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We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. Boatswain Lay her a-hold, a-hold! Enter Mariners wet Mariners All lost! Boatswain What, must our mouths be cold? A confused noise within: 'Mercy on us! The wills above be done! The island. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. Is the storm overblown? And art thou living, Stephano? I will kneel to him. How camest thou hither? Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.

How now, moon-calf! I afeard of him! A very weak monster! A most poor credulous monster! Well drawn, monster, in good sooth! A most scurvy monster! A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! Wilt thou go with me? Freedom, hey-day! Lead the way. I must remove Some thousands of these logs and pile them up, Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress Weeps when she sees me work, and says, such baseness Had never like executor. I forget: But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours, Most busy lest, when I do it.

Pray, set it down and rest you: when this burns, Twill weep for having wearied you. This visitation shows it. I do beseech you— Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers— What is your name? Indeed the top of admiration! Hear my soul speak: The very instant that I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides, To make me slave to it; and for your sake Am I this patient log—man.

But this is trifling; And all the more it seeks to hide itself, The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning! And prompt me, plain and holy innocence! Servant-monster, drink to me. By this light, thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard. Let me lick thy shoe. Why, thou deboshed fish thou, was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day?

Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster? That a monster should be such a natural! Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee? I do not lie. Canst thou bring me to the party? Thou scurvy patch! I did nothing. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers!

Prithee, stand farther off. Come, proceed. Burn but his books. And bring thee forth brave brood. Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo? Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. Mercy upon us! Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.

I would I could see this tabourer; he lays it on. By your patience, I needs must rest me. Well, let him go. Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose That you resolved to effect. My good friends, hark! What were these? If I should say, I saw such islanders— For, certes, these are people of the island— Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note, Their manners are more gentle-kind than of Our human generation you shall find Many, nay, almost any.

Brother, my lord the duke, Stand to and do as we. Thunder and lightning. I have made you mad; And even with such-like valour men hang and drown Their proper selves. If you could hurt, Your swords are now too massy for your strengths And will not be uplifted. Thee of thy son, Alonso, They have bereft; and do pronounce by me: Lingering perdition, worse than any death Can be at once, shall step by step attend You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from— Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads—is nothing but heart-sorrow And a clear life ensuing.

ALONSO O, it is monstrous, monstrous: Methought the billows spoke and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass.

I do beseech you That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly And hinder them from what this ecstasy May now provoke them to. O Ferdinand, Do not smile at me that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise And make it halt behind her.

Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own. What, Ariel! Do you love me, master? Do not approach Till thou dost hear me call. Now come, my Ariel! No tongue! Juno sings her blessings upon you. May I be bold To think these spirits? Enter certain Nymphs You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary, Come hither from the furrow and be merry: Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on And these fresh nymphs encounter every one In country footing.

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This modern English translation is not only accurate but is also fluid and natural, allowing it to easily be read on its own or performed on stage. The original five-act structure has been preserved, with a one-to-one correspondence between each original line and each translated line.

As opposed to word-by-word translations or annotated versions of the original script, the present book provides a natural language translation. This study on New World-utopian politics in The Tempest traces paradigm shifts in literary criticism over the past six decades that have all but reinscribed the text into a political document.

This book challenges the view that the play has a dominant New World dimension and demonstrates through close textual readings how an unstable setting at the same time enables and effaces discursively over-invested New World interpretations. Almost no critical attention has been paid to the play's vacuum of power, and this work interprets pastoral, utopian, and 'American' tensions in light of the play's forever-ambiguous setting as well as through a 'presentist' post lens, an oft-neglected historical and political paradigm shift in Shakespeare criticism.

Revisiting The Tempest offers a lively reconsideration of how The Tempest encourages interpretation and creative appropriation. It includes a wide range of essays on theoretical and practical criticism focusing on the play's original dramatic context, on its signifying processes and its present-time screen remediation.

Shakespeare's actors did not receive a copy of the entire script but instead worked from 'cue-scripts' or 'part scripts' which contained only the lines and cues for a single character. The Renaissance Acting Editions provide cue-scripts for those who wish to experiment with the early modern acting process. Each play in the series consists of a set of cue-scripts and an unabridged prompt-script in modern font edited and prepared from William Shakespeare's First Folio of A 'platt' a. These editions are not direct transcriptions of the First Folio texts.

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