Quotable Quotes from Shakespeare's "The Tempest"

Wardens! Players too! Want something nerdy to drop into your Prospero's Dream Mothership game and see if any literary players (or Warden) spot it? Fear not! Have at a roughly assorted list here:

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see also: Caliban upon Setebos
By Robert Browning
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43748/caliban-upon-setebos
 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Setebos
https://criticsoftheclassics.wordpress.com/2015/05/20/the-monster-of-the-tempest-caliban/
 
Thou shalt be free
As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.
 
Pardon, master;
I will be correspondent to command
And do my spiriting gently.
 
O, I have suffered with those that I saw suffer.
My library was dukedom large enough.
Ferdinand, 
With hair up-staring – then like reeds, not hair – 
Was the first man that leaped; cried ‘Hell is empty
And all the devils are here.’
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own king.
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong
Hark! now I hear them,—Ding-dong, bell.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. 
Hast thou not dropped from heaven?
I am your wife, if you will marry me:
If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow
You may deny me, but I'll be your servant,
Whether you will or no.
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked,
I cried to dream again.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff 
As dreams are made on: and our little life 
Is rounded with a sleep.
This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it
 
Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie:
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he
hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is
perfect gallows.
 
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an
acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any
thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain
die a dry death.
 
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't.
 
They are both in either's powers; but this swift business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.
 
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance
And say what thou seest yond.
 
What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
 
A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it
 
Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid.
 
by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie, he did believe
He was indeed the duke
 
O, wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in't.
As you from crimes would pardoned be,
Let your indulgence set me free.
We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again,
And by that destiny to perform an act
Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come
In yours and my discharge.
 
While you here do snoring lie,
Open-eyed conspiracy
His time doth take.
 
This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine.
 
Now I will believe that there are unicorns...
 
Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well. Awake.
 
I would not wish any companion in the world but you, Nor can imagination form a shape, Besides yourself, to like of.
 
Let us not burthen our remembrance with a heaviness that's gone.
                                                    
I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him.
 
Why, thou deboshed fish thou,
was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much
sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie,
being but half a fish and half a monster?
 
A fish: he smells
like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of
not of the newest Poor-John. A strange fish!
 
'Ban, 'Ban, Cacaliban! Has a new master: get a new man. Freedom, hey-day!
 
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
 
Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.
 
I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,
And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
With foreheads villanous low.
 
Flout 'em and scout 'em
And scout 'em and flout 'em
Thought is free.
He that dies pays all debts
 
Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head: if you
prove a mutineer,—the next tree! The poor monster's
my subject and he shall not suffer indignity.
 
He receives comfort like cold porridge.
 
To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.
 
You taught me language, and my profit on't is, I know how to curse.
The red plague rid you for learning me your language!
 
Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of our generation you shall find.
 
I long to hear the story of your life, which must captivate the ear strangely.
 
Watch out he's winding the watch of his wit, by and by it will strike.
 
At this hour, Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.
 
Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,
Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm’d
The noontide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds,
And ‘twixt the green sea and the azured vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire and rifted Jove’s stout oak
With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck’d up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let ‘em forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure, and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I’ll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I’ll drown my book.
 
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own,
Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
I must be here confined by you...
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands:
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please: now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so, that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
 
I' the commonwealth I would by contraries
Execute all things; for no kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,
And use of service, none; contract, succession,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;
No occupation; all men idle, all;
And women too, but innocent and pure.
 
For several virtues
Have I liked several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd
And put it to the foil
 
Although they want the use of tongue, a kind of excellent dumb discourse.
 
Look thou be true; do not give dalliance
Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw
To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious
 
Where the bee sucks. there suck I:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
 
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such people in't!
 
Let us not burthen our remembrance with a heaviness that's gone.
 
Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.