William Shakespeare

“ Him that you term’d, sir, “The good old lord, Gonzalo;”
His tears run down his beard, like winter’s drops
From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works ’em
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.
Prospero.
You said our work should cease. ‍Dost thou think so, spirit?
Ariel.
Mine would, sir, were I human.
Prospero.
Mine would, sir, were I human. ‍And mine shall,
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art? ”

“ Thou art pinch’d for ’t now, Sebastian, Flesh and blood,
You, brother mine, that entertain’d ambition,
Expell’d remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,
Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,
Would here have kill’d your king; I do forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding
Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shore
That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them
That yet looks on me, or would know me: Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:
I will discase me, and myself present
As I was sometime Milan: quickly, spirit ”

“ Re-enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo, in their stolen apparel.
Stephano.
Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune. Coragio, bully-monster, coragio!
Trinculo.
If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight.
Caliban.
O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!
How fine my master is! I am afraid
He will chastise me.
Sebastian.
He will chastise me. ‍Ha, ha!
What things are these, my lord Antonio?
Will money buy ’em?
Antonio,
Will money buy ’em? ”