Thy false uncle...new created The creatures that were mine...set all hearts i'th'state To what tune pleased his ear, that now he was The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, And sucked my verdure out on't...
Full fathom five thy father lies Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell. Hark, now I hear them, ding dong bell.
Related Characters:Ariel (speaker), Alonso, Ferdinand
I'th'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; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; No occupation, all men idle, all; And women, too, but innocent and pure; No sovereignty— ... All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour. Treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine Would I not have; but nature should bring forth Of it own kind, all foison, all abundance To feed my innocent people.
...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.
There be some sports are painful, and their labour Delight in them sets off. 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, And makes my labours pleasures.
Be not afeared; 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; and sometime voices, That if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked I cried to dream again.
...Be cheerful, sir, Our revels now are ended; these our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air; And like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And like this insubstantial pageant faded Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
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?
...But this rough magic I here abjure...I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than ever did plummet sound I'll drown my book.
...O rejoice Beyond a common joy, and set it down With gold on lasting pillars: in one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis, And Ferdinand her brother found a wife Where he himself was lost; Prospero, his dukedom In a poor isle, and all of us ourselves, When no man was his own.
Related Characters:Gonzalo (speaker), Prospero, Miranda, Ferdinand
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 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 it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults. As you from crimes would pardoned be, Let your indulgence set me free.