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Tempest
[I, 1] |
Boatswain |
19 |
Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your
cabins: you do assist the storm.
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2 |
Tempest
[I, 1] |
Boatswain |
25 |
None that I more love than myself. You are a
counsellor; if you can command these elements to
silence, and work the peace of the present, we will
not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you
cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make
yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of
the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts! Out
of our way, I say.
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3 |
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?
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4 |
Tempest
[I, 1] |
Sebastian |
50 |
A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous,
incharitable dog!
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5 |
Tempest
[I, 1] |
Boatswain |
52 |
Work you then.
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6 |
Tempest
[I, 1] |
Antonio |
53 |
Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!
We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
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7 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Miranda |
85 |
If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere
It should the good ship so have swallow'd and
The fraughting souls within her.
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8 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Miranda |
124 |
You have often
Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisition,
Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'
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9 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Miranda |
151 |
Sir, are not you my father?
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10 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Miranda |
162 |
O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
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11 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Miranda |
261 |
Alack, what trouble
Was I then to you!
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12 |
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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13 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Caliban |
471 |
As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd
With raven's feather from unwholesome fen
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye
And blister you all o'er!
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14 |
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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15 |
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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16 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
532 |
So, slave; hence!
[Exit CALIBAN]
[Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing;]
FERDINAND following]
ARIEL'S song.
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Courtsied when you have and kiss'd
The wild waves whist,
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
Hark, hark!
[Burthen [dispersedly, within] Bow-wow]
The watch-dogs bark!
[Burthen Bow-wow]
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
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17 |
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?
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18 |
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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19 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Ferdinand |
623 |
O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The queen of Naples.
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20 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
641 |
Follow me.
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come;
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
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