# Result number

Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Tempest
[I, 2]

Miranda

85

If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere
It should the good ship so have swallow'd and
The fraughting souls within her.

2

Tempest
[I, 2]

Prospero

98

Be collected:
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
There's no harm done.

3

Tempest
[I, 2]

Miranda

162

O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.

4

Tempest
[I, 2]

Prospero

442

Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject
To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
To every eyeball else. Go take this shape
And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence!
[Exit ARIEL]
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!

5

Tempest
[II, 2]

Trinculo

1241

I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed
monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in my
heart to beat him,—

6

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.

7

Tempest
[III, 1]

Ferdinand

1383

Ay, with a heart as willing
As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.

8

Tempest
[III, 1]

Miranda

1385

And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewell
Till half an hour hence.

9

Tempest
[IV, 1]

Ferdinand

1761

I warrant you sir;
The white cold virgin snow upon my heart
Abates the ardour of my liver.

10

Tempest
[V, 1]

Alonso

2272

[To FERDINAND and MIRANDA] Give me your hands:
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart
That doth not wish you joy!