Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
Know thus far forth, By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune (Now my dear Lady) hath mine enemies Brought to this shore: And by my prescience I find my Zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit; my fortunes Will ever after droop: Hear cease more questions, Thou art inclined to sleep: 'tis a good dulness, And give it way: I know thou canst not choose: Come away, Servant, come; I am ready now, Approach my Ariel. Come. All hail, great Master, grave Sir, hail: I come To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire: to-ride On the curled clouds: to thy strong bidding, task Ariel, and all his Quality. Hast thou, Spirit, Performed to point, the Tempest that I bade thee. To every Article. I boarded the King's ship: now on the Beak, Now in the Waste, the Deck, in every Cabyn, I flamed amazement, sometime I'd divide And burn in many places; on the Topmast, The Yards and Bore-spritt, would I flame distinctly, Then meet, and join. Jove's Lightning, the precursers O' th' dreadful Thunderclaps more momentary And fight out-running were not; the fire, and cracks Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread Trident shake. My brave Spirit, Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Would not infect his reason? Not a soul But felt a Fever of the mad, and played Some tricks of desperation; all but Mariners Plunged in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel; Then all a fire with me the King's son Ferdinand With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair) Was the first man that leapt; cried hell is empty, And all the Devils are here. Why that's my spirit: But was not this nigh shore? Close by, my Master. But are they (Ariell) safe? Not a hair perished: On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before: and as thou badst me, In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the Isle: The King's son have I landed by himself, Whom I left cooling of the Air with sighs, In an odd Angle of the Isle, and sitting His arms in this sad knot. Of the King's ship, The Mariners, say how thou hast disposed, And all the rest o' th' Fleet? Safely in harbour Is the King's ship, in the deep Nook, where once Thou calldst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vext Bermudas, there she's hid; The Mariners all under hatches stowed, Who, with a Charm joined to their suffered labour I have left asleep: and for the rest o' th' Fleet (Which I dispersed) they all have met again, And are upon the Mediterranean Float Bound sadly home for Naples, Supposing that they saw the King's ship wracked, And his great person perish. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is performed; but there's more work: What is the time o' th' day?
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Know thus far forth, By accident moſt ſtrange, bountifull Fortune (Now my deere Lady) hath mine enemies Brought to this ſhore: And by my preſcience I finde my Zenith doth depend vpon A moſt auſpitious ſtarre, whoſe influence If now I court not, but omit; my fortunes Will euer after droope: Heare ceaſe more queſtions, Thou art inclinde to ſleepe: 'tis a good dulneſſe, And giue it way: I know thou canſt not chuſe: Come away, Seruant, come; I am ready now, Approach my Ariel. Come. All haile, great Maſter, graue Sir, haile: I come To anſwer thy beſt pleaſure; be't to fly, To ſwim, to diue into the fire: to-ride On the curld clowds: to thy ſtrong bidding, taske Ariel, and all his Qualitie. Haſt thou, Spirit, Performd to point, the Tempeſt that I bad thee. To euery Article. I boorded the Kings ſhip: now on the Beake, Now in the Waſte, the Decke, in euery Cabyn, I flam'd amazement, ſometime I'ld diuide And burne in many places; on the Top-maſt, The Yards and Bore-ſpritt, would I flame diſtinctly, Then meete, and ioyne. Ioues Lightning, the precurſers O' th dreadfull Thunder-claps more momentarie And fight out-running were not; the fire, and cracks Of ſulphurous roaring, the moſt mighty Neptune Seeme to beſiege, and make his bold waues tremble, Yea, his dread Trident ſhake. My braue Spirit, Who was ſo firme, ſo conſtant, that this coyle Would not infect his reaſon? Not a ſoule But felt a Feauer of the madde, and plaid Some tricks of deſperation; all but Mariners Plung'd in the foaming bryne, and quit the veſſell; Then all a fire with me the Kings ſonne Ferdinand With haire vp-ſtaring (then like reeds, not haire) Was the firſt man that leapt; cride hell is empty, And all the Diuels are heere. Why that's my ſpirit: But was not this nye ſhore? Cloſe by, my Maſter. But are they (Ariell) ſafe? Not a haire periſhd: On their ſuſtaining garments not a blemiſh, But freſher then before: and as thou badſt me, In troops I haue diſperſd them 'bout the Iſle: The Kings ſonne haue I landed by himſelfe, Whom I left cooling of the Ayre with ſighes, In an odde Angle of the Iſle, and ſitting His armes in this ſad knot. Of the Kings ſhip, The Marriners, ſay how thou haſt diſpoſd, And all the reſt o' th' Fleete? Safely in harbour Is the Kings ſhippe, in the deepe Nooke, where once Thou calldſt me vp at midnight to fetch dewe From the ſtill-vext Bermoothes, there ſhe's hid; The Marriners all vnder hatches ſtowed, Who, with a Charme ioynd to their ſuffred labour I haue left aſleep: and for the reſt o' th' Fleet (Which I diſpers'd) they all haue met againe, And are vpon the Mediterranian Flote Bound ſadly home for Naples, Suppoſing that they ſaw the Kings ſhip wrackt, And his great perſon periſh. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more worke: What is the time o' th' day?