Collection 1: "The Tempest" by William Shakespeare, Act I

Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain.

A pox o’ your throat, you bawling,
blasphemous, incharitable dog!

Hang, cur, hang, you whoreson, insolent
noisemaker!

The wills above be done, but I
would fain die a dry death.

If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.

You have often
Begun to tell me what I am, but stopped
And left me to a bootless inquisition,
Concluding “Stay. Not yet.”

My brother and thy uncle, called Antonio—
I pray thee, mark me—that a brother should
Be so perfidious!

...he whom next thyself
Of all the world I loved, and to him put
The manage of my state, as at that time
Through all the signories it was the first,
And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed
In dignity, and for the liberal arts
Without a parallel.

Those being all my study,
The government I cast upon my brother
And to my state grew stranger, being transported
And rapt in secret studies.

...he did believe
He was indeed the Duke, out o’ th’ substitution
And executing th’ outward face of royalty
With all prerogative.

Of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable; confederates,
So dry he was for sway, wi’ th’ King of Naples
To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
The dukedom, yet unbowed—alas, poor Milan!—
To most ignoble stooping.

Of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable; confederates,
So dry he was for sway, wi’ th’ King of Naples
To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
The dukedom, yet unbowed—alas, poor Milan!—
To most ignoble stooping.

This King of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother’s suit,
Which was that he, in lieu o’ th’ premises
Of homage and I know not how much tribute,
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom

This King of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother’s suit,
Which was that he, in lieu o’ th’ premises
Of homage and I know not how much tribute,
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom

...whereon,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to th’ purpose did Antonio open
The gates of Milan, and i’ th’ dead of darkness
The ministers for th’ purpose hurried thence
Me and thy crying self.

Hear a little further,
And then I’ll bring thee to the present business
Which now’s upon’s, without the which this story
Were most impertinent.

By providence divine.

...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.

...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.

Thou did promise
To bate me a full year.

This damned witch Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know’st, was banished.

Into a cloven pine, within which rift
Imprisoned thou didst painfully remain
A dozen years; within which space she died
And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans
As fast as mill wheels strike.

If thou more murmur’st, I will rend an oak
And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
Thou hast howled away twelve winters.

If thou more murmur’st, I will rend an oak
And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
Thou hast howled away twelve winters.

His art is of such power
It would control my dam’s god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.

Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell.

Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend!—Vouchsafe my prayer
May know if you remain upon this island,
And that you will some good instruction give
How I may bear me here.

He’s a traitor.
[to Ferdinand] Come,
I’ll manacle thy neck and feet together.

Miranda. Beseech you, father—
Prospero. Hence! Hang not on my garments.

My father's a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech. This is unwonted
Which now came from him.