{"id":"01KG8AZ46128DGX0K4P48TB0KY","cid":"bafkreiejkbzhvdl5rxqoltc6hjwnb6arlfee2ageatjribiqv2uqsf5bvy","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreifdeslci256wsflsvqkluzqvyzympmt6sqtx5ac6ojiipmheutenu","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0059.jpg","height":2400,"key":"pdf-page-1769806466691-v3qtthneea","label":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0059.jpg","page_number":59,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":462668,"text":"ACT TWO THE TEMPEST SCENE ONE\nBe rough and razorable; she that from whom\nWe all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again,\nAnd by that destiny, to perform an act\nWhereof what 's past is prologue ; what to come,\nIn yours and my discharge.\nSebastian. What stuff is this ! how say you ?\nTis true, my brother's daughter 's queen of Tunis ;\nSo is she heir of Naples ; 'twixt which regions\nThere is some space.\nAntonio. A space whose every cubit\nSeems to cry out, 'How shall that Claribel\nMeasure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,\nAnd let Sebastian wake.' Say, this were death\nThat now hath seized them ; why, they were no worse\nThan now they are. There be that can rule Naples\nAs well as he that sleeps ; lords that can prate\nAs amply and unnecessarily\nAs this Gonzalo ; I myself could make\nA chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore\nThe mind that I do 1 what a sleep were this\nFor your advancement ! Do you understand me ?\nSebastian. Methinks I do.\nAntonio. And how does your content\nTender your own good fortune ?\nSebastian. I remember\nYou did supplant your brother Prosper©.\nAntonio. True :\nAnd look how well my garments sit upon me ;\nMuch feater than before : my brother's servants\nWere then my fellows ; now they are my men.\nSebastian. But, for your conscience.\nAntonio. Ay, sir; where lies that? if 'twere a kibe\nTwould put me to my slipper: but I feel not\nThis deity in my bosom : twenty consciences,\nThat stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they.\nAnd melt, ere they molest ! Here lies your brother,\nNo better than the earth he lies upon.\nIf he were that which now he 's like, that 's dead ;\nWhom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it,\nCan lay to bed for ever ; whiles you, doing thus\nTo the perpetual wink for aye might put\n43","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:26.691Z","text_extracted_by":"pdf-processor","text_has_content":true,"text_source":"born_digital","uploaded":true,"width":1601},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG89K56V71HSK5HCYTVQK4G2","predicate":"derived_from"},{"peer":"01KG89JREDR8WY5QQGYR5FZRDY","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AZ44NYY85N6R1V7MZ6GCJ","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AZ463ATX7ZPV3Q367GGX1","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:27.265Z","ts":"2026-01-30T21:01:49.345Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFFH6ETXGRVD10WPNP3007D6"}}