“I have suffered / With those that I saw suffer” (The Tempest, II.i.5-6)

I will call you Miranda, as you feel
Others’ pain: a yelping dog or distant
Friend’s sorrow, this is your heartache’s domain.
And you, and I, do we suffer as they?
On this island of others, no magic
Power is mine: protection, provision,
I offer these with no authority;
And I am no dashing young handsome prince.

And yet we prosper: rough seas cast us here
But no chains torment; superior to none,
Nor you nor I inferior each to each.
Then, Love, let us be brave in this new world -
Three months of storm-cloud skies have not drowned us;
Others deal treachery, we have found us.