{411}{478}Knowing I lov'd my books, {478}{545}he furnish'd me from mine own library {545}{630}with volumes that I prize|above my dukedom. {672}{723}A Book of Water {792}{855}This is a waterproof-covered book {865}{943}which has lost its colour|by much contact with water. {984}{1080}It is full of investigative drawings|and exploratory text {1099}{1163}written on many different|thicknesses of paper. {1212}{1291}There are drawings of every|conceivable watery association {1304}{1359}seas, tempests, streams, canals, {1377}{1438}shipwrecks, floods and tears. {1468}{1499}As the pages are turned, {1499}{1561}there are rippling waves|and slanting storms. {1578}{1671}Rivers and cataracts flow and bubble. {1663}{1717}Plans of hydraulic machinery {1717}{1808}and maps of weather-forecasting|flicker with arrows, {1808}{1868}symbols and agitated diagrams. {1898}{1981}The drawings are all made|by the same hand, {2009}{2102}bounded into a book|by the King of France at Ambois {2122}{2234}and bought by the Milanese Dukes|to give to Prospero {2250}{2282}as a wedding present. {2440}{2517}B o a t s w a i n ! B o a t s w a i n !|B o a t s w a i n ! {2542}{2620}Boatswain! Boatswain!|Boatswain! {2688}{2783}Boatswain! {2853}{2891}Boatswain!|Boatswain! {2915}{2953}Boatswain! {2993}{3044}Boatswain! {3155}{3187}Boatswain! {3348}{3389}Here, master; what cheer? {3511}{3569}Here, master; what cheer? {3590}{3627}Good! Speak to th' mariners; {3631}{3665}Good! Speak to th' mariners; {3685}{3773}fall to't yarely,|or we run ourselves aground; {3778}{3858}fall to't yarely,|or we run ourselves aground; {3983}{4019}Down with the topmast {4043}{4076}bestir, bestir {4101}{4146}Yare, lower, lower! {4165}{4186}bestir, bestir {4221}{4258}Bring her to try wi' th' maincourse. {4286}{4332}A plague upon this howling! {4332}{4390}They are louder|than the weather or our office. {4414}{4469}Yet again! What do you here? {4469}{4541}Shall we give o'er, and drown?|Have you a mind to sink? {4570}{4686}A pox o' your throat, you bawling,|blasphemous, incharitable dog! {4764}{4799}Work you, then. {4837}{4876}Hang, cur;hang, {4892}{4961}we are less afraid to be|drown'd than thou art. {4965}{5027}Methinks he hath no drowning|mark upon him; {5030}{5088}his complexion is perfect gallows {5116}{5181}fall to't yarely,|or we run ourselves aground. {5185}{5221}bestir, bestir {5266}{5308}Heigh, my hearts! {5326}{5383}cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! {5406}{5447}Take in the topsail. {5461}{5506}Tend to th' master's whistle. {5528}{5601}Blow till thou burst thy wind,|if room enough. {5657}{5732}Bound in a gold cloth and very heavy, {5736}{5820}this book has some eighty|shining mirrored pages; {5824}{5931}some opaque, some translucent,|some manufactured with silvered papers, {5935}{6060}some covered in a film of mercury|that will roll off the page unless treated cautiously. {6064}{6194}Some mirrors simply reflect the reader,|some reflect the reader as he will be in a year's time, {6198}{6312}as he would be if he were a child, a monster, or an angel. {6332}{6382}Where is the master, boson? {6397}{6487}Do you not hear him?|You mar our labour; {6491}{6592}keep your cabins;|you do assist the storm. {6638}{6759}What cares these roarers for the name of king? {6859}{6955}To cabin! silence! Trouble us not. {6961}{7056}Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard. {7060}{7129}None that I more love than myself. {7133}{7237}If you can command these elements to silence,|and work the peace of the present, {7241}{7305}we will not hand a rope more. {7309}{7369}Use your authority; {7387}{7479}if you cannot,|give thanks you have liv'd so long, {7483}{7588}and make yourself ready in your cabin|for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. {7592}{7661}Out of our way, I say. {7776}{7876}Take in the topsail. Tend|to th' master's whistle. {7876}{7933}Cheerly, good hearts!|bestir, bestir {7935}{8014}Heigh, my hearts!|Trouble us not. {8018}{8142}Methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him;|his complexion is perfect gallows. {8146}{8272}All lost! to prayers, to prayers!|- What, must our mouths be cold? {8276}{8393}...we run ourselves aground;|- Tend to th' master's whistle. {15942}{16044}We split, we split, we split! {17930}{17955}3. A Memoria Technica called|Architecture and Other Music {17955}{18023}When the pages are opened in this book, {18023}{18107}plans and diagrams|spring up fully-formed. {18118}{18262}There are definitive models of buildings|constantly shaded by moving cloud-shadow. {18266}{18361}lights flicker in nocturnal urban landscapes {18365}{18454}and music is played in the halls and towers. {19435}{19531}If by your art, my dearest father, {19535}{19646}you have Put the wild waters in this roar,|allay them. {19650}{19754}The sky, it seems,|would pour down stinking pitch, {19758}{19891}but that the sea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek,|dashes the fire out. {19895}{19994}O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer! {19998}{20122}A