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93,201 | The Tempest | 20 | 4.1.100 | IRIS | Of her society |
93,202 | The Tempest | 20 | 4.1.101 | IRIS | Be not afraid: I met her deity |
93,203 | The Tempest | 20 | 4.1.102 | IRIS | Cutting the clouds towards Paphos and her son |
93,204 | The Tempest | 20 | 4.1.103 | IRIS | Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done |
93,205 | The Tempest | 20 | 4.1.104 | IRIS | Some wanton charm upon this man and maid, |
93,206 | The Tempest | 20 | 4.1.105 | IRIS | Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid |
93,207 | The Tempest | 20 | 4.1.106 | IRIS | Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but vain, |
93,208 | The Tempest | 20 | 4.1.107 | IRIS | Mars's hot minion is returned again, |
93,209 | The Tempest | 20 | 4.1.108 | IRIS | Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows, |
93,210 | The Tempest | 20 | 4.1.109 | IRIS | Swears he will shoot no more but play with sparrows |
93,211 | The Tempest | 20 | 4.1.110 | IRIS | And be a boy right out. |
93,212 | The Tempest | 21 | 4.1.111 | CERES | High'st queen of state, |
93,213 | The Tempest | 21 | 4.1.112 | CERES | Great Juno, comes, I know her by her gait. |
93,214 | The Tempest | 21 | null | CERES | Enter JUNO |
93,215 | The Tempest | 22 | 4.1.113 | JUNO | How does my bounteous sister? Go with me |
93,216 | The Tempest | 22 | 4.1.114 | JUNO | To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be |
93,217 | The Tempest | 22 | 4.1.115 | JUNO | And honour'd in their issue. |
93,218 | The Tempest | 22 | 4.1.115 | JUNO | They sing: |
93,219 | The Tempest | 23 | 4.1.116 | JUNO | Honour, riches, marriage-blessing, |
93,220 | The Tempest | 23 | 4.1.117 | JUNO | Long continuance, and increasing, |
93,221 | The Tempest | 23 | 4.1.118 | JUNO | Hourly joys be still upon you! |
93,222 | The Tempest | 23 | 4.1.119 | JUNO | Juno sings her blessings upon you. |
93,223 | The Tempest | 24 | 4.1.120 | CERES | Earth's increase, foison plenty, |
93,224 | The Tempest | 24 | 4.1.121 | CERES | Barns and garners never empty, |
93,225 | The Tempest | 24 | 4.1.122 | CERES | Vines and clustering bunches growing, |
93,226 | The Tempest | 24 | 4.1.123 | CERES | Plants with goodly burthen bowing, |
93,227 | The Tempest | 24 | 4.1.124 | CERES | Spring come to you at the farthest |
93,228 | The Tempest | 24 | 4.1.125 | CERES | In the very end of harvest! |
93,229 | The Tempest | 24 | 4.1.126 | CERES | Scarcity and want shall shun you, |
93,230 | The Tempest | 24 | 4.1.127 | CERES | Ceres' blessing so is on you. |
93,231 | The Tempest | 25 | 4.1.128 | FERDINAND | This is a most majestic vision, and |
93,232 | The Tempest | 25 | 4.1.129 | FERDINAND | Harmoniously charmingly. May I be bold |
93,233 | The Tempest | 25 | 4.1.130 | FERDINAND | To think these spirits? |
93,234 | The Tempest | 26 | 4.1.131 | PROSPERO | Spirits, which by mine art |
93,235 | The Tempest | 26 | 4.1.132 | PROSPERO | I have from their confines call'd to enact |
93,236 | The Tempest | 26 | 4.1.133 | PROSPERO | My present fancies. |
93,237 | The Tempest | 27 | 4.1.134 | FERDINAND | Let me live here ever, |
93,238 | The Tempest | 27 | 4.1.135 | FERDINAND | So rare a wonder'd father and a wife |
93,239 | The Tempest | 27 | 4.1.136 | FERDINAND | Makes this place Paradise. |
93,240 | The Tempest | 27 | null | FERDINAND | Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment |
93,241 | The Tempest | 28 | 4.1.137 | PROSPERO | Sweet, now, silence! |
93,242 | The Tempest | 28 | 4.1.138 | PROSPERO | Juno and Ceres whisper seriously, |
93,243 | The Tempest | 28 | 4.1.139 | PROSPERO | There's something else to do: hush, and be mute, |
93,244 | The Tempest | 28 | 4.1.140 | PROSPERO | Or else our spell is marr'd. |
93,245 | The Tempest | 29 | 4.1.141 | IRIS | You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks, |
93,246 | The Tempest | 29 | 4.1.142 | IRIS | With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks, |
93,247 | The Tempest | 29 | 4.1.143 | IRIS | Leave your crisp channels and on this green land |
93,248 | The Tempest | 29 | 4.1.144 | IRIS | Answer your summons, Juno does command: |
93,249 | The Tempest | 29 | 4.1.145 | IRIS | Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate |
93,250 | The Tempest | 29 | 4.1.146 | IRIS | A contract of true love, be not too late. |
93,251 | The Tempest | 29 | null | IRIS | Enter certain Nymphs |
93,252 | The Tempest | 29 | 4.1.147 | IRIS | You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary, |
