| Ariel | Mine would, sir, were I human. |
| Prospero | The rarer action is / In virtue than in vengeance. |
| Prospero | Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves / And ye that on the sands with printless foot / Do chase the ebbing Neptune |
| Prospero | But this rough magic / I here abjure; . . . I’ll break my staff, / Bury it certain fathoms in the earth / . . . I’ll drown my book. |
| Alonso | Thy dukedom I resign and do entreat / Thou pardon me my wrongs. |
| Prospero | At this time / I will tell no tales |
| Miranda | How many goodly creatures are there here! / How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world / That has such people in’t! |
| Prospero | ‘Tis new to thee. |
| Gonzalo | . . . And all of us [found] ourselves / When no man was his own. |
| Prospero | Two of these fellows you / Must know and own; this thing of darkness I / Acknowledge mine. |
| Trinculo | I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that I fear me will never out of my bones. |
| Caliban | What a thrice-double ass / Was I to take this drunkard for a god / And worship this dull fool! |
| Prospero | Every third thought shall be my grave. |
The Tempest – Act 5 Quotes
July 29, 2019