King Richard III

00:00:23 'On a misty, forgotten isle somewhere between Tunis and Naples

00:01:12 'into Prospero, the mighty enchanter. '

00:02:42 All hail, great master. Brave sir, hail.

00:03:31 What, ho! Slave?

00:04:22 This isle with Calibans.

00:05:31 There's nothing ill could dwell in such a temple!

00:06:21 Our garments, being as they were, drenched in the sea

00:07:17 Go sleep.

00:08:07 Thy, dear friend

00:09:12 Lo! Now, lo!

00:09:56 J' Here shall I die ashore... J'

00:10:43 But he is drowned!

00:11:46 J' Ban, ban, Caliban, hath a new master, hath a new man

00:12:34 Hear my soul speak

00:13:23 Thou liest. Thou nst not.

00:14:19 Isilsobravealass?

00:15:10 Sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.

00:16:17 Praise in departing.

00:17:53 Oh, it is monstrous! Monstrous!

00:19:04 Sir, I am vexed

00:20:24 This rough magic I here abjure

00:21:34 This cell's my court. Pray you look in.

00:22:41 Oh, look, sir! Look, sir! Here is more of us! What is the nevus?

00:23:34 And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass