Speeches (Lines) for Antonio
in "Tempest"

Total: 57

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# Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text

1

I,1,18

Where is the master, boatswain?

2

I,1,53

Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!
We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

3

I,1,66

We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:
This wide-chapp'd rascal—would thou mightst lie drowning
The washing of ten tides!

4

I,1,76

Let's all sink with the king.

5

II,1,717

The visitor will not give him o'er so.

6

II,1,729

Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!

7

II,1,733

Which, of he or Adrian, for a good
wager, first begins to crow?

8

II,1,736

The cockerel.

9

II,1,738

A laughter.

10

II,1,745

He could not miss't.

11

II,1,748

Temperance was a delicate wench.

12

II,1,752

Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

13

II,1,754

True; save means to live.

14

II,1,757

The ground indeed is tawny.

15

II,1,759

He misses not much.

16

II,1,768

If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not
say he lies?

17

II,1,778

Widow! a pox o' that! How came that widow in?
widow Dido!

18

II,1,789

What impossible matter will he make easy next?

19

II,1,792

And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring
forth more islands.

20

II,1,795

Why, in good time.

21

II,1,799

And the rarest that e'er came there.

22

II,1,801

O, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido.

23

II,1,804

That sort was well fished for.

24

II,1,846

And most chirurgeonly.

25

II,1,850

Very foul.

26

II,1,852

He'ld sow't with nettle-seed.

27

II,1,867

The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the
beginning.

28

II,1,876

None, man; all idle: whores and knaves.

29

II,1,880

Long live Gonzalo!

30

II,1,887

'Twas you we laughed at.

31

II,1,891

What a blow was there given!

32

II,1,898

Nay, good my lord, be not angry.

33

II,1,902

Go sleep, and hear us.

34

II,1,911

We two, my lord,
Will guard your person while you take your rest,
And watch your safety.

35

II,1,917

It is the quality o' the climate.

36

II,1,921

Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
They fell together all, as by consent;
They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
Worthy Sebastian? O, what might?—No more:—
And yet me thinks I see it in thy face,
What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee, and
My strong imagination sees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.

37

II,1,930

Do you not hear me speak?

38

II,1,937

Noble Sebastian,
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep—die, rather; wink'st
Whiles thou art waking.

39

II,1,942

I am more serious than my custom: you
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do
Trebles thee o'er.

40

II,1,946

I'll teach you how to flow.

41

II,1,949

O,
If you but knew how you the purpose cherish
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so near the bottom run
By their own fear or sloth.

42

II,1,959

Thus, sir:
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,
Who shall be of as little memory
When he is earth'd, hath here almost persuade,—
For he's a spirit of persuasion, only
Professes to persuade,—the king his son's alive,
'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd
And he that sleeps here swims.

43

II,1,969

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?

44

II,1,976

Then, tell me,
Who's the next heir of Naples?

45

II,1,979

She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples
Can have no note, unless the sun were post—
The man i' the moon's too slow—till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable; she that—from whom?
We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again,
And by that destiny to perform an act
Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come
In yours and my discharge.

46

II,1,992

A space whose every cubit
Seems to cry out, 'How shall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,
And let Sebastian wake.' Say, this were death
That now hath seized them; why, they were no worse
Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples
As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate
As amply and unnecessarily
As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
For your advancement! Do you understand me?

47

II,1,1005

And how does your content
Tender your own good fortune?

48

II,1,1009

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.

49

II,1,1014

Ay, sir; where lies that? if 'twere a kibe,
'Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not
This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they
And melt ere they molest! Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon,
If he were that which now he's like, that's dead;
Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it,
Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.

50

II,1,1034

Draw together;
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.

51

II,1,1050

Then let us both be sudden.

52

II,1,1062

O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear,
To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.

53

III,3,1565

[Aside to SEBASTIAN] I am right glad that he's so
out of hope.
Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
That you resolved to effect.

54

III,3,1571

[Aside to SEBASTIAN] Let it be to-night;
For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they
Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance
As when they are fresh.

55

III,3,1589

I'll believe both;
And what does else want credit, come to me,
And I'll be sworn 'tis true: travellers ne'er did
lie,
Though fools at home condemn 'em.

56

III,3,1689

I'll be thy second.

57

V,1,2339

Very like; one of them
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

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