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The Tempest.
[75]
(Who had no doubt some noble creature in her) Dash'd all to peeces: O the cry did knocke Against my very heart: poore soules, they perish'd. Had I byn any God of power, I would Haue suncke the Sea within the Earth, or ere
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It should the good Ship so haue swallow'd, and The fraughting Soules within her.
Pros.

Be collected,

No more amazement: Tell your pitteous heart

there's no harme done.

Mira.
[85]

O woe, the day.

Pros. No harme: I haue done nothing, but in care of thee (Of thee my deere one; thee my daughter) who Art ignorant of what thou art. naught knowing
[90]
Of whence I am: nor that I am more better Then Prospero, Master of a full poore cell, And thy no greater Father.
Mira. More to know Did neuer medle with my thoughts. Pros.
[95]
'Tis time I should informe thee farther: Lend thy hand And plucke my Magick garment from me: So, Lye there my Art: wipe thou thine eyes, haue comfort, The direfull spectacle of the wracke which touch'd
[100]
The very vertue of compassion in thee: I haue with such prouision in mine Art So safely ordered, that there is no soule No not so much perdition as an hayre Betid to any creature in the vessell
[105]
Which thou heardst cry, which thou saw'st sinke: Sit [downe, For thou must now know farther.
Mira. You haue often in to tell me what I am, but stopt And left me to a bootelesse Inquisition,
[110]
Concluding, stay: not yet.
Pros. The howr's now come The very minute byds thee ope thine eare, Obey, and be attentiue. Canst thou remember A time before we came vnto this Cell?
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I doe not thinke thou canst, for then thou was't not Out three yeeres old.
Mira.

Certainely Sir, I can.

Pros. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the Image, tell me, that
[120]
Hath kept with thy remembrance.
Mira. 'Tis farre off: And rather like a dreame, then an assurance That my remembrance warrants: Had I not Fowre, or fiue women once, that tended me? Pros.
[125]
Thou hadst; and more Miranda: But how is it That this liues in thy minde? What seest thou els In the dark‑backward and Abisme of Time? Yf thou remembrest ought ere thou cam'st here, w thou c m'st here thou maist.
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I doe not.
since ( Miranda) twelue yere since, ke of Millaine and Father?
[135]
ce of virtue, and and thy father heire,

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Or blessed was't we did? Pros. Both, both my Girle.
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By fowle‑play (as thou saist) were we heau'd thence, But blessedly holpe hither.
Mira. O my heart bleedes To thinke oth' teene that I haue turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance, please you, farther; Pros.
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My brother and thy vncle, call'd Anthonio: I pray thee marke me, that a brother should Be so perfidious: he, whom next thy selfe Of all the world I lou'd, and to him put The mannage of my state, as at that time
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Through all the signories it was the first, And Prospero, the prime Duke, being so reputed In dignity; and for the liberall Artes, Without a paralell; those being all my studie, The Gouernment I cast vpon my brother,
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And to my State grew stranger, being transported And rapt in secret studies, thy false vncle (Do'st thou attend me?)
Mira. Sir, most heedefully. Pros. Being once perfected how to graunt suites,
[160]
how to deny them: who t'aduance, and who To trash for ouer‑topping; new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd 'em, Or els new form'd 'em; hauing both the key, Of Officer, and office, set all hearts i'th state
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To what tune pleas'd his eare, that now he was The Iuy which had hid my princely Trunck, And suckt my verdure out on't: Thou attend'st not?
Mira. O good Sir, I doe. Pros. I pray thee marke me:
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I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closenes, and the bettering of my mind with that, which but by being so retir'd Ore‑priz'd all popular rate: in my false brother Awak'd an euill nature, and my trust
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Like a good parent, did beget of him A falsehood in it's contrarie, as great As my trust was, which had indeede no limit, A confidence sans bound. He being thus Lorded, Not onely with what my reuenew yeelded,
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But what my power might els exact. Like one Who hauing into truth, by telling of it, Made such a synner of his memorie To credite his owne lie, he did beleeue He was indeed the Duke, out o'th' Substitution
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And executing th'outward face of Roialtie With all prerogatiue: hence his Ambition growing: Do'st thou heare?
Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafenesse. Pros. To haue no Schreene between this part he plaid,
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And him he plaid it for, he needes will be Absolute Millaine, Me (poore man) my Librarie Was Dukedome large enough: of temporall roalties He thinks me now incapable. Confederates (so drie he was for Sway) with King of Naples
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To giue him Annuall tribute, doe him homage Subiect his Coronet, to his Crowne and bend The Dukedom yet vnbow'd (alas poore Millaine) To most ignoble stooping.
Mira. Oh the heauens: Pros.
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Marke his condition, and th'euent, then tell me If this might be a brother.
Mira. I should sinne To thinke but Noblie of my Grand‑mother, Good

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Scoena Sec . [Act 1, Scene 2] Enter Pro Mira.

