THE TEMPEST. ACT I

Pro. Be collected ;

No more amazement : tell your piteous heart, There's no harm done.

Mira. O woe the dayl

Pro* No harm.

I hâve done nothing but in care of thee, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughtcrI)who Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing or whence I am ; nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell. And thy no gréa ter father.

Mira, More to know

DId neyer meddle with my thoughts.

Pro. *Tig time

I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand. And pluck my magie garment from me. — So ;

(Lays down his manlle,) Lie^there my art. — Wipe thou thine eyes ; hâve comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd The very yirtae of compassion in thee I hâve with such provision in mine art So safely order'd, that there is no soûl — No, not so mnch perdition as an hair, Betid to any créature in the vessel,

Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down ; For thou must now know further.

Mira. You hâve often

fiegun to tell me what I am ; but stopp*d And left me to a bootless inquisition ; Goncludingy Stay, not yeî. —

Pro. The hour's now come ;

The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey, and be attentive. Gaii'st thou remember A timebefore we came unto this cellî I do not think thou can'st ; for then thou wast not Out three years old.

Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can.

Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that nath kept with thy remembrance.