Caliban: This island is mine.
Prospera: I will plague them all, even to roaring.
Prospera: We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little lives are rounded with a sleep.
Caliban: Hast thou not dropped from Heaven?
Stephano: Out of the moon, I do assure thee.
Trinculo: Misery acquaints a man with strange bed fellows.