If by your A

Put the wild waters i

The skye it seems

But that th Sea,

[75]
(Who had no doubt some noble creature in her) Dash'd all to peeces: O the cry did knocke Against my very heart: poore soules, they perish'd. Had I byn any God of power, I would Haue suncke the Sea within the Earth, or ere
[80]
It should the good Ship so haue swallow'd, and The fraughting Soules within her.
Pros.

Be collected,

No more amazement: Tell your pitteous heart

there's no harme done.

Mira.
[85]

O woe, the day.

Pros. No harme: I haue done nothing, but in care of thee (Of thee my deere one; thee my daughter) who Art ignorant of what thou art. naught knowing
[90]
Of whence I am: nor that I am more better Then Prospero, Master of a full poore cell, And thy no greater Father.
Mira. More to know Did neuer medle with my thoughts. Pros.
[95]
'Tis time I should informe thee farther: Lend thy hand And plucke my Magick garment from me: So, Lye there my Art: wipe thou thine eyes, haue comfort, The direfull spectacle of the wracke which touch'd
[100]
The very vertue of compassion in thee: I haue with such prouision in mine Art So safely ordered, that there is no soule No not so much perdition as an hayre Betid to any creature in the vessell
[105]
Which thou heardst cry, which thou saw'st sinke: Sit [downe, For thou must now know farther.
Mira. You haue often in to tell me what I am, but stopt And left me to a bootelesse Inquisition,
[110]
Concluding, stay: not yet.
Pros. The howr's now come The very minute byds thee ope thine eare, Obey, and be attentiue. Canst thou remember A time before we came vnto this Cell?
[115]
I doe not thinke thou canst, for then thou was't not Out three yeeres old.
Mira.

Certainely Sir, I can.

Pros. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the Image, tell me, that
[120]
Hath kept with thy remembrance.
Mira. 'Tis farre off: And rather like a dreame, then an assurance That my remembrance warrants: Had I not Fowre, or fiue women once, that tended me? Pros.
[125]
Thou hadst; and more Miranda: But how is it That this liues in thy minde? What seest thou els In the dark‑backward and Abisme of Time? Yf thou remembrest ought ere thou cam'st here, w thou c m'st here thou maist.
[130]
I doe not.
since ( Miranda) twelue yere since, ke of Millaine and Father?
[135]
ce of virtue, and and thy father heire,
Or blessed was't we did? Pros. Both, both my Girle.
[140]
By fowle‑play (as thou saist) were we heau'd thence, But blessedly holpe hither.
Mira. O my heart bleedes To thinke oth' teene that I haue turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance, please you, farther; Pros.
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My brother and thy vncle, call'd Anthonio: I pray thee marke me, that a brother should Be so perfidious: he, whom next thy selfe Of all the world I lou'd, and to him put The mannage of my state, as at that time
[150]
Through all the signories it was the first, And Prospero, the prime Duke, being so reputed In dignity; and for the liberall Artes, Without a paralell; those being all my studie, The Gouernment I cast vpon my brother,
[155]
And to my State grew stranger, being transported And rapt in secret studies, thy false vncle (Do'st thou attend me?)
Mira. Sir, most heedefully. Pros. Being once perfected how to graunt suites,
[160]
how to deny them: who t'aduance, and who To trash for ouer‑topping; new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd 'em, Or els new form'd 'em; hauing both the key, Of Officer, and office, set all hearts i'th state
[165]
To what tune pleas'd his eare, that now he was The Iuy which had hid my princely Trunck, And suckt my verdure out on't: Thou attend'st not?
Mira. O good Sir, I doe. Pros. I pray thee marke me:
[170]
I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closenes, and the bettering of my mind with that, which but by being so retir'd Ore‑priz'd all popular rate: in my false brother Awak'd an euill nature, and my trust
[175]
Like a good parent, did beget of him A falsehood in it's contrarie, as great As my trust was, which had indeede no limit, A confidence sans bound. He being thus Lorded, Not onely with what my reuenew yeelded,
[180]
But what my power might els exact. Like one Who hauing into truth, by telling of it, Made such a synner of his memorie To credite his owne lie, he did beleeue He was indeed the Duke, out o'th' Substitution
[185]
And executing th'outward face of Roialtie With all prerogatiue: hence his Ambition growing: Do'st thou heare?
Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafenesse. Pros. To haue no Schreene between this part he plaid,
[190]
And him he plaid it for, he needes will be Absolute Millaine, Me (poore man) my Librarie Was Dukedome large enough: of temporall roalties He thinks me now incapable. Confederates (so drie he was for Sway) with King of Naples
[195]
To giue him Annuall tribute, doe him homage Subiect his Coronet, to his Crowne and bend The Dukedom yet vnbow'd (alas poore Millaine) To most ignoble stooping.
Mira. Oh the heauens: Pros.
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Marke his condition, and th'euent, then tell me If this might be a brother.
Mira. I should sinne To thinke but Noblie of my Grand‑mother, Good wombes haue borne bad sonnes. Pro.
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Now the Condition. s King of Naples being an Enemy To me inueterate, hearkens my Brothers suit, Which was, That he in lieu o'th' premises, Of homage, and I know not how much Tribute,
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Should presently extirpate me and mine Out of the Dukedome, and confer faire Millaine With all the Honors, on my brother: Whereon A treacherous Armie leuied, one mid‑night Fated to th' purpose, did Anthonio open
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The gates of Millaine, and ith' dead of darkenesse The ministers for th' purpose hurried thence Me, and thy crying selfe.
Mir. Alack, for pitty: I not remembring how I cride out then
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Will cry it ore againe: it is a hint That wrings mine eyes too't.
Pro. Heare a little further, And then I'le bring thee to the present businesse Which now's vpon's: without the which, this Story
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Were most impertinent.
Mir. Wherefore did they not That howre destroy vs? Pro. Well demanded, wench: My Tale prouokes that question: Deare, they durst not,
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So deare the loue my people bore me: nor set A marke so bloudy on the businesse; but With colours fairer, painted their foule ends. In few, they hurried vs a‑boord a Barke, Bore vs some Leagues to Sea, where they prepared
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A rotten carkasse of a Butt, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, sayle, nor mast, the very rats Instinctiuely haue quit it: There they hoyst vs To cry to th' Sea, that roard to vs; to sigh To th' windes, whose pitty sighing backe againe
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Did vs but louing wrong.
Mir. Alack, what trouble Was I then to you? Pro. O, a Cherubin Thou was't that did preserue me; Thou didst smile,
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Infused with a fortitude from heauen, When I haue deck'd the sea with drops full salt, Vnder my burthen groan'd, which rais'd in me An vndergoing stomacke, to beare vp Against what should ensue.
Mir.
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How came we a shore?
Pro. By prouidence diuine, Some food, we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neopolitan Gonzalo Out of his Charity, (who being then appointed
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Master of this designe) did giue vs, with Rich garments, linnens, stuffs, and necessaries Which since haue steeded much, so of his gentlenesse Knowing I lou'd my bookes, he furnishd me From mine owne Library, with volumes, that
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I prize aboue my Dukedome.
Mir. Would I might But euer see that man. Pro. Now I arise, Sit still, and heare the last of our sea‑sorrow:
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Heere in this Iland we arriu'd, and heere Haue I, thy Schoolemaster, made thee more profit Then other Princesse can, that haue more time For vainer howres; and Tutors, not so care
Mir. Heuens thank you for't. And now
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For still 'tis beating in my minde; your reason For raysing this Sea‑storme?
Pro. Know thus far forth, By accident most strange, bountifull Fortune (Now my deere Lady) hath mine enemies
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Brought to this shore: And by my prescience I finde my Zenith doth depend vpon A most auspitious starre, whose influence If now I court not, but omit; my fortunes Will euer after droope: Heare cease more questions,
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Thou art inclinde to sleepe: 'tis a good dulnesse, And giue it way: I know thou canst not chuse: Come away, Seruant, come; I am ready now, Approach my Ariel. Come.
Enter Ariel. Ari. All haile, great Master, graue Sir, haile: I come
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To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, To swim, to diue into the fire: to ride On the curld clowds: to thy strong bidding, taske Ariel, and all his Qualitie.
Pro. Hast thou, Spirit,
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Performd to point, the Tempest that I bad thee.
Ar. To euery Article. I boorded the Kings ship: now on the Beake, Now in the Waste, the Decke, in euery Cabyn, I flam'd amazement, sometime I'ld diuide
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And burne in many places; on the Top‑mast, The Yards and Bore‑spritt, would I flame distinctly, Then meete, and ioyne. Ioues Lightning, the precursers O'th dreadfull Thunder‑claps more momentarie And sight out‑running were not; the fire, and cracks
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Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seeme to besiege, and make his bold waues tremble, Yea, his dread Trident shake.
Pro. My braue Spirit, Who was so firme, so constant, that this coyle
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Would not infect his reason?
Ar. Not a soule But felt a Feauer of the madde, and plaid Some tricks of desperation; all but Mariners Plung'd in the foaming bryne, and quit the vessell;
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Then all a fire with me the Kings sonne Ferdinand With haire vp‑staring (then like reeds, not haire) Was the first man that leapt; cride hell is empty, And all the Diuels are heere.
Pro. Why that's my spirit:
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But was not this nye shore?
Ar. Close by, my Master Pro. But are they ( Ariell) safe? Ar. Not a haire perishd: On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
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But fresher then before: and as thou badst me, In troops I haue dispersd them 'bout the Isle: The Kings sonne haue I landed by himselfe, Whom I left cooling of the Ayre with sighes, In an odde Angle of the Isle, and sitting
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His armes in this sad knot.
Pro. Of the Kings ship, The Marriners, say how thou hast disposd, And all the rest o'th' Fleete? Ar. S in harbor
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pe in the deepe Other copies of the First Folio have the signature A2 and the catchword "Which" on this page, damaged in this copy. (Which I dispers'd) they all haue met againe, And are vpon the Mediterranian Flote Bound sadly home for Naples, Supposing that they saw the Kings ship wrackt,
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And his great person perish.
Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is Perform'd; but there's more worke: What is the time o'th' day? Ar. Past the mid season. Pro.
[340]
At least two Glasses: the time 'twixt six & now Must by vs both be spent most preciously.
Ar. Is there more toyle? Since thou dost giue me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me. Pro.
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How now? moodie? What is't thou canst demand?
Ar. My Libertie. Pro. Before the time be out? no more: Ar. I prethee,
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Remember I haue done thee worthy seruice, Told thee no lyes, made thee no mistakings, serv'd Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou did promise To bate me a full yeere.
Pro. Do'st thou forget
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From what a torment I did free thee?
Ar. No. Pro. Thou do'st: & thinkst it much to tread the Ooze Of the salt deepe; To run vpon the sharpe winde of the North,
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To doe me businesse in the veines o'th' earth When it is bak'd with frost.
Ar. I doe not Sir. Pro. Thou liest, malignant Thing: hast thou forgot The fowle Witch Sycorax, who with Age and Enuy
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Was growne into a hoope? hast thou forgot her?
Ar. No Sir. Pro. Thou hast: where was she born? speak: tell me: Ar. Sir, in Argier. Pro. Oh, was she so: I must
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Once in a moneth recount what thou hast bin, Which thou forgetst. This damn'd Witch Sycorax For mischiefes manifold, and sorceries terrible To enter humane hearing, from Argier Thou know'st was banish'd: for one thing she did
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They wold not take her life: Is not this true?
Ar. I, Sir. Pro. This blew ey'd hag, was hither brought with (child, child, And here was left by th' Saylors; thou my slaue, As thou reportst thy selfe, was then her seruant,
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And for thou wast a Spirit too delicate To act her earthy, and abhord commands, Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee By helpe of her more potent Ministers, And in her most vnmittigable rage,
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Into a clouen Pyne, within which rift Imprison'd, thou didst painefully remaine A dozen yeeres: within which space she di'd, And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groanes As fast as Mill‑wheeles strike: Then was this Island
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(Saue for the Son, that he did littour heere, A frekelld whelpe, hag‑borne) not honour'd with A hu
her sonne. To lay vpon the damn'd, which Sycorax
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Could not againe vndoe: it was mine Art, When I arriu'd, and heard thee, that made gape The Pyne, and let thee out.
Ar. I thanke thee Master. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an Oake
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And peg‑thee in his knotty entrailes, till Thou hast howl'd away twelue winters.
Ar. Pardon, Master, I will be correspondent to command And doe my spryting, gently. Pro.
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Doe so: and after two daies I will discharge thee.
Ar. That's my noble Master: What shall I doe? say what? what shall I doe? Pro. Goe make thy selfe like a Nymph o'th' Sea,
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Be subiect to no sight but thine, and mine: inuisible To euery eye‑ball else: goe take this shape And hither come in't: goe: hence With diligence.
Exit. Pro. Awake, deere hart awake, thou hast slept well,
[415]
Awake.
Mir. The strangenes of your story, put Heauinesse in me. Pro. Shake it off: Come on, Wee'll visit Caliban, my slaue, who neuer
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Yeelds vs kinde answere.
Mir. 'Tis a villaine Sir, I doe not loue to looke on. Pro. But as 'tis We cannot misse him: he do's make our fire, Fetch in our wood, and serues in Offices
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That profit vs: What hoa: slaue: Caliban: Thou Earth, thou: speake.
 

