THE TEMPEST
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Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require
My dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.
My dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.
Alonso.
Thou must restore. If thou be’st Prospero,
Give us particulars of thy preservation;
How thou hast met us here, who three hours since
Were wreck’d upon this shore; where I have lost—
How sharp the point of this remembrance is!—
My dear son Ferdinand.
Give us particulars of thy preservation;
How thou hast met us here, who three hours since
Were wreck’d upon this shore; where I have lost—
How sharp the point of this remembrance is!—
My dear son Ferdinand.
Prospero.
My dear son Ferdinand. I am woe for ’t, sir.
Alonso.
Irreparable is the loss, and patience
Says it is past her cure.
Says it is past her cure.
Prospero.
Says it is past her cure. I rather think
You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace
For the like loss I have her sovereign aid
And rest myself content.
You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace
For the like loss I have her sovereign aid
And rest myself content.
Alonso.
And rest myself content. You the like loss!
Prospero.
As great to me as late; and, supportable
To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
Than you may call to comfort you, for I
Have lost my daughter.
To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
Than you may call to comfort you, for I
Have lost my daughter.
