[Aside to Sebastian] I am right glad that he's so
out of hope.
Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
That you resolved to effect. (3.3.1)
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: it did bass my trespass.
Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded, and
I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded
And with him there lie mudded.
But one fiend at a time,
I'll fight their legions o'er.
I'll be thy second. (3.3.7)
Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
O king Stefano! O peer! O worthy Stefano! look
what a wardrobe here is for thee! (4.1.5)