Lines for Alonso in The Tempest

1 I,1,15
Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.

2 II,1,715
Prithee, peace.

3II,1,730
I prithee, spare.

4II,1,806
You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense. Would I had never...

5II,1,824
No, no, he's gone.

6II,1,830
Prithee, peace.

7II,1,840
So is the dear'st o' the loss.

8II,1,882
Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.

9II,1,904
What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find...

10II,1,914
Thank you. Wondrous heavy.

11II,1,1054
Why, how now? ho, awake! Why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking?

12II,1,1061
I heard nothing.

13II,1,1065
Heard you this, Gonzalo?

14II,1,1072
Lead off this ground; and let's make further search For my poor son.

15II,1,1076
Lead away.

16III,3,1558
Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself attach'd with weariness,...

17III,3,1577
What harmony is this? My good friends, hark!

18III,3,1584
Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these?

19III,3,1605
I cannot too much muse Such shapes, such gesture and such sound, expressing,...

20III,3,1614
Not I.

21III,3,1622
I will stand to and feed, Although my last: no matter, since I feel...

22III,3,1678
O, it is monstrous, monstrous: Methought the billows spoke and told me of it;...

23V,1,2144
Whether thou best he or no, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,...

24V,1,2174
If thou be'st Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation;...

25V,1,2181
Irreparable is the loss, and patience Says it is past her cure.

26V,1,2187
You the like loss!

27V,1,2192
A daughter? O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,...

28V,1,2223
If this prove A vision of the Island, one dear son...

29V,1,2230
Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about!...

30V,1,2238
What is this maid with whom thou wast at play? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:...

31V,1,2251
I am hers: But, O, how oddly will it sound that I...

32V,1,2262
I say, Amen, Gonzalo!

33V,1,2272
[To FERDINAND and MIRANDA] Give me your hands: Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart...

34V,1,2291
These are not natural events; they strengthen From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?

35V,1,2307
This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod And there is in this business more than nature...

36V,1,2352
Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?

37V,1,2354
And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em?...

38V,1,2364
This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.

39V,1,2375
Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.

40 V,1,2390
I long To hear the story of your life, which must...