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tempest act II
Updated: 5/21/2020
tempest act II
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  • All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flatss on prosper fall, and make him By inchmal a disease! His spirits hear me, and yet I needs must curse. but they'll nor pinch, Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' th' mire, Nor lead me like a firebrand, in the dark Out of way, unless he bid' em. but For every trifle are they set upon me,
  • Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' th' wind. yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks loike a foul bombard that would shed his liqour. if it should thumder as it did before a know not where to hide my head
  • Do not torment me!o!
  • I shall no more to sea, to sea Here shall I die ashore.This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man,s funeral Well, here,s my confort.The master, the swabber the boatswain and i, loved mall, meg, and marian and margery but none of us cared for kate. for she had a tongue with a tang would cry to a sailor "Go hang!" she loved not the savor of tar nor of pitch; yet tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch Then to sea boys, and le her go hang! This is scurvy tune too;but here's my comfort
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