1 I shall no more to sea, to sea.
2 For my part, the sea cannot drown me.
3 And sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands.
4 He is drowned Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land.
5 Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea change Into something rich and strange.
6 Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground: long heath, brown furze, anything.
7 The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to th welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out.
8 I'll deliver all, And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, And sail so expeditious that shall catch Your royal fleet far off.
9 The next: our ship, Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split, Is tight and yare and bravely rigged as when We first put out to sea.
10 Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere It should the good ship so have swallowed, and The fraughting souls within her.
11 That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and gloss, being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water.
12 In few, they hurried us aboard a bark, Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepared A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Instinctively have quit it.
13 Thou didst smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have decked the sea with drops full salt, Under my burden groaned, which raised in me An undergoing stomach to bear up Against what should ensue.
14 But remember--For that's my business to you--that you three From Milan did supplant good Prospero, Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it, Him and his innocent child, for which foul deed, The powers--delaying, not forgetting--have Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures Against your peace.
15 But remember--For that's my business to you--that you three From Milan did supplant good Prospero, Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it, Him and his innocent child, for which foul deed, The powers--delaying, not forgetting--have Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures Against your peace.