tempest
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- "Sir, I invite your highness and your train To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest For this one night, which—part of it—I’ll waste With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it Go quick away: the story of my life And the particular accidents gone by Since I came to this isle. And in the morn I’ll bring you to your ship and so to Naples, Where I have hope to see the nuptial Of these our dear-belovèd solemnized, And thence retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave."
- "Heavens thank you for ’t! And now, I pray you, sir—For still ’tis beating in my mind—your reasonFor raising this sea storm?"
- "Know thus far forth: By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune (Now my dear lady) hath mine enemies Brought to this shore. And by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions."
- "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 hearts' sorrow And a clear life ensuing."
- "Monster, I will kill this man. His daughter and I will be king and queen—save our graces!—and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys.—Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo?"
- "Ay, lord. She will become thy bed, I warrant.And bring thee forth brave brood.
- "Excellent."
- "Let your indulgence set me free.As you from crimes would pardoned be, Mercy itself and frees all faults. Which pierces so that it assaults Unless I be relieved by prayer, And my ending is despair, Spirits to enforce, art to enchant, Which was to please. Now I want Must fill, or else my project fails, Gentle breath of yours my sails With the help of your good hands. But release me from my bands "
- "Honor, riches, marriage, blessing, Long continuance, and increasing, Hourly joys be still upon you. Juno sings her blessings on you."
- "Spirits, which by mine art I have from their confines called to enact My present fancies."
- "This is a most majestic vision, and Harmonious charmingly. May I be bold To think these spirits?"
- "Earth’s increase, foison plenty, Barns and garners never empty, Vines and clustering bunches growing, Plants with goodly burden bowing—Spring come to you at the farthest In the very end of harvest. Scarcity and want shall shun you. Ceres' blessing so is on you."
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