Quotes from the Tempest

I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows Gonzalo
I’ll warranat him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench Gonzalo
I’m out of patience Sebastian
Let’s all sink with the king Antonio
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. But I would fain die a dry death Gonzalo
And rather like a dream than an assurance that my remembrance warrants Miranda
I pray thee, mark me Prospero
Your tale sire would cure deafness Miranda
Well demanded wench Prospero
Look, he’s winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike Sebastian
Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when e pit them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the king’s fair daughter Claribel to the king of tunis Gonzalo
I’ the commonwealth I would by contraries execute all things: for no kind of traffic would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, And use of service none Gonzalo
There be some sports are painful and their labour delight in them sets of: some kinds of baseness are nobly undergone and most poor matters point to rich ends. This my mean task would be as heavy to me as odious, but the mistress which I serve quickens what’s dead Ferdinand
Having first seized his books; or with a log batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, or cut his wezand with thy knife. Caliban
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises. Sounds and sweet airs,, that give delight, and hurt not. sometimes a thousand twangling instruments will hum about mine ears Caliban
You are three men of sin, whom Destiny, – that hath to instrument this lower world Ariel
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 Prospero
You do look my son in a moved sort as if you were dismayed: be cheerful, sir. These our actors as I foretold you, were all spirits, and are melted into air. We are such stuff as dreams are made on Prospero
A devil, a born devil, on whose nature nurture can never stick; on whom my pains Prospero
I’ll break my staff, bury it for certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound I’ll drown my book Prospero