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Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 7] |
Domitius Enobarus |
1981 |
Your ships are not well mann'd;
Your mariners are muleters, reapers, people
Ingross'd by swift impress; in Caesar's fleet
Are those that often have 'gainst Pompey fought:
Their ships are yare; yours, heavy: no disgrace
Shall fall you for refusing him at sea,
Being prepared for land.
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2 |
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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3 |
Tempest
[I, 1] |
(stage directions) |
8 |
[Enter Mariners]
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4 |
Tempest
[I, 1] |
(stage directions) |
60 |
[Enter Mariners wet]
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5 |
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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6 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
349 |
Of the king's ship
The mariners say how thou hast disposed
And all the rest o' the fleet.
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7 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Ariel |
352 |
Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet
Which I dispersed, they all have met again
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples,
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd
And his great person perish.
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8 |
Tempest
[V, 1] |
Prospero |
2125 |
Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee:
But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.
To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain
Being awake, enforce them to this place,
And presently, I prithee.
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