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On a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.
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[Enter a Master and a Boatswain]
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Here, master: what cheer?
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Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely,
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or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.
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Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts!
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yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the
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master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind,
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[Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND,]
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Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master?
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I pray now, keep below.
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Where is the master, boatswain?
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Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your
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cabins: you do assist the storm.
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Nay, good, be patient.
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When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers
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for the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not.
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Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
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None that I more love than myself. You are a
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counsellor; if you can command these elements to
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silence, and work the peace of the present, we will
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not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you
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cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make
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yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of
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the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts! Out
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I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he
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hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is
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perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his
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hanging: make the rope of his destiny our cable,
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for our own doth little advantage. If he be not
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born to be hanged, our case is miserable.
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Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring
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her to try with main-course.
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A plague upon this howling! they are louder than
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the weather or our office.
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[Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO]
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Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er
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and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
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A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous,
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Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!
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We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
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I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were
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no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an
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Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off to
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sea again; lay her off.
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All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
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What, must our mouths be cold?
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The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them,
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For our case is as theirs.
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We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:
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This wide-chapp'd rascal—would thou mightst lie drowning
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The washing of ten tides!
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Though every drop of water swear against it
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And gape at widest to glut him.
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[A confused noise within: 'Mercy on us!'—]
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'We split, we split!'—'Farewell, my wife and
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'Farewell, brother!'—'We split, we split, we split!']
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Let's all sink with the king.
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Let's take leave of him.
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[Exeunt ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN]
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Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an
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acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any
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thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain
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The island. Before PROSPERO’S cell.
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[Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA]
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If by your art, my dearest father, you have
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Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
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The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
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But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
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Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
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With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
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Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
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Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
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Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.
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Had I been any god of power, I would
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Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere
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It should the good ship so have swallow'd and
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The fraughting souls within her.
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No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
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I have done nothing but in care of thee,
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Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who
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Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
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Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
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Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
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And thy no greater father.
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Did never meddle with my thoughts.
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I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
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And pluck my magic garment from me. So:
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[Lays down his mantle]
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Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
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The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
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The very virtue of compassion in thee,
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I have with such provision in mine art
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So safely ordered that there is no soul—
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No, not so much perdition as an hair
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Betid to any creature in the vessel
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Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;
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For thou must now know farther.
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Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
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And left me to a bootless inquisition,
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Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'
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The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
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Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember
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A time before we came unto this cell?
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I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
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Certainly, sir, I can.
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By what? by any other house or person?
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Of any thing the image tell me that
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Hath kept with thy remembrance.
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And rather like a dream than an assurance
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That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
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Four or five women once that tended me?
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Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it
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That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
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In the dark backward and abysm of time?
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If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,
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How thou camest here thou mayst.
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Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
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Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
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Sir, are not you my father?
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Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
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She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
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Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir
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And princess no worse issued.
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What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
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Or blessed was't we did?
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By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,
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But blessedly holp hither.
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To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
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Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
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My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio—
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I pray thee, mark me—that a brother should
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Be so perfidious!—he whom next thyself
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Of all the world I loved and to him put
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The manage of my state; as at that time
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Through all the signories it was the first
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And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed
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In dignity, and for the liberal arts
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Without a parallel; those being all my study,
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The government I cast upon my brother
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And to my state grew stranger, being transported
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And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle—
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Being once perfected how to grant suits,
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How to deny them, who to advance and who
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To trash for over-topping, new created
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The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,
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Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key
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Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
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To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was
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The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
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And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not.
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I pray thee, mark me.
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I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
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To closeness and the bettering of my mind
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With that which, but by being so retired,
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O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
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Awaked an evil nature; and my trust,
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Like a good parent, did beget of him
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A falsehood in its contrary as great
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As my trust was; which had indeed no limit,
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A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
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Not only with what my revenue yielded,
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But what my power might else exact, like one
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Who having into truth, by telling of it,
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Made such a sinner of his memory,
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To credit his own lie, he did believe
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He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution
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And executing the outward face of royalty,
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With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing—
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Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
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To have no screen between this part he play'd
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And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
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Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library
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Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties
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He thinks me now incapable; confederates—
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So dry he was for sway—wi' the King of Naples
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To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
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Subject his coronet to his crown and bend
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The dukedom yet unbow'd—alas, poor Milan!—
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To most ignoble stooping.
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Mark his condition and the event; then tell me
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If this might be a brother.
