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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, 1]

Boatswain

19

Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your
cabins: you do assist the storm.

2

Tempest
[I, 1]

Boatswain

42

Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring
her to try with main-course.
[A cry within]
A plague upon this howling! they are louder than
the weather or our office.
[Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO]
Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er
and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

3

Tempest
[I, 2]

Prospero

128

The hour's now come;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
Out three years old.

4

Tempest
[I, 2]

Miranda

147

But that I do not.

5

Tempest
[I, 2]

Miranda

188

O, good sir, I do.

6

Tempest
[I, 2]

Prospero

209

To have no screen between this part he play'd
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library
Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable; confederates—
So dry he was for sway—wi' the King of Naples
To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
Subject his coronet to his crown and bend
The dukedom yet unbow'd—alas, poor Milan!—
To most ignoble stooping.

7

Tempest
[I, 2]

Prospero

385

Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze
Of the salt deep,
To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
To do me business in the veins o' the earth
When it is baked with frost.

8

Tempest
[I, 2]

Ariel

390

I do not, sir.

9

Tempest
[I, 2]

Ariel

435

Pardon, master;
I will be correspondent to command
And do my spiriting gently.

10

Tempest
[I, 2]

Prospero

438

Do so, and after two days
I will discharge thee.

11

Tempest
[I, 2]

Ariel

440

That's my noble master!
What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?

12

Tempest
[I, 2]

Miranda

453

'Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on.

13

Tempest
[I, 2]

Caliban

481

I must eat my dinner.
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,
Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me
Water with berries in't, and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee
And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:
Cursed be I that did so! All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest o' the island.

14

Tempest
[I, 2]

Ferdinand

589

Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer
May know if you remain upon this island;
And that you will some good instruction give
How I may bear me here: my prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
If you be maid or no?

15

Tempest
[I, 2]

Prospero

686

[Aside] It works.
[To FERDINAND]
Come on.
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!
[To FERDINAND]
Follow me.
[To ARIEL]
Hark what thou else shalt do me.

16

Tempest
[I, 2]

Prospero

698

Thou shalt be free
As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.

17

Tempest
[II, 1]

Gonzalo

854

And were the king on't, what would I do?

18

Tempest
[II, 1]

Gonzalo

883

I do well believe your highness; and
did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen,
who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that
they always use to laugh at nothing.

19

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.

20

Tempest
[II, 1]

Sebastian

907

Please you, sir,
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.