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Remember enjoying The Tempest and A Midsummer Night's Dream when I was a kid and decide to buy The Tempest now that I am 23.

Master:Boatswain!
Boatswain:Here, Master: what cheer?
Master:Good; speak to th' mariners: fall to't - yarely - or we run ourselves aground. Bestir, bestir. [Exit

Well I have no idea what the fuck I just read. Is there a tards guide?

>> No.3201904

fall back or we're gonna hit the coast

god damn retard

>> No.3201907

>>3201901
ah, monsieur, it is such a difficult work. but it is written in english, so what did you expect? do you speak english, monsieur?

>> No.3201911

>>3201904
>Boatswain!
>I'm here, Master; what is it?
>Good; speak to the mariners; get to it - indeed - or we'll sink. Go, go.

Essentially the above.

>> No.3201912

>>3201907
No

>> No.3201923

Master:Boatswain!
Boatswain:What?
Master:Tell them mariners to get shit sorted before we crash. [Exit

>> No.3201954
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3201954

buy the Folger's editions

problem solved

only way to read Willie

>> No.3201958

Master: yo!
Boatswain: 'ts crackin yo
Master: tell homeboy we fucked, boats and water and shit. where the fuck is my bong

>> No.3201974
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3201974

There's a storm and the captain is telling the men to get it in gear or they were all going to end up on the planet Water.

>> No.3202116

There are tards versions yes, with the original version and explanation on the side

>> No.3202194

Master:Forsoothe, ye olde windbagge.
Boatswain:By the queens prayer beads, what gives thou cause to call?
Master:Speak thee to yonder shellbacks, bid them ruffle the feathers of ye olde seabird lest she break a wing 'pon the lands lewd uprisings. Godspeed, Godspeed!