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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. [Exit.
Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is 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.
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 you, then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noisemaker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off.
Enter Mariners, wet.
Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist them, For our case is as theirs.
Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunk
This wide-chapped rascal; -'Would, thou might'st lie
The washing of ten tides!
[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.
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.
Mira. 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, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Dashed all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perished. Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er It should the good ship so have swallowed, and The freighting souls within her.
O, wo the day!
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
[Lays down his mantle
I have with such provision in mine art
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink.
For thou must now know further.
The hour's now come;
I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast not
Certainly, sir, I can.
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person?
'Tis far off;
Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: But how is it,
If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here,
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.
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.
O, the heavens ! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did?
Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence; But blessedly holp hither.
O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen that I have turned you to,
The manage of my state; as, at that time,
Sir, most heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash for overtopping; new created
The creatures that were mine; I say, or changed them, Or else new formed them; having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts i' th' state
To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was
And sucked my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st not.
I pray thee mark me.
But what my power might else exact,-like one,
To credit his own lie,-he did believe
He was indeed the duke; out of the substitution,
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan: Me, poor man!-my library Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable: confederates (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan!) To most ignoble stooping.
O the heavens!
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me, If this might be a brother.
Now the condition. This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises,Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,Should presently extirpate me and mine Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon, A treacherous army levied, one midnight Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me, and thy crying self.
Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which, this story Were most impertinent.
Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?
Well demanded, wench;
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not;
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.