APPENDIX

A TABLE OF QUOTATIONS FROM THE PLAYS AND POEMS

THE TEMPEST

Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell. I. i. 48.

Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. Í. i. 70.

The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
And suck'd my verdure out on't.

That now he was

I. ii. 85.

She did confine thee,

By help of her more potent ministers
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine.

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With hair up-staring,—then like reeds not hair.

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I. i. 213.

Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

I. ii. 462.

When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.

I. ii. 275.

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Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak

And peg thee in his knotty entrails till

Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.

I. ii. 294.

Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.

Seb. With an eye of green in't.

II. i. 52.

Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple.

Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands.

Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord-
Ant. He'ld sow't with nettle-seed.

II. i. 90.

Seb.
Or docks, or mallows.
Gon. And were the king on't, what would I do?
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.

Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by contraries
Execute all things; for no kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;

Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,
And use of service, none; contract, succession,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;
No occupation.

II. i. 144.

Cal. I pr'ithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; Show thee a jay's-nest, and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee To clust'ring filberts, and sometimes I'll get thee Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me? II. ii. 171

Now I will believe

That there are unicorns; that in Arabia
There is one tree, the phoenix' throne; one phoenix
At this hour reigning there.

III. iii. 21.

Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and pease;
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
And flat meads, thatch'd with stover, them to keep;

Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,
Which spongy April at thy hest betrims,

To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom groves,
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,

Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard;
And thy sea-marge, sterile, and rocky-hard,

Where thou thyself dost air: the queen o' the sky
Whose watery arch and messenger am I,

Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign grace,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
To come and sport; her peacocks fly amain :
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

Enter CERES.

Cer. Hail, many-coloured messenger, that ne'er
Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;

Who, with thy saffron wings upon my flowers
Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers,
And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
My bosky acres, and my unshrubb'd down,
Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen
Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green?

Cer. Earth's increase, foison plenty,
Barns and garners never empty:

IV. i. 60.

Vines, with clustering bunches growing:
Plants, with goodly burthen bowing:
Spring come to you, at the farthest
In the very end of harvest !

Scarcity and want shall shun you;
Ceres' blessing so is on you.

IV. i. 110.

Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks, With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks,

Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land
Answer your summons; Juno does command:
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love; be not too late.

Enter certain Nymphs.

You sun-burnt sicklemen, of August weary,
Come hither from the furrow and be merry:
Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on
And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
In country footing.

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IV. i. 130.

So I charm'd their ears

That, calf-like they my lowing follow'd through
Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns.

IV. i. 178.

Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,
In the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell;
They cannot budge till your release.

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 azur'd 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 wak'd their sleepers; oped, and let 'em forth
By my so potent art.

Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I,
In a cowslip's bell I lie;

V. i. 9.

V. i. 38.

There I couch when owls do cry.

And this my father; A vengeance on't! there 'tis: now, sir, this staff is my sister, for, look you, she is as white as a lily and as small as a wand.

Val. And I will help thee to prefer her too : She shall be dignified with this high honour— To bear my lady's train, lest the base earth Should from her vesture chance to steal a kiss And, of so great a favour growing proud, Disdain to root the summer-swelling flower And make rough winter everlastingly.

II. iii. 20.

II. iv. 158.