The TempestGraphic Arts Books, 23.02.2021 - 82 Seiten Prospero is the rightful Duke of Milan, who was disposed by his brother Antonio and forced to flee the country with his young daughter, Miranda. For years, they have occupied a remote island that’s suddenly disturbed by his brother’s return. A ship carrying a group of passengers including King Alonso and Antonio, the Duke of Milan, crash on an isolated island. The land has been home to Prospero, Antonio’s brother who is also the rightful duke. Prospero has used magic to bring the men to him where he plans to enact his revenge. But he must navigate the romance between his daughter Miranda, and the king’s son, Ferdinand, as well as the growing resentment of his manservant Caliban. The Tempest centers a family in crisis alongside a budding love story. It’s a captivating tale full of magic and striking visuals that amplify the characters’ internal conflict. The play was famously adapted for film in 2010 with Oscar-winner Helen Mirren as Prospera, a female version of Prospero. With an eye-catching new cover, and professionally typeset manuscript, this edition of The Tempest is both modern and readable. |
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... PROS.: Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? ARI.: To every article. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide, And ...
... PROS.: Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work. What is the time o'the day? ARI.: Past the mid season. PROS.: At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously. ARI.: Is ...
... PROS.: This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant; And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorr'd ...
... PROS.: Shake it off. Come on; We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. MIR.: 'Tis a villain, sir, I do not love to look on. PROS.: But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Fetch in our wood, and ...
... PROS.: Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee, Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodged thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child. CAL.: O ho, O ho! would ...