'Farewell, brother!'—'We split, we split, we split!'— 67
Ant. Let's all sink wi' the king.
Seb. Let's take leave of him. Exeunt.
Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs
of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath,
brown furze, anything. The wills above be
done! but I would fain die a dry death. Exit.
Scene Two
[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, 3
But that the sea, mounting to th' 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 creature in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O! the cry did knock 8
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 11
It should the good ship so have swallow'd and
The fraughting souls within her.
Pro. Be collected:
No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart
There's no harm done.
Mira. O, woe the day!
Pro. No harm.
6 brave: fine
13 fraughting souls, etc.: human beings who composed her freight
14 amazement: horror
