The Tempest Quotations

Ferdinand and Miranda’s love “At first sight they have changed eyes”
Caliban’s love of the island “Be not afeared; the isle is full of noises, /Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not”
Harpy denunciation of the royal party “You are three men of sin”
Nature vs. nurture Caliban “A devil, a born devil, on whose nature/ Nurture can never stick”
Nature vs. nurture Miranda “Good wombs have borne bad sons”
Prospero’s realisation “The rarer action is/ In virtue than in vengeance”
Prospero’s renunciation of his magic “deeper than did ever plummet sound/ I’ll drown my book”
Miranda’s naivety “O brave new world/ That has such people in’t”
Prospero’s self-pity “Me, poor man, my library/ Was dukedom large enough”
Prospero’s love for Miranda (I) “O, a cherubim/ Thou wast that did preserve me”
Ariel’s ability “I come/ To answer thy best pleasure; be’t to fly/ To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride”
Ferdinand’s reaction to the storm “Hell is empty and all the devils are here”
Prospero’s love for Miranda (II) “I have done nothing but in care of thee -/Of thee my dear one, thee my daughter”
Miranda’s compassion “If by your art, my dearest father, you have/ Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them”
Prospero about Antonio’s betrayal “I pray thee mark me, that a brother should be so perfidious”
Caliban’s curse against Prospero “All the infections that the sun sucks up/ From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall”
Caliban’s supplication to the fools “I’ll show thee every fertile inch o’th’island…I prithee, be my god”
Ferdinand’s love for Miranda “But you, O you,/ So perfect and so peerless”
Stephano seeing Caliban as a prize “He’s a present for any emperor”
Antonio’s lack of remorse “If it were a kibe/ ‘Twould put me to my slipper”
Caliban’s murder plot “Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake”
Prospero’s protective/dictatorial nature “If thou dost break her virgin-knot…/ Sour eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew/ The Union of your bed with weeds”
Comic punishment “I’th’filthy mantled pool…dancing up to th’chins”
Prospero’s cruelty “Grind their joints/ With dry convulsions”
Prospero’s forgiveness of Antonio “I do forgive thee,/ Unnatural though thou art”