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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:
(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 hang'd, our case is miserable. [Exeunt.
Re-enter BOATSWAIN. 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 of your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog!
Boats. Work you, then. Ant. Hang, cur, hang ! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drown'd 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 unstanch'd* 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 !
(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.
ardsThis wide-chapp'd rascal ;-'Would, thou might'st The washing of ten tides !
[lie drowning, 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.] * Incontinent. + Absolutely
Mercy on us! we split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children l-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,
(Exit. SCENE II.--The Island: before the Cell of
Pro. Be collected;
Mira. O woe the day !
Pro. No harm.
Mira. More to know,
Pro. Tis time
[Lays down his mantle. Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have
comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
The very virtue of compassion in thee,
Sit down ;
Mira. You have often
ro. The hour's now come;
Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can.
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 Thy father was the duke of Milan, and (since, A prince of power.
Mira. 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.
Mira. O the heavens ! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did ?
Pro. Both, both, my girl : By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence; Bu
blessedly holp hither. Mira. 0, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen* that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you further.
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call's Antonio. I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should Be so pertidious ! he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I loved, and to him put The manage of my state; as, at that time, Through all the signories 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 wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleDost thou attend me?
Mira. Sir, most heedfully.
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
+ Cut away.
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell If this might be a brother.
[me, Mira. I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Pro. Now the condition.
Mira. Alack for pity!
Pro. Hear a little further,
Mira. Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us?
Pro. 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. In few, they hurried us aboard a bark; Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast, the very rats • Thirsty.
+ Consideration. | Suggestion.