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Quote IDs Act III (The Tempest)

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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