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Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
102 |
No harm.
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father.
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2 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Miranda |
124 |
You have often
Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisition,
Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'
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3 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
293 |
Know thus far forth.
By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore; and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star, whose influence
If now I court not but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions:
Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way: I know thou canst not choose.
[MIRANDA sleeps]
Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.
Approach, my Ariel, come.
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4 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Caliban |
481 |
I must eat my dinner.
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,
Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me
Water with berries in't, and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee
And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:
Cursed be I that did so! All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest o' the island.
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5 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Ferdinand |
598 |
My language! heavens!
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.
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6 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Ferdinand |
603 |
A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;
And that he does I weep: myself am Naples,
Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
The king my father wreck'd.
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7 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Ferdinand |
637 |
No, as I am a man.
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8 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Ferdinand |
677 |
So they are;
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats,
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I in such a prison.
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9 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Gonzalo |
888 |
Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing
to you: so you may continue and laugh at
nothing still.
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10 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Gonzalo |
899 |
No, I warrant you; I will not adventure
my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh
me asleep, for I am very heavy?
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11 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Antonio |
942 |
I am more serious than my custom: you
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do
Trebles thee o'er.
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12 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Sebastian |
945 |
Well, I am standing water.
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13 |
Tempest
[II, 2] |
Caliban |
1082 |
All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin—shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle are they set upon me;
Sometime like apes that mow and chatter at me
And after bite me, then like hedgehogs which
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount
Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I
All wound with adders who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.
[Enter TRINCULO]
Lo, now, lo!
Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
For bringing wood in slowly. I'll fall flat;
Perchance he will not mind me.
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14 |
Tempest
[II, 2] |
Trinculo |
1188 |
Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me and
speak to me: for I am Trinculo—be not afeard—thy
good friend Trinculo.
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15 |
Tempest
[III, 1] |
Miranda |
1336 |
I do not know
One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
More that I may call men than you, good friend,
And my dear father: how features are abroad,
I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,
The jewel in my dower, I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you,
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle
Something too wildly and my father's precepts
I therein do forget.
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16 |
Tempest
[III, 1] |
Ferdinand |
1348 |
I am in my condition
A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
I would, not so!—and would no more endure
This wooden slavery than to suffer
The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak:
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and for your sake
Am I this patient log—man.
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17 |
Tempest
[III, 1] |
Miranda |
1364 |
I am a fool
To weep at what I am glad of.
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18 |
Tempest
[III, 1] |
Miranda |
1370 |
At mine unworthiness that dare not offer
What I desire to give, and much less take
What I shall die to want. But this is trifling;
And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
I am your wife, it you will marry me;
If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow
You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,
Whether you will or no.
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19 |
Tempest
[III, 2] |
Trinculo |
1420 |
Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case to
justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish thou,
was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much
sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie,
being but half a fish and half a monster?
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20 |
Tempest
[III, 2] |
Caliban |
1436 |
As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a
sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.
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