The Tempest, key quotes (A02) Flashcards
I have done….thou art
“I have done nothing in care of thee,/Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who/Art ignorant of what thou art” - Prospero
O, a cherubin..fortitude from heaven
O, a cherubin/Thou wast that did preserve me! Thou didst smile/Infused with a fortitude from heaven” - Prospero
What….tutor
“What, I say, my foot my tutor?” - Prospero
“The fair….faults your own.”
“The fair should herself weighed between loathness and obedience at/Which end o’th’beam should bow./ The fault’s your own” - Sebastian (on Claribel)
I might….so noble
“I might call him/ a thing divine, for nothing natural/I ever saw so noble” - Miranda (on Ferdinand)
My prime…or no?
. My prime request,/Which I do last pronounce, is - O you wonder -/If you be maid, or no? - Ferdinand (to Miranda)
There’s nothing…dwell with’t
“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. - Miranda (on Ferdinand)
The mistress…do it
“The mistress which I serve quickens what’s dead,/And makes my labours pleasures. O, she is /Ten times more gentle than her father’s crabbed (harsh)…But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours,/Most busy, least when I do it.” - Ferdinand (on Miranda )
Pray give me….lazy by
“Pray give me that;/I’ll carry it to the pile. Ferdinand: “No, precious creature,/I’d rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by.” - Ferdinand (to Miranda)
What is…to say so
“What is your name?” Miranda: “Miranda. - O my father, I have broke your hest to say so.” - Miranda (to Ferdinand)
Do you…honour you
“Do you love me? Ferdinand: …I,/Beyond all limit of what else i’th’world,/Do love, prize, honour you” - Ferdinand (to Miranda)
I am…your maid
“I am your wife, if you will marry me;/If not, I’ll die your maid.” - Miranda
But this is…it shows
“But this is trifling,/And the more it seeks to hide itself/The bigger bulk it shows” - Miranda (to Ferdinand)
It goes on….prompts it
“It goes on, I see,/As my soul prompts it.” - Prospero (on observing Ferdinand and Miranda)
Now my…a head
“Now my project gathers to a head” - Prospero
Is she…thus together?
“Is she the goddess that hath severed us,/ and brought us thus together? - Alonso (on Miranda)
This swift…prize light
“this swift/business/I must uneasy make, lest too light winning/Make the prize light.” - Prospero (on Ferdinand)
This mistress…labours pleasures
“This mistress which I serve quickens what’s dead,/And makes my labours pleasures.”
This mistress…labours pleasures
“This mistress which I serve quickens what’s dead,/And makes my labours pleasures.” - Ferdinand (on Miranda)
Thou dost…a spy
“Thou dost here usurp/The name thou ow’st not, and hast put thyself/Upon this island as a spy” - Prospero (to Ferdinand)
All thy…the test
“All thy vexations/were but trials of my love, and thou/hast strangely stood the test”- Prospero (to Ferdinand)
If thou…light you
“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,/Sour-eyed distain and discord shall bestrew/The union of your bed with weeds so loathly/That you shall hate it both./Therefore take heed,/As hymen’s lamps shall light you” - Prospero
Do not…your vow
“Do not give dalliance/Too much the rein./The strongest oaths are straw/To h’fire i’th’blood. Be more abstemious,/Or else good night your vow.”
What care these roarers….trouble us not
What cares these roarers
for the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not.
If by your art…allay them
If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
I pray thee…so perfidious
Antonio–
I pray thee, mark me–that a brother should
Be so perfidious!
Having both the key…my princely trunk
having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts i’ the state
To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
I, thus neglecting…the bettering of my mind
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my mind
By being so retired…an evil nature
by being so retired,
O’er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
Awaked an evil nature
Like one/Who having….indeed the duke
like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie, he did believe He was indeed the duke;
I should sin…borne bad sons
I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Dear, they durst…bore me
Dear, they durst not,
So dear the love my people bore me
By Providence divine…did give us
By Providence divine. Some food we had and some fresh water that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity, being then appointed Master of this design, did give us,
By accident most strange…will ever after droop.
By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore; and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star, whose influence
If now I court not but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop.
All hail…hail!
All hail, great master! grave sir, hail!
Jove’s lightning’s, the precursors…his dread trident shake
Jove’s lightnings, the precursors
O’ the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.
Let me remember thee…My liberty
Let me remember thee what thou hast promised, Which is not yet perform'd me. PROSPERO How now? moody? What is't thou canst demand? ARIEL My liberty.
Thou liest…has thou forgot her?
Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
This damn’d witch…know’st, was banished
This damn’d witch Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know’st, was banish’d
He did confine me …. remain a dozen years
she did confine thee, By help of her more potent ministers And in her most unmitigable rage, Into a cloven pine; within which rift Imprison'd thou didst painfully remain A dozen years;
The son that she did…with A human shape
the son that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp hag-born–not honour’d with
A human shape.
