Epigraph
“Beseech you, be merry: we have cause
Of joy: for our escape
Is much beyond our loss: our hint of woe
Is common: every day, some sailor’s wife,
The masters of some merchant, and the merchant
Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle,
I mean our preservation, few in millions
Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort.”
—Tempest.
Note
Archaic and dialect spellings remain as printed. Punctuation has been normalised. Significant errors have been noted at the end of the text. A table of contents has been provided below: