Reading The Tempest — William Shakespeare

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I told you Sir, they were red‑hot with drinking,

So full of valour, that they smote the ayre

For breathing in their faces: beate the ground

For kissing of their feete; yet alwaies bending

Towards their proiect: then I beate my Tabor,

At which like vnback't colts they prickt their eares,

Aduanc'd their eye‑lids, lifted vp their noses

As they smelt musicke, so I charm'd their eares

That Calfe‑like, they my lowing follow'd, through

Tooth'd briars, sharpe firzes, pricking gosse, & thorns,

Which entred their fraile shins: at last I left them

I'th' filthy mantled poole beyond your Cell,

There dancing vp to th' chins, that the fowle Lake

Ore‑stunck their feet.

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