’Tis time
I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magic garment from me.—So: [ Lays down his mantle.]
I. 2. 25 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 order’d, that there is no [soul],
30 No, not so much perdition as an hair
[Betid] to any creature in the vessel