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!' Re-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'm out of patience. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chopp'd rascal ;-'Would thou mightst lie drowning, The washing of ten tides! [Exit Boatswain. He'll be hang'd yet; Gon. [Confused voices within.—Mercy on us! We split, we split!-Farewell, my wife and chil dren! Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we split !—] Ant. Let's all sink with the king. Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Exit. [Exit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; ling, heath, broom, furze, anything. 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 the welkin's 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 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 It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and Be collected; Pro. Mira. Pro. O, woe the day! No harm. 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 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 'Tis time Did never meddle with my thoughts. Pro. 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 comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down; For thou must now know farther. You have often Mira. Pro. The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Mira. Certainly, sir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of anything the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mira. And rather like a dream than an 'Tis far off; assurance Had I not That my remembrance warrants. Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it That this lives in thy mind? What see'st thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam❜st here, How thou cam'st here thou mayst. Mira. 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; and his only heir A princess, no worse issued. Mira. O, the heavens ! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did? Pro. Both, both, my girl; By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence; But blessedly holp hither. Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! farther. Please you, Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd An tonio, I pray thee mark me that a brother should Without a parallel: those being all my study, And to my state grew stranger, being transported And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle Mira. Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Or else new form'd them; having both the key 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 retired, O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother Awaked 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, But what my power might else exact,—like one To credit his own lie,—he did believe He was indeed the duke; out of the substitution, Dost thou hear? Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. |