1 There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.
2 So you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.
3 Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you.
4 But you'll lie like dogs, and yet say nothing neither.
5 Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated In what thou hadst to say.
6 I might call him A thing divine, for nothing natural I ever saw so noble.
7 This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.
8 So glad of this as they I cannot be, Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more.
9 I do well believe your Highness, and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that they always use to laugh at nothing.
10 I have done nothing but in care of thee, Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who Art ignorant of what thou art, naught knowing Of whence I am, nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father.
11 Thee of thy son, Alonso, They have bereft; and do pronounce by me Ling'ring perdition, worse than any death Can be at once, shall step by step attend You and your ways, whose wraths to guard you from--Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads--is nothing but heart's sorrow And a clear life ensuing.