93,253 | The Tempest | 29 | 4.1.148 | IRIS | Come hither from the furrow and be merry: |
93,254 | The Tempest | 29 | 4.1.149 | IRIS | Make holiday, your rye-straw hats put on |
93,255 | The Tempest | 29 | 4.1.150 | IRIS | And these fresh nymphs encounter every one |
93,256 | The Tempest | 29 | 4.1.151 | IRIS | In country footing. |
93,257 | The Tempest | 29 | 4.1.151 | IRIS | Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance, towards the end whereof PROSPERO starts suddenly, and speaks, after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish |
93,258 | The Tempest | 30 | 4.1.152 | PROSPERO | [Aside] I had forgot that foul conspiracy |
93,259 | The Tempest | 30 | 4.1.153 | PROSPERO | Of the beast Caliban and his confederates |
93,260 | The Tempest | 30 | 4.1.154 | PROSPERO | Against my life: the minute of their plot |
93,261 | The Tempest | 30 | 4.1.155 | PROSPERO | Is almost come. |
93,262 | The Tempest | 30 | null | PROSPERO | To the Spirits |
93,263 | The Tempest | 30 | 4.1.156 | PROSPERO | Well done! avoid, no more! |
93,264 | The Tempest | 31 | 4.1.157 | FERDINAND | This is strange: your father's in some passion |
93,265 | The Tempest | 31 | 4.1.158 | FERDINAND | That works him strongly. |
93,266 | The Tempest | 32 | 4.1.159 | MIRANDA | Never till this day |
93,267 | The Tempest | 32 | 4.1.160 | MIRANDA | Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd. |
93,268 | The Tempest | 33 | 4.1.161 | PROSPERO | You do look, my son, in a moved sort, |
93,269 | The Tempest | 33 | 4.1.162 | PROSPERO | As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir. |
93,270 | The Tempest | 33 | 4.1.163 | PROSPERO | Our revels now are ended. These our actors, |
93,271 | The Tempest | 33 | 4.1.164 | PROSPERO | As I foretold you, were all spirits and |
93,272 | The Tempest | 33 | 4.1.165 | PROSPERO | Are melted into air, into thin air: |
93,273 | The Tempest | 33 | 4.1.166 | PROSPERO | And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, |
93,274 | The Tempest | 33 | 4.1.167 | PROSPERO | The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, |
93,275 | The Tempest | 33 | 4.1.168 | PROSPERO | The solemn temples, the great globe itself, |
93,276 | The Tempest | 33 | 4.1.169 | PROSPERO | Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve |
93,277 | The Tempest | 33 | 4.1.170 | PROSPERO | And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, |
93,278 | The Tempest | 33 | 4.1.171 | PROSPERO | Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff |
93,279 | The Tempest | 33 | 4.1.172 | PROSPERO | As dreams are made on, and our little life |
93,280 | The Tempest | 33 | 4.1.173 | PROSPERO | Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd, |
93,281 | The Tempest | 33 | 4.1.174 | PROSPERO | Bear with my weakness, my, brain is troubled: |
93,282 | The Tempest | 33 | 4.1.175 | PROSPERO | Be not disturb'd with my infirmity: |
93,283 | The Tempest | 33 | 4.1.176 | PROSPERO | If you be pleased, retire into my cell |
93,284 | The Tempest | 33 | 4.1.177 | PROSPERO | And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk, |
93,285 | The Tempest | 33 | 4.1.178 | PROSPERO | To still my beating mind. |
93,286 | The Tempest | 35 | 4.1.179 | MIRANDA | We wish your peace. |
93,287 | The Tempest | 35 | null | MIRANDA | Exeunt |
93,288 | The Tempest | 36 | 4.1.180 | PROSPERO | Come with a thought I thank thee, Ariel: come. |
93,289 | The Tempest | 36 | null | PROSPERO | Enter ARIEL |
93,290 | The Tempest | 37 | 4.1.181 | ARIEL | Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure? |
93,291 | The Tempest | 38 | 4.1.182 | PROSPERO | Spirit, |
93,292 | The Tempest | 38 | 4.1.183 | PROSPERO | We must prepare to meet with Caliban. |
93,293 | The Tempest | 39 | 4.1.184 | ARIEL | Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres, |
93,294 | The Tempest | 39 | 4.1.185 | ARIEL | I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'd |
93,295 | The Tempest | 39 | 4.1.186 | ARIEL | Lest I might anger thee. |
93,296 | The Tempest | 40 | 4.1.187 | PROSPERO | Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? |
93,297 | The Tempest | 41 | 4.1.188 | ARIEL | I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking, |
93,298 | The Tempest | 41 | 4.1.189 | ARIEL | So fun of valour that they smote the air |
93,299 | The Tempest | 41 | 4.1.190 | ARIEL | For breathing in their faces, beat the ground |
93,300 | The Tempest | 41 | 4.1.191 | ARIEL | For kissing of their feet, yet always bending |
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