“Now I would give a thousand furlongs of sea for an
acre of barren ground:”
(Gonzalo, 1.1, 558-59)
“What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abyss of time?”
(Prospero, 1.2, 49-50)
“Dear, they durst not,
So dear the love my people bore me; nor set
A mark so bloody on the business, but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.”
(Prospero, 1.2, 140-143)
“and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star, whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop.”
(Prospero, 1.2, 181-185)
“Hast thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
Was grown into a hoop?”
(Prospero, 1.2, 258-260)
“Then was this island -
Save for the son that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp, hag-born - not honoured with
A human shape.”
(Prospero, 1.2, 283-286)
“But thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in’t which good
natures Could not abide to be with;”
(Miranda, 1.2, 361-363)
“This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air.”
(Ferdinand, 1.2, 395-397)
“My language! Heavens!
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where ‘tis spoken.”
(Ferdinand, 1.2, 432-434)
“They are both in either’s powers. But this swift
business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.”
(Prospero, 1.2, 454-456)
“There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with’it.”
(Miranda, 1.2, 461-463)
“she that from whom
We all were sea-swallowed, 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.”
(Antonio, 2.1, 246-250)
“sometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.”
(Caliban, 2.2, 12-14)
“Some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone, and most poor matters
Point to rich ends.”
(Ferdinand, 3.1, 2-4)
“You fools! I and my fellows
Are ministers of fate. The elements
Of whom your swords are tempered may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemocked-at stabs,
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
One dowl that’s in my plume.”
(Ariel, 3.3, 60-65)
“Their great guilt,
Like poison given to work a great time after,
Now ‘gins to bit the spirits.”
(Gonzalo, 3.3, 104-106)
“All thy vexations
Were but trials of thy love, and thou
Hast strangely stood the test.”
(Prospero, 4.1, 5-7)
“The strongest oaths are straw
To th’fire i’th’blood.”
(Prospero, 4.1, 52-53)
“We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.”
(Prospero, 4.1, 156-158)
“they were red-hot with drinking;
So full of valour that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces, beat the ground
For kissing of their feet;”
(Ariel, 4.1, 171-174)
“We shall lose our time,
And all be turned to barnacles, or to apes
With foreheads villainous low.”
(Caliban, 4.1, 244-246)
“Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th’
quick,
Yet with my nobler reason ‘gainst my fury
Do I take part. The rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance.”
(Prospero, 5.1, 25-28)
“I have bedimmed
The noontide sun, called forth the mutinous winds,
And ‘twixt the green sea and the azured vault
Set roaring war”
(Prospero, 5.1, 41-44)
“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.”
(Prospero, 5.1, 65-68)
“How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world
That has such people in’t!”
(Miranda, 5.1, 186-187)
“Now my charms are all overthrown,
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,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardoned 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. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so, that is assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardoned be,
Let your indulgence set me free.”
(Prospero, Epilogue, 1-20)
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