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Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTHONIO, and GONZALQ.

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

Boats. Work you then.

Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noisemaker! we are less afraid to be drown'd, than thou art.

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

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

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

Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?

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"Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist

them,

"For our case is as theirs.

"Seb. I am out of patience.

"Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.

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

lie drowning,

"The washing of ten tides!

"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 noise 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,

"Seh. 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 II.

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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