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      <l n="116">Out three yeeres old.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mira.</speaker>
      <p n="117">Certainely Sir, I can.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pros.</speaker>
      <l n="118">By what? by any other house, or person?</l>
      <l n="119">Of any thing the Image, tell me, that</l>
      <l n="120">Hath kept with thy remembrance.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mira.</speaker>
      <l n="121">'Tis farre off:</l>
      <l n="122">And rather like a dreame, then an assurance</l>
      <l n="123">That my remembrance warrants: Had I not</l>
      <l n="124">Fowre, or fiue women once, that tended me?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pros.</speaker>
      <l n="125">Thou hadst; and more<hi rend="italic">Miranda</hi>: But how is it</l>
      <l n="126">That this liues in thy minde? What seest thou els</l>
      <l n="127">In the dark‑backward and Abisme of Time?</l>
      <l n="128">Yf thou remembrest ought ere thou cam'st here,</l>
      <l n="129">
         <gap extent="2"
              unit="chars"
              reason="absent"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#LMC"/>w thou c<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="absent"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#LMC"/>m'st here thou maist.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <l n="130">
         <gap extent="3"
              unit="words"
              reason="absent"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#LMC"/>I doe not.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <l n="131">
         <gap extent="3"
              unit="words"
              reason="absent"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#LMC"/>since (<hi rend="italic">Miranda</hi>) twelue yere since,</l>
      <l n="132">
         <gap extent="4"
              unit="words"
              reason="absent"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#LMC"/>
         <gap extent="2"
              unit="chars"
              reason="absent"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#LMC"/>ke of<hi rend="italic">Millaine</hi>and</l>
      <l n="133">
         <gap extent="1"
              unit="lines"
              reason="absent"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#LMC"/>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <l n="134">
         <gap extent="5"
              unit="words"
              reason="absent"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#LMC"/>Father?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <l n="135">
         <gap extent="5"
              unit="words"
              reason="absent"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#LMC"/>
         <gap extent="3"
              unit="chars"
              reason="absent"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#LMC"/>ce of virtue, and</l>
      <l n="136">
         <gap extent="6"
              unit="words"
              reason="absent"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#LMC"/>and thy father</l>
      <l n="137">
         <gap extent="7"
              unit="words"
              reason="absent"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#LMC"/>heire,</l>
      <gap extent="1"
           unit="lines"
           reason="absent"
           agent="torn"
           resp="#LMC"/>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <gap extent="2"
           unit="lines"
           reason="absent"
           agent="torn"
           resp="#LMC"/>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="138">Or blessed was't we did?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pros.</speaker>
      <l n="139">Both, both my Girle.</l>
      <l n="140">By fowle‑play (as thou saist) were we heau'd thence,</l>
      <l n="141">But blessedly holpe hither.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mira.</speaker>
      <l n="142">O my heart bleedes</l>
      <l n="143">To thinke oth' teene that I haue turn'd you to,</l>
      <l n="144">Which is from my remembrance, please you, farther;</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pros.</speaker>
      <l n="145">My brother and thy vncle, call'd<hi rend="italic">Anthonio</hi>:</l>
      <l n="146">I pray thee marke me, that a brother should</l>
      <l n="147">Be so perfidious: he, whom next thy selfe</l>
      <l n="148">Of all the world I lou'd, and to him put</l>
      <l n="149">The mannage of my state, as at that time</l>
      <l n="150">Through all the signories it was the first,</l>
      <l n="151">And<hi rend="italic">Prospero</hi>, the prime Duke, being so reputed</l>
      <l n="152">In dignity; and for the liberall Artes,</l>
      <l n="153">Without a paralell; those being all my studie,</l>
      <l n="154">The Gouernment I cast vpon my brother,</l>
      <l n="155">And to my State grew stranger, being transported</l>
      <l n="156">And rapt in secret studies, thy false vncle</l>
      <l n="157">(Do'st thou attend me?)</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mira.</speaker>
      <l n="158">Sir, most heedefully.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pros.</speaker>
      <l n="159">Being once perfected how to graunt suites,</l>
      <l n="160">how to deny them: who t'aduance, and who</l>
      <l n="161">To trash for ouer‑topping; new created</l>
      <l n="162">The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd 'em,</l>
      <l n="163">Or els new form'd 'em; hauing both the key,</l>
      <l n="164">Of Officer, and office, set all hearts i'th state</l>
      <l n="165">To what tune pleas'd his eare, that now he was</l>
      <l n="166">The Iuy which had hid my princely Trunck,</l>
      <l n="167">And suckt my verdure out on't: Thou attend'st not?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mira.</speaker>
      <l n="168">O good Sir, I doe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pros.</speaker>
      <l n="169">I pray thee marke me:</l>
      <l n="170">I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated</l>
      <l n="171">To closenes, and the bettering of my mind</l>
      <l n="172">with that, which but by being so retir'd</l>
      <l n="173">Ore‑priz'd all popular rate: in my false brother</l>
      <l n="174">Awak'd an euill nature, and my trust</l>
      <l n="175">Like a good parent, did beget of him</l>
      <l n="176">A falsehood in it's contrarie, as great</l>
      <l n="177">As my trust was, which had indeede no limit,</l>
      <l n="178">A confidence sans bound. He being thus Lorded,</l>