brave vessel, Who had no|doubt some noble creature in her, {20122}{20164}dash'd all to pieces! {20191}{20310}Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea {20314}{20409}for an acre of barren ground - {20413}{20514}long heath, brown furze, any thing. {20544}{20693}The wills above be done,|but I would fain die dry death. {20723}{20869}Had I been any god of power, I would have sunk|the sea within the earth {20873}{20948}or ere it should the good|ship so have swallow'd {20948}{21024}and the fraughting souls within her. {21162}{21206}Be conected; {21250}{21309}No more amazement; {21333}{21444}tell your piteous heart There's no harm done. {21461}{21507}No harm. {21517}{21605}I have done nothing but in care of thee, {21615}{21719}Of thee, my dear one,|thee, my daughter, {21741}{21858}who Art ignorant of what thou art,|nought knowing Of whence I am, {21870}{21959}nor that I am more better Than Prospero, {21963}{22095}master of a full poor cell,|And thy no greater father. {22487}{22574}'Tis time I should inform thee farther. {22598}{22707}Lend thy hand,|And pluck my magic garment from me. {22906}{22946}So, {22990}{23075}Lie there my art. {24399}{24494}Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. {24513}{24564}The direful spectacle of the wreck, {24564}{24666}which touch'd The very|virtue of compassion in thee, {24670}{24797}I have with such provision in mine art|So safely ordered {24801}{24936}that there is no soul- No,|not so much perdition as an hair {24940}{25002}betid to any creature in the vessel {25002}{25088}Which thou heard'st cry,|which thou saw'st sink. {25340}{25394}for thou must now know farther. {25698}{25748}The hour's now come. {25772}{25856}The very minute bids thee ope thine ear. {25860}{25941}Obey, and be attentive. {26168}{26272}Canst thou remember A time|before we came unto this cell? {26276}{26395}I do not think thou canst,|for then thou wast not out three years old. {26399}{26511}Had I not four, or five, women once,|that tended me? {26515}{26575}Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. {26610}{26684}But how is it That this lives in thy mind? {26688}{26812}What seest thou else In the dark backward|and abysm of time? {26821}{26897}If thou rememb'rest aught,|ere thou cam'st here, {26897}{26973}How thou cam'st here thou mayst. {27109}{27170}Twelve year since, Miranda, {27533}{27642}twelve year since, Thy father was the Duke of Milan, {27603}{27727}and A prince of power. {27750}{27811}Thy mother was a piece of virtue, {27818}{27881}and she said thou wast my daughter; {27895}{27920}8. An Alphabetical Inventory of the Dead {27920}{28001}8. An Alphabetical Inventory of the Dead|This is a funereal volume. {28002}{28102}It contains all the names of the dead,|who have lived on earth. {28109}{28148}The first name is Adam {28158}{28229}and the last is Susannah, {28236}{28271}Prospero's wife. {28286}{28420}My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio - {28439}{28562}I pray thee, mark me that a brother|should be so perfidious. {28633}{28742}He, whom next thyself|Of all the world I lov'd, {28750}{28817}and to him put the manage of my state; {28794}{28910}as at that time Through all the signories it was the first, {28913}{29016}and Prospero the prime duke,|being so reputed {29018}{29116}in dignity, and for the liberal|arts without a parallel, {29129}{29184}those being all my study- {29195}{29340}The government I cast upon my brother|and to my state grew stranger, {29360}{29473}being transported and rapt in secret studies. {29487}{29565}The Book of Colours|This is a large book bound in watered silk. {29573}{29691}300 pages cover the colour spectrum|in finely differentiated shades {29656}{29763}moving from black back to black again. {29881}{29931}This is a thick, brown, leather-covered book, {29957}{29994}stippled with gold numbers. {30018}{30070}The pages flicker with logarithmic figures. {30089}{30236}Angles are measured by needle-thin metal pendulums,|activated by magnets. {30325}{30366}6. An Atlas Belonging to Orpheus|This atlas is full of maps of Hell. {30375}{30476}It was used when Orpheus journeyed|into the Underworld to find Eurydice, {30483}{30558}and the maps are scorched and charred by Hellfire {30569}{30624}and marked with the teeth-bites of Cerberus. {30764}{30846}Vesalius produced the first authoritative anatomy book; {30872}{30969}it is astonishing in its detail, macabre in its single mindedness. {31028}{31077}This Anatomy of Birth, {31082}{31184}a second volume, is even|more disturbing and heretical. {31204}{31262}It concentrates on the mysteries o f birth. {31281}{31365}It is full of descriptive drawings|of the workings of the human body {31387}{31543}which, when the pages open,|move and throb and bleed. {31615}{31653}It is a banned book {31653}{31749}that queries the unnecessary|processes of ageing, {31765}{31832}bemoans the wastages associated with progeneration, {31855}{31933}condemns the pain...
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