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Was dukecom large enough; of temporal royalties || From my own library, with volumes that
He thinks me now incapable : confederates I prize above my dukedom.
(So dryl he was for sway) with the king of Naples, Mira.

'Would I might To give him annual tribute, do hirn homage; But ever see that man ! Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend


Now I arise :-
The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan!) Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
To most ignoble stooping.

Here in this island we arriv'd ; and here

O the heavens! Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Than other princes can, that have more time

For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. If this might be a brother.

Mira. Heavens thank you fort! And now, I Mira. I should sin

pray you, sir, To think but nobly of my grandmother: (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason Good wombs have borne bad sons.

For raising this sea-storm?
Now the condition. Pro.

Know thus far forth.-This king of Naples, being an enemy

By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
To me inveterate, bearkens my brother's suit; Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Which was, that he in lieu? o' the premises, Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, - I find my zenith doth depend upon
Should presently extirpate me and mine

A most auspicious star; whose influence
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
With all the honours, on my brother: whereon, Willever after droop.—Here cease more questions;
A treacherous army levied, one midnight Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open

And give it way ;-I know thou canst not choose. The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,

(Miranda sleeps. The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Me, and thy crying self.

Approach, my Ariel; come. Mira.

Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,

Enter Ariel. Will cry it o'er again ; it is a hints,

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I That wrings mine eyes. Pro.

Hear a little further, To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
And then I'll bring thee to the present business To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
Which now's upon us; without the which, this story || On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task
Were most impertinent.

Ariel, and all his quality.
Wherefore did they not Pro.

Hast thou, spirit,
That hour destroy us?

Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Pro.

Well demanded, wench; Ari. To every article. My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst||I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, not ;

Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set I flam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide, A mark so bloody on the business ; but

And burn in many places; on the top-mast, With colours fairer painted their foul ends. The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly; In few, they hurried us aboard a bark ;

Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the preBore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd A rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd,

O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats

And sight-outrunning were not : the fire, and cracks Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble; To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Yea, his dread trident shake. Did us but loving wrong.


My brave spirit! Mira.

Alack! what trouble Who was so firm, so constant, that this coili
Was I then to you!

Would not infect his reason?
0!a cherubim

Not a soul
Thou wast, that did preserve me? Thou didst smile, But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

Some tricks of desperation : all, but mariners, When I have deck'd' the sea with drops full salt; Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Under my burden groan'd; which rais’d in me Then all a-fre with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, An undergoing stomach, to bear up

With hair upstaring (then like reeds, not hair,) Against what should ensue.

Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, Mira.

How came we ashore? || And all the devils are here. Pro. By Providence divine.


Why, that's my spirit! Some food we had, and some fresh water, that But was not this nigh shore? A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,


Close by, my master. Out of his charity (who being then appointed Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Master of this design,) did give us, with


Not a hair perish'd ; Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle-But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,

In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle: Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, The king's son have I landed by himself; (1) Thirsty. (2) Consideration. (3) Suggestion. (6) The minutest article. (7) Bustle, tumult. (4) Sprinkled.' (5) Stubborn resolution,




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Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders || Pro.

Come on; obey:
To hear thee speak of Naples : he does hear me ;

(To Ferd.
And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, bebeld And have no vigour in them.
The king my father wreck'd.


So they are: Mira.

Alack, for mercy! My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Milan,

The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, And his brave son, being twain.

To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Pro.

The duke of Milan, Might I but through my prison, once a day, And his more braver daughter, could controll thee, Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth If now it were fit to do't.-At the first sight Let liberty make use of; space enough

(Aside. || Have I in such a prison. They have chang'd eyes :--Delicate Ariel,


It works :-Come on.-
I'll set thee free for this !-A word, good sir ; Thou hast done well, fine Ariel !-Follow me.-
I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.

(To Ferd. and Mira. Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This|| Hark, what thou else shalt do me. (To Ariel. Is the third man that ere I saw; the first


Be of comfort,
That ere I sigh'd for: pity move my father My father's of a better nature, sir,
To be inclin'd my way!

Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted,
O, if a virgin,

Which now came from him.
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Pro.

Thou shalt be as free The queen of Naples.

As mountain winds : but then exactly do Pro.

Soft, sir; one word more.- All points of my command. They are both in either's powers: but this swift Ari.

To the syllable.

Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. (Exeunt.
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [.Aside.
Make the prize light.-One word more ; I charge

That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
The name thou ow'st not: and hast put thyself

Upon this island, as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on't.
No, as I am a man.

SCENE I.--Another part of the island. Enter
Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a

Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, temple :

Francisco, and others.
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,

Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have
Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

Follow me.- (To Ferd. (So have we all) of joy; for our escape
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come. Is much beyond our loss : our hint of wo
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:

Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,
Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be The masters of some merchant, and the merchant,
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks,|| Have just our theme of wo: but for the miracle,
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

I mean our preservation, few in millions

Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh I will resist such entertainment, till

Our sorrow with our comfort.
Mine enemy has more power.

(He draws.

Pr’ythee, peace.

