# Result number

Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

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.

2

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?

3

Tempest
[II, 1]

Alonso

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.

4

Tempest
[II, 1]

Sebastian

931

I do; and surely
It is a sleepy language and thou speak'st
Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say?
This is a strange repose, to be asleep
With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
And yet so fast asleep.

5

Tempest
[II, 2]

Trinculo

1237

By this light, a most perfidious and drunken
monster! when 's god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.

6

Tempest
[III, 2]

Caliban

1453

Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep,
Where thou mayst knock a nail into his bead.

7

Tempest
[III, 2]

Caliban

1509

Within this half hour will he be asleep:
Wilt thou destroy him then?

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.