If after every tempest come such calms.

May the winds blow till they have wakened death,

And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas

Olympus-high, and duck again as low

As hell’s from heaven. If it were now to die,
‘T were now to be most happy: for I fear

My soul hath her content so absolute

That not another comfort like to this

Succeeds in unknown fate.

(Act II, Scene One, lines 179 – 187) 46.

 

A. love
B. nature
C. sailing
D. war

Correct Answer:

Option C – sailing

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