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WHAT, MUST OUR MOUTHS BE COLD?
[ ID: A poster with a white outline of The Tempest. The main focus is the ocean that takes up majority of the page, the words resting above it reading, "W. Shakespeare's The Tempest" with the "p" above a small boat. Under the sea various cards in various closeness have Miranda, Ariel, Caliban, Ferdinand, Alonso, and Trinculo on them from top to bottom. At the very bottom, Prospero, Stephano, Gonzalo, Antonio, and Sycorax sit around a table. Prospero throws his hands in the air, with bubbles to motion to the cards. END ID ]
Trinculo. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' 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 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 possible, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange 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 o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered 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.
William Shakespeare: The Complete Works, The Tempest (Act II, Scene II)
Do you think Stephano and Trinculo ever explored each other’s bodies?
Trinculo (Toronto/Andiamo/Isben) 2020 Westfalen NA gelding
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1989
I should run a blog for shitty shakespeare adaptations purely because my brain is so full of them: the tempest but trinculo owns a juul, Macbeth but the witches are just him talking to siri, Romeo & Juliet but tybalt is followed by a pack of actual live cats because he’s prince of cats/rat catcher, hamlet but Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are puppets that various actors have to maneuver, midsummer but peter quince is a chain-smoking french movie director