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To think but nobly of my grandmother:
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Good wombs have borne bad sons.
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The King of Naples, being an enemy
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To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
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Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises
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Of homage and I know not how much tribute,
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Should presently extirpate me and mine
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Out of the dukedom and confer fair Milan
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With all the honours on my brother: whereon,
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A treacherous army levied, one midnight
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Fated to the purpose did Antonio open
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The gates of Milan, and, i' the dead of darkness,
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The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
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Me and thy crying self.
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I, not remembering how I cried out then,
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Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint
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That wrings mine eyes to't.
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Hear a little further
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And then I'll bring thee to the present business
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Which now's upon's; without the which this story
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Were most impertinent.
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Wherefore did they not
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That hour destroy us?
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Well demanded, wench:
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My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
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So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
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A mark so bloody on the business, but
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With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
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In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
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Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
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A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
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Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
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Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
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To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh
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To the winds whose pity, sighing back again,
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Did us but loving wrong.
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Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile.
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Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
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When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
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Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me
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An undergoing stomach, to bear up
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Against what should ensue.
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By Providence divine.
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Some food we had and some fresh water that
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A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
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Out of his charity, being then appointed
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Master of this design, did give us, with
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Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,
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Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
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Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
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From mine own library with volumes that
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I prize above my dukedom.
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But ever see that man!
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Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
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Here in this island we arrived; and here
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Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
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Than other princesses can that have more time
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For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.
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Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,
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For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
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For raising this sea-storm?
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By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
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Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
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Brought to this shore; and by my prescience
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I find my zenith doth depend upon
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A most auspicious star, whose influence
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If now I court not but omit, my fortunes
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Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions:
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Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
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And give it way: I know thou canst not choose.
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Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.
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Approach, my Ariel, come.
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All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come
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To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
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To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
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On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task
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Ariel and all his quality.
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Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
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I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
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Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
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I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,
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And burn in many places; on the topmast,
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The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
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Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors
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O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
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And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks
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Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
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Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,
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Yea, his dread trident shake.
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Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
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Would not infect his reason?
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But felt a fever of the mad and play'd
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Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
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Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
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Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
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With hair up-staring,—then like reeds, not hair,—
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Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty
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And all the devils are here.'
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Why that's my spirit!
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But was not this nigh shore?
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But are they, Ariel, safe?
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On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
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But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,
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In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.
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The king's son have I landed by himself;
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Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
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In an odd angle of the isle and sitting,
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His arms in this sad knot.
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The mariners say how thou hast disposed
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And all the rest o' the fleet.
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Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
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Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
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From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:
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The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
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Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
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I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet
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Which I dispersed, they all have met again
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And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
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Bound sadly home for Naples,
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Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd
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And his great person perish.
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Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work.
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What is the time o' the day?
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At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now
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Must by us both be spent most preciously.
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Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
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Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
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Which is not yet perform'd me.
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What is't thou canst demand?
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Before the time be out? no more!
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Remember I have done thee worthy service;
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Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served
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Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
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To bate me a full year.
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From what a torment I did free thee?
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Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze
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To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
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To do me business in the veins o' the earth
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When it is baked with frost.
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Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
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The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
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Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
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Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.
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O, was she so? I must
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Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
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Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax,
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For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible
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To enter human hearing, from Argier,
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Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did
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They would not take her life. Is not this true?
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This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child
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And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
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As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant;
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And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
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To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
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Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
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By help of her more potent ministers
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And in her most unmitigable rage,
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Into a cloven pine; within which rift
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Imprison'd thou didst painfully remain
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A dozen years; within which space she died
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And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans
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As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island—
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Save for the son that she did litter here,
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A freckled whelp hag-born—not honour'd with
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Yes, Caliban her son.
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Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban
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Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
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What torment I did find thee in; thy groans
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Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts
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Of ever angry bears: it was a torment
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To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
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Could not again undo: it was mine art,
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When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape
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The pine and let thee out.
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I thank thee, master.
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If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak
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And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
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Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
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I will be correspondent to command
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And do my spiriting gently.
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Do so, and after two days
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I will discharge thee.
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That's my noble master!
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What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?
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Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject
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To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
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To every eyeball else. Go take this shape
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And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence!
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Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!
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The strangeness of your story put
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Shake it off. Come on;
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We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never
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Yields us kind answer.
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I do not love to look on.
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We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
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Fetch in our wood and serves in offices
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That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
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Thou earth, thou! speak.
