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THE SEA. 



THE STOKM. 



published editions. The Tempest opens with a storm " on a ship at sea/' The fury of the 

 gale increases, and the vessel is nearly on the rocks. (< We split ! we split ! we split ! " 

 sings out the honest old Neapolitan councillor, Gonzalo, adding 



" Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, 

 Long heath, brown furze, anything. The wills above be done ! but I 

 Would fain die a dry death." 





