the tempest scene 2 Flashcards
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA
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 sea, mounting to the welkin’s cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
Dash’d all to pieces. Poor souls, they parish’d.
Sit down;
For thou must now know thy father.
You have often begun to tell me what I am, but stopp’d
And left me to a bootless inquisition,
Concluding ‘Stay: not yet.’
I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
Out three years old
Certainly, sir, I can. ‘Tis far off
And rather like a dream than an assurance that my remembrance warrants. Had I not Four or Five women once that tended me?
How thou camest here thou mayst.
But that I do not.
Thy Father was the Duke of Milan and
A prince of power.
Sir, are not you my father?
and thou his only hier.
O the heavens!
What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
Or blessed wasn’t we did?
But blessedly holp hither.
O, my heart bleeds
To think o’ the teen that I have turn’d you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, father.
Me and thy crying self.
Alack, for pity!
I, not remembering how I cried out then,
Will cry it o’er again.
Did us but loving wrong.
Alack, what trouble
Was I then to you!
When I have deck’d the sea with drops full salt.
How came we ashore?
Which since had steaded much
(Resumes his mantle.)
Would I might
But ever see that man!
And now, I pray you, Sir,
For still ‘tie beating in my mind, your reason
For raising this sea
-storm?
