
A passage from Act V, Scene I of Shakespeare's The Tempest shows Prospero turning injury into a deliberate choice of mercy.
Now does my project gather to a head:My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease.Pros. I did say so, When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and's followers?Ari. Confined together In the same fashion as you gave in charge, Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir, In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell; They cannot budge till your release. The king, His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted, And the remainder mourning over them, Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly Him that you term'd, sir, "The good old lord, Gonzalo;" His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em, That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender.Pros. Dost thou think so, spirit?Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.Pros. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel: My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves.
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