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English Visual Literacy Final Project - Kai Alkadiri

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  • Spirits, I call thee! Do my bidding
  • Good, now I mush vanish, for they will soon approach
  • Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these?
  • 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.
  • Praise in departing.
  • I'll believe both; and what does else want credit, come to me, and I'll be sworn 'tis true: travellers ne'er did lie, though fools at home condemn 'em.
  • If in NaplesI should report this now, would they believe me? If I should say, I saw such islanders--for, certes, these are people of the island--who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note, their manners are more gentle-kind than of our human generation you shall find many, nay, almost any.
  • Honest lord, thou hast said well; for some of you there present are worse than devils.
  • I cannot too much muse such shapes, such gesture and such sound, expressing, although they want the use of tongue, a kind of excellent dumb discourse.
  • They vanish'd strangely.
  • No matter, since they have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs. Will't please you taste of what is here?
  • Not I.
  • Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys, who would believe that there were mountaineers dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em wallets of flesh? or that there were such menWhose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find each putter-out of five for one will bring us Good warrant of.
  • I will stand to and feed,Although my last: no matter, since I feelThe best is past. Brother, my lord the duke,Stand to and do as we.
  • You are three men of sin, whom Destiny, that hath to instrument this lower world and what is in't, the never-surfeited sea hath caused to belch up you; and on this island where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; and even with such-like valour men hang and drown their proper selves.
  • You fools! I and my fellows are ministers of Fate: the elements, of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs kill the still-closing waters, as diminish one dowle that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers are like invulnerable.
  • If you could hurt, your swords are now too massy for your strengths and will not be uplifted. But remember--for that's my business to you--that you three from Milan did supplant good Prospero; exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it, him and his innocent child: for which foul deed the powers, delaying, not forgetting, have incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures, against your peace.
  • Thee of thy son, Alonso, they have bereft; and do pronounce by me: lingering perdition, worse than any death can be at once, shall step by step attend you and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from--which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls upon your heads--is nothing but heart-sorrow and a clear life ensuing.
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