Grade 10: Unit 5

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

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.

Thou dost here usurp
The name thou ow'st not, and hast put thyself
Upon this island as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on't.

For no kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,
And use of service, none; contract, succession,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none

Then, tell me,
Who's the next heir of Naples?

I remember
You did supplant your brother Prospero.

How does thy honor? Let me lick thy shoe. I'll not serve him; he's not valiant.

Let it be tonight;
For, now they are oppressed with travel, they
Will not nor cannot use such vigilance
As when they are fresh.

I have made you mad;
And even with suchlike valor men hang and drown
Their proper selves.

My fellow ministers
Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
Your swords are now too massy for your strengths
And will not be uplifted.

As I hope
For quiet days, fair issue and long life,
With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den,
The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion
Our worser genius can, shall never melt
Mine honor into lust

Fairly spoke.
Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own.
What, Ariel! My industrious servant, Ariel!

Go bring the rabble,
O'er whom I give thee pow'r, here to this place.
Incite them to quick motion; for I must
Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
Some vanity of mine art.

The rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance. They being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further. Go, release them, Ariel.

Thy dukedom I resign and do entreat
Thou pardon me my wrongs.

Though the seas threaten, they are merciful.
I have cursed them without cause.

This is as strange a maze as e'er man trod,
And there is in this business more than nature
Was ever conduct of. Some oracle
Must rectify our knowledge.

He hunches

close to the ground, where the warmth from the day's
heat coils about his naked, swollen feet. He feels
his scarred face, this empty promise of healing.

He hunches

close to the ground, where the warmth from the day's
heat coils about his naked, swollen feet. He feels
his scarred face, this empty promise of healing.

Fourteen scars on his scalp, his fingers
know the story, each welt, the piece of his right ear

missing, sliver of cartilage, a nose broken too often.

Fourteen scars on his scalp, his fingers
know the story, each welt, the piece of his right ear

missing, sliver of cartilage, a nose broken too often.

Fourteen scars on his scalp, his fingers
know the story, each welt, the piece of his right ear

missing, sliver of cartilage, a nose broken too often.

Mother, your songs will die within me.
Mother, I am shaped an evil thing.
My tears run for the loss of song.
My fists clench for you.

Put down the target of me
you guard inside your binoculars,
in turn I will surrender

this aerial photograph
(your vulnerable
sections marked in red)
I have found so useful

Put down the target of me
you guard inside your binoculars,
in turn I will surrender

this aerial photograph
(your vulnerable
sections marked in red)
I have found so useful

Pardon me, hounded hope, for laughing sometimes.
Pardon me, deserts, for not rushing in with a spoonful of water.

It is sometimes said of newly democratic countries that their first elections too frequently end up being their last.

There is also restorative justice, because we believe in Ubuntu—the essence of being human, that idea that we are all caught up in a delicate network of interdependence.

The greatest good is communal corporate harmony, and resentment, anger, revenge are corrosive of this harmony.