A sea change into something rich and
These are not natural events, they
strengthen from strange to stranger
The play overall has a dream-like quality
These words appear more in this
play than in any other
Shakespeare play. Why?
'Tis far off
And rather like a dream than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants. (1.2.44-
The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
As if it had lungs and rotten ones.
Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.
Here is everything advantageous to life.
True; save means to live.
Of that there's none, or little.
How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
The ground indeed is tawny.
With an eye of green in't.
He misses not much.
No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. (2.1.47-58)
As I told thee before, I am subject to a
a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath
cheated me of the island. (3.2.42-44)
A living drollery. 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.
I'll believe both;
And what does else want credit, come to me,
And I'll be sworn 'tis true: travellers ne'er did lie,
Though fools at home condemn 'em.
If in Naples
I should report this now, would they believe me?
If I should say, I saw such islanders—
For, certes, these are people of the island—
Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note,
Their manners are more gentle-kind than of
Our human generation you shall find
Many, nay, almost any. (3.3.21-33)
You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,
That hath to instrument this lower world
And what is in't, the never-surfeited sea
Hath caused to belch up you; and on this island
Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men
Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;
And even with such-like valour men hang and
Their proper selves. (3.3.53-59)
Whe’er thou beest he or no,
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
(As late I have been), I not know. Thy pulse
Beats as of flesh and blood; and since I saw
Th’ affliction of my mind amends, with which
I fear a madness held me. This must crave
(And if this be at all) a most strange story.
Thy dukedom I resign, and do entreat
Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should
Be living and be here? (5.1.112-119)
You do yet taste
Some subtleties o' the ... will not let you
Believe things certain. (5.1.123-125)
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which
The ... hair
Betid to any creature in the vessel (1.2.26-
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.