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ts. None that I more love than myself. e a counsellor; if you can command these Nor ts to silence, and work the peace of the tin, we will not hand a rope more; use your ty: if you cannot, give thanks you have Too long, and make yourself ready in your Did for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. ly, good hearts! Out of our way, I say. Was [Exit. I have great comfort from this fellow: Thanks he hath no drowning mark upon him;
Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
Boats. Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring her to try with main-course. [A cry within.] A plague upon his howling! they are louder than the weather or our office.
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO.
Boats. Work you then.
Ant. Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an unstanched wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off to sea again; lay her off.
Enter Mariners wet.
Mariners. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
Beats. What, must our mouths be cold?
I'm out of patience.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:
This wide-chapp'd rascal-would thou mightst
He'll be hang'd yet, Though every drop of water swear against it And gape at widest to glut him. [A confused noise within: Mercy on us!-We split, we split!'-'Farewell my wife and children!'
mplexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast,Farewell, brother!'-'We split, we split, we
Fate, to his hanging: make the rope of his
y our cable, for our own doth little advant- Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
Seb. Let's take leave of him.
[Exeunt Ant. and Seb. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. The island. Before PROSPERO'S cell.
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.
Mir. Ifby your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd. Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere It should the good ship so have swallow'd and The fraughting souls within her. Pros. Be collected: No more amazement: tell your piteous heart There's no harm done.
'Tis time I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me. So: [Lays down his mantle. Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have
Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But
how is it
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
Sir, are not you my father?
Mir. O the heavens ! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did?_
Both, both, my girl: 61 By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,
But blessedly holp hither.
O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
Pros. Being once perfected how to grant suits, The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd How to deny them, who to advance and who
For thou must now know farther.
The hour's now come;
I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not 40
Mir. O, good sir, I do.
I pray thee, mark
He thinks me now incapable; confederates-
Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me
How came we ashore?
Out of his charity, being then appointed
Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
But ever see that man!
Pros. Now I arise: [Resumes his mantle.
Pros. Mark his condition and the event; then Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. 170 tell me
If this might be a brother.
I should sin
So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
Mir. Was I then to you!
Alack, what trouble
O, a cherubin
Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smaile,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
Here in this island we arrived; and here
Mir. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,
For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
Know thus far forth.
By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
A most auspicious star, whose influence
Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Ari. To every article.
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
And all the devils are here.'
Why, that's my spirit!
But was not this nigh shore?
Close by, my master.
Not a hair perish'd;
Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd
Past the mid season.
Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
How now? moody?
What is't thou canst demand?
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
To bate me a full year.
Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
Thou hast. Where was she born?
O, was she so? I must
Pros. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought
And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this
Pros. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban
That's my noble master ! What shall I do? say what; what shall I do? 300 Pros. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject
To no sight but thine and mine, invisible 250 To every eyeball else. Go take this shape And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence! [Exit Ariel.
Pros. Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within. Pros. Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:
Come, thou tortoise! when?
Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear. Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pros. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye And blister you all o'er!
Pros. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing;
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.
Cal. I must eat my dinner. 330 This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,
Thou strokedst me and madest much of me,