If thou more mururs;t…away twelve winters
PROSPERO
If thou more murmur’st, I will rend an oak
And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
Thou hast howl’d away twelve winters.
What, ho!…speak.
What, ho! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.
Thou poisonous slave…come forth!
Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
A South-West… all o’er!
a south-west blow on ye
And blister you all o’er!
This island’s mine, by…be that I did so!
This island’s mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,
Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me
Water with berries in’t, and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee
And show’d thee all the qualities o’ the isle,
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:
Cursed be I that did so!
Thou most lying slave…honour of my child
Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.
Oh ho, Oh ho!…isle with Calibans
O ho, O ho! would’t had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.
You taught me language…learning me your language
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!
The ditty does not…it now above me
The ditty does remember my drown’d father.
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.
I might call…saw so noble
I might call him
A thing divine, for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.
What is’t?…tis a spirit
What is’t? a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form. But ‘tis a spirit.
It goes on…soul prompts it
It goes on, I see,
As my soul prompts it.
Beseech you, father…on my garments
MIRANDA
Beseech you, father.
PROSPERO
Hence! hang not on my garments.
Silence! One more word…to him are angels
Silence! one word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
An advocate for an imposter! hush!
Thou think’st there is no more such shapes as he,
Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
To the most of men this is a Caliban
And they to him are angels.
Beseech you,sir…woe Is common
Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause,
So have we all, of joy; for our escape
Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe
Is common - Gonzalo
‘Twas a sweet…in our return
‘Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return. - Sebastian (on Claribel’s marriage)
Would I had never…I ne’er shall see her
Would I had never Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, My son is lost and, in my rate, she too, Who is so far from Italy removed I ne'er again shall see her.
Sir, you may thank…banish’d from your eye
Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss,
That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,
But rather lose her to an African;
Where she at least is banish’d from your eye,
No name of magistrate…No sovreignty
no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; .... No occupation; all men idle, all; And women too, but innocent and pure; No sovereignty;-- SEBASTIAN Yet he would be king on't.
All things in common….feed my innocent people
All things in common nature should produce
Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.
I remember…sit upon me
SEBASTIAN I remember You did supplant your brother Prospero. ANTONIO True: And look how well my garments sit upon me;
But for your….where lies that?
SEBASTIAN
But, for your conscience?
ANTONIO
Ay, sir; where lies that?
My master through…to keep them living
My master through his art foresees the danger
That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth–
For else his project dies–to keep them living
If I can recover…trod on neat leather.
If I can recover him
and keep him tame and get to Naples with him, he’s a
present for any emperor that ever trod on neat’s leather.
I’ll swear upon…is not earthly
CALIBAN
I’ll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject;
for the liquor is not earthly.
Hast thou not dropp’d…moon when time was
CALIBAN Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven? STEPHANO Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i' the moon when time was.
I’ll show thee every…be my God
CALIBAN
I’ll show thee every fertile inch o’ th’ island;
And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.
I’ll show thee the best springs…thou wondrous man
CALIBAN
I’ll show thee the best springs; I’ll pluck thee berries;
I’ll fish for thee and get thee wood enough.
A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
I’ll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
Thou wondrous man.
Poor worm…shows it
PROSPERO
Poor worm, thou art infected!
This visitation shows it.
From mine own…my dukedom
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
No sovreignty…on’t
No sovereignty;–
SEBASTIAN
Yet he would be king on’t.
The mistress which…my labours pleasures
The mistress which I serve quickens what’s dead
And makes my labours pleasures
I had rather crack…I sit lazy by
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,
While I sit lazy by.
You, so perfect…creature’s best!
you,
So perfect and so peerless, are created
Of every creature’s best!
And all the more…bulk it shows
And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
The bigger bulk it shows.
Remember first to possess…As rootedly as I
Remember
First to possess his books; for without them
He’s but a sot, as I am, nor hath not
One spirit to command: they all do hate him
As rootedly as I.
Be not afeard/…dream again
Whole speech
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: 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.
If I should say…generation you should find
Gonzalo on islanders
If I should say, …though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note,
Their manners are more gentle-kind than of
Our human generation you shall find
That deep and dreadful organ pipe…there lie mudded
Alonso, like Prospero?
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced
The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass.
Therefore my son i’ the ooze is bedded, and
I’ll seek him deeper than e’er plummet sounded
And with him there lie mudded.
If I have too austerely…ratify this my rich gift
If I have too austerely punish'd you, Your compensation makes amends, for I Have given you here a third of mine own life, ... I ratify this my rich gift.
