The very instant I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service; there resides
To make me slave to it.
...mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
What I desire to give, and much less take
What I shall die to want.
Tags: the-tempest
A southwest blow on ye and blister you all o'er!'
'The red plague rid you!'
'Toads, beetles, bats, light on you!'
'As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed with raven's feather from unwholesome fen drop on you.'
'Strange stuff'
'Thou jesting monkey thou'
'Apes with foreheads villainous low'
'Pied ninny'
'Blind mole...'
-The Caliban Curses
Tags: shakespeare curses the-tempest
Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,
Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm’d
The noontide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds,
And ‘twixt the green sea and the azured vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire and rifted Jove’s stout oak
With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck’d up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let ‘em forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure, and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I’ll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I’ll drown my book.
Tags: magic brooks elves the-tempest ebbing-neptune hills prospero
To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.
William ShakespeareTags: character mothers sons heritage the-tempest descent
And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.
William ShakespeareTags: william-shakespeare the-tempest
We can rape, but we can also sing.
A.R. BraunmullerTags: caliban the-tempest
Come, thou tortoise!
William ShakespeareTags: the-tempest prospero shakespearean-insult
Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam
Tags: the-tempest prospero shakespearean-insult
As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed
With raven's feather from unwholesom fen
Drop on you both! A southwest blow on ye
And blister you all o'er!
Tags: caliban the-tempest shakespearean-insult
For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps,
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins
Shall forth at vast of night that they may work
All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made 'em.
Tags: the-tempest prospero shakespearean-insult
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