So dear the love my people bore me; nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colors fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,

not rigg'd, the very rats

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Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared 145
A rotten carcass of a butt,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast;
Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.

Mir.

Was I then to you!

Pros.

Alack, what trouble

O, a cherubin

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Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

When I have deck'd the sea with drops full

salt,

Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me

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An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.

Mir.

How came we ashore?

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A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity, who being then appointed
Master of this design, did give us, with

Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,

Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle

ness,

Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
From mine own library with volumes that

I prize above my dukedom.°

Mir.

But ever see that man!

Pros.

Would I might

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Now I arise: [Resumes his mantle.

Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Here in this island we arrived; and here

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Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit°
Than other princess' can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
Mir. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I
pray you, sir,

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For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
For raising this sea-storm?

Pros.

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 180 I find my zenith° doth depend upon

A most auspicious star, whose influence

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If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions:
Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way: I know thou canst not choose.
[MIRANDA sleeps.
Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.
Approach, my Ariel,° come.

Enter ARIEL.

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I

come

To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,

To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task Ariel and all his quality.°

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Hast thou, spirit,

d to point the tempest that I bade thee?
To every article.

d the king's ship°; now on the beak,
the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
amazement: sometime I'ld divide,
n in many places; on the topmast,

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s and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, 200 eet and join. Jove's lightnings, the pre

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readful thunder-claps, more momentary
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urous roaring the most mighty Neptune
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dread trident shake.

My brave spirit!

s so firm, so constant, that this coilumu not infect his reason?

Not a soul

a fever of the mad, and play'd

cks of desperation.°. All but mariners

in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,

ir up-staring,

then like reeds, not hair,

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Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.'

Pros.

But was not this nigh shore?

Ari.

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Close by, my master.

Not a hair perish'd;

Pros. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari.

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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.°

Pros.

The mariners, say how thou hast disposed,
And all the rest o' the fleet.

Ari.

Of the king's ship,

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Safely in harbor

Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's

hid:

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The mariners all under hatches stow'd; of all

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Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labor,