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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 loft! [Exeunt, 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're merely cheated of our lives by drunk
ards.This wide-chopp'd rascal ;—'Would, thou might'st lie
drowning, The washing of ten tides !
Gon. He'll be hang'd 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 splitAnt. Let's all sink with the king.
[Exit. SEB. Let's take leave of him.
[Exit. 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,
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Pro. Be collected ;
MIRA. O, woe the day!
Pro. No harm.
Mira. More to know
Pro. 'Tis time
(Lays down his mantle.
For thou must now know further.
Mira. You have often
Pro. The hour's now come;
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person?
MIRA. 'Tis far off ;
Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda : But how is it,
Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since;
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
Mira. O the heavens !
Pro. Both, both, my girl :
Mira. O, my heart bleeds
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call’d Antonio,
Mira. Sir, most heedfully,
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, . . How to deny them ; whom to advance, and whom To trash 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 not: I pray thee, mark me.
Mira. O good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate ' To closeness, and the bettering of my mind With that, which, but by being so retired, O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Awakd an evil nature: and my trust, Like a good parent, did beget of him A fallhood, in its contrary as great 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, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie,-he did believe He was the duke; out of the substitution, And executing the outward face of royalty, With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition Growing,-Doft hear? 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. Mira. O the heavens !
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me, If this might be a brother.