• Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA

    MIRANDA

    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,
    5Dashes the fire out. Oh, I have suffered
    With those that I saw suffer. A brave vessel
    Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her
    Dashed all to pieces. Oh, the cry did knock
    Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished.
    10Had 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.

    PROSPERO

         Be collected.
    No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart
    15There’s no harm done.

    MIRANDA

        Oh, woe the day!

    PROSPERO

          No harm.
    I have done nothing but in care of thee,
    Of thee, my dear one—thee my daughter, who
    Art ignorant of what thou art, naught knowing
    Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
    20Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell
    And thy no greater father.

    MIRANDA

        More to know
    Did never meddle with my thoughts.
  • PROSPERO and MIRANDA enter.

    MIRANDA

    Dear father, if you caused this terrible storm with your magic powers, please put an end to it. The sky’s so dark it looks like it would rain down boiling hot tar if the sea weren’t swelling up to the sky to put its fire out. Oh, I suffered along with all the men I watched suffer! A fine ship, with some good people in it, I’m sure, smashed to pieces. Their dying shouts broke my heart! The poor people died. If I’d been a god I would’ve let the sea sink inside the earth before it had a chance to swallow up that ship and all the people it was carrying.

    PROSPERO

    Calm down. There’s nothing to get upset about. No harm was done.

    MIRANDA

    Oh, what a horrible day!

    PROSPERO

    There was no harm, I’m telling you. Everything I’ve done has been for you, my dear daughter. You don’t know what you are, since you don’t know who I am or where I come from, or that I’m better than merely Prospero, your humble father who lives in a poor little shack.

    MIRANDA

    It never occurred to me to imagine there was anything more to know.