curated by screenwriter Karen Walton Follow @inkcanada
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Trinculo:
Legg’d 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 suffer’d by a thunder-bolt.
[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 bedfellows. I will here shroud till the
dregs of the storm be past.