The Tempest

• Yet with my nobler reason gainst my fury

  Do I take part. The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance.
• These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and

  Are melted into air, into thin air,
• I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound

  I'll drown my book.
• For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive Thy rankest fault—all of them
• Now my charms are all o'erthrown,

  And what strength I have's mine own Which is most faint.