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Tempest
[I, 1] |
Boatswain |
25 |
None that I more love than myself. You are a
counsellor; if you can command these elements to
silence, and work the peace of the present, we will
not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you
cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make
yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of
the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts! Out
of our way, I say.
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2 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
209 |
To have no screen between this part he play'd
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library
Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable; confederates—
So dry he was for sway—wi' the King of Naples
To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
Subject his coronet to his crown and bend
The dukedom yet unbow'd—alas, poor Milan!—
To most ignoble stooping.
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3 |
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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4 |
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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5 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
432 |
If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak
And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
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6 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Ariel |
435 |
Pardon, master;
I will be correspondent to command
And do my spiriting gently.
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7 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
438 |
Do so, and after two days
I will discharge thee.
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8 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Ferdinand |
589 |
Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer
May know if you remain upon this island;
And that you will some good instruction give
How I may bear me here: my prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
If you be maid or no?
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9 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Miranda |
638 |
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't.
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10 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Ferdinand |
647 |
No;
I will resist such entertainment till
Mine enemy has more power.
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11 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Antonio |
717 |
The visitor will not give him o'er so.
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12 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Sebastian |
718 |
Look he's winding up the watch of his wit;
by and by it will strike.
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13 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Sebastian |
732 |
He will be talking.
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14 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Antonio |
789 |
What impossible matter will he make easy next?
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15 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Sebastian |
790 |
I think he will carry this island home in his pocket
and give it his son for an apple.
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16 |
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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17 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Antonio |
911 |
We two, my lord,
Will guard your person while you take your rest,
And watch your safety.
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18 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Antonio |
969 |
O, out of that 'no hope'
What great hope have you! no hope that way is
Another way so high a hope that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with me
That Ferdinand is drown'd?
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19 |
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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Tempest
[II, 2] |
Trinculo |
1101 |
Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off
any weather at all, and another storm brewing;
I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same black
cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul
bombard that would shed his liquor. If it
should thunder as it did before, I know not
where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot
choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we
here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish:
he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-
like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor-
John. A strange fish! Were I in England now,
as once I was, and had but this fish painted,
not a holiday fool there but would give a piece
of silver: there would this monster make a
man; any strange beast there makes a man:
when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame
beggar, they will lazy out ten to see a dead
Indian. Legged like a man and his fins like
arms! Warm o' my troth! I do now let loose
my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish,
but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a
thunderbolt.
[Thunder]
Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to
creep under his gaberdine; there is no other
shelter hereabouts: misery acquaints a man with
strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the
dregs of the storm be past.
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