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Enter SEBASTIAN, ANTHONIO, and GONZALQ.

Yet again? What do you here? Shall we give er and drown? Have you a mind to sink?": 40 3. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphe 5, uncharitable dog!

ats. Work you then.

et. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent maker! we are less afraid to be drown'd, than

art.

n.. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky unstanch'd wench.

ats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses ; sea again, lay her off,

Enter Mariners wet,

ar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!

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[Exeunt.

Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?
Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist

them,

or our case is as theirs.

Seb. I am out of patience.

Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by

drunkards.

his wide-chopp'd rascal;-Would, thou might'st

lie drowning,

he washing of ten tides!

و

:

Gon. He'll be hang'd yet;

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" Though

;

"Though every drop of water swear against it,

" And gape at wid'st to glut him.

"[A confused naise within] Mercy on us!-

"We split, we split!-Farewel, my wife and chil

"dren!-Farewel, brother!-We split, we split,

wę split

"Ant. Let's all sink with the king.

"Seb. Let's take leave of him.

[Exit.

[Exit.

"Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea

" for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown "furze, any thing: The wills above be done, but I

" would fain die a dry death!"

[Exit.

SCENE 11.

The enchanted Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.

Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creatures in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart | Poor souls! they perish'd. Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere

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