Speeches (Lines) for Alonso
in "Tempest"
Total: 40

1

I,1,15

Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master?
Play the men.

2

II,1,715

Prithee, peace.

3

II,1,730

I prithee, spare.

4

II,1,806

You cram these words into mine ears against
The stomach of my sense. Would I had never...

5

II,1,824

No, no, he's gone.

6

II,1,830

Prithee, peace.

7

II,1,840

So is the dear'st o' the loss.

8

II,1,882

Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.

9

II,1,904

What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find...

10

II,1,914

Thank you. Wondrous heavy.

11

II,1,1054

Why, how now? ho, awake! Why are you drawn?
Wherefore this ghastly looking?

12

II,1,1061

I heard nothing.

13

II,1,1065

Heard you this, Gonzalo?

14

II,1,1072

Lead off this ground; and let's make further search
For my poor son.

15

II,1,1076

Lead away.

16

III,3,1558

Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who am myself attach'd with weariness,...

17

III,3,1577

What harmony is this? My good friends, hark!

18

III,3,1584

Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these?

19

III,3,1605

I cannot too much muse
Such shapes, such gesture and such sound, expressing,...

20

III,3,1614

Not I.

21

III,3,1622

I will stand to and feed,
Although my last: no matter, since I feel...

22

III,3,1678

O, it is monstrous, monstrous:
Methought the billows spoke and told me of it;...

23

V,1,2144

Whether thou best he or no,
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,...

24

V,1,2174

If thou be'st Prospero,
Give us particulars of thy preservation;...

25

V,1,2181

Irreparable is the loss, and patience
Says it is past her cure.

26

V,1,2187

You the like loss!

27

V,1,2192

A daughter?
O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,...

28

V,1,2223

If this prove
A vision of the Island, one dear son...

29

V,1,2230

Now all the blessings
Of a glad father compass thee about!...

30

V,1,2238

What is this maid with whom thou wast at play?
Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:...

31

V,1,2251

I am hers:
But, O, how oddly will it sound that I...

32

V,1,2262

I say, Amen, Gonzalo!

33

V,1,2272

[To FERDINAND and MIRANDA] Give me your hands:
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart...

34

V,1,2291

These are not natural events; they strengthen
From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?

35

V,1,2307

This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod
And there is in this business more than nature...

36

V,1,2352

Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?

37

V,1,2354

And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they
Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em?...

38

V,1,2364

This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.

39

V,1,2375

Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.

40

V,1,2390

I long
To hear the story of your life, which must...