Shakespeare: The Animated Tales (1992) s02e01 Episode Script
King Richard III
'On a misty, forgotten isle somewhere between Tunis and Naples, 'two strange castaways, a father and a daughter, 'are watching the long-awaited ship.
'For Prospero, a duke robbed of his title, there is grim pleasure.
'At last his enemies are within his grasp.
'His wicked brother, Antonio, 'Alonzo, the greedy king of Naples and his treacherous brother, Sebastian.
Even Gonzalo, the kindly courtier, 'who, when father and tiny daughter had been set adrift in a rotting boat, 'had secretly provided them with food and clothing, 'and those precious books that had tumed 'the poor, betrayed and overthrown Dulce of Milan 'into Prospero, the mighty enchanter.
' Split! We split! Hell is amply and all the devils are here! Aaahl All lost! All lost! Mercy on us! Farewell! Poor souls! They perished! Be collected.
There's no harm done.
I have done nothing but in re of thee.
Thou art inclined to sleep.
Approach.
My Ariel, come.
All hail, great master.
Brave sir, hail.
Hast thou, spirit, perform'd to the point the tempest that I bade thee? - To every article.
- But are they, Ariel, safe? Not a hair perished.
In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle The king's son I have landed by himself.
Why, that's my spirit.
But there's more work.
My lord, it shall be done.
Awake, dear heart, awake.
Thou hast slept well.
Come on.
We'll visit Caliban, my slave.
'Tis a villain, sir, I do not love to look on.
But as 'tis, we nnol miss him.
He does make our fire, fetch in our wood.
What, ho! Slave? Caliban! Thou earth, thou, come forth! A south-west blow on ye and blister you all o'er! For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up.
Thou most lying slave Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee Filth as thou art, with human re and lodged thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child.
Oh, ho! Oh, ho! Nould't had been done! Thou didst prevent me.
I had peopled else This isle with Calibans.
Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel! 'Ferdinand, the king of Naples' son, believed his father had drowned.
' What is"I? A spirit? No, wench.
It eats and sleeps and has such senses as we have such.
I might ll him a thing divine.
Oh, if a virgin, your affection not gone forth I'll melee you the queen of Naples.
I charge thee, thou dost here usurp The name thou owes! not, and has put thyself Upon this island as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on't.
No! As I am a man! There's nothing ill could dwell in such a temple! Speak not you for him.
He's a traitor.
Come.
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together.
No.
I will resist.
Come on.
Obey.
Ah! Be of comfort.
My father's of a better nature, sir, than he appears.
Thou shalt be as free as mountain winds But than ctly do all points of my command.
Beseech you, sir, be merry! You have use, so have we all, of joy, for our pa is much beyond our loss.
Oh, prithee.
P9909 He receives mfort like Id porridge.
Our garments, being as they were, drenched in the sea Seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis At the marriage of your daughter, who is now Queen.
Would I had never married my daughter there For coming thence, my son is lost.
Sir, he may live.
I saw him beat the surges under him.
No, no.
He's gone.
Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss That would not bless our Europe with your daughter.
- Prithee, peace.
- The fault's your own.
You are gentlemen of I am very h9ï¬W- Go sleep.
What a strange drowsiness possesses them.
It is the quality of the climate What might, worthy Sebastian? O, what might? My strong imagination sees a crown dropping upon thy head.
Prithee, say on.
Will you grant with me that Ferdinand is drowned? He's gone.
What a sleep were this for your advancement! - Do you understand me? - Methinks I do I remember you did supplant your brother, Prospero.
True.
And look how well my garments sit upon me.
Thy, dear friend Shall be my precedent; as thou gofsl Milan I'll me by Naples.
Draw thy sword! Awake! Awake! Why, how now? Why are you drawn? We heard a hollow burst of bellowing, lilca bulls, or rather, lions! - Heard you this, Gonzalo? - Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming.
Lead off this ground and let's make further search For my poor son.
All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fans, ï¬ats on Prosper fall And make him by inch-meal, a disease.
Lo! Now, lo! Here mes a spirit of his to torment me For bringing wood in slowly.
