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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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PROSPERO:
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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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MIRANDA:
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Wherefore did they not
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That hour destroy us?
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PROSPERO:
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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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MIRANDA:
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Alack, what trouble
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Was I then to you!
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PROSPERO:
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O, a cherubim
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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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MIRANDA:
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How came we ashore?
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PROSPERO:
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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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MIRANDA:
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Would I might
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But ever see that man!
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PROSPERO:
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Now I arise:
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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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MIRANDA:
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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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PROSPERO:
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Know thus far forth.
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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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ARIEL:
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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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PROSPERO:
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Hast thou, spirit,
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Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
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ARIEL:
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