Tempest
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- Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground: long heath, brown furze, anything. The wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death.
- Now the condition.The King of Naples, being an enemyTo me inveterate, hearkens my brother’s suit,Which was that he, in lieu o' th' premises Of homage and I know not how much tribute, Should presently extirpate me and mineOut of the dukedom, and confer fair MilanWith all the honors on my brother. Whereon,A treacherous army levied, one midnightFated to th' purpose did Antonio open The gates of Milan, and, i' th' dead of darkness, The ministers for th' purpose hurried thence Me and thy crying self.
- Thus, sir:Although this lord of weak remembrance—this,Who shall be of as little memory200When he is earthed—hath here almost persuade (For he’s a spirit of persuasion only,Professes to persuade) the king his son’s alive,'Tis as impossible that he’s undrownedAnd he that sleeps here swims.
- I have seen thee in her and I do adore thee. My mistress showed me thee and thy dog and thy bush.
- Out o' th' moon, I do assure thee. I was the man i' the moon when time was.
- And mine, with my heart in ’t. And now farewellTill half an hour hence.
- Ay, with a heart as willingAs bondage e'er of freedom. Here’s my hand.
- I didn’t say anything.
- You lie.
- You’re the liar, you big fat monkey. I wish my courageous master would kill you. I’m not lying.
- Trinculo, if you interrupt him any more, I swear I’ll knock some teeth out of your head.
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