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.

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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. 30

Exit.

Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, upon him;

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 topmast! 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.

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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, incharitable 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 for drowning, though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench.

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Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! Set her two courses off to sea again; lay her off.

To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance. Please you, further.

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Pros. 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 rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-
Dost thou attend me?
Mir.

Sir, most heedfully.

Pros. Being once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them, who to advance, and who 80
To trash for over-topping, new created
The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd
them,

Betid to any creature in the vessel

Or else new form'd them: having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was

Sit down;

And suck'd my verdure out on 't. Thou attend'st

not.

Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,

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As my trust was; which had indeed no limit,
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact, like one
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,

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Pros. By what? by any other house or person?
Of any thing the image tell me that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.
Mir.

'Tis far off; Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie, he did believe

And rather like a dream than an assurance

He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution, | Against what should ensue.
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative: hence his ambition grow-

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

Not a hair perish'd;

On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before; and, as thou bad'st me
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle. 220
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.

They would not take her life. Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, sir.

Pros. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought
with child

And here was left by the sailors: thou, my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant:
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,

Of the king's ship Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,

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

Ari.

Safely in harbour

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Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From thestill-vex'd Bermoothes; there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples,

Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd
And his great person perish.
Pros.

Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work.
What is the time o' the day?
Ari.

Past the mid season.

By help of her more potent ministers
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd thou didst painfully remain
A dozen years; within which space she died
And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy
groans

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As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this
island,-

Save for the son that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp hag-born, not honour'd with
A human shape.

I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.
Pros.

I will discharge thee.
Ari.

Do so, and after two days
That's my noble master!
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Pros. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the
sea: be subject

To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
To every eyeball else. Go take this shape
And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence!

Exit ARIEL.

Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;

Awake!

The strangeness of your story put

Mir.
Heaviness in me.
Pros.

Shake it off. Come on:

We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.

Mir.

'Tis a villain, sir,

I do not love to look on.
Pros.

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We cannot miss him he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices
That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban!

Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.

As we have, such.
Was in the wreck;
With grief that 's
call him