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To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh
Alack, what trouble
Was I then to you!
O, a cherubin
Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile,
When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
Out of his charity, who being then appointed
How came we ashore?
Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
Would I might
But ever see that man!
Mir. Heavens thank you for 't! And now,
For still 't is beating in my mind, your reason
Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore; and by my prescience
If now I court not but omit, my fortunes
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I
To answer thy best pleasure; be 't to fly,
Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Ari. To every article.
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, 200 Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the pre
O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake.
Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad and play'd Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel, Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring, then like reeds, not hair, Was the first man that leap'd; cried, "Hell is
And all the devils are here."
Why, that's my spirit!
Close by, my master.
Not a hair perish'd;
Pros. But was not this nigh shore? Ari. Pros. But are they, Ariel, safe? Ari. On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me, In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle. The king's son have I landed by himself; Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, His arms in this sad knot.
Of the king's ship,
The mariners, say how thou hast disposed
Safely in harbour
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd
Past the mid season. Pros. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now
Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
How now ? moody?
Pros. Before the time be out? no more!
Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served
Pros. Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread
Of the salt deep,
To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
I do not, sir.
The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
born? speak; tell me.
Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did
Pros. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought
And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, 270
Where was she