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There be some sports are painful, and their labor
Delight in them sets off

Ferdinand

This my mean task
Would be as heavy to me as odious, but
The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead
And makes my labors pleasures

Ferdinand

These sweet thoughts do even refresh my labors

Ferdinand

She is ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed,
And he's composed of harshness

Ferdinand

Work not so hard.

Miranda

The sun will set before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.

Ferdinand

Pray, give me that.
I'll carry it to the pile.

Miranda

I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonor undergo
While I sit lazy by.

Ferdinand

Poor worm, thou art infected!

Prospero

You look wearily.

Miranda

What is your name?

Ferdinand

Indeed the top of admiration, worth
What's dearest to th' world!

Ferdinand

Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear.

Ferdinand

You, O you,
So perfect and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.

Ferdinand

I do not know
One of my sex, no woman's face remember

Miranda

But I prattle
Something too wildly

Miranda

The very instant that I saw you did
My heart fly to your service

Ferdinand

Do you love me?

Miranda

O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound
And crown what I profess with kind event

Ferdinand

I beyond all limit of what else i' th' world
Do love, prize, honor you.

Ferdinand

I am a fool
To weep at what I am glad of.

Miranda

Fair encounter of two most rare affections!

Prospero

Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between 'em!

Prospero

Wherefore weep you?

Ferdinand

At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
What I desire to give, and much less take
What I shall die to want.

Miranda

I am your wife if you will marry me.
If not, I'll die your maid

Miranda

My mistress, dearest, and I thus humble ever.

Ferdinand

My husband, then?

Miranda

A thousand thousand!

Ferdinand

I'll to my book...

Prospero

The folly of this island. They say there's but five upon this isle. We are three of them. If th' other two be brained like us, the state totters.

Trinculo

Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee. Thy eyes are almost set in thy head

Stephano

Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.

Stephano

Mooncalf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good mooncalf.

Stephano

How does thy honor? Let me lick thy shoe.

Caliban

I'll not serve him. He's not valiant.

Caliban

Thou liest, most ignorant monster

Trinculo

Why, thou deboshed fish, thou, was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I today?

Trinculo

Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

Trinculo

"Lord," quoth he? That a monster should be such a natural!

Trinculo

Lo, lo, again! Bite him to death, I prithee.

Caliban

If you prove a mutineer, the next tree.

Stephano

Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?

Caliban

Thou liest.

Ariel

Thou liest, thou jesting monkey...

Caliban

Why, I said nothing.

Trinculo

I say, by sorcery he got this isle.
From me he got it.

Caliban

Thou shalt be lord of it and I'll serve thee.

Caliban

I'll yield him thee asleep,
Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.

Caliban

Thou canst not.

Ariel

What a pied ninny's this!—Thou scurvy patch!

Caliban

Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll go farther off.

Trinculo

Didst thou not say he lied?

Stephano

As you like this, give me the lie another time.

Stephano

A pox o' your bottle!

Trinculo

A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers!

Trinculo

There thou mayst brain him,
Having first seized his books; or with a log
Batter his skull; or paunch him with a stake;
Or cut his weasand with thy knife.

Caliban

Remember
First to possess his books, for without them
He's but a sot

Caliban

Burn but his books

Caliban

But she as far surpasseth Sycorax
As great'st does least.

Caliban

Is it so brave a lass?

Stephano

She will become thy bed, I warrant.

Caliban

Monster, I will kill this man. His daughter and I will be king and queen.

Stephano

This will I tell my master.

Ariel

Flout 'em and scout 'em,
And scout 'em and flout 'em.
Thought is free.

Stephano

This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of Nobody.

Trinculo

Art thou afeard?

Caliban

He that dies pays all debts.—I defy thee!—Mercy upon us!

Stephano

O, forgive me my sins!

Trinculo

Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.

Caliban

And then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again.

Caliban

By 'r lakin, I can go no further, sir.

Gonzalo

My old bones ache.

Gonzalo

Even here I will put off my hope and keep it
No longer for my flatterer. He is drowned
Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks
Our frustrate search on land.

Alonso

I am right glad that he's so out of hope.

Antonio

Do not for one repulse forego the purpose
That you resolved t' effect.

Antonio

The next advantage
Will we take throughly.

Sebastian

Let it be tonight,
For now they are oppressed with travel.

Antonio

What harmony is this? My good friends, hark!

Alonso

Marvelous sweet music!

Gonzalo

Now I will believe
That there are unicorns

Sebastian

Travelers ne'er did lie,
Though fools at home condemn 'em.

Antonio

Their manners are more gentle-kind than of
Our human generation

Gonzalo

Some of you there present
Are worse than devils.

Prospero

I cannot too much muse
Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing,

Alonso

They vanished strangely.

Francisco

You are three men of sin

Ariel

I have made you mad,
And even with suchlike valor men hang and drown
Their proper selves

Ariel

You fools, I and my fellows
Are ministers of fate

Ariel

Your swords are now too massy for your strengths
And will not be uplifted

Ariel

You three from Milan did supplant good Prospero,
Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it,
Him and his innocent child.

Ariel

For which foul deed
The powers...have bereft...Thee of thy son, Alonso,

Ariel

Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou performed

Prospero

I' th' name of something holy, sir, why stand you
In this strange stare?

Gonzalo

Oh, it is monstrous, monstrous.

Alonso

The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ pipe, pronounced
The name of Prosper

Alonso

I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded
And with him there lie mudded.

Alonso

But one fiend at a time,
I'll fight their legions o'er.

Sebastian

All three of them are desperate

Gonzalo

Follow them swiftly
And hinder them from what this ecstasy
May now provoke them to.

Gonzalo

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