ANTONIO Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker. We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. GONZALO I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench. BOATSWAIN Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses; off to sea again; lay her off. Enter MARINERS wet MARINERS All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! BOATSWAIN What, must our mouths be cold? GONZALO The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them, For our case is as theirs. SEBASTIAN I'm out of patience. ANTONIO We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards: This wide-chapp'd rascal,-would thou mightst lie drowning The washing of ten tides! GONZALO He'll be hang'd yet Though every drop of water swear against it. And gape at widest 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 !" ANTONIO Let's all sink with the king. SEBASTIAN Let's take leave of him. [Exeunt ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN. GONZALO Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any thing. above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. The wills [Exeunt. SCENE II The island. Before PROSPERO'S celi Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA MIRANDA If by your art, my dearest father, you have The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere It should the good ship so have swallow'd and I have done nothing but in care of thee, cell, MIRANDA More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. PROSPERO 'Tis time 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 very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely order'd, 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 down; For thou must now know farther. MIRANDA You have often Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd, And left me to a bootless inquisition, Concluding "Stay: not yet." PROSPERO The hour 's now come; The minute bids thee very Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell? I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not MIRANDA Certainly, sir, I can. PROSPERO By what? by any other house or person? MIRANDA "Tis far off, And rather like a dream than an assurance Four or five women once that tended me ? PROSPERO Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it MIRANDA But that I do not. Twelve PROSPERO year since, Miranda, twelve year since, Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and A prince of power. MIRANDA Sir, are not you my father? |