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Result number
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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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The numbering is not keyed to any copyrighted numbering system found in a volume of
collected works (Arden, Oxford, etc.) The numbering starts at the beginning of the work, and does not
restart for each scene.
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Tempest
[II, 1] |
Antonio |
911 |
We two, my lord,
Will guard your person while you take your rest,
And watch your safety.
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2 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Ariel |
1040 |
My master through his art foresees the danger
That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth—
For else his project dies—to keep them living.
[Sings in GONZALO's ear]
While you here do snoring lie,
Open-eyed conspiracy
His time doth take.
If of life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake, awake!
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3 |
Tempest
[II, 2] |
Stephano |
1148 |
What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put
tricks upon's with savages and men of Ind, ha? I
have not scaped drowning to be afeard now of your
four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as
ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground;
and it shall be said so again while Stephano
breathes at's nostrils.
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4 |
Tempest
[III, 1] |
Miranda |
1304 |
If you'll sit down,
I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;
I'll carry it to the pile.
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5 |
Tempest
[III, 1] |
Ferdinand |
1307 |
No, precious creature;
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,
While I sit lazy by.
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6 |
Tempest
[III, 2] |
Stephano |
1507 |
Give me thy hand: I am sorry I beat thee; but,
while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.
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7 |
Tempest
[III, 3] |
Prospero |
1664 |
Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:
Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated
In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life
And observation strange, my meaner ministers
Their several kinds have done. My high charms work
And these mine enemies are all knit up
In their distractions; they now are in my power;
And in these fits I leave them, while I visit
Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd,
And his and mine loved darling.
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Tempest
[IV, 1] |
Stephano |
1982 |
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.
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