I'll fall ï¬at Perchance he will not mind me.
What have we here? A man? Or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish.
He smells like a fish.
Warm o'my truth.
This is no fish but an islander Who hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt.
Ah! Alas, the storm is me again! My best way is to creep under his gabardine There is no other shelter hereabout.
J' I shall no more to sea, to sea J' Here shall I die ashore J' This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral Here's my comfort.
Ooh! Do not torment me! Ooh! This is some monster of the isle, with four legs Who hath got, as I take it, an ague.
Whom the devil should he loam our language? Do not torment me, pritheel I'll bring my wood home faster.
He's in his fit now and does not talk after the wisest He shall taste of my bottle.
I should know that voice.
It should But he is drowned! Four legs and two voices Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.
Stephano? If thou be Stephano, touch me and speak to me For I am Trinculo.
If thou beast Trinculo, me forth! Oh, Stephano, two Neopolilans 'pod! Prithee, do not tum me about My stomach is not constant.
That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor.
Oh, Stephanol Has! any more of this? The whole butt, man! Aye, prithee now, lead the way.
J' Ban, ban, Caliban, hath a new master, hath a new man J' Freedom, hey-day, hey-day, freedom J' Freedom, hey-day, freedom J' Alas, now, pray you, work not so hard.
My father is hard at study.
Pray now, rest yourself.
He's safe for these three hours.
Poor worm, thou art infected.
- You look wearily.
- No, noble mistress 'Tis fresh morning with me when you are by at night.
- What is your name? - Miranda.
Admired Miranda.
Indeed, the top of admiration Hear my soul speak The very instant that I saw you did my heart ï¬y to your service.
- Do you love me? - Oh heaven, oh earth, bear witness.
Fair encounter Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them.
I say by sorcery he got this isle.
From me he got it.
Ifthy greatness will revenge it on him Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee.
How now shall this be compassed? I'll yield him to thee asleep, where thou mayst knock a nail into his heed.
Thou liest.
Thou nst not.
What a pied scurvy patch! Why, what did I? I did ndlhingl Didst thou not say he lied? Thou liesll Do I so? Take that! Now, forward with your tale.
'Tis a custom with Prospero, in the afternoon, to sleep There thou mayst brain him, having first seized his books.
'For without them, he's but a sol, as I am.
'Bum but his books.
' And that most deeply to consider is the beauty of his daughter.
Isilsobravealass? Aye, lord.
She will become thy bed, I warrant, and bring thee forth brave brood.
Monster, I will kill this man His daughter and I will be king and queen, save our graces And Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo? Give me thy hand.
I am sorry I beat thee.
Within this half hour, he will be asleep.
- Wilt thou destroy him then? - On mine honour.
This will I tell my master.
Be not afeard.
The isle is full of noises Sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.
By'r lakin, I n go no further, sir.
My old bones ache.
Old lord, I nnol blame thee Sit down and rest.
The next advantage will we take throughly.
Let it be tonight.
What harmony is this? Marvellous, sweet music! Give us kind keepers, heavens.
What were these? A living drollery.
If in Naples, I should report this now, would they believe me? Praise in departing.
- They vanished strangely.
- No matter, sir.
They have left their viands behind Will't please you, taste of what is here? You are three men of sin! You three from Milan did supplant good Prospero Exposed unto the sea, him and his innocent child, for which foul deed The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have loosed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures Against your pea.
Thee of thy son, Alonzo They have bereft, and do pronounce, by me Lingering perdition.
Oh, it is monstrous! Monstrous! Melhought the billows spoke and told me of it The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder That deep and dreadful organ pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper.
If I have too austerely punished you, your compensation malces amends Then as my giï¬ and thine own acquisition, worthily purchased, take my daughter Sit, then, and talk with her.
She is thine own.
I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban and his Moderates against my life.
Be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
Sir, I am vexed A tum or two I'll walk to still my beating mind.
This is the mouth of the ll No noise and enter.
Give me thy hand.
I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
Oh, King Stephanol Look what a wardrobe here is for thee! Let alone and do the murder first! Monster, go to.
