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| Question | Answer |
| PROSPERO: "Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee?" | . |
| ARIEL: "Remember I have done thee worthy service, Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served Without or grudge or grumblings. Thou didst promise To bate me a full year. " | . |
| MIRANDA: "tis a villain, sir. I do not love to look on." | . |
| GONZALO: "I the commonwealth, I would by contraries execute all things." | . |
| BOATSWAIN: "What cares these roarers for the name of king?" | . |
| GONZALO: "his complexion is perfect gallows." | . |
| PROSPERO: "I have done nothing but in care of thee" | . |
| PROSPERO: "..that a brother should be so perfidious.." | . |
| PROSPERO: "made such a sinner of his memory to credit his own lie" | . |
| ARIEL: "All hail, great master, grave sir, hail! I come to answer thy best pleasure.." | . |
| ARIEL: "Hell is empty, and all the devils are here." | . |
| PROSPERO: "What is't thou demand?" ARIEL: "My Liberty." | . |
| ARIEL: "Not a hair perished, on their sustaining garments not a blemish, but fresher than before." | . |
| PROSPERO: “Thou liest, malignant thing..” | . |
| PROSPERO: “The foul witch Sycorax.” | . |
| PROSPERO: “A freckled whelp, hag-born – not honoured with a human shape.” | . |
| PROSPERO: "It was mine art." | . |
| PROSPERO: “If thou more murmur’st, I will rend an oak and peg thee in his knotty entrails till thou hast howled away twelve winters.” | . |
| PROSPERO: “Awake, dear heart, awake; thou hast slept well, awake” | . |
| PROSPERO: “We’ll visit Caliban, my slave, who never yields us kind answer.” | . |
| MIRANDA: “’tis a villain, sir. I do not love to look on.” | . |
| PROSPERO: “Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself upon thy wicked dam, come forth.” | . |
| CALIBAN: “A south west blow on ye, and blister you all o’er!” | . |
| CALIBAN: “This island’s mine by Sycorax my mother, which thou tak’st from me.” | . |
| CALIBAN: “Thou strok’st me and made much of me; wouldst give me water with berries in’t, and teach me how to name the bigger light.” | . |
| CALIBAN: “And then I loved thee and showed thee all the qualities o’th’isle, the fresh springs, brine pits, barrenplace and fertile – cursed be that I did so!” | . |
| PROSPERO: “I have used thee, filth as thou art, with humane care, and lodged thee in mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate the honour of my child.” | . |
| CALIBAN: “Would’t had been done, Thou didst prevent me – I had peopled else this island with Calibans!” | . |
| MIRANDA: “I pitied thee, took pains to make thee speak, taught each hour one thing or other.” | . |
| MIRANDA: "Gabble like a thing most brutish." | . |
| PROSPERO: “No, wench, it eats, and sleeps, and hath such sense as we have.” | . |
| MIRANDA: “I might call him a thing divine, for nothing natural I ever saw so noble.” | . |
| PROSPERO: "Foolish wench." | . |
| GONZALO: "Beseech you, sir. Be merry." | . |
| ADRIAN: "uninhabitable, almost inaccessible." | . |
| ADRIAN: "The air breathes upon us most sweetly." | . |
| SEBASTIAN: "as if it had lungs, and rotten ones." | . |
| ANTONIO: "The ground indeed is most tawny." | . |
| SEBASTIAN: "Twas was a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return." | . |
| FRANCISCO: "As stooping to relieve him, I not doubt he came alive to land." | . |
| SEBASTIAN: "Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss." "The fault's your own." | . |
| GONZALO: "My lord Sebastian, the truth you speak doth lack some gentleness." | . |
| ANTONIO: "The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning." | . |
| GONZALO: "I would with such perfection govern,sir, T'excel the Golden Age." | . |
| ANTONIO: "Worthy Sebastian, [...] my strong imagination sees a crown dropping upon thy head." | . |
| ANTONIO: "Look how well my garments sit upon me!" | . |
| ANTONIO: "Here lies your brother [..], if he were that which now he's like - that's dead." | . |
| ANTONIO: "..Can lay to bed forever." | . |
| ANTONIO: "They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk." | . |
| CALIBAN: "All the infections that the sun sucks up from bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, & make him by inch-meal a disease. His spirits hear me, & yet I needs must curse." | . |
| TRINCULO: "What have we here, a man or a fish? Dead or alive?" "A dead fish." | . |
| TRINCULO: "When they will not give a doit to a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian." | . |
