{"id":"01KG8AZX17NZTQCDG9TP99NFNQ","cid":"bafkreifehicjepe62x4ba3g6hy57i24r4gfel5q222jcqyhvk44aprqx5a","type":"file","properties":{"cid":"bafkreibvqpnhede6kcv75pul6qlkkelpsr4pnepug34eavgbvmzlozt7q4","content_type":"image/jpeg","filename":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0116.jpg","height":2400,"key":"pdf-page-1769806492464-e62l1uz8ws6","label":"01_tempest_1901_illustrated_bell_page_0116.jpg","page_number":116,"pdf_type":"born_digital","size":436288,"text":"ACT FIVE THE TEMPEST SCENE ONE\nGonzalo. I have inly wept,\nOr should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods.\nAnd on this couple drop a blessed crown !\nFor it is you that have chalk'd forth the way\nWhich brought us hither.\nAlonso. I say. Amen, Gonzalo !\nGonzalo. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue\nShould become kings of Naples ? O, rejoice\nBeyond a common joy ! and set it down\nWith gold on lasting pillars : In one voyage\nDid Claribel her husband find at Tunis,\nAnd Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife\nWhere he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom\nIn a poor isle, and all of us ourselves\nWhen no man was his own.\nAlonso. [To Ferdinand and Miranda] Give me your hands:\nLet grief and sorrow still embrace his heart\nThat doth not wish you joy !\nGonzalo. Be it SO ! Amen !\n[Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain\na mazed ly following.]\nO, look, sir, look, sir! here is more of us:\nI prophesied, if a gallows were on land,\nThis fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy.\nThat swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?\nHast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?\nBoatswain. The best news is, that we have safely found\nOur king and company ; the next, our ship —\nWhich, but three glasses since, we gave out split —\nIs tight and yare and bravely rigg'd as when\nWe first put out to sea\nAriel. [Aside to Prospero] Sir, all this service\nHave I done since I went.\nProspero. [Aside to Ariel] My tricksy spirit!\nAlonso. These are not natural events; they strengthen\nFrom strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?\nBoatswain. If I did think, sir, I were well awake,\nI 'Id strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep.\nAnd— how we know not— all clapp'd under hatches ;100","text_extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:52.464Z","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":"01KG8AZX77ACVQPC1FN0B6X1SE","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AZXBD62A2WECNH95M32KS","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:54:52.711Z","ts":"2026-01-30T21:03:33.006Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFFH6ETXGRVD10WPNP3007D6"}}