{"id":"01KG8AZ47AG77RW6991G1HANG9","cid":"bafkreihgudvlcsxvw2nape7swl3iuwb7rwaef65vofyrk3ixvjnc2sjhxy","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreie232qhbdyevmdu7ghegyzzwrad7wmmxjozumyjxawdkd2dworl5m","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0042.jpg","height":2400,"key":"pdf-page-1769806466683-4faxazlw9wr","label":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0042.jpg","page_number":42,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":455673,"text":"ACT\nONE\nTHE\nTEMPEST\nSCENE\nTWO\nFerdinand. The ditty does remember my drown'd father\nThis is no mortal business, nor no sound\nThat the earth owes :— I hear it now above me.\nProspero. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,\nAnd say what thou seest yond.\nMiranda. What is't? a spirit?\nLord, how it looks about ! Believe me, sir,\nIt carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.\nProspero. No, wench ; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses\nAs we have, such. This gallant which thou seest\nWas in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd\nWith grief, that 's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him\nA goodly person : he hath lost his fellows,\nAnd strays about to find 'em.\nMiranda. I might call him\nA thing divine ; for nothing natural\nI ever saw so noble.\nProspero. [Aside] It goes on, I see,\nAs my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit ! I 'II freethee\nWithin two days for this.\nFerdinand. Most sure, the goddess\nOn whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer\nMay know if you remain upon this island ;\nAnd that you will some good instruction give\nHow I may bear me here : my prime request,\nWhich I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!\nIf you be maid or no?\nMiranda. No wonder, sir;\nBut certainly a maid.\nFerdinand. My lang^uage ! heavens !\nI am the best of them that speak this speech,\nWere I but where 'tis spoken.\nProspero. How? the best?\nWhat wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee ?\nFerdinand. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders\nTo hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me ;\nAnd that he does I weep : myself am Naples,\nWho with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld\nThe king my father wreck'd.\nMiranda. Alack, for mercy!\n26","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:26.683Z","text_extracted_by":"pdf-processor","text_has_content":true,"text_source":"born_digital","uploaded":true,"width":1642},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG89K56V71HSK5HCYTVQK4G2","predicate":"derived_from"},{"peer":"01KG89JREDR8WY5QQGYR5FZRDY","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AZ46YM26DWY97F8J9JHDV","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AZ4SGWK17FF2TWT7VMGP1","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:27.306Z","ts":"2026-01-30T21:01:15.406Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFFH6ETXGRVD10WPNP3007D6"}}