      <l n="179">Not onely with what my reuenew yeelded,</l>
      <l n="180">But what my power might els exact. Like one</l>
      <l n="181">Who hauing into truth, by telling of it,</l>
      <l n="182">Made such a synner of his memorie</l>
      <l n="183">To credite his owne lie, he did beleeue</l>
      <l n="184">He was indeed the Duke, out o'th' Substitution</l>
      <l n="185">And executing th'outward face of Roialtie</l>
      <l n="186">With all prerogatiue: hence his Ambition growing:</l>
      <l n="187">Do'st thou heare?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mira.</speaker>
      <l n="188">Your tale, Sir, would cure deafenesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pros.</speaker>
      <l n="189">To haue no Schreene between this part he plaid,</l>
      <l n="190">And him he plaid it for, he needes will be</l>
      <l n="191">Absolute<hi rend="italic">Millaine</hi>, Me (poore man) my Librarie</l>
      <l n="192">Was Dukedome large enough: of temporall roalties</l>
      <l n="193">He thinks me now incapable. Confederates</l>
      <l n="194">(so drie he was for Sway) with King of<hi rend="italic">Naples</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="195">To giue him Annuall tribute, doe him homage</l>
      <l n="196">Subiect his Coronet, to his Crowne and bend</l>
      <l n="197">The Dukedom yet vnbow'd (alas poore<hi rend="italic">Millaine</hi>)</l>
      <l n="198">To most ignoble stooping.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mira.</speaker>
      <l n="199">Oh the heauens:</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pros.</speaker>
      <l n="200">Marke his condition, and th'euent, then tell me</l>
      <l n="201">If this might be a brother.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mira.</speaker>
      <l n="202">I should sinne</l>
      <l n="203">To thinke but Noblie of my Grand‑mother,</l>
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      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="204">Good wombes haue borne bad sonnes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="205">Now the Condition.</l>
      <l n="206">s King of<hi rend="italic">Naples</hi>being an Enemy</l>
      <l n="207">To me inueterate, hearkens my Brothers suit,</l>
      <l n="208">Which was, That he in lieu o'th' premises,</l>
      <l n="209">Of homage, and I know not how much Tribute,</l>
      <l n="210">Should presently extirpate me and mine</l>
      <l n="211">Out of the Dukedome, and confer faire<hi rend="italic">Millaine</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="212">With all the Honors, on my brother: Whereon</l>
      <l n="213">A treacherous Armie leuied, one mid‑night</l>
      <l n="214">Fated to th' purpose, did<hi rend="italic">Anthonio</hi>open</l>
      <l n="215">The gates of<hi rend="italic">Millaine</hi>, and ith' dead of darkenesse</l>
      <l n="216">The ministers for th' purpose hurried thence</l>
      <l n="217">Me, and thy crying selfe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
      <l n="218">Alack, for pitty:</l>
      <l n="219">I not remembring how I cride out then</l>
      <l n="220">Will cry it ore againe: it is a hint</l>
      <l n="221">That wrings mine eyes too't.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="222">Heare a little further,</l>
      <l n="223">And then I'le bring thee to the present businesse</l>
      <l n="224">Which now's vpon's: without the which, this Story</l>
      <l n="225">Were most impertinent.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
      <l n="226">Wherefore did they not</l>
      <l n="227">That howre destroy vs?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="228">Well demanded, wench:</l>
      <l n="229">My Tale prouokes that question: Deare, they durst not,</l>
      <l n="230">So deare the loue my people bore me: nor set</l>
      <l n="231">A marke so bloudy on the businesse; but</l>
      <l n="232">With colours fairer, painted their foule ends.</l>
      <l n="233">In few, they hurried vs a‑boord a Barke,</l>
      <l n="234">Bore vs some Leagues to Sea, where they prepared</l>
      <l n="235">A rotten carkasse of a Butt, not rigg'd,</l>
      <l n="236">Nor tackle, sayle, nor mast, the very rats</l>
      <l n="237">Instinctiuely haue quit it: There they hoyst vs</l>
      <l n="238">To cry to th' Sea, that roard to vs; to sigh</l>
      <l n="239">To th' windes, whose pitty sighing backe againe</l>
      <l n="240">Did vs but louing wrong.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
      <l n="241">Alack, what trouble</l>
      <l n="242">Was I then to you?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="243">O, a Cherubin</l>
      <l n="244">Thou was't that did preserue me; Thou didst smile,</l>
      <l n="245">Infused with a fortitude from heauen,</l>
      <l n="246">When I haue deck'd the sea with drops full salt,</l>
      <l n="247">Vnder my burthen groan'd, which rais'd in me</l>
      <l n="248">An vndergoing stomacke, to beare vp</l>
      <l n="249">Against what should ensue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
      <l n="250">How came we a shore?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="251">By prouidence diuine,</l>
      <l n="252">Some food, we had, and some fresh water, that</l>
      <l n="253">A noble<hi rend="italic">Neopolitan Gonzalo</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="254">Out of his Charity, (who being then appointed</l>
      <l n="255">Master of this designe) did giue vs, with</l>
      <l n="256">Rich garments, linnens, stuffs, and necessaries</l>
      <l n="257">Which since haue steeded much, so of his gentlenesse</l>
      <l n="258">Knowing I lou'd my bookes, he furnishd me</l>
      <l n="259">From mine owne Library, with volumes, that</l>
      <l n="260">I prize aboue my Dukedome.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
      <l n="261">Would I might</l>
      <l n="262">But euer see that man.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="263">Now I arise,</l>
      <l n="264">Sit still, and heare the last of our sea‑sorrow:</l>
      <l n="265">Heere in this Iland we arriu'd, and heere</l>
      <l n="266">Haue I, thy Schoolemaster, made thee more profit</l>
      <l n="267">Then other Princesse can, that haue more time<gap/>
      </l>
      <l n="268">For vainer howres; and Tutors, not so care<gap extent="5"
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              reason="absent"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#LMC"/>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
