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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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Tempest
[I, 1] |
Boatswain |
25 |
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: 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.
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2 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Miranda |
246 |
Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?
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3 |
Tempest
[I, 2] |
Miranda |
504 |
Abhorred slave,
Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in't which
good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confined into this rock,
Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
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4 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Antonio |
1014 |
Ay, sir; where lies that? if 'twere a kibe,
'Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not
This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they
And melt ere they molest! Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon,
If he were that which now he's like, that's dead;
Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it,
Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.
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5 |
Tempest
[III, 1] |
Miranda |
1385 |
And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewell
Till half an hour hence.
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6 |
Tempest
[III, 2] |
Caliban |
1509 |
Within this half hour will he be asleep:
Wilt thou destroy him then?
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7 |
Tempest
[III, 3] |
Sebastian |
1585 |
A living drollery. Now I will believe
That there are unicorns, that in Arabia
There is one tree, the phoenix' throne, one phoenix
At this hour reigning there.
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8 |
Tempest
[IV, 1] |
Prospero |
2009 |
Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:
Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little
Follow, and do me service.
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9 |
Tempest
[V, 1] |
Ariel |
2019 |
On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,
You said our work should cease.
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