The Tempest

00:00:58 Yare, yare!

00:05:41 'Tis far off, and rather like a dream

00:09:28 that raised in me an undergoing stomach

00:13:05 Since thou dost give me pains let me remember thee what thou hast promised

00:16:46 What, ho! Slave!

00:21:43 lt sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon some god o' th' island

00:26:07 There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple

00:29:55 The air breathes upon us here most sweetly

00:34:24 looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor

00:38:35 He's in his fit now and does not talk after the wisest

00:42:07 l shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster

00:46:20 for my good will is to it, and yours it is against

00:50:05 A thousand thousand!

00:53:43 Noble Sebastian, thou let'st thy fortune sleep, die, rather

00:57:11 Awake! awake!

01:00:25 Mum, then, and no more

01:04:02 Thought is free! Grog 'em then flog 'em and flog 'em and grog 'em

01:08:34 that you three from Milan did supplant good Prospera

01:12:48 That's more to me than my wetting. Yet all this is your harmless fairy, monster

01:18:25 What's thy pleasure?

01:23:06 but chiefly him that you term'd, ma'am 'The good old lord Gonzalo'...

01:28:37 who, with Sebastian, would here have killed your king

01:32:44 l have cursed them without cause

01:37:38 there l couch when owl's do cry