{"id":"01KG8AZ46A8Q168CJKFXD4WZJ6","cid":"bafkreibs2ir4zfw6mz4aiq6doynksnc4jqtvl7rzrthbjbx7mk5ycsy3qu","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreife6q7fblnachyqmtjzh6zhlhgj4slq6bn4326r467wmwfrjdc6o4","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0055.jpg","height":2400,"key":"pdf-page-1769806466690-q10fatfs8ng","label":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0055.jpg","page_number":55,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":430739,"text":"ACT TWO THE TEMPEST SCENE ONE\nI fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have\nMo widows in them of this business' making\nThan we bring men to comfort them :\nThe fault 's your own.\nAlonso. So is the dear'st o' the loss.\nGonzalo. My lord Sebastian,\nThe truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,\nAnd time to speak it in: you rub the sore,\nWhen you should bring the plaster.\nSebastian. Very well.\nAntonio. And most chirurgeonly.\nGonzalo. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,\nWhen you are cloudy.\nSebastian. Foul vreather ?\nAntonio. Very fouL\nGonzalo. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,—\nAntonio. He 'Id sow't with nettle-seed.\nSebastian. Or docks, or mallows.\nGonzalo. And were the king on 't, what would I do ?\nSebastian. 'Scape being drunk for want of wine.\nGonzalo. V the commonwealth I would by contraries\nExecute all things ; for no kind of traffic\nWould I admit ; no name of magistrate ;\nLetters should not be known ; riches, poverty,\nAnd use of service, none ; contract, succession.\nBourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ;\nNo use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ;\nNo occupation ; all men idle, all ;\nAnd women too, but innocent and pure ;\nNo sovereignty;—\nSebastian. Yet he would be king on't.\nAntonio. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the\nbeginning.\nGonzalo. All things in common nature should produce\nWithout sweat or endeavour : treason, felony,\nSword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine.\nWould I not have ; but nature should bring forth,\nOf its own kind, all foison, all abundance.\nTo feed my innocent people.\nSebastian. No marrying 'mong his subjects?\nAntonio. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves.\n39","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:26.690Z","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":"01KG8AZ42GKY8VYR98E40295KP","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AZ4RJ2F0ZQRNHXV9Q8CRH","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:27.274Z","ts":"2026-01-30T21:01:49.334Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFFH6ETXGRVD10WPNP3007D6"}}