The Tempest quotes

Where is the master, boatswain?

Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.

When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not.

Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.

When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king?

To cabin: silence! trouble us not.

Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

None that I more love than myself.

You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority:

use your authority: if you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts! Out of our way, I say. Exit.

I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows.

Stand fast, good Fate, to his hanging: make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage. If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. Exeunt.

Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o’er and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!

Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

Let’s take leave of him. Exeunt Antonio and Sebastian.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any thing.

The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. Exeunt.

out o’ the substitution, And executing the outward face of royalty, With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing— Dost thou hear?

Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

To have no screen between this part he play’d And him he play’d it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable;

I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother:

Good wombs have borne bad sons.

Now the condition. The King of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother’s suit;

every day some sailor’s wife, The masters of some merchant 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.

He receives comfort like cold porridge.

The visitor will not give him o’er so.

With an eye of green in’t.

No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.

But the rarity of it is—which is indeed almost beyond credit—

Carthage?

His word is more than the miraculous harp; he hath raised the wall and houses too.

What impossible matter will he make easy next?

His word is more than the miraculous harp; he hath raised the wall and houses too.

What impossible matter will he make easy next?

I think he will carry this island home in his pocket and give it his son for an apple.

What impossible matter will he make easy next?

I think he will carry this island home in his pocket and give it his son for an apple.

And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands.

An it had not fallen flat-long.

You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.

Enter Ariel, invisible, playing solemn music.

Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm o’ my troth! I do now let loose my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. Thunder.

Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabouts: misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows.

I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.

Do not torment me, prithee; I’ll bring my wood home faster.

He’s in his fit now and does not talk after the wisest.

He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit. If I can recover him and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him;

I should know that voice: it should be—but he is drowned; and these are devils: O defend me!

Four legs and two voices: a most delicate monster!

His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague. Come. Amen!

Here, kiss the book.

Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.

O Stephano, hast any more of this?

Hast thou not dropp’d from heaven?

Out o’ the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i’ the moon when time was.

I have seen thee in her and I do adore thee: My mistress show’d me thee and thy dog and thy bush.

I’ll show thee every fertile inch o’ th’ island; And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.

By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster! when’s god’s asleep, he’ll rob his bottle.

I’ll kiss thy foot; I’ll swear myself thy subject.

I’ll show thee the best springs; I’ll pluck thee berries; I’ll fish for thee and get thee wood enough. A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! I’ll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Thou wondrous man.

A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard!

I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts; Show thee a jay’s nest and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmoset;

No more dams I’ll make for fish; Nor fetch in firing At requiring; Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish: ’Ban, ’Ban, Cacaliban Has a new master: get a new man.

Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey-day, freedom!

O brave monster! Lead the way. Exeunt.

Tell not me; when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board ’em. Servant-monster, drink to me.

Servant-monster! the folly of this island! They say there’s but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if th’ other two be brained like us, the state totters.

Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes are almost set in thy head.

O, forgive me my sins!

He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee.

Mercy upon us!

Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair and prove a bald jerkin.

Do, do: we steal by line and level, an’t like your grace.

I thank thee for that jest; here’s a garment for’t: wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this country. “Steal by line and level” is an excellent pass of pate; there’s another garment for’t.

And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they Find this grand liquor that hath gilded ’em? How camest thou in this pickle?

I have been in such a pickle since I saw you last that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.

O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp.

I have been in such a pickle since I saw you last that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.

O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp.

You’d be king o’ the isle, sirrah?