{"id":"01KG8AZ4RJ2F0ZQRNHXV9Q8CRH","cid":"bafkreicbrd7hs22vnjqy454pab2yhugbr3av6kfirbet3kehwlaiikxbby","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreidc4l6oicx5kcqlfyi7uctxkgjtjubse577bp6xswjjgu3kfsunfy","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0056.jpg","height":2400,"key":"pdf-page-1769806466690-guoe5mavskb","label":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0056.jpg","page_number":56,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":457950,"text":"ACT TWO THE TEMPEST SCENE ONE\nOonzalo. I would with such perfection govern, sir,\nTo excel the golden age.\nSebastian. 'Save his majesty!\nAntonio. Long live Gonzalo !\nGonzalo. And, — do you mark me, sir?\nAlonso. Prithee, no more : thou dost talk nothing to me.\nOonzalo. I do well believe your highness ; and did it to minister\noccasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and\nnimble lungs that they always use to laugh at nothing.\nAntonio. 'Twas you we laughed at.\nGonzalo. Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to\nyou : so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.\nAntonio. What a blow was there given !\nSebastian. An it had not fallen flat-long.\nOonzalo. You are gentlemen of brave metal ; you would lifl\nthe moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it\nfive weeks without changing.\n[Enter Ariel (invisible) playing solemn music]\nSebastian. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.\nAntonio. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.\nGonzalo. No, I warrant you ; I will not adventure my dis-\ncretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am\nvery heavy?\nAntonio. Go sleep, and hear us.\n[All sleep except Alonso, Sebastian, and Antonio.\nAlonso. What, all so soon asleep ! I wish mine eyes\nWould, with themselves, shut up my thoughts : I find\nThey are inclined to do so.\nSebastian. Please you, sir,\nDo not omit the heavy offer of it :\nIt seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,\nIt is a comforter.\nAntonio. We two, my lord,\nWill guard your person while you take your rest,\nAnd watch your safety.\nAlonso. Thank you. — ^Wondrous heavy.\n[Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel.\nSebastian. What a strange drowsiness possesses them 1\nAntonio. It is the quality o' the climate.\n40","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":1642},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG89K56V71HSK5HCYTVQK4G2","predicate":"derived_from"},{"peer":"01KG89JREDR8WY5QQGYR5FZRDY","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AZ46A8Q168CJKFXD4WZJ6","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AZ4VKY2ZC03V1SWY2W9EM","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:27.858Z","ts":"2026-01-30T21:01:50.252Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFFH6ETXGRVD10WPNP3007D6"}}