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Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off.
Enter Mariners wet.
Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist them, For our case is as theirs.
Seb. I am out of patience.
ards. This wide-chopp'd rascal ;—'Would, thou might'st lie
drowning, The washing of ten tides !
Gon. He'll be hang'd 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 splitAnt. 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!
SCENE II. The island: before the cell of PROSPERO,
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA,
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Pro. Be collected ;
Mira. O, woe the day !
Pro. No harm.
Mira. More to know
PRO. 'Tis time
[Lays down his mantle. Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes;
have comfort, The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd The very
virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely order'd, that there is no soulNo, not so much perdition as an hair, Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'It cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;
For thou must now know further.
MIRA. You have often
PRO. The hour's now come ;
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person?
Mira. 'Tis far off ;
my remembrance warrants : Had I not Four or five women once, that 'tended me ?
Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda : But how is it, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'ft here, How thou cam'ft here, thou may’ft.
Mira. But that I do not. Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years 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 waft my daughter; and thy father Was duke of Milan ; and his only heir A princess ;--no worse iflued.
Mira. O the heavens !
Pro. Both, both, my girl:
Mira. O, my heart bleeds
Mira. Sir, most heedfully,
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them ; whom to advance, and whom To trash for over-topping ; new created The creatures that were mine ; I say, or chang'd them, Or else new-form'd them: having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st not : I pray thee, mark me.
Mira. O good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
trust, Like a good parent, did beget of him A falthood, in its contrary as great As my
trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, A confidence sans bound. He bei
He being thus lorded,
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me,