| CALIBAN: "Hast thou dropped from heaven?" | . |
| CALIBAN: "I'll show thee every fertile inch o'th'island. And I will kiss thy foot - I prithee be my God." "Thou wondrous man." | . |
| TRINCULO: "A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard." | . |
| CALIBAN: "Freedom, high-day, freedom." | . |
| FERDINAND: "..such baseness had never like executor." | . |
| FERDINAND: "O, she is ten times more gentle than he fathers crabbed - and he's composed of harshness." | . |
| FERDINAND: "NO, precious creature, I'd rather break my back, than you should such dishonour undergo, while I sit lazy by." | . |
| PROSPERO: "Poor worm, thou art infected." | . |
| MIRANDA: "Miranda. - O my father, I have broke your your hest to say so." | . |
| FERDINAND: "Admired Miranda, indeed the top of admiration, worth what's dearest to the world. Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard, and many a time th'harmony of their tongues hath into bondage, brought too my diligent ear." | . |
| FERDINAND: "Have I liked several women, never any with so full soul but some defect in her." | . |
| FERDINAND: "But you, O you, so perfect and so peerless, are created of every creature's best." | . |
| MIRANDA: "I do not know one of my sex, no woman's face remember, save from my glass, mine own. Nor have I seen more that I may call men than you, good friend, and my dear father." | . |
| FERDINAND: "..and for your sake, am I this patient log man." | . |
| FERDINAND: "I, beyond all limit of what else i'th'world, do love, prize, honour you." | . |
| MIRANDA: "At mine unworthiness" "I am your wife, if you will marry me, if not, I'll die your maid." | . |
| STEPHANO: "Drink, servant monster." | . |
| CALIBAN: "As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island." "I say by sorcery he got this isle!" | . |
| CALIBAN: "My lord, I'll yield him thee asleep, where thou mayst knock a nail into his head." | . |
| CALIBAN: "I never saw a woman but only Sycorax my dam..." | . |
| CALIBAN: "Ay, Lord, she will become thy bed, I warrant, and bring thee forth brave brood." | . |
| STEPHANO: "Monster, I will kill this man. His daughter and I will be king and queen!" | . |
| CALIBAN: "Sounds, & sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not." "..and then in dreaming the clouds methought would open, & show riches ready to drop upon me, that when I waked I cried to dream again." | . |
| ALONSO: "Even here I will put off my hope.." "Well, let him go." | . |
| ANTONIO: "I am right glad that he's so out of hope." | . |
| SEBASTIAN: "There are unicorns; that in Arabia there is one tree, the Phoenix' throne, one phoenix at this hour reigning there." | . |
| ALONSO: "Therefore my on i'th'ooze is bedded; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded and with him there lie muddled." | . |
| PROSPERO: "I must bestow upon the eyes of this young couple some vanity of mine." | . |
| PROSPERO: "To th'fire i'th'blood." | . |
| FERDINAND: "I warrant you, sir, the white cold virgin snow upon my hear abates the ardour of my liver." | . |
| IRIS: "..thy rich leas of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and peas.." | . |
| IRIS: "Spongy April" "Lassborn spring" | . |
| CERES: "Vines with clustering bunches growing, plants with goodly burden bowing" | . |
| IRIS: "three sunburned sickle men of August weary" | . |
| PROSPERO: "I had forgot that foul conspiracy of the beast Caliban and his confederates" | . |
| PROSPERO: "We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep." | . |
| PROSPERO: "A devil, a born devil, on whose nature nurture can never stick" | . |
| [ENTER PROSPERO, IN HIS MAGIC ROBES] | . |
| ARIEL: "His tears runs down his beard like winter's drops from eaves of reeds" | . |
| PROSPERO: "Dost thou think so, spirit?" ARIEL: "Mine would sir, if I were human" | . |
| Act 5, Scene 1 Lines 8 - 19 | . |
| PROSPERO: "The rare action is in virtue, than in vengeance." | . |
| PROSPERO: "I do forgive thee, unnatural through thou art." | . |
| PROSPERO: "I will discase me, and myself present as I was sometime Milan. Quickly, Spirit, thou shalt ere long be free." | . |
| PROSPERO: "Why's that my dainty Ariel" "The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero" | . |
| PROSPERO: "I here could pluck his highness frown upon you and justify you traitors. At this time I will tell no tales." | . |
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