Prospero: "Oh by the heavens, I should've seen this coming!!" Miranda: WAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
You have been exiled from your throne. Be gone!!!
We shall be avenged, my little cherubim!!!!
"DADA.......Pbbbtttt" *Spits up*
"I told you my dear, we would be avenged! *Smirks*
Curse you Poseidon!!!
"Oh dear god, those poor helpless people, What have you done??"
"This King of Naples, being an enemy To inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises Of homage and I know not how much tribute, Should presently extirpate me and mine Out of dukedom, and confer fair Milan, With all honours, on my brother: whereon, A treacherous army levied, on midnight Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open The gates of Milan; and i' the dead of darkness, .... Me and thy dying self."
"Well demanded, wench: My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not; So dear the love my people bore me; nor set A mark so bloody on the business; but With colours fairer painted thier foul ends. In few, they hurried us aboard a bark, Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Instinctictively have quit it; there they hoist us..."
"If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in the roar, allay them. The sky , it seems, to pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O' the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perish'd!"