O dear father, Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Make not too rash a trial of him, for

Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. He's gentle, and not fearful.2

Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit;

What, I say, by and by it will strike.
My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor ; Gon. Sir.
Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy Seb. One: - -Tell.

Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd,
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward ;3 Comes to the entertainer-
For I can here disarm thee with this stick,


A dollar. And make thy weapon drop.

Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have

Beseech you, father! I spoken truer than you proposed.
Pro. Hence ; hang not on my garments. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you

Sir, have pity; || should.
I'll be his surety.

Gon. Therefore, my lord, -
Silence: one word more

Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue !
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Alon. I prythee, spare.
An advocate for an impostor? hush!

Gon. Well, I have done : but yet-
Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes as he, Seb. He will be talking.
Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench! Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good
To the most of men this is a Caliban,

wager, first begins to crow? And they to him are angels.

Seb. The old cock.

My affections Ant. The cockrel.
Are then most humble ; I have no ambition Seb. Done: the wager?
To see a goodlier man.

Ant. A laughter.

Seb. A match. (1) Confute. (2) Frightful. (3) Guard. Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,-


No ;

loss ;

Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, Ant. So, you've pay'd.

against Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, The stomach of my sense : 'would I had never Seb. Yet,

Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Adr. Yet

My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, Ant. He could not miss it.

Who is so far from Italy remov'd,
Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and I ne'er again shall see her. Othou mine heir
delicate temperance.

Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Hath made his meal on thee!
Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly de- Fran.

Sir, he may live; livered.

I saw him beat the surges under him, Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. || And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen. The surge most swoln that met him: his bold Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life.

head Ant. True; save means to live.

'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Gon. How lush? and lusty the grass looks! how To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd green!

As stooping to relieve him. I not doubt, Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

He came alive to land. Seb. With an eyes of green in't.


No, no, he's gone. Ant. He misses not much.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.

Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is, indeed, al- || That would not bless our Europe with your daughmost beyond credit)

ter, Seh. As many vouch'd rarities are.

But rather lose her to an African; Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than Alon.

Prythee, peace. stain'd with salt water.

Seb. You were kneeld to, and importun'd othAnt. If but one of his pockets could speak, would

erwise it not say, He lies?

By all of us ; and the fair soul herself Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage your son, of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have Tunis.

More widows in them of this business' making, Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's well in our return.

Your own. Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. paragon to their queen.


My lord Sebastian, Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.

The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, Ant. Widow ? a pox o' that! how came that | And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, widow in? Widow Dido!

When you should bring the plaster. Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? Seb.

Very well. good lord, how you take it!

Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. When you are cloudy. Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.


Foul weather? Adr. Carthage?


Very foul. Gon. I assure you, Carthage.

Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord,Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed. Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Seb.

Or docks, or mallows. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do? next?

Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his Gon. I'the commonwealth I would by contraries pocket, and give it his son for an apple.

Execute all things: for no kind of traffic Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, || Would I admit; no name of magistrate; bring forth more islands.

Letters should not be known; no use of service, Gon. Ay?

Of riches or of poverty; no contracts, Ant. Why, in good time.

Successions ; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none: Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis, at the No occupation; all men idle, all; marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. And women too; but innocent and pure: Ant. And the rarest that c'er came there. No sovereignty :Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.


And yet he would be king on't. Ant. O, widow Dido ; ay, widow Dido.

Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth for Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first gets the beginning: day I wore it?' I mean, in a sort.

Gon. All things in common nature should produce Ant. That sort was weli fish'd for.

Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, (1) Temperature. (2) Rank. (3) Shade of colour. (4) Degree or quality. (5) The rack.


Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, | Whiles thou art waking.
Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance,


Thou dost snore distinctly; To feed my innocent people.

There's meaning in thy snores. Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects ?

Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves. Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,

Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, || Trebles thee o'er. To excel the golden age.

Well; I am standing water. Seb.

'Save his majesty! Ant. I'll teach you how to flow. Ant. Long live Gonzalo!


Do so: to ebb, Gan

And, do you mark me, sir?--Hereditary sloth instructs me. Alon. Prythee, no more: Thou dost talk no- Ant.

0, thing to me.

If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are you more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always || Most often do so near the bottom run, use to laugh at nothing.

By their own fear, or sloth. Ant. 'T'was you we laugh'd at.


Pr'ythee, say on : Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim nothing to you; so you may continue, and laugh at A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, nothing still.

Which throes thee much to yield. Ant. What a blow was there given :


Thus, sir: Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.

Although this lord of weak remembrance, this Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you (Who shall be of as little memory, would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would || When he is earth'd,) hath bere almost persuaded continue in it five weeks without changing. (For he's a spirit of persuasion only)

The king, his son's alive; 'tis as impossible Enter Ariel, invisible, playing solemn music.

That be's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here swims. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Seb. I have no hope Ant. Nay,

good my lord, be not angry. That he's undrown'd. Gon. No, I warrant you : I will not adventure Ant.

0, out of that no hope, my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, What great hope bave you! no hope, that way, is for I am very heavy?

Another way so high a hope, that even Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.

Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, Au sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant. But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes

me, Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: That Ferdinand is drown'd? find,

Seb. They are inclined to do so.


