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- ACT ONE SCENE TWO
SCENE TWO
The island. Before Prospero's cell.
[Eater Prospero and Miranda.]
Miranda.
F 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 the 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
Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perish'dl
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