The Tempest: Act 2

Dolor comes to him indeed.

Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their queen.

Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it?

His bold head
’Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oared
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke
To th’ shore, that o’er his wave-worn basis bowed,
As stooping to relieve him.

You are gentlemen of brave mettle.

No, I warrant you, I will not adventure my discretion so weakly.

This is a strange repose, to be asleep
With eyes wide open—standing, speaking, moving—
And yet so fast asleep.

There be that can rule Naples
As well as he that sleeps, lords that can prate
As amply and unnecessarily
As this Gonzalo.

I remember
You did supplant your brother Prospero.

Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon.
If he were that which now he’s like—that’s dead—
Whom I with this obedient steel, three inches of it,
Can lay to bed forever; whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course.

Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent: as thou got'st Milan,
I'll come by Naples.

Sometime am I
All wound with adders who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.

This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who hath got, as I take it, an ague.

Thou dost me yet but little hurt. Thou wilt anon; I know it by thy trembling.

A most poor, credulous monster!