{"id":"01KG8AZX4F9DV4J2RMGBAJATEG","cid":"bafkreiey5gewg2epuyh55qiaysgfurbogow43ge5nvylnec6v23uhjrmya","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreiesde3niffvibd7iisdwscu762oi6ayvxs4jyzr6mx456blfjujda","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0120.jpg","height":2400,"key":"pdf-page-1769806492466-tgsgrciqv5c","label":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0120.jpg","page_number":120,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":461006,"text":"ACT FIVE THE TEMPEST scene one\nSebastian. He is drunk now: where had he wine?\nAlonso. And Trinculo is reeling ripe : v/here should they\nFind\nthis\ngrand\nliquor that\nhath\ngilded\n'em?—\nHow earnest thou in this pickle?\nTrinculo. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last,\nthat, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not\nfear fly-blowing.\nSebastian. Why, how now, Stephano!\nStephana. O, touch me not ;— I am not Stephano, but a cramp.\nProspero. You 'Id be king o' the isle, sirrah?\nStephano. I should have been a sore one, then.\nAlonso. This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.\n[Pointing to Caliban.\nProspero. He is as disproportion'd in his manners\nAs in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell ;\nTake with you your companions; as you look\nTo have my pardon, trim it handsomely.\nCaliban. Ay, that I will ; and I '11 be wise hereafter,\nAnd seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass\nWas I, to take this drunkard for a god.\nAnd worship this dull fool !\nProspero. Go to ; away !\nAlonso. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found\nit.\nSebastian. Or stole it, rather.\n[Exeunt Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo.\nProspero. Sir, I invite your Highness and your train\nTo my poor cell, where you shall take your rest\nFor this one night ; which, part of it, I '11 waste\nWith such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it\nGo quick away : the story of my life,\nAnd the particular accidents gone by\nSince I came to this isle : and in the morn\nI '11 bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,\nWhere I have hope to see the nuptial\nOf these our dear-beloved solemnised ;\nAnd thence retire me to my Milan, where\nEvery third thought shall be my grave.\nAlonso. I long\nTo hear the story of your life, v/hich must\nTake the ear strangely.\n104","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:52.466Z","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":"01KG8AZX4F1XYJX1SQGY7WBKVE","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AZX752CN3B7XYDEQPCS7P","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:52.815Z","ts":"2026-01-30T21:02:30.682Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFFH6ETXGRVD10WPNP3007D6"}}