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then. Ait. Hang, cur, hang! you insolent noise-maker, we re less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
ton. I'll warrant him from drowning; though th_ship were no stronger than a nut-shell.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two purses; 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 as
Seb. I am out of patience.
drunkards.This wide-chapped 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 split ! Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
[Exit. Seb. Let's take leave of him.
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. 3 Absolutely
The Island : before the Cell of Prospero.
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.
Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you
did knock Against my very heart ! Poor souls ! they perish’d. Had I been any
power, I would
O, woe the day!
More to know
'Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.
[Lays down his mantle. Lie there my art. - Wipe thou thine eyes; have
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
You have often
The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee
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. 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 had'st, and more, Miranda : But how
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
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 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 heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither. Mira.
O, my heart bleeds To think o'the teen5 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? Mira.
Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them ; whom to advance, and whom To trash 6 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
6 Cut away.
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
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, A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded, But what my power might else exact,— like one Who, having unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie, — he did believe He was the duke ; out of the substitution And executing the outward face of royalty, With all prerogative : - Hence his ambition Growing, - Dost hear?
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he
O the heavens !