […]
Continue ReadingMonster! have a drink, it’ll make everything better (2.2.70-85) #StormTossed
CALIBAN Do not torment me, prithee. I’ll bring my wood home faster. STEPHANO He’s in his fit now and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle; if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit. If I can recover him and keep him tame, […]
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