| “Hell is empty,/ And all the devils are here.” (Act 1 Scene 2, Lines 252-253) | Ariel to Ferdinand |
| “Through all the signories it was the first, And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed In dignity, and for the liberal arts Without a parallel, those being all my study- The government I cast upon my brother And to my state grew stranger, being transported And rapt in secret studies.” (Act 1, Scene 2, Lines 89-95) | Prospero to Miranda |
| My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech,Were I but where ’tis spoken. (Act 1 Scene 2 Line 515 pg 45) | Ferdinand to Miranda |
| Will you grant with meThat Ferdinand is drown’dSeb. He’s goneAnt. Then tell me, who’s the next heire of Naples?Seb. Claribell Ant. She that is Queene of Tunis: she that dwelsTen leagues beyond mans life…(Act 2, Scene 1, Pg. 69, Line 276-281) | Antonio to Sebastian |
| …Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellowes…(Act 2, Scene 2, Pg. 79, Line 40-41) | Trinculo to Caliban |
| “But I feele notThis Deity in my bosome: ‘Twentie consciencesThat stand ‘twixt me, and Millaine, candied be they,And melt ere they mollest…” (Act 2, Scene 1, Pg. 73, Line 320-321) | Antonio to Sebastian |
| I’th’ Commonwealth I would (by contraries)Execute all things: For no kinde of TraffickeWould I admit: No name of Magistrate:Letters should not be knowne: Riches, pouerty,And vse of seruice, none: Contract, Succession,Borne, bound of Land, Tilth, Vineyard none:No vse of Mettall, Corne, or Wine, or Oyle:No occupation, all men idle, all:And Women too, but innocent and pure:No SoueraigntyAll things in common Nature should produceWithout sweat or endeuour: Treason, fellony,Sword, Pike, Knife, Gun, or neede of any EngineWould I not haue: but Nature should bring forthOf it owne kinde, all foyzon, all abundanceTo feed my innocent people(Act 2, Scene 1, Pg. 63, Line 162 – 171, 175 – 180) | Gonzalo to Alonso and Sebastian |
| There be some sports are painful, and their labourDelight in them sets off: some kinds of basenessAre nobly undergone, and most poor mattersPoint to rich ends. This my mean taskWould be as heavy to me as odious, butThe mistress which I serve quickens what’s dead,And makes my labours pleasures: (Act 3, Scene 1, Lines 1-7) | Ferdinand to the audience |
| I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,The jewel in my dower, I would not wishAny companion in the world but you;Nor can imagination form a shape,Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattleSomething too wildly, and my father’s preceptsI therein do forget. (Act 3, Scene 1, Lines 64-70) | Miranda to the audience and/or Ferdinand |
| Faith, Sir, you need not fear. When we were boys,Who would believe that there were mountaineers,Dewlapped like bulls, whose throats had hanging at ’emWallets of flesh? Or that there were such menWhose heads stood in their breasts? Which now we findEach Putter-out of five for one one will bring us Good Warrant of.(Act 3-Scene 3-lines 57-69) | Gonzalo to Alonzo |
| There thou mayst brain him,Having first seized his books, or with a logBatter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,Or cut his weasand with thy knife. RememberFirst he possess his books, for without themHe’s but a sot, as I am, nor hath notOne spirit to his command.(Act 3 Scene 2, Lines 97-102) | Caliban to Trinculo and Stephano |
| You do look (my son) in a mov’d sort,As if you were dismayed: be cheerful Sir,Our Revels now are ended: These our actors,(As I foretold you) were all Spirits, andAre melted into air, into thin air,And like the baseless fabric of this visionThe Cloud-capt Towers, the gorgeous Palaces,The solemn Temples, the great Globe itself,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,And like this insubstantial Pageant fadedLeague not a rack behind we are such stuffAs dreams are made on; and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleepe: Sir, I am vext,Beare with my weakness, my old brain is troubled:Be not disturb’d with my infirmity,If you be pleased, retire into my cell,And there repose, a turn or two, I’ll walkTo still my beating mind. (Act 4, Scene 1, Lines 163-180) | Prospero to Ferdinand |
| If I have too austerely punished you,Your compensation makes amends, for IHave given you here a third of mine own life,Or that for which I live: who, once againI tender to thy hand. All thy vexationsWere but my trials of thy love, and thouHast strangely stood the test: here, afore heavenI ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,Do not smile at me, that I boast [of her],For thou shalt find she will out-strip all praiseAnd make it halt behind her. (Act 4, Scene 1, Lines 1-11) | Prospero to Ferdinand |
| “O wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O, brave new world That has such people in ‘t!” (Act 5, Scene 1, Lines 215-218) | Miranda to everyone |
| “Though with their high wrongs I am stuck to th’ quick,Yet with my nobler reason ‘gainst my furyDo I take part. The rarer action isIn virtue than in vengeance.” (Act 5, Scene 1, Lines 32-36) | Prospero to Ariel |
| “But you, my brace oflords, were I so minded,I here could pluck his Highness’ frown upon you,And justify you traitors; at this timeI will tell no tales.”(Act 5, Scene 1, Lines 142-146) | Prospero to the court of Alonzo |
| “Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom In a poor isle; and all of us ourselves When no man was his own.”(Act 5, Scene 1, Lines 252-254) | Gonzalo to everyone |
| 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 confin’d by you, Or sent to Naples. Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon’d 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 reliev’d by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardon’d be, Let your indulgence set me free. (Epilogue, Lines 1-20) | Prospero to Audience |
Passages in the tempest
July 8, 2019