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Act 1 Scene 1
Boatswain- What cares these roarers for the name of the king?
Gonazalo- remember whom thou hast aboard
Sebastion- Im out of patience
Antonia- We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards
Gonzalo The wills above be done
Act 1 Scene 2
Miranda- Oh, the cry did knock against my very heart!... Had I been any god of
power, I would
/Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere/It should the good ship so have swallowed
and /The fraughting souls within her
Prospero to Miranda- Tell your piteous heart/ Theres no harm done
- Art igrnorant of what thou art
Miranda- this is the the first that eeer I sighed for My Affections are then
most humble, I have no ambition to see a goodlier man
Ferdinand- Oh if a virginIll make you the queen of Naples
Prospero- Foolish wench, to th most of men this is a Caliban and they to him
are angles
Act 2 Scene 1
Gonzalo- Our hint of woe is common. But for the miraclefew in millions can
speak like use
Ariel ( describing Caliban, and co) So full of valor that they smote the air for
breathing in their faces, beat the ground for kissing of their feet
Prospero- A devil, a born devil on whose nature Nurture can never stick
- And as with age his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers
Stephano ( describing the lost bottle)- There is not only disgrace and
dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss
Caliban- What do you mean to dote thus on such luggage?
Trinculo- We steal by line and level
Prospero- At this hour lie at my mercy all mien enemies
Act 5 Scene 1
Ariel ( to Prospero) His tears run down his beards like winters drops form
eaves of reedsif you now beheld them, your affections would become tender
- Mind would sir, were I human.
Prospero- Which but air, a touch of their afflictions, and shall not myself one
of their kind be kindlier move than thou art?
- With my nobler reason gainst my furythe rarer
action is in virtue than in vengeance
- They being penitent, the sole drift of my purpose doth
extend not a frown further
Act 5 Epilogue
No my charms are all oerthrown, And what strength I have mine own