Carry this.
Say, my spirit, how fares the king and his followers? Just as you left them, all prisoners, sir.
They nnel budge till your release.
Go.
Release them, Ariel.
This rough magic I here abjure And when I have required some heavenly music, which even now I do I'll break my staff, I'll drown my book.
Behold, sir king, the wronged Dulce of Milan, Prospero.
Thy duluedom I resign, and do entreat thou pardon me my wrongs.
Welcome, my friends all But you, my bra of lords, were I so minded I here uld pluck his highness' frown upon you, and justify you traitors.
- The devil speaks in him! - No! For you, most wicked sir, whom to ll brother Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive Thy ranhesl fault.
This cell's my court.
Pray you look in.
My duluedom, sin you have given me again I will requilse you with as good a thing.
Though the seas threaten, they are merciful I have cursed them without use! Now all the blessings of a glad father compass thee about.
Oh, brave new world that has such people in'tl Who is this maid with whom thou wast at play? Is she the goddess that hath severed us and brought us thus together? Sir, she is mortal.
But by immortal Providence, she's mine.
She is daughter to this famous Dulce of Milan.
Oh, look, sir! Look, sir! Here is more of us! What is the nevus? The best nevus is that we've safely found our king and company.
The next, our ship is tight and yare and bravely rigg'd as when We first put out to sea.
- VVas't well done? - Bravely, my diligence.
Thou shalt be free.
This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod.
There are yet missing of your company some few odd lads that you remember not Two of these fellows you must know and own This thing of darkness, I acknowledge mine Go, sirrah, to my ll.
As you look to have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
Aye, that I will, and I'll be wise hereafter, And seek for grace.
What a thrice-double ass Was I, to take this dmnkard for a god And worship this dull fool! I long to hear the story of your life, which must take the ear strangely.
I'll deliver all, and promise you Im seas My Ariel, chick, that is thy charge Then, to the elements be free, and fare thou well.
'His task fulfilled, Prospero, on again the rightful Dulue of Milan, set sail to complete his fateful journey 'He threw away the magic books that held his power, 'and left behind that enchanted isle and its curious inhabitants forever.
'
'For Prospero, a duke robbed of his title, there is grim pleasure.
'At last his enemies are within his grasp.
'His wicked brother, Antonio, 'Alonzo, the greedy king of Naples and his treacherous brother, Sebastian.
Even Gonzalo, the kindly courtier, 'who, when father and tiny daughter had been set adrift in a rotting boat, 'had secretly provided them with food and clothing, 'and those precious books that had tumed 'the poor, betrayed and overthrown Dulce of Milan 'into Prospero, the mighty enchanter.
' Split! We split! Hell is amply and all the devils are here! Aaahl All lost! All lost! Mercy on us! Farewell! Poor souls! They perished! Be collected.
There's no harm done.
I have done nothing but in re of thee.
Thou art inclined to sleep.
Approach.
My Ariel, come.
All hail, great master.
Brave sir, hail.
Hast thou, spirit, perform'd to the point the tempest that I bade thee? - To every article.
- But are they, Ariel, safe? Not a hair perished.
In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle The king's son I have landed by himself.
Why, that's my spirit.
But there's more work.
My lord, it shall be done.
Awake, dear heart, awake.
Thou hast slept well.
Come on.
We'll visit Caliban, my slave.
'Tis a villain, sir, I do not love to look on.
But as 'tis, we nnol miss him.
He does make our fire, fetch in our wood.
What, ho! Slave? Caliban! Thou earth, thou, come forth! A south-west blow on ye and blister you all o'er! For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up.
Thou most lying slave Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee Filth as thou art, with human re and lodged thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child.
Oh, ho! Oh, ho! Nould't had been done! Thou didst prevent me.
I had peopled else This isle with Calibans.
Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel! 'Ferdinand, the king of Naples' son, believed his father had drowned.
' What is"I? A spirit? No, wench.
It eats and sleeps and has such senses as we have such.
I might ll him a thing divine.
Oh, if a virgin, your affection not gone forth I'll melee you the queen of Naples.