      <l n="269">Heuens thank you for't. And now<gap extent="4"
              unit="words"
              reason="absent"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#LMC"/>
      </l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="270">For still 'tis beating in my minde; your reason</l>
      <l n="271">For raysing this Sea‑storme?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="272">Know thus far forth,</l>
      <l n="273">By accident most strange, bountifull<hi rend="italic">Fortune</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="274">(Now my deere Lady) hath mine enemies</l>
      <l n="275">Brought to this shore: And by my prescience</l>
      <l n="276">I finde my<hi rend="italic">Zenith</hi>doth depend vpon</l>
      <l n="277">A most auspitious starre, whose influence</l>
      <l n="278">If now I court not, but omit; my fortunes</l>
      <l n="279">Will euer after droope: Heare cease more questions,</l>
      <l n="280">Thou art inclinde to sleepe: 'tis a good dulnesse,</l>
      <l n="281">And giue it way: I know thou canst not chuse:</l>
      <l n="282">Come away, Seruant, come; I am ready now,</l>
      <l n="283">Approach my<hi rend="italic">Ariel</hi>. Come.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="entrance">Enter Ariel.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ari.</speaker>
      <l n="284">All haile, great Master, graue Sir, haile: I come</l>
      <l n="285">To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,</l>
      <l n="286">To swim, to diue into the fire: to ride</l>
      <l n="287">On the curld clowds: to thy strong bidding, taske</l>
      <l n="288">
         <hi rend="italic">Ariel</hi>, and all his Qualitie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="289">Hast thou, Spirit,</l>
      <l n="290">Performd to point, the Tempest that I bad thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="291">To euery Article.</l>
      <l n="292">I boorded the Kings ship: now on the Beake,</l>
      <l n="293">Now in the Waste, the Decke, in euery Cabyn,</l>
      <l n="294">I flam'd amazement, sometime I'ld diuide</l>
      <l n="295">And burne in many places; on the Top‑mast,</l>
      <l n="296">The Yards and Bore‑spritt, would I flame distinctly,</l>
      <l n="297">Then meete, and ioyne.<hi rend="italic">Ioues</hi>Lightning, the precursers</l>
      <l n="298">O'th dreadfull Thunder‑claps more momentarie</l>
      <l n="299">And sight out‑running were not; the fire, and cracks</l>
      <l n="300">Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty<hi rend="italic">Neptune</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="301">Seeme to besiege, and make his bold waues tremble,</l>
      <l n="302">Yea, his dread Trident shake.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="303">My braue Spirit,</l>
      <l n="304">Who was so firme, so constant, that this coyle</l>
      <l n="305">Would not infect his reason?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="306">Not a soule</l>
      <l n="307">But felt a Feauer of the madde, and plaid</l>
      <l n="308">Some tricks of desperation; all but Mariners</l>
      <l n="309">Plung'd in the foaming bryne, and quit the vessell;</l>
      <l n="310">Then all a fire with me the Kings sonne<hi rend="italic">Ferdinand</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="311">With haire vp‑staring (then like reeds, not haire)</l>
      <l n="312">Was the first man that leapt; cride hell is empty,</l>
      <l n="313">And all the Diuels are heere.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="314">Why that's my spirit:</l>
      <l n="315">But was not this nye shore?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="316">Close by, my Master</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="317">But are they (<hi rend="italic">Ariell</hi>) safe?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="318">Not a haire perishd:</l>
      <l n="319">On their sustaining garments not a blemish,</l>
      <l n="320">But fresher then before: and as thou badst me,</l>
      <l n="321">In troops I haue dispersd them 'bout the Isle:</l>
      <l n="322">The Kings sonne haue I landed by himselfe,</l>
      <l n="323">Whom I left cooling of the Ayre with sighes,</l>
      <l n="324">In an odde Angle of the Isle, and sitting</l>
      <l n="325">His armes in this sad knot.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="326">Of the Kings ship,</l>
      <l n="327">The Marriners, say how thou hast disposd,</l>
      <l n="328">And all the rest o'th' Fleete?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="329">S<gap extent="5"
              unit="chars"
              reason="absent"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#LMC"/>in harbor</l>
      <l n="330">
         <gap extent="3"
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              agent="torn"
              resp="#LMC"/>
         <gap extent="4"
              unit="chars"
              reason="absent"
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      <gap extent="5"
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      <l n="331">(Which I dispers'd) they all haue met againe,</l>
      <l n="332">And are vpon the<hi rend="italic">Mediterranian</hi>Flote</l>
      <l n="333">Bound sadly home for<hi rend="italic">Naples</hi>,</l>
      <l n="334">Supposing that they saw the Kings ship wrackt,</l>
      <l n="335">And his great person perish.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="336">
         <hi rend="italic">Ariel</hi>, thy charge</l>
      <l n="337">Exactly is Perform'd; but there's more worke:</l>
      <l n="338">What is the time o'th' day?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="339">Past the mid season.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="340">At least two Glasses: the time 'twixt six &amp; now</l>
      <l n="341">Must by vs both be spent most preciously.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="342">Is there more toyle? Since<choice>
            <abbr>yͧ</abbr>
            <expan>thou</expan>
         </choice>dost giue me pains,</l>
      <l n="343">Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,</l>
      <l n="344">Which is not yet perform'd me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="345">How now? moodie?</l>
      <l n="346">What is't thou canst demand?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="347">My Libertie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="348">Before the time be out? no more:</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="349">I prethee,</l>
      <l n="350">Remember I haue done thee worthy seruice,</l>
