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rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage ! If he be not born to be hanged, 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.2
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Yet again ? what do you hear ? Shall we give o'er and drown ? Have
you a mind to sink ? Seb. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog! Boats. Work
then. Ant. Hang, cur, hang ! you whoreson insolent noisemaker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold ! 3 set her two courses off to sea again ; lay her off.
Re-enter Mariners, wet. Mar. All lost ! to prayers, to prayers ! all lost! [Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold ? 5
Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist them. For our case is as theirs.
"To try with main-course.] To try whether she will clear the land by taking in all the tacking, hauling the mainsail close aft, &c.
2 Our officc.] Our calls of direction to the seamen.
* Lay her a-hoid.] To lay a ship a-hold is to bring her to lie as near the wind as she can, in order to keep clear of the land, and get her out to sea.' Steevens.
* Her two courscs.] Mainsail and foresail.
I 'm out of patience. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.This wide-chapped rascal,—would thou mightst lie
drowning The washing of ten tides ! 2
[Exit Boatswain.] Gon.
He'll be hanged yet,
Mercy on us!' 'We split,
, we split !'' Farewell, my wife and children!'
"Farewell, brother !' We split, we split, we split!'Ant. Let 's all sink with the king.
[Exit. Seb. Let's take leave of him.
[Erit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, anything. The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a
SCENE II.—The Island : before the Cell of PROSPERO.
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.
Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have
did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished ! Had I been any god of power, I would
Merely.] Absolutely. ? The washing of ten tides.] While ten tides ebb and flow.
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er
O, woe the day!
More to know
'T is time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.- So;
[Lays down his mantle. Lie there
my art.24 Wipe thou thine eyes ; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touched The very virtue 3 of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely ordered, that there is no soul 4No, not so much perdition as an hair Betid to any creature in the vessel,
"Full.] An abbreviation of to the full = very.
? Lie there my art.] Fuller, in his Holy State, iv. 6, says of Lord Burleigh, 'At night, when he put off his gown, he used to say, Lie there, Lord Treasurer,' and bidding adieu to all State affairs, disposed himself to his quiet rest.'
: The very virtue.] The very soul, the inmost source.
• There is no soul.] This uncompleted assertion is in natural keeping with Prospero's ardency.
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;
You have often
The hour 's now come;
Certainly, sir, I can.
'Tis far off,
remembrance warrants :-Had I not Four or five women once that tended me?
Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? If thou rememberest aught ere thou cam'st here, How thou cam’st here thou mayst. Mira.
But that I do not. Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since, Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and 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
O, the heavens !
Both, both, my girl.
O, my heart bleeds
pray thee, mark me,—that a brother should
rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-
Sir, most heedfully.
· The teen, &c.] So in 3 K. Henry VI. v. 5, · And all the trouble thou hast turned me to.' Teen is grief: the word occurs again in Love's Labour's Lost, iv. 3, and in Romeo and Juliet, i. 3.
2 It was the first.] Botero, in his Relations of the World (revised edition, 1630), says, “Milan claims to be the first duchy in Europe.' : To trash.) To check. To trash a hound was to reştrain him