SCENE II,— The Island; before the Cell of

Prospeeo.

Enter Prospeeo and Miranda.

Mira, If by yoâr art, my dearest father, you hare Put the wild waters in this roar, aUay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch. But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. Oh I I haye suffer'd . With those that l saw suffer I a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble créatures in ber, Dash'd ail to pieceg. Obi tbe cry did knock Against my very heart I Poor ^ouls I they perishM. Had I been any god of power, I would Haye sunk the sea wiihiu the earth, or e*cr It should the good ship so baye swallowed, and The freighting soûls within her.