The Tempest Project
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- Art ignorant of what thou art, naught knowingOf whence I am, nor that I am more better20Than Prospero, master of a full poor cellAnd thy no greater father.
- A brave vesselWho had, no doubt, some noble creature in herDashed all to pieces. Oh, the cry did knockAgainst my very heart! Poor souls, they perished.
- Then as my gift and thine own acquisitionWorthily purchased, take my daughter.
- Our worser genius can shall never meltMine honor into lust to take awayThe edge of that day’s celebration
- Do that good mischief which may make this islandThine own for ever
- Been justled from your senses, know for certain That I am Prospero and that very duke Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangely Upon this shore where you were wracked, was landed, To be the lord on ’t.
- 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.
- All the infections that the sun sucks upFrom bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him
- I shall no more to sea, to sea, Here shall I die ashore-This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man’s funeral.
- Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment meFor bringing wood in slowly. I’ll fall flat.Perchance he will not mind me.
- Now my charms are all o'erthrown,And what strength I have’s mine own,Which is most faint. Now, ’tis true,I must be here confined by you,Or sent to Naples. Let me not
- How does thy honor? Let me lick thy shoe.
- Thou liest, most ignorant monster. I am in case to justle a constable.
- Tell not me. When the butt is out, we will drink water. Not a drop before. Therefore bear up and board 'em.—Servant- monster, drink to me.
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