Half-Baked Harmony

The Tempest - Antonio’s perspective

Surrounded by a flock of manic fools
Who weep, rejoice, and sell translucent vows
Of timid grace in hope that tempests cool,
I stood before my victim who’s endowed
With upper hand. What has my brother got
Appeasing him in all his consternation
To reconcile with the one who cost
His banishment to barbarous vacation;
A confidence with which he abdicates
His island magic: books and staff forgot;
A satisfaction ending all his hates
For future good? Alas! I have it not.
Has Prospero by spirits been deceived?
A duke knows caution in affairs with thieves,
But there’s another trick up Tony’s sleeve.