PROSPERO: 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.
The Tempest, I, ii
FERDINAND: My spirits, as in a dream, are all
bound up.
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats,
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I in such a prison.
The Tempest, I, ii
GONZALO: Here is everything advantageous to life.
ANTONIO: True; save means to live.
The Tempest, II, i
ANTONIO: 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.
The Tempest, II, i
SEBASTIAN: But, for your conscience?
ANTONIO: Ay, sir; where lies that?
The Tempest, II, i
ANTONIO: 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!
The Tempest, II, i
ANTONIO: For all the rest, they'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk.
The Tempest, II, i
ANTONIO: They'll tell the clock to any business that we say befits the hour.
The Tempest, II, i
ARIEL: While you here do snoring lie,
Open-eyed conspiracy
His time doth take.
The Tempest, II, i
ARIEL: If of life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake, awake!
The Tempest, II, i
CALIBAN: All the infections that the sun sucks
up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me
And yet I needs must curse.
The Tempest, II, ii
TRINCULO: Any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lazy out ten to see a dead Indian.
The Tempest, II, ii
TRINCULO: Misery acquaints a man with
strange bed-fellows.
The Tempest, II, ii
FERDINAND: There be some sports are painful,
and their labour
Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone and most poor matters
Point to rich ends.
The Tempest, III, i
FERDINAND: I had rather crack my sinews, break
my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,
While I sit lazy by.
The Tempest, III, i
TRINCULO: They say there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if th' other two be brained like us, the state totters.
The Tempest, III, ii
CALIBAN: Remember
First to possess his books; for without them
He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not
One spirit to command: they all do hate him
As rootedly as I.
The Tempest, III, ii
CALIBAN: Be not afeard; the isle is full of
noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.
The Tempest, III, ii
SEBASTIAN: Now I will believe
That there are unicorns, that in Arabia
There is one tree, the phoenix' throne, one phoenix
At this hour reigning there.
The Tempest, III, iii
ANTONIO: Travellers ne'er did lie, though fools at home condemn 'em.
The Tempest, III, iii
ARIEL: Being most unfit to live. I have made
you mad;
And even with such-like valour men hang and drown
Their proper selves.
The Tempest, III, iii
ARIEL: I and my fellows
Are ministers of Fate: the elements,
Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
One dowle that's in my plume.
The Tempest, III, iii
ARIEL: If you could hurt,
Your swords are now too massy for your strengths
And will not be uplifted.
The Tempest, III, iii
PROSPERO: Bravely the figure of this harpy
hast thou
Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had devouring.
The Tempest, III, iii
ALONSO: O, it is monstrous, monstrous:
Methought the billows spoke and told me of it;
The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced
The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass.
Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded, and
I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded
And with him there lie mudded.
The Tempest, III, iii
ARIEL: Before you can say 'come' and
'go,'
And breathe twice and cry 'so, so,'
Each one, tripping on his toe,
Will be here with mop and mow.
The Tempest, IV, i
PROSPERO: Look thou be true; do not give
dalliance
Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw
To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious,
Or else, good night your vow!
The Tempest, IV, i
CERES: Why hath thy queen
Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green?
The Tempest, IV, i
PROSPERO: Our revels now are ended. These our
actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.
The Tempest, IV, i
PROSPERO: We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
The Tempest, IV, i
PROSPERO: Sir, I am vex'd;
Bear with my weakness; my, brain is troubled:
Be not disturb'd with my infirmity.
The Tempest, IV, i
PROSPERO: A turn or two I'll walk, to still my beating mind.
The Tempest, IV, i
PROSPERO: A devil, a born devil, on whose
nature
Nurture can never stick.
The Tempest, IV, i
CALIBAN: Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not hear a foot fall.
The Tempest,
CALIBAN: We shall lose our time,
And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
With foreheads villanous low.
The Tempest,
PROSPERO: Now does my project gather to a
head:
My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time
Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?
The Tempest, V, i
ARIEL: Your charm so strongly works 'em
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.
The Tempest, V, i
PROSPERO: Hast thou, which art but air, a
touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?
The Tempest, V, i
PROSPERO: Though with their high wrongs I am
struck to the quick,
Yet with my nobler reason 'gaitist my fury
Do I take part: the rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance.
The Tempest, V, i
PROSPERO: I have bedimm'd
The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
By my so potent art.
The Tempest, V, i
PROMONTORY: I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my book.
The Tempest, V, i
PROSPERO: A solemn air and the best
comforter
To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Now useless, boil'd within thy skull!
The Tempest, V, i
PROSPERO: The charm dissolves apace,
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason.
The Tempest, V, i
PROSPERO: Their understanding
Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shore
That now lies foul and muddy.
The Tempest, V, i
ARIEL: Where the bee sucks. there suck
I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
The Tempest, V, i
MIRANDA: How beauteous mankind is! O brave new
world,
That has such people in't!
The Tempest, V, i
PROSPERO: There, sir, stop:
Let us not burthen our remembrance with
A heaviness that's gone.
The Tempest, V, i
GONZALO: O, rejoice
Beyond a common joy, and set it down
With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage
Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis,
And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife
Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom
In a poor isle and all of us ourselves
When no man was his own.
The Tempest, V, i
ARIEL: Was't well done?
PROSPERO: Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free.
The Tempest, V, i
STEPHANO: Every man shift for all the rest,
and
let no man take care for himself; for all is
but fortune. Coragio, bully-monster, coragio!
The Tempest, V, i
PROSPERO: This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine.
The Tempest, V, i
PROSPERO: And thence retire me to my Milan,
where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
The Tempest, V, i
PROSPERO: My Ariel, chick,
That is thy charge: then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well!
The Tempest, V, i
PROSPERO: Now my charms are all
o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own,
Which is most faint.
The Tempest, epilogue
PROSPERO: Now, 'tis true,
I must be here confined by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell;
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands:
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please.
The Tempest, epilogue