I charge thee, thou dost here usurp The name thou owes! not, and has put thyself Upon this island as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on't.
No! As I am a man! There's nothing ill could dwell in such a temple! Speak not you for him.
He's a traitor.
Come.
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together.
No.
I will resist.
Come on.
Obey.
Ah! Be of comfort.
My father's of a better nature, sir, than he appears.
Thou shalt be as free as mountain winds But than ctly do all points of my command.
Beseech you, sir, be merry! You have use, so have we all, of joy, for our pa is much beyond our loss.
Oh, prithee.
P9909 He receives mfort like Id porridge.
Our garments, being as they were, drenched in the sea Seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis At the marriage of your daughter, who is now Queen.
Would I had never married my daughter there For coming thence, my son is lost.
Sir, he may live.
I saw him beat the surges under him.
No, no.
He's gone.
Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss That would not bless our Europe with your daughter.
- Prithee, peace.
- The fault's your own.
You are gentlemen of I am very h9ï¬W- Go sleep.
What a strange drowsiness possesses them.
It is the quality of the climate What might, worthy Sebastian? O, what might? My strong imagination sees a crown dropping upon thy head.
Prithee, say on.
Will you grant with me that Ferdinand is drowned? He's gone.
What a sleep were this for your advancement! - Do you understand me? - Methinks I do I remember you did supplant your brother, Prospero.
True.
And look how well my garments sit upon me.
Thy, dear friend Shall be my precedent; as thou gofsl Milan I'll me by Naples.
Draw thy sword! Awake! Awake! Why, how now? Why are you drawn? We heard a hollow burst of bellowing, lilca bulls, or rather, lions! - Heard you this, Gonzalo? - Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming.
Lead off this ground and let's make further search For my poor son.
All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fans, ï¬ats on Prosper fall And make him by inch-meal, a disease.
Lo! Now, lo! Here mes a spirit of his to torment me For bringing wood in slowly.
I'll fall ï¬at Perchance he will not mind me.
What have we here? A man? Or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish.
He smells like a fish.
Warm o'my truth.
This is no fish but an islander Who hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt.
Ah! Alas, the storm is me again! My best way is to creep under his gabardine There is no other shelter hereabout.
J' I shall no more to sea, to sea J' Here shall I die ashore J' This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral Here's my comfort.
Ooh! Do not torment me! Ooh! This is some monster of the isle, with four legs Who hath got, as I take it, an ague.
Whom the devil should he loam our language? Do not torment me, pritheel I'll bring my wood home faster.
He's in his fit now and does not talk after the wisest He shall taste of my bottle.
I should know that voice.
It should But he is drowned! Four legs and two voices Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.
Stephano? If thou be Stephano, touch me and speak to me For I am Trinculo.
If thou beast Trinculo, me forth! Oh, Stephano, two Neopolilans 'pod! Prithee, do not tum me about My stomach is not constant.
That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor.
Oh, Stephanol Has! any more of this? The whole butt, man! Aye, prithee now, lead the way.
J' Ban, ban, Caliban, hath a new master, hath a new man J' Freedom, hey-day, hey-day, freedom J' Freedom, hey-day, freedom J' Alas, now, pray you, work not so hard.
My father is hard at study.
Pray now, rest yourself.
He's safe for these three hours.
Poor worm, thou art infected.
- You look wearily.
- No, noble mistress 'Tis fresh morning with me when you are by at night.
- What is your name? - Miranda.
Admired Miranda.
Indeed, the top of admiration Hear my soul speak The very instant that I saw you did my heart ï¬y to your service.
- Do you love me? - Oh heaven, oh earth, bear witness.
Fair encounter Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them.
I say by sorcery he got this isle.
From me he got it.
Ifthy greatness will revenge it on him Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee.
How now shall this be compassed? I'll yield him to thee asleep, where thou mayst knock a nail into his heed.
Thou liest.
Thou nst not.
What a pied scurvy patch! Why, what did I? I did ndlhingl Didst thou not say he lied? Thou liesll Do I so? Take that! Now, forward with your tale.
