Prospero Quotes

“At this hour
Lie at my mercy all mine enemies.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites, 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 azured 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 waked their sleepers, oped, and let ‘em forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure, and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I’ll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I’ll drown my book.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“Thou shalt be free
As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps,
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins
Shall forth at vast of night that they may work
All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made 'em.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness!”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“Then to the elements be free...”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“Come, thou tortoise!”
― William Shakespeare

“It would be like Prospero’s island, but in a good way: not a country of exile, a model world, safe and peaceful and private. A magician’s land.”
― Lev Grossman, The Magician's Land

“PROSPERO: Veseo budi. Naša zabava
Svršena je sada. Naši su igrači
Duhovi bili, i iščezli su sad
U nevidljivi vazduh. Ko nesuštastveno
Tkivo te vizije, tako će i kule
Visoke, i divni dvorci, i svečani
Hramovi, i sama lopta zemljina,
I sve na njoj, nestati ko ova
Iščezla, nestvarna povorka, i neće
Za sobom nikakav ostaviti trag.
Mi smo građa od koje se prave
Snovi, i naš mali život nam je snom
Zaokružen. (...)”
― Vilijam Šekspir