Speeches (Lines) for Miranda in "The Tempest"

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1 I / 2
  • If by your art, my dearest father, you have
    Put the wild waters in this roar...
  • If by your art, my dearest father, you have
    Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
    The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
    But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
    Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
    With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
    Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
    Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
    Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.
    Had I been any god of power, I would
    Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere
    It should the good ship so have swallow'd and
    The fraughting souls within her.
  • Gonzalo. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an
    acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any
    thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain
    die a dry death.

    Miranda. If by your art, my dearest father, you have
    Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
    The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
    But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
    Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
    With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
    Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
    Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
    Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.
    Had I been any god of power, I would
    Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere
    It should the good ship so have swallow'd and
    The fraughting souls within her.

2 I / 2
  • O, woe the day!
  • O, woe the day!
  • Prospero. Be collected:
    No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
    There's no harm done.

    Miranda. O, woe the day!

3 I / 2
  • More to know
    Did never meddle with my thoughts.
  • More to know
    Did never meddle with my thoughts.
  • Prospero. No harm.
    I have done nothing but in care of thee,
    Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who
    Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
    Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
    Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
    And thy no greater father.

    Miranda. More to know
    Did never meddle with my thoughts.

4 I / 2
  • You have often
    Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
    And left me to a...
  • You have often
    Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
    And left me to a bootless inquisition,
    Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'
  • Prospero. 'Tis time
    I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
    And pluck my magic garment from me. So:
    [Lays down his mantle]
    Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
    The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
    The very virtue of compassion in thee,
    I have with such provision in mine art
    So safely ordered that there is no soul--
    No, not so much perdition as an hair
    Betid to any creature in the vessel
    Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;
    For thou must now know farther.

    Miranda. You have often
    Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
    And left me to a bootless inquisition,
    Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'

5 I / 2
  • Certainly, sir, I can.
  • Certainly, sir, I can.
  • Prospero. The hour's now come;
    The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
    Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember
    A time before we came unto this cell?
    I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
    Out three years old.

    Miranda. Certainly, sir, I can.

6 I / 2
  • 'Tis far off
    And rather like a dream than an assurance
    That my remembran...
  • 'Tis far off
    And rather like a dream than an assurance
    That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
    Four or five women once that tended me?
  • Prospero. By what? by any other house or person?
    Of any thing the image tell me that
    Hath kept with thy remembrance.

    Miranda. 'Tis far off
    And rather like a dream than an assurance
    That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
    Four or five women once that tended me?

7 I / 2
  • But that I do not.
  • But that I do not.
  • Prospero. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it
    That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
    In the dark backward and abysm of time?
    If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,
    How thou camest here thou mayst.

    Miranda. But that I do not.

8 I / 2
  • Sir, are not you my father?
  • Sir, are not you my father?
  • Prospero. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
    Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
    A prince of power.

    Miranda. Sir, are not you my father?

9 I / 2
  • O the heavens!
    What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
    Or bless...
  • O the heavens!
    What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
    Or blessed was't we did?
  • Prospero. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
    She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
    Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir
    And princess no worse issued.

    Miranda. O the heavens!
    What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
    Or blessed was't we did?

10 I / 2
  • O, my heart bleeds
    To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
    Which...
  • O, my heart bleeds
    To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
    Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
  • Prospero. Both, both, my girl:
    By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,
    But blessedly holp hither.

    Miranda. O, my heart bleeds
    To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
    Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.

11 I / 2
  • Sir, most heedfully.
  • Sir, most heedfully.
  • Prospero. My brother and thy uncle, call'd 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. Thy false uncle--
    Dost thou attend me?

    Miranda. Sir, most heedfully.

12 I / 2
  • O, good sir, I do.
  • O, good sir, I do.
  • Prospero. Being once perfected how to grant suits,
    How to deny them, who to advance and who
    To trash for over-topping, new created
    The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,
    Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key
    Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
    To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was
    The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
    And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not.

    Miranda. O, good sir, I do.

13 I / 2
  • Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
  • Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
  • Prospero. I pray thee, mark me.
    I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
    To closeness and the bettering of my mind
    With that which, but by being so retired,
    O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
    Awaked an evil nature; and my trust,
    Like a good parent, did beget of him
    A falsehood in its contrary as great
    As my trust was; which had indeed no limit,
    A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
    Not only with what my revenue yielded,
    But what my power might else exact, like one
    Who having into truth, by telling of it,
    Made such a sinner of his memory,
    To credit his own lie, he did believe
    He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution
    And executing the outward face of royalty,
    With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing--
    Dost thou hear?