'Tis a custom with Prospero, in the afternoon, to sleep There thou mayst brain him, having first seized his books.
'For without them, he's but a sol, as I am.
'Bum but his books.
' And that most deeply to consider is the beauty of his daughter.
Isilsobravealass? Aye, lord.
She will become thy bed, I warrant, and bring thee forth brave brood.
Monster, I will kill this man His daughter and I will be king and queen, save our graces And Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo? Give me thy hand.
I am sorry I beat thee.
Within this half hour, he will be asleep.
- Wilt thou destroy him then? - On mine honour.
This will I tell my master.
Be not afeard.
The isle is full of noises Sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.
By'r lakin, I n go no further, sir.
My old bones ache.
Old lord, I nnol blame thee Sit down and rest.
The next advantage will we take throughly.
Let it be tonight.
What harmony is this? Marvellous, sweet music! Give us kind keepers, heavens.
What were these? A living drollery.
If in Naples, I should report this now, would they believe me? Praise in departing.
- They vanished strangely.
- No matter, sir.
They have left their viands behind Will't please you, taste of what is here? You are three men of sin! You three from Milan did supplant good Prospero Exposed unto the sea, him and his innocent child, for which foul deed The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have loosed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures Against your pea.
Thee of thy son, Alonzo They have bereft, and do pronounce, by me Lingering perdition.
Oh, it is monstrous! Monstrous! Melhought the billows spoke and told me of it The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder That deep and dreadful organ pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper.
If I have too austerely punished you, your compensation malces amends Then as my giï¬ and thine own acquisition, worthily purchased, take my daughter Sit, then, and talk with her.
She is thine own.
I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban and his Moderates against my life.
Be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
Sir, I am vexed A tum or two I'll walk to still my beating mind.
This is the mouth of the ll No noise and enter.
Give me thy hand.
I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
Oh, King Stephanol Look what a wardrobe here is for thee! Let alone and do the murder first! Monster, go to.
Carry this.
Say, my spirit, how fares the king and his followers? Just as you left them, all prisoners, sir.
They nnel budge till your release.
Go.
Release them, Ariel.
This rough magic I here abjure And when I have required some heavenly music, which even now I do I'll break my staff, I'll drown my book.
Behold, sir king, the wronged Dulce of Milan, Prospero.
Thy duluedom I resign, and do entreat thou pardon me my wrongs.
Welcome, my friends all But you, my bra of lords, were I so minded I here uld pluck his highness' frown upon you, and justify you traitors.
- The devil speaks in him! - No! For you, most wicked sir, whom to ll brother Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive Thy ranhesl fault.
This cell's my court.
Pray you look in.
My duluedom, sin you have given me again I will requilse you with as good a thing.
Though the seas threaten, they are merciful I have cursed them without use! Now all the blessings of a glad father compass thee about.
Oh, brave new world that has such people in'tl Who is this maid with whom thou wast at play? Is she the goddess that hath severed us and brought us thus together? Sir, she is mortal.
But by immortal Providence, she's mine.
She is daughter to this famous Dulce of Milan.
Oh, look, sir! Look, sir! Here is more of us! What is the nevus? The best nevus is that we've safely found our king and company.
The next, our ship is tight and yare and bravely rigg'd as when We first put out to sea.
- VVas't well done? - Bravely, my diligence.
Thou shalt be free.
This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod.
There are yet missing of your company some few odd lads that you remember not Two of these fellows you must know and own This thing of darkness, I acknowledge mine Go, sirrah, to my ll.
As you look to have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
Aye, that I will, and I'll be wise hereafter, And seek for grace.
What a thrice-double ass Was I, to take this dmnkard for a god And worship this dull fool! I long to hear the story of your life, which must take the ear strangely.
I'll deliver all, and promise you Im seas My Ariel, chick, that is thy charge Then, to the elements be free, and fare thou well.
'His task fulfilled, Prospero, on again the rightful Dulue of Milan, set sail to complete his fateful journey 'He threw away the magic books that held his power, 'and left behind that enchanted isle and its curious inhabitants forever.
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