If I have too austerely punished you,
Your compensation makes amends
I have given you here a third of mine own life
All thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love and thou
Hast strangely stood the test
If thou dost break her virgin knot before
All sanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy rite be ministered,
No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
To make this contract grow, but barren hate,
Therefore take heed,
As Hymen's lamps shall light you.
...The strong'st suggestion,
Our worser genius can... shall never melt
Mine honor into lust
Go bring the rabble,
O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place.
Before you can say "Come" and "Go,"...Each one, tripping on his toe,...Will be here with mop and mow.
Do you love me, master, no?
Do not give dalliance
Too much the rein.
The white cold virgin snow upon my heart
Abates the ardor of my liver.
No tongue. All eyes! Be silent.
Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and peas;...
—the Queen o' th' Sky bids thee leave these,
Hail, many-colored messenger, that ne'er
Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;
Tell me, heavenly bow,
If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,
Do now attend the queen?
Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows
And be a boy right out.
Great Juno, comes. I know her by her gait.
How does my bounteous sister?
Honor, riches, marriage, blessing,
Long continuance, and increasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you.
Spring come to you at the farthest
In the very end of harvest.
Scarcity and want shall shun you.
Let me live here ever.
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love. Be not too late.
You sunburnt sicklemen of August weary,
Come hither from the furrow and be merry.
Never till this day
Saw I him touched with anger so distempered.
Be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended.
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself—
Yea, all which it inherit—shall dissolve,
We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
I thought to have told thee of it, but I feared
Lest I might anger thee.
They my lowing followed through
Toothed briers, sharp furzes, pricking gorse, and thorns,
Which entered their frail shins.
This was well done, my bird.
A devil, a born devil on whose nature
Nurture can never stick, on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost.
And as with age his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,
Even to roaring.
Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the jack with us.
Monster, I do smell all horse piss, at which my nose is in great indignation.
There is not only disgrace and dishonor in that, monster, but an infinite loss.
Do that good mischief which may make this island
Thine own for ever, and I, thy ___,
For aye thy foot-licker.
O King Stephano! O peer, O worthy Stephano, look what a wardrobe here is for thee!
We steal by line and level, an 't like your grace.
Wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this country
Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.
Fury, Fury!—There, Tyrant, there. Hark, hark!
Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints
With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews
With agèd cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them
Than pard or cat o' mountain.
Hark, they roar.
At this hour
Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.