The Tempest (Dover Thrift Editions: Plays)

CAL. You taught me language; and my profit on ’t Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you For learning me your language!

And by that destiny, to perform an act Whereof what ’s past is prologue; what to come, In yours and my discharge.

If you but knew how you the purpose cherish Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, You more invest it!

MIR. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

You do look, my son, in a moved sort,209 As if you were dismay’d: be cheerful, sir. Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all

The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, When you should bring the plaster.

GON. Here is everything advantageous to life. ANT. True; save means to live. SEB. Of that there ’s none, or little.

PROS. Look thou be true; do not give dalliance Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw To the fire i’ the blood: be more abstemious, Or else, good night your vow!

what a sleep were this For your advancement!