The Tempest – If by your art, my dearest Owner

The Tempest

 

Shakespeare

Prospero conjures a storm that tears apart a boat filled with people. Prospero’s daughter, Miranda, pleads with him to stop the storm to save those who were tossed into the sea from the boat.

Miranda
If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to th’ welkin’s cheek,
Dashes the fire out. Oh, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer. A brave vessel
Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her
Dashed all to pieces. Oh, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere
It should the good ship so have swallowed and
The fraughting souls within her.

Dogspeare

Mia doesn’t like the vacuum cleaner. She describes how loud it is and how it sucks up pieces of food she could have eaten.

 
 
Mia
If by your art, my dearest Owner, you have
Put the wild vacuum in this roar, allay it.
The beast, it seems, would roar out shrieking pitch,
But that the rug, closing off th’ creature’s snout,
Muffles the sound out. Oh, I have suffered
With treats that I saw sucked up. A grand morsel
Which had, no doubt, some tasty chicken in it,
Gone all the pieces. Oh, the Vroom did pull
Against my very heart! Poor crumbs, they vanished.
Had I been any dog of muster, I would
Have chewed the plug within its crux or ere
It should the good mess so have swallowed and
The luscious treats within her.

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