      <l n="351">Told thee no lyes, made thee no mistakings, serv'd</l>
      <l n="352">Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou did promise</l>
      <l n="353">To bate me a full yeere.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="354">Do'st thou forget</l>
      <l n="355">From what a torment I did free thee?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="356">No.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="357">Thou do'st: &amp; thinkst it much to tread<choice>
            <abbr>yͤ</abbr>
            <expan>the</expan>
         </choice>Ooze</l>
      <l n="358">Of the salt deepe;</l>
      <l n="359">To run vpon the sharpe winde of the North,</l>
      <l n="360">To doe me businesse in the veines o'th' earth</l>
      <l n="361">When it is bak'd with frost.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="362">I doe not Sir.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="363">Thou liest, malignant Thing: hast thou forgot</l>
      <l n="364">The fowle Witch<hi rend="italic">Sycorax</hi>, who with Age and Enuy</l>
      <l n="365">Was growne into a hoope? hast thou forgot her?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="366">No Sir.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="367">Thou hast: where was she born? speak: tell me:</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="368">Sir, in<hi rend="italic">Argier</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="369">Oh, was she so: I must</l>
      <l n="370">Once in a moneth recount what thou hast bin,</l>
      <l n="371">Which thou forgetst. This damn'd Witch<hi rend="italic">Sycorax</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="372">For mischiefes manifold, and sorceries terrible</l>
      <l n="373">To enter humane hearing, from<hi rend="italic">Argier</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="374">Thou know'st was banish'd: for one thing she did</l>
      <l n="375">They wold not take her life: Is not this true?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="376">I, Sir.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="377">This blew ey'd hag, was hither brought with
      <lb rend="turnunder"/>
         <pc rend="turnunder">(</pc>child,</l>
      <l n="378">child, And here was left by th' Saylors; thou my slaue,</l>
      <l n="379">As thou reportst thy selfe, was then her seruant,</l>
      <l n="380">And for thou wast a Spirit too delicate</l>
      <l n="381">To act her earthy, and abhord commands,</l>
      <l n="382">Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee</l>
      <l n="383">By helpe of her more potent Ministers,</l>
      <l n="384">And in her most vnmittigable rage,</l>
      <l n="385">Into a clouen Pyne, within which rift</l>
      <l n="386">Imprison'd, thou didst painefully remaine</l>
      <l n="387">A dozen yeeres: within which space she di'd,</l>
      <l n="388">And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groanes</l>
      <l n="389">As fast as Mill‑wheeles strike: Then was this Island</l>
      <l n="390">(Saue for the Son, that he did littour heere,</l>
      <l n="391">A frekelld whelpe, hag‑borne) not honour'd with</l>
      <l n="392">A hu<gap extent="4"
              unit="chars"
              reason="absent"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#LMC"/>
         <gap extent="1"
              unit="words"
              reason="absent"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#LMC"/>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-cal">
      <l n="393">
         <gap extent="3"
              unit="words"
              reason="absent"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#LMC"/>her sonne.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <gap extent="5"
           unit="lines"
           reason="absent"
           agent="torn"
           resp="#LMC"/>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="394">To lay vpon the damn'd, which<hi rend="italic">Sycorax</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="395">Could not againe vndoe: it was mine Art,</l>
      <l n="396">When I arriu'd, and heard thee, that made gape</l>
      <l n="397">The Pyne, and let thee out.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="398">I thanke thee Master.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="399">If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an Oake</l>
      <l n="400">And peg‑thee in his knotty entrailes, till</l>
      <l n="401">Thou hast howl'd away twelue winters.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="402">Pardon, Master,</l>
      <l n="403">I will be correspondent to command</l>
      <l n="404">And doe my spryting, gently.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="405">Doe so: and after two daies</l>
      <l n="406">I will discharge thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-ari">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ar.</speaker>
      <l n="407">That's my noble Master:</l>
      <l n="408">What shall I doe? say what? what shall I doe?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="409">Goe make thy selfe like a Nymph o'th' Sea,</l>
      <l n="410">Be subiect to no sight but thine, and mine: inuisible</l>
      <l n="411">To euery eye‑ball else: goe take this shape</l>
      <l n="412">And hither come in't: goe: hence</l>
      <l n="413">With diligence.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic inline" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="414">Awake, deere hart awake, thou hast slept well,</l>
      <l n="415">Awake.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
      <l n="416">The strangenes of your story, put</l>
      <l n="417">Heauinesse in me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="418">Shake it off: Come on,</l>
      <l n="419">Wee'll visit<hi rend="italic">Caliban</hi>, my slaue, who neuer</l>
      <l n="420">Yeelds vs kinde answere.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-mir">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mir.</speaker>
      <l n="421">'Tis a villaine Sir, I doe not loue to looke on.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-tem-pro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pro.</speaker>
      <l n="422">But as 'tis</l>
      <l n="423">We cannot misse him: he do's make our fire,</l>
      <l n="424">Fetch in our wood, and serues in Offices</l>
      <l n="425">That profit vs: What hoa: slaue:<hi rend="italic">Caliban</hi>:</l>
      <l n="426">Thou Earth, thou: speake.</l>
   </sp>
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