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Thạt wrings mine eyes to 't.
Pros.

Hear a little further
And then I 'll bring thee to the present business
Which now's upon's; without the which this story
Were most impertinent.
Mir.

Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?
Pros.

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 butt, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roard to us, to sigh
To the winds whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.
Mir.

Alack, what trouble
Was I then to you!
Pros.

O, a cherubin
Thou wast that did preserve me.

Thou didst smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt, Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up Against what should ensue. Mir.

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Pros. By Providence divine.
Some food we had and some fresh water that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Out of his charity, who being then appointed
Master of this design, did give us, with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his

gentleness,
Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
Mir.

Would I might
But ever see that man!

Pros. Now I arise : [Resumes his mantle.
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Here in this island we arrived ; and here
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
Than other princess' can that have more time
For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.
Mir. Heavens thank you for 't! And now, I

pray you, sir,
For stiil 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
For raising this sea-storm?
Pros.

Know thus far forth.
By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore; and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star, whose influence

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If now I court not but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions:
Thou art inclined to sleep ; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way: I know thou canst not choose.

[Miranda sleeps. Come away, servant, come. I am ready now. Approach, my Ariel, come.

Enter ARIEL.
Ari. All hail, great master ! grave sir, hail ! I

come

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To answer thy best pleasure ; be 't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task
Ariel and all his quality.
Pros.

Hast thou, spirit,
Perform’d to point the tempest that I bade thee?
Ari. To

every

article. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flamed amazements sometime I'ld divide, And burn in many places ; on the topmast, The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, 200 Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the pre

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O the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.

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Pros.

My brave spirit !
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason?
Ari.

Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad and play'd
Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring,--then like reeds, not hair,-
Was the first man that leap'd ; cried, 'Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.'
Pros.

Why, that's my spirit,
But was not this nigh shore ?
Ari.

Close by, my master.
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 badest me,
In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.
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.

Of the king's ship
The mariners say how thou hast disposed
And all the rest o' the fleet.
Ari.

Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call’dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid :

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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 dispersed, 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. Pros. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six

and now Must by us both be spent most preciously. Ari. Is there more toil ? Since thou dost give

me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
Which is not yet perform'd me.
Pros.

How now? moody?
What is 't thou canst demand?
Ari.

My liberty. Pros. Before the time be out? no more ! Ari.

I prithee, Remember I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst

promise
To bate me a full year.
Pros.

Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
Ari.

No.
Pros. Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread

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