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ACT I
Sc. I

hand a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot,
give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself
ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if
it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts! Out of our way, I
say.
[exit.

GON. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks
he hath no drowning-mark upon him; his complexion
is perfect gallows. - Stand fast, good Fate, to his hang-
ing! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our
own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be
hang'd, our case is miserable.

Re-enter Boatswain.

[exeunt.

BOATS. Down with the top-mast! yare; lower, lower!
Bring her to try wi' th' main-course.1 [A cry within.]
A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the
weather or our office.-

Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO.

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Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

SEB. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!

BOATS. Work you, then.

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ANT. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noisemaker, we are less afraid to be drown'd than thou art. GON. I'll warrant him for drowning, though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanch wench.

BOATS. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses! off to sea again; lay her off!

Re-enter Mariners, wet.

MARINERS. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!

BOATS. What, must our mouths be cold?

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[exeunt.

GON. The King and Prince at prayers! let us assist

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ANT. We're merely1 cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chopp'd rascal - would thou might'st lie drowning

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[A confused noise within.] Mercy on us! We split, we

split!-Farewell, my wife and children! - Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we split! [Exit Boatswain. ANT. Let's all sink wi' the King.

[exit.

SEB. Let's take leave of him.

[exit.

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.

[exit.

SCENE II. The Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO.
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.

MIRA. If by 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 th' welkin's2 cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creatures 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 e'er

It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
The fraughting souls within her.

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I have done nothing but in care of thee-
Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter-who

1 utterly.

2 sky.

3 freighting.

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Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Of whence I am; nor that I am more better
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell
And thy no greater father.

MIRA.

More to know

Did never meddle with my thoughts.
PRO.

'Tis time

I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magic garment from me.-So :

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[lays down his robe.

Lie there, my art. - Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.

The direful spectacle of the wrack, which touch'd

The very virtue of compassion in thee,

I have with such prevision in mine art
So safely order'd, that there is no soul-

No, not so much perdition as an hair

Betid to any creature in the vessel

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Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;

For thou must now know further.

MIRA.

You have often

Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd,

And left me to a bootless inquisition,

Concluding, Stay, not yet.

PRO.

The hour's now come;

The very minute bids thee ope thine ear:

Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember

A time before we came unto this cell?

I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
Out1 three years old.

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PRO. By what? by any other house or person ?

Of any thing the image tell me that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.

MIRA.

'Tis far off,

And rather like a dream than an assurance

That my remembrance warrants. Had I not

Four or five women once that tended me?

PRO. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it

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1 over.

That this lives in thy mind? What see'st thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
If thou remember'st ought ere thou cam'st here,
How thou cam'st here thou may'st.

MIRA.

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But that I do not.

PRO. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,

Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and

A prince of power.

MIRA.

Sir, are not you my father ?

PRO. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and

She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father

Was Duke of Milan; thou, his only heir,

A princess-no worse issued.

MIRA.

O the Heavens!

What foul play had we, that we came from thence? 60

Or blessed was 't we did ?

PRO.

Both, both, my girl :
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence,

But blessedly holp hither.

MIRA.

O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen1 that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, further.
PRO. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio-
I pray thee, mark me that a brother should
Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself,
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The manage of my State; as, at that time,
Through all the signiories it was the first,
And Prospero the prime Duke; being so reputed
In dignity, and for the liberal arts

Without a parallel: those being all my study,
The government I cast upon my brother,
And to my State grew stranger, being transported
And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-

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PRO. -Being once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them, who t' advance, and who

To trash for over-topping-new-created

The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd 'em,

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1 trouble.

2 check.

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Or else new-form'd 'em; having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the State
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was

The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,

And suck'd the verdure out on't. Thou attend'st

not.

MIRA. O good sir, I do.
PRO.

I pray thee, mark me.

I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that which, but by being so retir'd,
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother
Awak'd an evil nature; and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood, in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had indeed no limit,

A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,

Not only with what my revénue yielded,

But what my power might else exact like one
Who having to untruth, by telling of it,

Made such a sinner of his memory

To credit his own lie- he did believe

He was indeed the Duke; out o' the substitution,
And executing th' outward face of royalty,

With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing

Dost thou hear?

MIRA.

Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

PRO. -To have no screen between this part he play'd
And them he play'd it for, he needs will be
Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library
Was Dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties

He thinks me now incapable; confederates-
So dry he was for sway-wi' the King of Naples
To give him annual tribute, do him homage,

Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
The Dukedom, yet unbow'd-alas, poor Milan !--
To most ignoble stooping.

MIRA.

O the Heavens!

PRO. Mark his condition, and th' event; then tell me,
If this might be a brother.

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