Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pros. (Of thee my deere one; thee my daughter) who
Pros. Art ignorant of what thou art. naught knowing
Pros. Of whence I am: nor that I am more better
Pros. Then Prospero, Master of a full poore cell,
Pros. And thy no greater Father.
Mira. Mira.
Mira. More to know
Mira. Did neuer medle with my thoughts.
Pros. Pros.
Pros. 'Tis time
Pros. I should informe thee farther: Lend thy hand
Pros. And plucke my Magick garment from me: So,
Pros. Lye there my Art: wipe thou thine eyes, haue comfort,
Pros. The direfull spectacle of the wracke which touch'd
Pros. The very vertue of compassion in thee:
Pros. I haue with such prouision in mine Art
Pros. So safely ordered, that there is no soule
Pros. No not so much perdition as an hayre
Pros. Betid to any creature in the vessell
Pros. Which thou heardst cry, which thou saw'st sinke: Sit [downe,