    Miranda. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

14 I / 2
  • O the heavens!
  • O the heavens!
  • Prospero. To have no screen between this part he play'd
    And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
    Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library
    Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties
    He thinks me now incapable; confederates--
    So dry he was for sway--wi' the King of Naples
    To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
    Subject his coronet to his crown and bend
    The dukedom yet unbow'd--alas, poor Milan!--
    To most ignoble stooping.

    Miranda. O the heavens!

15 I / 2
  • I should sin
    To think but nobly of my grandmother:
    Good wombs have borne...
  • I should sin
    To think but nobly of my grandmother:
    Good wombs have borne bad sons.
  • Prospero. Mark his condition and the event; then tell me
    If this might be a brother.

    Miranda. I should sin
    To think but nobly of my grandmother:
    Good wombs have borne bad sons.

16 I / 2
  • Alack, for pity!
    I, not remembering how I cried out then,
    Will cry it o'...
  • Alack, for pity!
    I, not remembering how I cried out then,
    Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint
    That wrings mine eyes to't.
  • Prospero. Now the condition.
    The King of Naples, being an enemy
    To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
    Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises
    Of homage and I know not how much tribute,
    Should presently extirpate me and mine
    Out of the dukedom and confer fair Milan
    With all the honours on my brother: whereon,
    A treacherous army levied, one midnight
    Fated to the purpose did Antonio open
    The gates of Milan, and, i' the dead of darkness,
    The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
    Me and thy crying self.

    Miranda. Alack, for pity!
    I, not remembering how I cried out then,
    Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint
    That wrings mine eyes to't.

17 I / 2
  • Wherefore did they not
    That hour destroy us?
  • Wherefore did they not
    That hour destroy us?
  • Prospero. 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.

    Miranda. Wherefore did they not
    That hour destroy us?

18 I / 2
  • Alack, what trouble
    Was I then to you!
  • Alack, what trouble
    Was I then to you!
  • Prospero. Well demanded, wench:
    My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
    So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
    A mark so bloody on the business, but
    With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
    In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
    Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
    A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
    Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
    Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
    To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh
    To the winds whose pity, sighing back again,
    Did us but loving wrong.

    Miranda. Alack, what trouble
    Was I then to you!

19 I / 2
  • How came we ashore?
  • How came we ashore?
  • Prospero. O, a cherubim
    Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile.
    Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
    When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
    Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me
    An undergoing stomach, to bear up
    Against what should ensue.

    Miranda. How came we ashore?

20 I / 2
  • Would I might
    But ever see that man!
  • Would I might
    But ever see that man!
  • Prospero. By Providence divine.
    Some food we had and some fresh water that
    A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
    Out of his charity, being then appointed
    Master of this design, did give us, with
    Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,
    Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
    Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
    From mine own library with volumes that
    I prize above my dukedom.

    Miranda. Would I might
    But ever see that man!

21 I / 2
  • Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,
    For still 'tis beating in...
  • Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,
    For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
    For raising this sea-storm?
  • Prospero. Now I arise:
    [Resumes his mantle]
    Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
    Here in this island we arrived; and here
    Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
    Than other princesses can that have more time
    For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.

    Miranda. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,
    For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
    For raising this sea-storm?

22 I / 2
  • The strangeness of your story put
    Heaviness in me.
  • The strangeness of your story put
    Heaviness in me.
  • Prospero. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject
    To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
    To every eyeball else. Go take this shape
    And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence!
    [Exit ARIEL]
    Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!

    Miranda. The strangeness of your story put
    Heaviness in me.

23 I / 2
  • 'Tis a villain, sir,
    I do not love to look on.
  • 'Tis a villain, sir,
    I do not love to look on.
  • Prospero. Shake it off. Come on;
    We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never
    Yields us kind answer.

    Miranda. 'Tis a villain, sir,
    I do not love to look on.

24 I / 2
  • What is't? a spirit?
    Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
    It carri...
  • What is't? a spirit?
    Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
    It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.
  • Prospero. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance
    And say what thou seest yond.

    Miranda. What is't? a spirit?
    Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
    It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.

25 I / 2
  • I might call him
    A thing divine, for nothing natural
    I ever saw so noble...
  • I might call him
    A thing divine, for nothing natural
    I ever saw so noble.
  • Prospero. No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses
    As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest
    Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd
    With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him
    A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows
    And strays about to find 'em.

    Miranda. I might call him
    A thing divine, for nothing natural
    I ever saw so noble.

26 I / 2
  • No wonder, sir;
    But certainly a maid.
  • No wonder, sir;
    But certainly a maid.
  • Ferdinand. 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: my prime request,
    Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
    If you be maid or no?

    Miranda. No wonder, sir;
    But certainly a maid.

