The Tempest (Alonso) Key Quotes

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Alonso (Act 3, Sc. 3, ll. 8-10)
He is drowned/ Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks/ Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go.
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Alonso (Act 3, Sc. 3, ll. 95-99)
O, it is monstrous, monstrous!/ Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it,/ The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder,/ That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced/ The name of Prosper.
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Alonso (Act 3, Sc. 3, ll. 100-102)
Therefore my son i'th'ooze is bedded, and/ I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded,/ And with him there lie mudded.
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Alonso (Act 2, Sc.1, ll. 106-113)
You cram these words into my ears against/ The stomach of my sense... For, coming thence,/ My son is lost... O thou mine heir/ Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish/ Hath made his meal on thee?
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Alonso (Act 5, Sc. 1, ll. 113-119)
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me... Thy pulse/ Beats as of flesh and blood, and since I saw thee,/ Th'affliction of my mind amends, with which/ I fear a madness held me... But how should Prospero/ Be living, and be here?
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Alonso (Act 5, Sc. 1, ll. 134-139)
If thou beest Prospero,/ Give us particulars of thy preservation;/ How thou hast met us here, whom three hours since/ were wrecked upon this shore, where I have lost - / How sharp the point of this remembrance is - / My dear son Ferdinand
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Alonso (Act 5, Sc.1, ll. 140-141)
Irreparable is the loss, and patience/ Says it past her cure.
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Alonso (Act 5, Sc. 1, ll. 186-188)
Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours./ Is she the goddess that hath severed us, / And brought us thus together?
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Alonso (Act 5, Sc. 1, ll. 227-228)
These are not natural events; they strengthen/ From strange to stranger
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Alonso (Act 5, Sc. 1, ll. 312-314)
I long/ To hear the story of your life, which must/ Take the ear strangely
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O, it is monstrous, monstrous!/ Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it,/ The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder,/ That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced/ The name of Prosper.

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Alonso (Act 3, Sc. 3, ll. 95-99)

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Therefore my son i'th'ooze is bedded, and/ I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded,/ And with him there lie mudded.

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You cram these words into my ears against/ The stomach of my sense... For, coming thence,/ My son is lost... O thou mine heir/ Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish/ Hath made his meal on thee?

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Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me... Thy pulse/ Beats as of flesh and blood, and since I saw thee,/ Th'affliction of my mind amends, with which/ I fear a madness held me... But how should Prospero/ Be living, and be here?

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