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Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king ? To cabin: silence : trouble us not.
Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our way, I say.
[Eait. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.
[Exeunt. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course. [.A cry within. A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.
Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog! Boats. Work
then. Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insôlent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
(1) Present instant.
Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstaunchedl wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; ott to sea again, lay her off.
Enter Mariners, wet.
assist them, For our case is as theirs.
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 hanged 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. Erit. 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. SCENE II. The island: before the cell of
Prospero. Enter Prospero and Miranda. Mir. 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,
(1) Incontinent. (2) Absolutely
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
O, wo the day!
More to know
'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
You have often
Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd
The hour's now come ;
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 hadst, and more, Miranda: but how
is it, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysma of time? If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, How thou cam'st here, thou may'st. Mira.
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.
(1) Quite. (2) Abyse.
O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen? 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 trash2 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 The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st
pray thee, mark me.
O good sir, I do.
(2) Cut away.