The action moves to an island, where we meet Prospero and his daughter, Miranda. It should the good ship so have swallowed, and Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere O, the cry did knockĪgainst my very heart! Poor souls, they perished. Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,ĭashed all to pieces. With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel, The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,īut that the sea, mounting to th’ welkin’s cheek,ĭashes the fire out. Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. If by your art, my dearest father, you have
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