27 I / 2
  • Alack, for mercy!
  • Alack, for mercy!
  • Ferdinand. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
    To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;
    And that he does I weep: myself am Naples,
    Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
    The king my father wreck'd.

    Miranda. Alack, for mercy!

28 I / 2
  • Why speaks my father so ungently? This
    Is the third man that e'er I saw, the...
  • Why speaks my father so ungently? This
    Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first
    That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father
    To be inclined my way!
  • Prospero. [Aside]. The Duke of Milan
    And his more braver daughter could control thee,
    If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight
    They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel,
    I'll set thee free for this.
    [To FERDINAND]
    A word, good sir;
    I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.

    Miranda. Why speaks my father so ungently? This
    Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first
    That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father
    To be inclined my way!

29 I / 2
  • There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
    If the ill spirit have so fa...
  • 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.
  • Ferdinand. No, as I am a man.

    Miranda. 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.

30 I / 2
  • O dear father,
    Make not too rash a trial of him, for
    He's gentle and not...
  • O dear father,
    Make not too rash a trial of him, for
    He's gentle and not fearful.
  • Ferdinand. No;
    I will resist such entertainment till
    Mine enemy has more power.

    Miranda. O dear father,
    Make not too rash a trial of him, for
    He's gentle and not fearful.

31 I / 2
  • Beseech you, father.
  • Beseech you, father.
  • Prospero. What? I say,
    My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;
    Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience
    Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward,
    For I can here disarm thee with this stick
    And make thy weapon drop.

    Miranda. Beseech you, father.

32 I / 2
  • Sir, have pity;
    I'll be his surety.
  • Sir, have pity;
    I'll be his surety.
  • Prospero. Hence! hang not on my garments.

    Miranda. Sir, have pity;
    I'll be his surety.

33 I / 2
  • My affections
    Are then most humble; I have no ambition
    To see a goodlier...
  • My affections
    Are then most humble; I have no ambition
    To see a goodlier man.
  • Prospero. Silence! one word more
    Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
    An advocate for an imposter! hush!
    Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
    Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
    To the most of men this is a Caliban
    And they to him are angels.

    Miranda. My affections
    Are then most humble; I have no ambition
    To see a goodlier man.

34 I / 2
  • Be of comfort;
    My father's of a better nature, sir,
    Than he appears by s...
  • Be of comfort;
    My father's of a better nature, sir,
    Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted
    Which now came from him.
  • Prospero. [Aside] It works.
    [To FERDINAND]
    Come on.
    Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!
    [To FERDINAND]
    Follow me.
    [To ARIEL]
    Hark what thou else shalt do me.

    Miranda. Be of comfort;
    My father's of a better nature, sir,
    Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted
    Which now came from him.

35 III / 1
  • Alas, now, pray you,
    Work not so hard: I would the lightning had
    Burnt u...
  • Alas, now, pray you,
    Work not so hard: I would the lightning had
    Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile!
    Pray, set it down and rest you: when this burns,
    'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
    Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;
    He's safe for these three hours.
  • Ferdinand. There be some sports are painful, and their labour
    Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
    Are nobly undergone and most poor matters
    Point to rich ends. This my mean task
    Would be as heavy to me as odious, but
    The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead
    And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is
    Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed,
    And he's composed of harshness. I must remove
    Some thousands of these logs and pile them up,
    Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress
    Weeps when she sees me work, and says, such baseness
    Had never like executor. I forget:
    But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours,
    Most busy lest, when I do it.

    Miranda. Alas, now, pray you,
    Work not so hard: I would the lightning had
    Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile!
    Pray, set it down and rest you: when this burns,
    'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
    Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;
    He's safe for these three hours.

36 III / 1
  • If you'll sit down,
    I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;
    I...
  • If you'll sit down,
    I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;
    I'll carry it to the pile.
  • Ferdinand. O most dear mistress,
    The sun will set before I shall discharge
    What I must strive to do.

    Miranda. If you'll sit down,
    I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;
    I'll carry it to the pile.

37 III / 1
  • It would become me
    As well as it does you: and I should do it
    With much...
  • It would become me
    As well as it does you: and I should do it
    With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
    And yours it is against.
  • Ferdinand. No, precious creature;
    I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
    Than you should such dishonour undergo,
    While I sit lazy by.

    Miranda. It would become me
    As well as it does you: and I should do it
    With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
    And yours it is against.

38 III / 1
  • You look wearily.
  • You look wearily.
  • Prospero. Poor worm, thou art infected!
    This visitation shows it.

    Miranda. You look wearily.

