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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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restart for each scene.
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1 |
Tempest
[I, 1] |
Master |
5 |
Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely,
or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.
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2 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
395 |
Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.
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3 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
455 |
But, as 'tis,
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood and serves in offices
That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.
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4 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Miranda |
504 |
Abhorred slave,
Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in't which
good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confined into this rock,
Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
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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] |
Prospero |
641 |
Follow me.
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come;
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
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8 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
702 |
Come, follow. Speak not for him.
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9 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Gonzalo |
706 |
Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause,
So have we all, of joy; for our escape
Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe
Is common; every day some sailor's wife,
The masters of some merchant and the merchant
Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle,
I mean our preservation, few in millions
Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort.
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10 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Antonio |
768 |
If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not
say he lies?
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11 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Gonzalo |
841 |
My lord Sebastian,
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness
And time to speak it in: you rub the sore,
When you should bring the plaster.
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12 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Antonio |
930 |
Do you not hear me speak?
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13 |
Tempest
[II, 2] |
Stephano |
1178 |
Four legs and two voices: a most delicate monster!
His forward voice now is to speak well of his
friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches
and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will
recover him, I will help his ague. Come. Amen! I
will pour some in thy other mouth.
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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] |
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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16 |
Tempest
[III, 1] |
Ferdinand |
1358 |
O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound
And crown what I profess with kind event
If I speak true! if hollowly, invert
What best is boded me to mischief! I
Beyond all limit of what else i' the world
Do love, prize, honour you.
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17 |
Tempest
[III, 2] |
Stephano |
1416 |
Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a
good moon-calf.
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18 |
Tempest
[IV, 1] |
Caliban |
1947 |
Good my lord, give me thy favour still.
Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to
Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly.
All's hush'd as midnight yet.
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Tempest
[V, 1] |
Prospero |
2138 |
Behold, sir king,
The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:
For more assurance that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee and thy company I bid
A hearty welcome.
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