...Would become tender. Prosp. Dost thou think so, spirit 1 An. Mine would, sir, were I human. Protp. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch,...their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art I Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet,...

...Dost thou think so, spirit? Ariel. Mine would, sir, were I human. Prospero. And mine shall. Hast tnou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions?...their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet,...

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...become tender. PROSPERO. Dost thou think so, spirit ? ARIEL. Mine would, sir, were I human. PROBPERO. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch,...of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion' d as they, be kindlier moved than thou art .' " It has been observed that there is a peculiar charm...

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...The good old lord, Gonzab; His tears run down his beard, like winter'* drops From eavesi of reeds : n to our camp. He writes me here, — that inward...trust On any soul remov'd but on his own. Yet doth they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? Though with their high wrongs 1 am struck to the quick. Yet,...

...affections Would become tender. Pros. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pros. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch,...their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th' quick, Yet...

...for the distracted king and the desolate Gonzalo. Amazed, Prospero replies that he too will be moved: Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of...their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th' quick, Yet...

...which Prospero replies: Dost thou think so, spirit? Ariel. Mine would, sir, were I human. Prospero. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch,...their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am strook to th' quick, Yet...

...pastoral innocence, marvelling that Ariel can feel such compassion for the political transgressors. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of...their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? (The Tempest, 5.1.21-4) The experience of pastoral exile has...