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!