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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
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!
He'll be hanged yet;
[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.
SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of Prospero. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.
Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er
It should the good ship so have swallowed, and
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
O, wo the day!
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
[Lays down his mantle.
I have with such provision in mine art
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit
For thou must now know further.
You have often
The hour's now come;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remember
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 ? Of any thing the image tell me, that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.
'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 had'st, and more, Miranda: But how is it, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
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?
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,
I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should
Be so perfidious!-he whom, next thyself,
Without a parallel; those being all my study,
And to my state grew stranger, being transported,
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
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
And sucked my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st not.
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
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
The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan!)
O the heavens!
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me, If this might be a brother.
I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Now the condition.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
That wrings mine eyes.
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.
That hour destroy us?
Wherefore did they not
Well demanded, wench;
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not; (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared