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Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstaunched! wench
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off.
Enter Mariners, wet.
Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [Exeunt.
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist them,
For our case is as theirs.
Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We are merely2 cheated of our lives by drunkards.
This wide-chapped rascal;-'Would, thou might'st lie drowning,
The washing of ten tides!
Gon. He'll be hanged yet; Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glut him.
[A confused noise within.] Mercy on us!-We split, we split!-Farewell, my wife and children!Farewell, brother!-We split, we split, we split.Ant. Let's all sink with 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.
Mir. 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 the welkin's cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
Be collected; No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, There's no harm done.
O, wo the day!
Mira. Pro. I have done nothing but in care of thee, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Of whence am; nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father.
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; [Lays down his mantle. Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
For thou must now know further.
You have often
Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd
The hour's now come; thine ear;
The very minute bids thee
I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Out! three years old.
Certainly, sir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance.
"Tis far off;
Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how is it,
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou els
But that I do not
Pro. Twelve years since,
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
O, the heavens ! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did?
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 wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleDost thou attend me?
Sir, most heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash2 for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd
Or else new form'd them: having both the key
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
pray thee, mark me.
O good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate 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,
(2) Cut away.
A confidence sans' bound. He being thus lorded,
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd,
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
O the heavens!
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me,
If this might be a brother.
Now the condition. This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Which was, that he in lieu3 o' the premises,-Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,Should presently extirpate me and mine Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, With all the honours, on my brother: whereon, A treacherous army levied, one midnight
(1) Without. (2) Thirsty. (3) Consideration.