As my gift thine own acquisition…that you shall hate it both
as my gift and thine own acquisition
Worthily purchased take my daughter: but
If thou dost break her virgin-knot before
All sanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy rite be minister’d,
No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
To make this contract grow: but barren hate,
Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew
The union of your bed with weeds so loathly
That you shall hate it both:
Do you love me?…dost hear me call
Do you love me, master? no?
PROSPERO
Dearly my delicate Ariel. Do not approach
Till thou dost hear me call.
The white cold…of my liver
The white cold virgin snow upon my heart
Abates the ardour of my liver.
Let me live here ever…this place paradise
Let me live here ever;
So rare a wonder’d father and a wife
Makes this place Paradise.
These our actors….is rounded with a sleep
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,
Ye 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.
Thy thoughts…thy pleasure?
Thy thoughts I cleave to. What’s thy pleasure?
Look what a wardrobe…is but trash
TRINCULO look what a wardrobe here is for thee! CALIBAN Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.
I have bedimmed…by my so potent art
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…drown my book
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.
O brave new…people in’t
O brave new world,
That has such people in’t!
Is she the goddess that…us thus together?
Is she the goddess that hath sever’d us,
And brought us thus together?
this demi-devil…Acknowledge mine
this demi-devil–
For he’s a bastard one–had plotted with them
To take my life. Two of these fellows you
Must know and own; this thing of darkness!
Acknowledge mine.
What a thrice double…dull fool!
What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god
And worship this dull fool!
As you from crimes…set me free
As you from crimes would pardon’d be,
Let your indulgence set me free.
At this hour…all mine enemies
At this hour
Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:
the rarer action…than in vengance
the rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance:
Go make thyself…eye ball else
Go make thyself like a Nymph of the sea. Be subject to every eye ball else.
be’t to fly…On the curled clouds
be’t to fly/To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride/On the curled clouds
You are three men….I have made you mad
You are three men of sin…And on this island/where man doth not inhabit - you amongst men being most unfit to live/ I have made you mad
Terms of Address for Ariel
“malignant thing”
VS
‘my bird’, ‘my industrious servant’, ‘my chick’, ‘My tricksy spirit’, ‘my diligence’, ‘fine Ariel’
I have done thee a….a full year
I have done thee a worthy service/ Told thee no lies, made no mistaking, served without grudge or grumblings. Thou didst promise to bate me a full year
That’s my noble…shall I do?
That’s my noble master! What shall I do? Say what? What shall I do?
Come unto these yellow sands—-sweet sprites the burden bear
Come unto these yellow sands/And then take hands/Curtsied while you have, and kissed/The wild waves wist/Foot it fealty here and there/And sweet sprites the burden bear.
Your charm so strongly works ‘em….And mine shall
ARIEL Your charm so strongly works 'em That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. PROSPERO Dost thou think so, spirit? ARIEL Mine would, sir, were I human. PROSPERO And mine shall. (5.1.21-27)
Prithee peace…cold porridge
(Al) Prithee peace/ (A): He receives comfort like cold porridge
The air here breathes…and rotten ones
(G) The air here breathes most sweetly/ (A) As if it has lungs, and rotten ones
Th’occasion speaks thee…speaks’t out of thy sleep
two characters
Th’occasion speaks thee, and/my strong imagination sees a crown/dropping upon my head
Sebastian: “It is a sleepy language, and thou speak’st out of thy sleep
Well, I am standing water…ebb and flow
Well, I am standing water(s)/I’ll teach you how to ebb and flow (A)
Will you grant me that Ferdinand…man’s life
several phrases
Will you grant me that Ferdinand is gone/Then who is the next heir of Naples?/She that dwells/Ten leagues beyond man’s life - Hyperbole
For all the….cat laps milk
For all the rest, they’ll take suggestion as a cat laps milk
So not for one repulse…We will take thoroughly
(Act III: Scene III)
(a) So not for one repulse forgo the purpose That you resolved t’effect (s) The next advantage/Will we take thoroughly
I’ll yield him thee…into his head
I’ll yield him thee asleep/Where thou mayest knock a nail into his head (Sub plot)
You, brother mine…unnatural thou though art
“You, brother mine, that entertained ambition, Expelled remorse and nature, who, with Sebastian-Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong - Would here have killed your king; I do forgive thee; unnatural though thou art.
But you, my brace of Lords…The devil speaks in him!…I do forgive thou rankest fault…thou must restore
( Long)
“But you, my brace of Lords,/were I so minded/I here could pluck his highness’ frown upon you/And justify you traitors. At this time/I will tell no tales. (s) The devil speaks in him! (p) No./For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother/would even infect my mouth, I do forgive thy rankest fault - all of them - and require my dukedom of thee, which I perforce I know/Thou must restore
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