Me, talking to the actor playing Alonso: You need to make your entrance very quickly. You are looking for your son. You don’t know if he’s been killed in this tempest. You have to find him. So you are moving very quickly.
Alonso makes his entrance with a sort of rambly, leisurely pace. For the fifteenth time.
Then it occurs to me that his pace is right in line with the general speed of life in this part of India. Nobody runs. Nobody hurries. I have been teased, more than once, for my "American impatience."
And if this is this actor's version of "quickly," well... um... everyone likes a good long Shakespeare anyway. ^__^