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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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1 |
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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2 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Miranda |
156 |
O the heavens!
What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
Or blessed was't we did?
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3 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
179 |
Being once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them, who to advance and who
To trash for over-topping, new created
The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,
Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not.
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4 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Miranda |
238 |
Alack, for pity!
I, not remembering how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint
That wrings mine eyes to't.
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5 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Miranda |
290 |
Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,
For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
For raising this sea-storm?
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6 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Ariel |
307 |
All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task
Ariel and all his quality.
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7 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
373 |
How now? moody?
What is't thou canst demand?
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8 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
442 |
Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject
To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
To every eyeball else. Go take this shape
And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence!
[Exit ARIEL]
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!
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9 |
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.
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10 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Caliban |
501 |
O ho, O ho! would't had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.
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11 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Miranda |
504 |
Abhorred slave,
Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in't which
good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confined into this rock,
Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
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12 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Caliban |
517 |
You taught me language; and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
For learning me your language!
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13 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Miranda |
574 |
What is't? a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.
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14 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
611 |
[Aside]. The Duke of Milan
And his more braver daughter could control thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight
They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel,
I'll set thee free for this.
[To FERDINAND]
A word, good sir;
I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
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15 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
626 |
Soft, sir! one word more.
[Aside]
They are both in either's powers; but this swift business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.
[To FERDINAND]
One word more; I charge thee
That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
Upon this island as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on't.
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16 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Miranda |
638 |
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't.
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17 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Antonio |
745 |
He could not miss't.
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18 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Sebastian |
758 |
With an eye of green in't.
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19 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Sebastian |
825 |
Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss,
That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,
But rather lose her to an African;
Where she at least is banish'd from your eye,
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
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20 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Antonio |
852 |
He'ld sow't with nettle-seed.
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