In literature a drama genre deserves your attention. Dramas are usually called plays. Every person is made up of two parts: good and evil. Due to life circumstances, the human reveals one or another side of his nature. In drama we can see the full range of emotions : it can be love, jealousy, hatred, fear, etc. The best drama books are full of dialogue. This type of drama is one of the oldest forms of storytelling and has existed almost since the beginning of humanity. Drama genre - these are events that involve a lot of people. People most often suffer in this genre, because they are selfish. People always think to themselves first, they want have a benefit.The Tempest by William Shakespeare (ebook reader color screen TXT) š
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Whiles thou art waking.
Seb.
Thou dost snore distinctly;
Thereās meaning in thy snores.
210 Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do
Trebles thee oāer.
Seb.
Well, I am standing water.
Ant. Iāll teach you how to flow.
Seb.
Do so: to ebb
Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Ant.
O,
215 If you but knew how you the purpose cherish
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so near the bottom run
By their own fear or sloth.
Seb.
Prithee, say on:
220 The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.
Ant.
Thus, sir:
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,
Who shall be of as little memory
II. 1. 225 When he is earthād, hath here almost persuaded,ā
For heās a spirit of persuasion, only
Professes to persuade,āthe king his sonās alive,
āTis as impossible that heās undrownād
As he that sleeps here swims.
Seb.
I have no hope
That heās undrownād.
Ant.
230 O, out of that āno hopeā
What great hope have you! no hope that way is
Another way so high a hope that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with me
That Ferdinand is drownād?
Seb.
Heās gone.
Ant.
235 Then, tell me,
Whoās the next heir of Naples?
Seb.
Claribel.
Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells
Ten leagues beyond manās life; she that from Naples
Can have no note, unless the sun were post,ā
240 The man iā the moonās too slow,ātill new-born chins
Be rough and razorable; she that from whom
We all were sea-swallowād, though some cast again,
And by that destiny, to perform an act
Whereof whatās past is prologue; what to come,
In yours and my discharge.
Seb.
245 What stuff is this! How say you?
āTis true, my brotherās daughterās queen of Tunis;
So is she heir of Naples; ātwixt which regions
There is some space.
Ant.
A space whose every cubit
Seems to cry out, āHow shall that Claribel
II. 1. 250 Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,
And let Sebastian wake.ā Say, this were death
That now hath seized them; why, they were no worse
Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples
As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate
255 As amply and unnecessarily
As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
For your advancement! Do you understand me?
Seb. Methinks I do.
Ant.
260 And how does your content
Tender your own good fortune?
Seb.
I remember
You did supplant your brother Prospero.
Ant.
True:
And look how well my garments sit upon me;
Much feater than before: my brotherās servants
265 Were then my fellows; now they are my men.
Seb. But for your conscience.
Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if ātwere a kibe,
āTwould put me to my slipper: but I feel not
This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,
270 That stand ātwixt me and Milan, candied be they,
And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon,
If he were that which now heās like, thatās dead;
Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it,
II. 1. 275 Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
Theyāll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;
280 Theyāll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.
Seb.
Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou gotāst Milan,
Iāll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou payest;
And I the king shall love thee.
Ant.
285 Draw together;
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.
Seb.
O, but one word. They talk apart.
Re-enter Ariel invisible.Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger
That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth,ā
290 For else his project dies,āto keep them living.
Sings in Gonzaloās ear.
While you here do snoring lie,
Open-eyed conspiracy
His time doth take.
If of life you keep a care,
295 Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake, awake!
Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
Gon.
Now, good angels
Preserve the king! They wake.
Alon. Why, how now? ho, awake!āWhy are you drawn?
Wherefore this ghastly looking?
Gon.
II. 1. 300 Whatās the matter?
Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
Like bulls, or rather lions: didāt not wake you?
It struck mine ear most terribly.
Alon.
I heard nothing.
305 Ant. O, ātwas a din to fright a monsterās ear,
To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.
Alon.
Heard you this, Gonzalo?
Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming,
And that a strange one too, which did awake me:
310 I shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes openād,
I saw their weapons drawn:āthere was a noise,
Thatās verily. āTis best we stand upon our guard,
Or that we quit this place: letās draw our weapons.
Alon. Lead off this ground; and letās make further search
For my poor son.
Gon.
315 Heavens keep him from these beasts!
For he is, sure, iā thā island.
Alon.
Lead away.
Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done:
So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. Exeunt.
II. 2 Scene II. Another part of the island. Enter Caliban with a burden of wood. A noise of thunder heard.Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. But theyāll nor pinch,
5 Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me iā the mire,
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid āem: but
For every trifle are they set upon me;
Sometime like apes, that mow and chatter at me,
10 And after bite me; then like hedgehogs, which
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mount
Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.
Enter Trinculo.Lo, now, lo!
15 Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
For bringing wood in slowly. Iāll fall flat;
Perchance he will not mind me.
Trin. Hereās neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing iā 20 the wind: yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he II. 2. 25 smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange 30 beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm oā my troth! I do now let loose my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered 35 by a thunderbolt. [Thunder.] Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.
Enter Stephano, singing: a bottle in his hand.40 Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,
Here shall I die a-shore,ā
This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a manās funeral: well, hereās my comfort. Drinks.
[Sings. The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,
45 The gunner, and his mate,
Loved Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us cared for Kate;
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, Go hang!
II. 2. 50 She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch;
Yet a tailor might scratch her whereāer she did itch.
Then, to sea, boys, and let her go hang!
This is a scurvy tune too: but hereās my comfort. Drinks.
Cal. Do not torment me:āO!
55 Ste. Whatās the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon ās with savages and men of Ind, ha? I have not scaped drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground; and it shall be 60 said so again, while Stephano breathes atās nostrils.
Cal. The spirit torments me:āO!
Ste. This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief, if it be 65 but for that. If I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, heās a present for any emperor that ever trod on neatās-leather.
Cal. Do not torment me, prithee; Iāll bring my wood home faster.
70 Ste. Heās 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, I will not take too much for him; he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.
II. 2. 75 Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.
Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to
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