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'Farewell, brother!'—'We split, we split, we split!'—

Ant. Let's all sink wi' the king.

Seb. Let's take leave of him.

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.

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,

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

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

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