Then, tell me, Seb.

Please you, sir, Who's the next heir of Naples ? Do not omit the heavy offer of it:


Claribel. It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells It is a comforter.

Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples Ant. We two, my lord,

Can bave no note, unless the sun were post, Will guard your person, while you take your rest, | (The man i' the moon's too slow,)till new-born chins And watch your safety.

Be rough and razorable : sbe, from whom Alon.

Thank you : wondrous heavy. We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again;

(Alonso sleeps. Erit Ariel. || And, by that, destin'd to perform an act, Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.

In yours and my discharge. Seb.

Why Seb. What stuff is this?—How say you? Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I fina not l'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; Myself dispos'd to sleep.

So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions Ant.

Nor I; my spirits are nimble. There is some space. They fell together all, as by consent;


A space whose every cubit They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, || Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel Worthy Sebastian? –0, what might?-No more :-||Measure us back to Naples ?—Keep in Tunis, And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,

And let Sebastian wake-Say, this were death What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee; That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no

and My strong imagination sees a crown

Than now they are: there be, that can rule Na. Dropping upon thy head.

ples, Seb.

What, art thou waking? | As well as he that sleeps ; lords, that can prate Ant. Do you not hear me speak?

As amply, and unnecessarily, Seb.

I do; and, surely, || As this Gonzalo; I myself could make It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st A chough? of as deep chat. O, that you bore Out of thy sleep: what is it thou didst say? The mind that I do! what a sleep were this This is a strange repose, to be asleep

For your advancement! Do you understand me?' With eyes wide open ; standing, speaking, moving, Seb. Methinks I do. And yet so fast asleep.


And how does your content Ant.

Noble Sebastian, Tender your own good fortune ? Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; wink'st Scb.

I remember,

He's gone.


(1) Plenty.

(2) A bird of the jack-daw kind.

You did supplant your brother Prospero. |For my poor son.

True : Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts!
And look, how well my garments sit upon me; For he is, sure, i' the island.
Much feater than before : my brother's servants Alon.

Lead away, Were then my fellows, now they are my men. Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have Seb. But, for your conscience

done :

(Aside. Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kibe,| So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. (Exeunt. 'Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences, SCENE II.-- Another part of the Island. EnThat stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they, ter Caliban, with a burden of wood. A noise And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, of thunder heard. No better than the earth he lies upon,

Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up If he were that which now he's like; whom I, With this obedient steel, three inches of it,

From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make

him Can lay to bed forever: whiles you, doing thus,

By incb-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, To the perpetual wink for ayel might put

And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark,

Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire, They'll take suggestion,2 as a cat laps milk; They'll tell the clock to any business that

Out of my way, unless he bid them; but

For every trifle are they set upon me : We say befits the bour.

Sometimes like apes, that moes and chatter at me, Seb.

Thy case, dear friend, And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan, I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I

Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay’st;| All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues, And I the king shall love thee. Ant.

Draw together :

Do hiss me into madness :-Lo! now! lo!
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,

Enter Trinculo.
To fall it on Gonzalo.
O, but one word.

Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, (They converse apart. For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall fat ;

Perchance he will not mind me.
Music. Re-enter Ariel, invisible.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off Ari. My master through his art foresees the lany weather at all, and another storm brewing; I

hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, danger That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth, || would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it

yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that (For else his project dies,) to keep them living.

did before, I know not where to hide my head: (Sings in Gonzalo's ear. | yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pail. While you here do snoring lie,

fuls.-What have we here? a man or a fish? Open-ey'd Conspiracy

Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a His time doth take :

very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of If of life you keep a care,

the newest, Poor John. A strange fish! Were I Shake off slumber, and beware:

in England now (as once I was,) and had this fish Awake! awake!

painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a Ant. Then let us both be sudden.

piece of silver: there would this monster make a Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!

man; any strange beast there makes a man: when

They wake. they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, Alon. Why, how now, bo ! awake! Why are you like a man and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my

they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd drawn?

troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no Wherefore this ghastly looking? Gon.

What's the matter?

longer; this is no fish, but an islander, that hath Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, || the storm is come again: my best way is to creep

lately suffered by a thunderbolt. (Thunder.) Alas! Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions ; did it not wake you?

under his gaberdine;5 there is no other shelter It struck mine ear most terribly.

hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange

bed-fellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of
Ant. 0, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear;
To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar Enter Stephano, singing; a bottle in his hand.
Of a whole herd of lions.

Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,
Heard you this, Gonzalo?

Here shall I die a-shore;
Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a hum-

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: And that a strange one too, which did awake me : Well, here's my comfort.

(Drinks. I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd,|| The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, I saw their weapons drawn :-there was a noise,

The gunner, and his mate, That's verity: 'best stand upon our guard ; Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. But none of us card for Kate : Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make fur- For she had a tongue with a tang, ther search

Would cry to a sailor, Go, bang : (1) Ever. (2) Any hint.

(4) A black jack of leather, to hold beer Make mouths.

5) The frock of a peasant.

I heard nothing. I the storm be past.

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