Prospero's Books

00:00:16 Knowing I lov'd my books

00:03:33 cheerly, cheerly, my hearts!

00:14:13 tell your piteous heart There's no harm done.

00:19:46 moving from black back to black again.

00:24:33 nd, i' th' dead of darkness

00:28:41 Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?

00:33:01 Before the time be out? No more!

00:38:19 its pages are impregnated with the minerals, acids

00:41:47 It is a honeycomb, a hive, a garden and an ark for insects.

00:46:39 Silence! One word more shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee.

00:50:57 Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss

00:55:12 Ay, sir; where lies that?

00:59:03 who hath got, as I take it, an ague.

01:03:00 O you, so perfect and so peerless, are created of every creature's best!

01:08:02 and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep

01:14:00 so, with good life and observation strange

01:19:38 Thy turfy mountains

01:24:54 Great Juno, comes;

01:30:59 and I, thy Caliban, for aye thy foot-licker.

01:37:26 op'd, and let 'em forth, By my so potent art.

01:43:06 that hangs on the bough.

01:47:22 Sweet lord, you play me false.

01:51:44 What things are these, my lord Antonio? Will money buy'em?

02:00:11 subtitles: Vanval