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| I would fain die a dry death. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 2 |
| Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1. |
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What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
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I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
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Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
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My library Was dukedom large enough. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
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Knowing I lovd my books, he furnishd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 8 |
| From the still-vexed Bermoothes. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 9 |
I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 10 |
| Fill all thy bones with aches. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 11 |
Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have, and kissd The wild waves whist. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
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Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 13 |
| The fringed curtains of thine eye advance. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
| 14 |
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. |
| The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. |
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Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life. Ant. True; save means to live. |
| The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 1. |
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| A very ancient and fish-like smell. |
| The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
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| Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. |
| The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2. |
| 18 |
Fer. Here s my hand. Mir. And mine, with my heart in t. |
| The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| 19 |
| He that dies pays all debts. |
| The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 2. |
| 20 |
A kind Of excellent dumb discourse. |
| The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
| 21 |
| Deeper than eer plummet sounded. |
| The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3. |
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Our revels now are ended. 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-cappd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, 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. |
| The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| 23 |
| With foreheads villanous low. |
| The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1. |
| 24 |
Deeper than did ever plummet sound I ll drown my book. |
| The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1. |
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Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslips bell I lie. |
| The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1. |
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Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. |
| The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1. |
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