Book: Storm

But now I'm going to deny
From this destructive science.
I just want the music of heaven to call
That it to heal the insane poor.
But we'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth.
A book I'll drown at the bottom of the sea.

Arrow of Jupiter I have split this proud spirit,
Unleashed rocks
With the roots of pine I pulled out of the cedars,
In my opinion the behest of the grave dutifully returned dead.
All this I accomplished from my art.

Yeah, maybe you're right... But conscience?
- Conscience?
What is it? Corn? So I limped to.
No, I'm such a God do not pray.
When between me and Milan
Not twenty consciences formed,
As glaciers or lava lake,
I still have them crossed.

Solemn music heals
His mind, befogged madness.

Antonio:
If at least one of his pockets could speak, you would accuse him of lying.
Sebastian:
Still. Unless it's a fake pocket.

Antonio:
He's their chatter can work wonders.
Sebastian:
To raise from the ashes of the house and walls.
Antonio:
What is more unrealistic it will be for him a breeze?
Sebastian:
I guess he will put this island in his pocket and take his son a gift instead of an Apple.
Antonio:
And the seeds you sow in the sea, and they'll grow a whole bunch of Islands.

Sir, no matter how laudable frankness,
Now she's rude and inappropriate.
Impose on the wound should patch
And you only rastrillea her.

Gonzalo:
Isn't it, your Majesty, my coat looks like brand-new?
Antonio:
Rather, with a fishing hook.

A face he wanted to erase meanwhile, what was
And than it seemed.

So, what was a shameful bargain?
The king of Naples, my sworn enemy,
With Antonio that agreed,
In exchange for monetary tribute,
The submission of the Duchy to the crown
Give the traitor to my rights
And the Ducal title, expelling me
And all of my family forever from Milan.
And so it happened: at the appointed night
Opened my brother the gate of the city,
His accomplices admitted to Milan
And that same night we were taken into exile
His minions. You cried bitterly...

No, I'm sure - he's going to finish,
Though all the seas and oceans
Agreed to sink it!

And great vows
In the fire of passion burn like straw.

But no!.. The more I hide, the feelings, the stronger they are pulled out.

See, he gets a watch of his wit; now they begin to beat.