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[Within]There's wood enough within.
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Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:
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Come, thou tortoise! when?
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[Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph]
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Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
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My lord it shall be done.
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Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
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Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
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As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd
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With raven's feather from unwholesome fen
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Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye
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And blister you all o'er!
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For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
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Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
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Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
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All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd
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As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
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Than bees that made 'em.
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I must eat my dinner.
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This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
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Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,
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Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me
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Water with berries in't, and teach me how
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To name the bigger light, and how the less,
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That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee
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And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
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The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:
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Cursed be I that did so! All the charms
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Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
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For I am all the subjects that you have,
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Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me
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In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
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The rest o' the island.
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Thou most lying slave,
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Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,
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Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee
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In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
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The honour of my child.
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O ho, O ho! would't had been done!
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Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
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This isle with Calibans.
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Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
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Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
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Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
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One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
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Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
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A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
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With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
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Though thou didst learn, had that in't which
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Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
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Deservedly confined into this rock,
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Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
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You taught me language; and my profit on't
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Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
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For learning me your language!
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Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best,
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To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
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If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly
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What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
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Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar
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That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
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I must obey: his art is of such power,
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It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
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and make a vassal of him.
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[Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing;]
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Come unto these yellow sands,
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Courtsied when you have and kiss'd
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The wild waves whist,
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Foot it featly here and there;
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And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
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[Burthen[dispersedly, within]Bow-wow]
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The strain of strutting chanticleer
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Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
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Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth?
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It sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon
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Some god o' the island. Sitting on a bank,
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Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
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This music crept by me upon the waters,
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Allaying both their fury and my passion
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With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
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Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone.
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Full fathom five thy father lies;
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Of his bones are coral made;
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Those are pearls that were his eyes:
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Nothing of him that doth fade
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But doth suffer a sea-change
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Into something rich and strange.
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Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell
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Hark! now I hear them,—Ding-dong, bell.
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The ditty does remember my drown'd father.
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This is no mortal business, nor no sound
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That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.
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The fringed curtains of thine eye advance
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And say what thou seest yond.
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Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
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It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.
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No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses
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As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest
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Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd
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With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him
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A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows
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And strays about to find 'em.
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A thing divine, for nothing natural
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[Aside]It goes on, I see,
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As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee
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Within two days for this.
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Most sure, the goddess
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On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer
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May know if you remain upon this island;
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And that you will some good instruction give
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How I may bear me here: my prime request,
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Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
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If you be maid or no?
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But certainly a maid.
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My language! heavens!
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I am the best of them that speak this speech,
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Were I but where 'tis spoken.
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What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
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A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
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To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;
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And that he does I weep: myself am Naples,
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Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
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The king my father wreck'd.
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Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan
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And his brave son being twain.
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[Aside]The Duke of Milan
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And his more braver daughter could control thee,
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If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight
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They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel,
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I'll set thee free for this.
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I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
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Why speaks my father so ungently? This
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Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first
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That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father
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To be inclined my way!
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And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
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Soft, sir! one word more.
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They are both in either's powers; but this swift business
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I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
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Make the prize light.
666
One word more; I charge thee
667
That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
668
The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
669
Upon this island as a spy, to win it
670
From me, the lord on't.
674
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
675
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
676
Good things will strive to dwell with't.
679
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come;
680
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
681
Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
682
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and husks
683
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
686
I will resist such entertainment till
687
Mine enemy has more power.
688
[Draws, and is charmed from moving]
691
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
692
He's gentle and not fearful.
695
My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;
696
Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience
697
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward,
698
For I can here disarm thee with this stick
699
And make thy weapon drop.
703
Hence! hang not on my garments.
708
Silence! one word more
709
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
710
An advocate for an imposter! hush!
711
Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
712
Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
713
To the most of men this is a Caliban
714
And they to him are angels.
717
Are then most humble; I have no ambition
718
To see a goodlier man.
721
Thy nerves are in their infancy again
722
And have no vigour in them.
725
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
726
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
727
The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats,
728
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
729
Might I but through my prison once a day
730
Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth
731
Let liberty make use of; space enough
732
Have I in such a prison.
737
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!
741
Hark what thou else shalt do me.
744
My father's of a better nature, sir,
745
Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted
746
Which now came from him.
749
As mountain winds: but then exactly do
750
All points of my command.
754
Come, follow. Speak not for him.
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