Page 1029 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to th’ welkin’s cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered [5]
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,

(Who had, no doubt, some noble creature 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 [10]

Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere
It should the good ship so have swallow’d, and
The fraughting souls within her.

PROSPERO
Be collected:
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart

There’s no harm done.

MIRANDA
O, woe the day!

PROSPERO
No harm. [15]
I have done nothing but in care of thee,

Of thee, my dear one; thee, my daughter, who
Art ignorant of what thou art; nought knowing
Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, [20]
And thy no greater father.

MIRANDA
More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.

PROSPERO
’Tis time
I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,

And pluck my magic garment from me. − So: