Collection 1: "The Tempest" by William Shakespeare, Act II, Scene 1

Dolor comes to him indeed.

Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue.

It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate
temperance.

Gonzalo. But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost
beyond credit—
Sebastian. As many vouched rarities are.

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?

He trod the water,
Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted
The surge most swoll’n that met him.

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 were kneeled to and importuned
otherwise
By all of us; and the fair soul herself
Weighed between loathness and obedience at
Which end o’ th’ beam should bow.

I’ th’ commonwealth I would by contraries
Execute all things, for no kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate

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.

To ebb
Hereditary sloth instructs me.

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.

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.

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.

There was a noise,
That’s verily.