The tempest : a comedy . se: [Resumes Itis mantle. 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 Heavens thank you fort! And now, I pray you, sir, For still tis beating in my mind, your reason For raising this sea-storm?Prospero. Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Brought to this shore; and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A
The tempest : a comedy . se: [Resumes Itis mantle. 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 Heavens thank you fort! And now, I pray you, sir, For still tis beating in my mind, your reason For raising this sea-storm?Prospero. Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Brought to this shore; and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence 12 ACT ONE THE TEMPEST SCENE TWO If now I court not, but omit, my fortunesWill 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. [Miranda away, servant, come. I am ready , my Ariel, come. [Eater Ariel.]Ariel. All hail, grreat master! grave sir, hail! I come .-^r^^i:^^.^^:.. To answer thy best pleasure; bet to fly,To swim, to dive into the fire, to rideOn the curld clouds, to thy strong bidding taskAriel and all his quality. Prospero. Hast thou, spirit, Performd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Ariel. To every article. I boarded the kings ship; now on the beak, 13 ACT ONE THE TEMPEST SCENE TWO Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,I flamed amazement: sometime I Id divide,And burn in many places; on the topmast,The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,Then meet and join. Joves lightnings, the precursorsO the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentaryAnd sight-outrunning were not: the fire and cracksOf sulphurous roaring the most mighty NeptuneSeem to besiege, and make his bold waves , his dread trident shake. Prospero. My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coilWould not infect his reason.^ Ariel. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and playdSome tricks of desperation. All but mariner
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