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ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, 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.
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


For our case is as theirs.

Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We are merely? cheated of our lives by drunk-

ards.This wide-chapped rascal ;-_'Would, thou might'st lie

The washing of ten tides !

He'll be hanged yet;
Though every drop of water swear against it,

gape at wid'st to glut [.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 4 heath, brown furze, any thing: The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.

3 him.


1 The courses are the main-sail and fore-sail. To lay a ship a-ha is to bring her to lie as near the wind as she can, in order to keep clear of the land and get her out to sea.

2 Absolutely, entirely.
3 To englut, to swallow.
4 Sir Thomas Hanmer reads-ling, heath, broom, furze, &c.



SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of Prospero.


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 suffered
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her,
Dashed all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perished.
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 swallowed, and
The freighting i souls within her.

Be collected :
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done.

0, wo the day! Pro.

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.

More to know
Did never meddle' with my thoughts.

'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

comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touched


1 The first folio reads fraughting.

2 To mix, or to interfere with


The very virtue of compassion in thee,
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely ordered, that there is no soul-
No, not so much perdition as an hair,
Betid to any creature in the vessel
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit

For thou must now know further.

You have often
Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopped
And left me to a bootless inquisition ;
Concluding, Stay, not yet.-

The hour's now come;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remember
A time before we came into this cell?
I do not think thou can'st; 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 ;
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 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’st here,
How cam’st thou here, thou may’st.

But that I do not. Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years

Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
A prince of power.

Sir, are not you my father?

1 Entirely, quite.

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.

0, 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 heaved thence ; But blessedly holp hither. Mira.

0, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turned you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, further.

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, called AntonioI pray thee, mark me,—that a brother should Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I loved, 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 uncleDost thou attend me? Mira.

Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash ? for overtopping; new created The creatures that were mine; I say, or changed them, Or else new formed them; having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts i’ th' state To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, And sucked my verdure out on't.—Thou attend'st not.

1 Grief, sorrow

2 To check the pace or progress of any one. Trashes are clogs strapped round the neck of a dog to prevent his overspeed. There was another word of the same kind used in falconry.

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