Miranda! Indeed the top of admiration, worth What’s dearest to the world! Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard, and many a time Th’ harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear.
Amnesia in Love
the world but you; Nor can imagination form a shape, Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle Something too wildly, and my father’s precepts I therein do forget.
Act lll Scene iii
You are three men of sin, whom destiny— That hath to instrument this lower world And what is in’t—the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up you and on this island, Where man doth not inhabit, you ’mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; And even with suchlike valor men hang and drown 60 Their proper selves.
remorse.
Beseech you, sir, be merry. You have cause (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of1 woe Is common; every day some sailor’s wife, 5The master of some merchant,2 and the merchant, Have just our theme of woe. But for the miracle, I mean our preservation, few in millions Can speak like us. Then wisely, good sir, weigh Our sorrow with our comfort.