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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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1 |
Tempest
[I, 1] |
Gonzalo |
24 |
Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
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2 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
312 |
Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
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3 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
349 |
Of the king's ship
The mariners say how thou hast disposed
And all the rest o' the fleet.
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4 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Ariel |
370 |
Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
Which is not yet perform'd me.
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5 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
391 |
Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
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6 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
395 |
Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.
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7 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
397 |
O, was she so? I must
Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did
They would not take her life. Is not this true?
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8 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
432 |
If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak
And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
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9 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
442 |
Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject
To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
To every eyeball else. Go take this shape
And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence!
[Exit ARIEL]
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!
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10 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
626 |
Soft, sir! one word more.
[Aside]
They are both in either's powers; but this swift business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.
[To FERDINAND]
One word more; I charge thee
That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
Upon this island as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on't.
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11 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Prospero |
686 |
[Aside] It works.
[To FERDINAND]
Come on.
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!
[To FERDINAND]
Follow me.
[To ARIEL]
Hark what thou else shalt do me.
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12 |
Tempest
[II, 2] |
Trinculo |
1220 |
O Stephano. hast any more of this?
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13 |
Tempest
[II, 2] |
Caliban |
1224 |
Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?
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14 |
Tempest
[III, 3] |
Prospero |
1602 |
[Aside] Honest lord,
Thou hast said well; for some of you there present
Are worse than devils.
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15 |
Tempest
[III, 3] |
Prospero |
1664 |
Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:
Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated
In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life
And observation strange, my meaner ministers
Their several kinds have done. My high charms work
And these mine enemies are all knit up
In their distractions; they now are in my power;
And in these fits I leave them, while I visit
Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd,
And his and mine loved darling.
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16 |
Tempest
[IV, 1] |
Prospero |
1700 |
If I have too austerely punish'd you,
Your compensation makes amends, for I
Have given you here a third of mine own life,
Or that for which I live; who once again
I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love and thou
Hast strangely stood the test here, afore Heaven,
I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,
Do not smile at me that I boast her off,
For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise
And make it halt behind her.
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17 |
Tempest
[V, 1] |
Prospero |
2039 |
And mine shall.
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?
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: they being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel:
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And they shall be themselves.
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18 |
Tempest
[V, 1] |
Alonso |
2174 |
If thou be'st Prospero,
Give us particulars of thy preservation;
How thou hast met us here, who three hours since
Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost—
How sharp the point of this remembrance is!—
My dear son Ferdinand.
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19 |
Tempest
[V, 1] |
Gonzalo |
2275 |
Be it so! Amen!
[Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain]
amazedly following]
O, look, sir, look, sir! here is more of us:
I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy,
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?
Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?
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