Prospero

Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar That beasts shall tremble at thy din. Act i, Sc. 2

Prospero

I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind Act i, Sc. 2

Prospero

like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie Act i, Sc. 2

Prospero

We are such stuff

Prospero

What seest thou else

Prospero