Mir.

Pros.

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A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity, who being then appointed

Master of this design, did give us, with

Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
From mine own library with volumes that

I prize above my dukedom.

But ever see that man!

Would I might

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Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island we arrived; and here Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Than other princess' can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Mir. Heavens thank you for 't! And now, I pray you, sir, For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason

For raising this sea-storm?

Know thus far forth.

Pros.
By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies

Brought to this shore; and by my prescience

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I find my zenith doth depend upon

A most auspicious star, whose influence

If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions:
Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way: I know thou canst not choose.

Come away, servant, come.
Approach, my Ariel, come.

Enter Ariel.

[Miranda sleeps.

I am ready now.

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come
To answer thy best pleasure; be 't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

Pros.

On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task
Ariel and all his quality.

Hast thou, spirit,

Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Ari. To every article.

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I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,
And burn in many places; on the topmast,
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Pros.

Ari.

Pros.

Ari.

Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors
O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight-outrunning were not: the fire and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.

My brave spirit!

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason?

Not a soul

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But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
Plunged in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring,-then like reeds, not hair,-
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.'

But was not this nigh shore?

Pros. But are they, Ariel, safe?

Ari.

Why, that's my spirit!

Close by, my master.

Not a hair perish'd;

On their sustaining garments not a blemish,

But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,

Pros.

Ari.

Pros.

In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot.

Of the king's ship,

The mariners, say how thou hast disposed,
And all the rest o' the fleet.

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Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;

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Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet,

:

Which I dispersed, they all have met again,
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples;

Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great person perish.

Ariel, thy charge

Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work.
What is the time o' the day?

Ari.

Past the mid season.

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Pros. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now
Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pros.

What is 't thou canst demand?

How now ? moody?

My liberty..

I prithee,

Ari.
Pros. Before the time be out? no more!

Ari.

Remember I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
To bate me a full year.

Dost thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee?

No.

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Pros. Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze

Ari.

Of the salt deep,

To run upon the sharp wind of the north,

To do me business in the veins o' the earth
When it is baked with frost.

Pros. Thou liest, malignant thing!

Hast thou forgot