By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster.When ’s god’s asleep, he’ll rob his bottle (Shakespeare Act 2, Scene 2, Line 137).
I prithee now, lead the way without any more talking (Shakespeare Act 2, Scene 2, Line 160).
These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. That’s a brave god and bears celestial liquor. I will kneel to him (Shakespeare Act 2, Scene 2, Line 105).
Pray, set it down and rest you. When this burns,'Twill weep for having wearied you. My fathers hard at study. Pray now,rest yourself (Shakespeare Act 3, Scene 1, Line 18).
No, noble mistress. 'Tis fresh morning with meWhen you are by at night. I do beseech you (Shakespeare Act 3, Scene 1, Line 34).
Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head. If you prove a mutineer, the next tree. The poor monster’s my subject and he shall not suffer indignity (Shakespeare Act 3, Scene 2, Line 31).
Lo, how he mocks me! Wilt thou let him, mylord? (Shakespeare Act 3, Scene 2, Line 27).
“Lord,” quoth he? That a monster should be such a natural! (Shakespeare Act 3, Scene 2, Line 29).
Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have’s mine own, Which is most faint. Must fill, or else my project fails, Which was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant, And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer (Shakespeare Epilogue, Line 1-16).
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