No Fear Shakespeare
The Tempest
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Act 3, Scene 3, Page 3
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ALONSO
I cannot too much
muse
Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing,
Although they want the use of tongue, a kind
Of excellent dumb discourse.
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ALONSO
I can’t stop being amazed by these shapes, sounds, and
gestures, which express, even without saying anything, a wonderful
kind of silent language.
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PROSPERO
(aside) Praise
in departing.
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PROSPERO
(to himself) Time to go.
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FRANCISCO
They vanished strangely.
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FRANCISCO
They vanished strangely.
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SEBASTIAN
No matter, since
They have left their viands behind, for we have stomachs.
Will ’t please you taste of what is here?
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SEBASTIAN
It’s all right, since they left their food behind, and
we’re hungry. Would you like to taste the banquet?
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ALONSO
Not I.
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ALONSO
Not me.
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GONZALO
Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys,
Who would believe that there were mountaineers
Dewlapped like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em
Wallets of flesh, or that there were such men
Whose heads stood in their breasts?—which now we find
Each putter-out of five for one will bring us
Good warrant of.
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GONZALO
I assure you, sir, there’s nothing to be afraid of.
When we were boys, who’d believe that there were mountain
people with rolls of skin around their necks, with their throats
hanging down? Or that there were men with heads in their
chests?—Nowadays travelers commonly report that these
things exist.
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ALONSO
I will stand to and feed,
Although my last. No matter, since I feel
The best is past. Brother, my lord the duke,
Stand to and do as we.
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ALONSO
I’ll start eating, even if this is my last supper.
It’s all right, since the best part of my life was over
anyway. Brother, Duke, please have some food.
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Thunder and lightning |
Thunder and lightning. |
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Enter ARIEL, like a harpy, claps his
wings upon the table, and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes |
ARIEL enters in the form of a harpy
ARIEL flaps his wings on the table, and the banquet
vanishes from the table |
