Best 36 of The tempest quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 18 Sep

Aime Cesaire

Prospero, you are the master of illusion. Lying is your trademark. And you have lied so much to me (Lied about the world, lied about me) That you have ended by imposing on me An image of myself. Underdeveloped, you brand me, inferior, That s the way you have forced me to see myself I detest that image! What’s more, it’s a lie! But now I know you, you old cancer, And I know myself as well.

By Anonym 19 Sep

William Shakespeare

Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam

By Anonym 18 Sep

William Shakespeare

Shake it off.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Kathy Bryson

You tell me the dead are coming through a crack in my barn, but I shouldn’t worry?

By Anonym 19 Sep

A. R. Braunmuller

We can rape, but we can also sing.

By Anonym 20 Sep

William Shakespeare

You mar our labour: keep your cabins:you do assist the storm[...] What cares these roarers for the name of king?

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Shakespeare

As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed With raven's feather from unwholesom fen Drop on you both! A southwest blow on ye And blister you all o'er!

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Shakespeare

Come, thou tortoise!

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Shakespeare

Caliban: As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.

By Anonym 19 Sep

William Shakespeare

There's meaning in thy snores.

By Anonym 19 Sep

William Shakespeare

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirits have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

By Anonym 19 Sep

William Shakespeare

Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness!

By Anonym 20 Sep

Tom Stoppard

Years and years ago, there was a production of The Tempest, out of doors, at an Oxford college on a lawn, which was the stage, and the lawn went back towards the lake in the grounds of the college, and the play began in natural light. But as it developed, and as it became time for Ariel to say his farewell to the world of The Tempest, the evening had started to close in and there was some artificial lighting coming on. And as Ariel uttered his last speech, he turned and he ran across the grass, and he got to the edge of the lake and he just kept running across the top of the water — the producer having thoughtfully provided a kind of walkway an inch beneath the water. And you could see and you could hear the plish, plash as he ran away from you across the top of the lake, until the gloom enveloped him and he disappeared from your view. And as he did so, from the further shore, a firework rocket was ignited, and it went whoosh into the air, and high up there it burst into lots of sparks, and all the sparks went out, and he had gone. When you look up the stage directions, it says, ‘Exit Ariel.

By Anonym 20 Sep

William Shakespeare

Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm’d The noontide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds, And ‘twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove’s stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck’d up The pine and cedar: graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let ‘em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, I’ll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound I’ll drown my book.