Group The Tempest
Group The Tempest
Group The Tempest
The Tempest
William Shakespeare
Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the Nymphs in a graceful
dance; towards the end whereof PROSPERO starts suddenly, and speaks; after
which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish
PROSPERO: [Aside] I had forgot that foul conspiracy
Of the beast Caliban and his confederates
Against my life: the minute of their plot
Is almost come.
To the Spirits
WELL DONE! AVOID; NO MORE!
FERDINAND: This is strange: your father’s in some passion
That works him strongly.
MIRANDA: Never till this day
Saw I him touch’d with anger so distemper’d.
PROSPERO: You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
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