William Shakespeare

“ A noise of thunder heard.
Caliban.
All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me
And yet I needs must curse. ”

“ Enter a Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco, and others.
Gonzalo.
Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause,
So have we all, of joy; for our escape
Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe
Is common ”

“ I hear it sing i’ the wind: yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man ”

“ Sebastian.
As many vouched rarities are.
Gonzalo.
That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water.
Antonio.
If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say he lies?
Sebastian.
Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.
Gonzalo.
Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the king’s fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.
Sebastian.
’Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.
Adrian. ”

“ Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon ’s with savages and men of Ind, ha? I have not ’scaped drowning to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground; and it shall be said so again while Stephano breathes at ’s nostrils. ”

“ Antonio.
That he ’s undrown’d. ‍O, out of that “no hope”
What great hope have you! no hope that way is
Another way so high a hope that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with me
That Ferdinand is drown’d?
Sebastian.
That Ferdinand is drown’d? ‍He ’s gone.
Antonio.
That Ferdinand is drown’d? }He ’s gone.
‍Then, tell me,
Who’s the next heir of Naples.
Sebastian.
Who’s the next heir of Naples. ‍Claribel.
Antonio.
She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man’s life ”