1 --Thou art pinched for 't now, Sebastian.'
2 To the King's ship, invisible as thou art.
3 If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
4 It was mine art, When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape The pine and let thee out.
5 Spirits, which by mine art I have from their confines called to enact My present fancies.
6 His art is of such power It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him.
7 Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep, die rather, wink'st Whiles thou art waking.
8 Incite them to quick motion, for I must Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple Some vanity of mine art.
9 Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to enchant, And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by prayer, Which pierces so that it assaults Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
10 Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness, I have used thee, Filth as thou art, with humane care, and lodged thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honor of my child.
11 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 Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father.
12 --Flesh and blood, You, brother mine, that entertained ambition, Expelled remorse and nature, whom, with Sebastian, Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong, Would here have killed your king, I do forgive thee, Unnatural though thou art.
13 The direful spectacle of the wrack, which touched The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely ordered that there is no soul--No, not so much perdition as an hair, Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink.