The tempest : a comedy . On their sustaining garments not a fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,In troops I have dispersed them bout the kings son have I landed by himself;Whom I left cooling of the air with sighsIn an odd angle of the isle, and arms in this sad knot. Prospero. Of the kings ship, The mariners, say how thou hast all the rest o the fleet. Ariel. Safely in harbour Is the kings ship; in the deep nook, where onceThou calldst me up at midnight to fetch dewFrom the still-vexd Bermoothes, there shes hid:The mariners all under hatch
The tempest : a comedy . On their sustaining garments not a fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,In troops I have dispersed them bout the kings son have I landed by himself;Whom I left cooling of the air with sighsIn an odd angle of the isle, and arms in this sad knot. Prospero. Of the kings ship, The mariners, say how thou hast all the rest o the fleet. Ariel. Safely in harbour Is the kings ship; in the deep nook, where onceThou calldst me up at midnight to fetch dewFrom the still-vexd Bermoothes, there shes hid:The mariners all under hatches stowd; 14 ACT ONE THE TEMPEST SCENE TWO Who, with a charm joind to their sufferd 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 kings ship his great person Ariel, thy charge Exactly is performd: but theres more is the time o the ;. Ariel. Past the mid season. Prospero. At least two glasses. The time twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains. Let me remember thee what thou hast promised. Which is not yet performd How now? moody? What ist thou canst demand?Artel. My liberty. Prospero. Before the time be out? no morel 15 ACT ONE THE TEMPEST SCENE TWO Artel. I prithee, 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 Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee?Artel. No. Prospero. Thou dost, and thinkst it much to tread the ooze 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 I do not, sir. Prospero. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who with age an
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