Quotes Flashcards
Now my charms are all o’erthrown
And what strengths I have’s mine own
The rarer action is
Virtue than in vengeance
It was mine art when I arrived and heard thee that made
Gape the pine and let thee out
For you most wicked sir, whom to call brother would even infect my mouth
I do forgive thy rankest fault
And my ending is despair
Unless I be reliev’d by prayer
What ho! Slave! Caliban
Thou earth thou speak
I have done nothing but
In care of thee
Not a soul but felt the fever of made and
Made some tricks of desperation
What’st thou canst demand
My liberty
Your charm so strongly works them that if you now beheld then
Your affections would become tender
Mine would sir
Were I human
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough
You taught me language
And my profit on’t is I know how to curse
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
The clouds me thought would open and
Show riches ready to drop upon me that when I waK’d I cried to dream again
We shall lose our time or be turned into barnacles
Or apes with foreheads villainous low
Tis a villain sir
I do not love to look on
I might call him a thing divine for
Nothing natural I ever saw so noble
For a score of several kingdoms, you should wrangle
and I would call it FairPlay
I’th’comminwealth I would by contraries
Execute all things
Then wisely good sir weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort
Who thou they are of monstrous shape yet
Note their manners are more gentle kind than of human generation
Do you put tricks upon with
Savages and men of ind
A howling monster!
A drunken monster!
Sir; you may thank yourself for this great loss that would not bless our Europe with your great daughter
But rather lose her to an African
“Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea…
for an acre of barren ground”
I have suffered with those…
that I saw suffer”
“Your tale, sir…
would cure deafness
“My library was
dukedom enough”
“Good wombs have bourne…
bad sons”
“Thou liest malignant thing…
has thou forgot the foul witch Sycorax”
I am your wife
if you will marry me
You may deny me , but I’ll be your
servant, whether you will or not
A devil, a born devil, on whose
nature nurture can never stick
Hell is empty
and all the devils are here