39 III / 1
  • Miranda.--O my father,
    I have broke your hest to say so!
  • Miranda.--O my father,
    I have broke your hest to say so!
  • Ferdinand. No, noble mistress;'tis fresh morning with me
    When you are by at night. I do beseech you--
    Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers--
    What is your name?

    Miranda. Miranda.--O my father,
    I have broke your hest to say so!

40 III / 1
  • I do not know
    One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
    Save, from my gla...
  • I do not know
    One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
    Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
    More that I may call men than you, good friend,
    And my dear father: how features are abroad,
    I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,
    The jewel in my dower, I would not wish
    Any companion in the world but you,
    Nor can imagination form a shape,
    Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle
    Something too wildly and my father's precepts
    I therein do forget.
  • Ferdinand. Admired Miranda!
    Indeed the top of admiration! worth
    What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
    I have eyed with best regard and many a time
    The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
    Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
    Have I liked several women; never any
    With so fun soul, but some defect in her
    Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed
    And put it to the foil: but you, O you,
    So perfect and so peerless, are created
    Of every creature's best!

    Miranda. I do not know
    One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
    Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
    More that I may call men than you, good friend,
    And my dear father: how features are abroad,
    I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,
    The jewel in my dower, I would not wish
    Any companion in the world but you,
    Nor can imagination form a shape,
    Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle
    Something too wildly and my father's precepts
    I therein do forget.

41 III / 1
  • Do you love me?
  • Do you love me?
  • Ferdinand. I am in my condition
    A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
    I would, not so!--and would no more endure
    This wooden slavery than to suffer
    The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak:
    The very instant that I saw you, did
    My heart fly to your service; there resides,
    To make me slave to it; and for your sake
    Am I this patient log--man.

    Miranda. Do you love me?

42 III / 1
  • I am a fool
    To weep at what I am glad of.
  • I am a fool
    To weep at what I am glad of.
  • Ferdinand. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound
    And crown what I profess with kind event
    If I speak true! if hollowly, invert
    What best is boded me to mischief! I
    Beyond all limit of what else i' the world
    Do love, prize, honour you.

    Miranda. I am a fool
    To weep at what I am glad of.

43 III / 1
  • At mine unworthiness that dare not offer
    What I desire to give, and much les...
  • At mine unworthiness that dare not offer
    What I desire to give, and much less take
    What I shall die to want. But this is trifling;
    And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
    The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!
    And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
    I am your wife, it you will marry me;
    If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow
    You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,
    Whether you will or no.
  • Ferdinand. Wherefore weep you?

    Miranda. At mine unworthiness that dare not offer
    What I desire to give, and much less take
    What I shall die to want. But this is trifling;
    And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
    The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!
    And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
    I am your wife, it you will marry me;
    If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow
    You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,
    Whether you will or no.

44 III / 1
  • My husband, then?
  • My husband, then?
  • Ferdinand. My mistress, dearest;
    And I thus humble ever.

    Miranda. My husband, then?

45 III / 1
  • And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewell
    Till half an hour hence.
  • And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewell
    Till half an hour hence.
  • Ferdinand. Ay, with a heart as willing
    As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.

    Miranda. And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewell
    Till half an hour hence.

46 IV / 1
  • Never till this day
    Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.
  • Never till this day
    Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.
  • Ferdinand. This is strange: your father's in some passion
    That works him strongly.

    Miranda. Never till this day
    Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.

47 V / 1
  • Sweet lord, you play me false.
  • Sweet lord, you play me false.
  • Prospero. In this last tempest. I perceive these lords
    At this encounter do so much admire
    That they devour their reason and scarce think
    Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
    Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have
    Been justled from your senses, know for certain
    That I am Prospero and that very duke
    Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangely
    Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed,
    To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;
    For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
    Not a relation for a breakfast nor
    Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
    This cell's my court: here have I few attendants
    And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
    My dukedom since you have given me again,
    I will requite you with as good a thing;
    At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye
    As much as me my dukedom.
    [Here PROSPERO discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA]
    playing at chess]

    Miranda. Sweet lord, you play me false.

48 V / 1
  • Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,
    And I would call it, fair p...
  • Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,
    And I would call it, fair play.
  • Ferdinand. No, my dear'st love,
    I would not for the world.

    Miranda. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,
    And I would call it, fair play.

49 V / 1
  • O, wonder!
    How many goodly creatures are there here!
    How beauteous manki...
  • O, wonder!
    How many goodly creatures are there here!
    How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
    That has such people in't!
  • Alonso. Now all the blessings
    Of a glad father compass thee about!
    Arise, and say how thou camest here.

    Miranda. O, wonder!
    How many goodly creatures are there here!
    How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
    That has such people in't!

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