'Tis time I should inform thee farther.Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.So: Lays down his mantle Lie there,my art.Wipe thou thine eyes;have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck,which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely ordered that there is no soul-- No,not so much perdition as an hair Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry,which thou saw'st sink.Sit down; For thou must now know farther. MIRANDA You have often Begun to tell me what I am,but stopp'd And left me to a bootless inquisition, Concluding 'Stay:not yet.' PROSPERO The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey and be attentive.Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell? I do not think thou canst,for then thou wast not Out three years old. MIRANDA Certainly,sir,I can. PROSPERO By what?by any other house or person? Of any thing the image tell me that Hath kept with thy remembrance. MIRANDA 'Tis far off And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants.Had I not Four or five women once that tended me? PROSPERO Thou hadst,and more,Miranda.But how is it That this lives in thy mind?What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here, How thou camest here thou mayst.'Tis time I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me. So: Lays down his mantle Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely ordered that there is no soul-- No, not so much perdition as an hair Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down; For thou must now know farther. MIRANDA You have often Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd And left me to a bootless inquisition, Concluding 'Stay: not yet.' PROSPERO The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell? I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not Out three years old. MIRANDA Certainly, sir, I can. PROSPERO By what? by any other house or person? Of any thing the image tell me that Hath kept with thy remembrance. MIRANDA 'Tis far off And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants. Had I not Four or five women once that tended me? PROSPERO Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here, How thou camest here thou mayst