{"id":"01KG8AZ4BPP8DZMS7V2B2XK5FA","cid":"bafkreid2ovv4i33whlkquidzytistosycnfv55bibbgd64o3427k2ds3cu","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreia3n3md3dsgghqcgkl4e57kcinitgdawxsulrgt5ha5hx3kumzm2i","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0090.jpg","height":2400,"key":"pdf-page-1769806466705-664y1sb9eha","label":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0090.jpg","page_number":90,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":486505,"text":"ACT THREE THE TEMPEST SCENE THREE\nWhere man doth not inhabit,— you 'mongst men\nBeing most unfit to live. I have made you mad;\nAnd even with such-like valour men hang and drown\nTheir proper selves.\n[Alonso, Sebastian, etc., draw their swords.\nYou fools! I and my fellows\nAre ministers of Fate : the elements,\nOf whom your swords are temper'd, may as well\nWound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs\nKill the still-closing waters, as diminish\nOne dowle that 's in my plume : my fellow-ministers\nAre like invulnerable. If you could hurt,\nYour swords are now too massy for your strengths,\nAnd will not be uplifted. But remember,—\nFor that's my business to you, — that you three\nFrom Milan did supplant good Prospero ;\nExposed unto the sea, which hath requit it.\nHim and his innocent child : for which foul deed\nThe powers, delaying, not forgetting, have\nIncensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,\nAgainst your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,\nThey have bereft ; and do pronounce by me :\nLingering perdition — worse than any death\nCan be at once — shall step by step attend\nYou and your ways ; whose wraths to guard you from, —\nWhich here, in this most desolate isle, else falls\nUpon your heads, — is nothing but heart-sorrow\nAnd a clear life ensuing.\n[He vanisties in tiiunder; ttien, to soft music, enter tiie\nSiiapes again, and dance, witlt tnoclis and mows,\nand carrying out ttie tabie.]\nProspero. Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou\nPerform'd, my Ariel ; a grace it had, devouring :\nOf my instruction hast thou nothing bated\nIn what thou hadst to say: so, with good life\nAnd observation strange, my meaner ministers\nTheir several kinds have done. My high charms work,\nAnd these mine enemies are all knit up\nIn their distractions : they now are in my power ;\nAnd in these fits I leave them, while I visit74","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:26.705Z","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":"01KG8AZ4C7N5B23CJ7ZRXRB03H","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AZ47S5AYHT3SX1MY46SXK","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:27.446Z","ts":"2026-01-30T21:01:50.071Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFFH6ETXGRVD10WPNP3007D6"}}