Speeches (Lines) for Alonso in "Tempest"
Total: 40
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1 |
I,1,15 |
Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master?
Play the men.
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2 |
II,1,715 |
Prithee, peace.
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3 |
II,1,730 |
I prithee, spare.
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4 |
II,1,806 |
You cram these words into mine ears against
The stomach of my sense. Would I had never
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence,
My son is lost and, in my rate, she too,
Who is so far from Italy removed
I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Hath made his meal on thee?
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5 |
II,1,824 |
No, no, he's gone.
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6 |
II,1,830 |
Prithee, peace.
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7 |
II,1,840 |
So is the dear'st o' the loss.
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8 |
II,1,882 |
Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.
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9 |
II,1,904 |
What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find
They are inclined to do so.
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10 |
II,1,914 |
Thank you. Wondrous heavy.
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11 |
II,1,1054 |
Why, how now? ho, awake! Why are you drawn?
Wherefore this ghastly looking?
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12 |
II,1,1061 |
I heard nothing.
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13 |
II,1,1065 |
Heard you this, Gonzalo?
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14 |
II,1,1072 |
Lead off this ground; and let's make further search
For my poor son.
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15 |
II,1,1076 |
Lead away.
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16 |
III,3,1558 |
Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who am myself attach'd with weariness,
To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.
Even here I will put off my hope and keep it
No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd
Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks
Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go.
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17 |
III,3,1577 |
What harmony is this? My good friends, hark!
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18 |
III,3,1584 |
Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these?
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19 |
III,3,1605 |
I cannot too much muse
Such shapes, such gesture and such sound, expressing,
Although they want the use of tongue, a kind
Of excellent dumb discourse.
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20 |
III,3,1614 |
Not I.
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21 |
III,3,1622 |
I will stand to and feed,
Although my last: no matter, since I feel
The best is past. Brother, my lord the duke,
Stand to and do as we.
[Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL, like a]
harpy; claps his wings upon the table; and,
with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes]
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22 |
III,3,1678 |
O, it is monstrous, monstrous:
Methought the billows spoke and told me of it;
The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced
The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass.
Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded, and
I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded
And with him there lie mudded.
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23 |
V,1,2144 |
Whether thou best he or no,
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse
Beats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,
The affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear, a madness held me: this must crave,
An if this be at all, a most strange story.
Thy dukedom I resign and do entreat
Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should Prospero
Be living and be here?
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24 |
V,1,2174 |
If thou be'st Prospero,
Give us particulars of thy preservation;
How thou hast met us here, who three hours since
Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost—
How sharp the point of this remembrance is!—
My dear son Ferdinand.
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25 |
V,1,2181 |
Irreparable is the loss, and patience
Says it is past her cure.
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26 |
V,1,2187 |
You the like loss!
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27 |
V,1,2192 |
A daughter?
O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,
The king and queen there! that they were, I wish
Myself were mudded in that oozy bed
Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?
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28 |
V,1,2223 |
If this prove
A vision of the Island, one dear son
Shall I twice lose.
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29 |
V,1,2230 |
Now all the blessings
Of a glad father compass thee about!
Arise, and say how thou camest here.
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30 |
V,1,2238 |
What is this maid with whom thou wast at play?
Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
And brought us thus together?
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31 |
V,1,2251 |
I am hers:
But, O, how oddly will it sound that I
Must ask my child forgiveness!
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32 |
V,1,2262 |
I say, Amen, Gonzalo!
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33 |
V,1,2272 |
[To FERDINAND and MIRANDA] Give me your hands:
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart
That doth not wish you joy!
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34 |
V,1,2291 |
These are not natural events; they strengthen
From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?
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35 |
V,1,2307 |
This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod
And there is in this business more than nature
Was ever conduct of: some oracle
Must rectify our knowledge.
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36 |
V,1,2352 |
Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
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37 |
V,1,2354 |
And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they
Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em?
How camest thou in this pickle?
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38 |
V,1,2364 |
This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.
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39 |
V,1,2375 |
Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.
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40 |
V,1,2390 |
I long
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.
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