William Shakespeare 1564-1616 The Tempest John Bartlett 1919 Familiar Quotations


1
I would fain die a dry death.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.
2
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1.
3
What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
4
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
5
Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
6
My library Was dukedom large enough.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
7
Knowing I lov’d my books, he furnish’d me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
8
From the still-vexed Bermoothes.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
9
I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
10
Fill all thy bones with aches.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.



11
Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have, and kiss’d The wild waves whist.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
12
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
13
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
14
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.
The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2.
15
Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life. Ant. True; save means to live.
The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 1.
16
A very ancient and fish-like smell.
The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
17
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2.
18
Fer. Here ’s my hand. Mir. And mine, with my heart in ’t.
The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 1.
19
He that dies pays all debts.
The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 2.
20
A kind Of excellent dumb discourse.
The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.
21
Deeper than e’er plummet sounded.
The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3.
22
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.
23
With foreheads villanous low.
The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.
24
Deeper than did ever plummet sound I ’ll drown my book.
The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
25
Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip’s bell I lie.
The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.
26
Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1.

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