[_Exit._

_Sebas._ Let's take leave of him. [_Exit._

_Gonza._ Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of
barren ground; ling, heath, broom, furze,[369-15] anything. The
wills[369-16] above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.
[_Exit._

SCENE II.--_The 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 th' welkin's cheek,[369-1]
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer! a brave[369-2] 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 e'er[369-3]
It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
The fraughting[370-4] souls within her.

_Pros._ Be collected;
No more amazement:[370-5] tell your piteous heart
There's no harm done.

_Mira._ O, woe the day!

_Pros._ No harm.
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[370-6]
Than Prospero, master of a full-poor cell,
And thy no greater father.

_Mira._ More to know
Did never meddle[370-7] with my thoughts.

_Pros._ 'Tis time
I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magic garment from me.--So:
[_Lays down his robe._
Lie there, my art.[370-8]--Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
The very virtue of compassion in thee,
I have with such prevision in mine art
So safely order'd, that there is no soul[370-9]--
No, not so much perdition as an hair
Betid to any creature in the vessel
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;
For thou must now know further.

[Illustration: TELL YOUR PITEOUS HEART]

_Mira._