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Tempest
[I, 1] |
Boatswain |
52 |
Work you then.
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2 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
128 |
The hour's now come;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
Out three years old.
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3 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
220 |
Mark his condition and the event; then tell me
If this might be a brother.
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4 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Miranda |
238 |
Alack, for pity!
I, not remembering how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint
That wrings mine eyes to't.
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5 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
242 |
Hear a little further
And then I'll bring thee to the present business
Which now's upon's; without the which this story
Were most impertinent.
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6 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Miranda |
261 |
Alack, what trouble
Was I then to you!
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7 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
271 |
By Providence divine.
Some food we had and some fresh water that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Out of his charity, being then appointed
Master of this design, did give us, with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
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8 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Ariel |
314 |
To every article.
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,
And burn in many places; on the topmast,
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors
O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.
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9 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Ariel |
329 |
Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad and play'd
Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring,—then like reeds, not hair,—
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty
And all the devils are here.'
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10 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
405 |
This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child
And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant;
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd thou didst painfully remain
A dozen years; within which space she died
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans
As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island—
Save for the son that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp hag-born—not honour'd with
A human shape.
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11 |
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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12 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
532 |
So, slave; hence!
[Exit CALIBAN]
[Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing;]
FERDINAND following]
ARIEL'S song.
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Courtsied when you have and kiss'd
The wild waves whist,
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
Hark, hark!
[Burthen [dispersedly, within] Bow-wow]
The watch-dogs bark!
[Burthen Bow-wow]
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
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13 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Miranda |
671 |
My affections
Are then most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.
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14 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
698 |
Thou shalt be free
As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.
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15 |
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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16 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Sebastian |
897 |
We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.
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17 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Sebastian |
918 |
Why
Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not
Myself disposed to sleep.
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18 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Antonio |
976 |
Then, tell me,
Who's the next heir of Naples?
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19 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Antonio |
1009 |
True:
And look how well my garments sit upon me;
Much feater than before: my brother's servants
Were then my fellows; now they are my men.
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Tempest
[II, 1] |
Antonio |
1050 |
Then let us both be sudden.
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