Tempest behind the wheels

I was sitting there in that awful piece of metal inside, trapped, waiting for my old man coming from shopping, and had that one idea in mind - to stretch my legs in front of the fireplace, away from rain and wind and read a nice Shakespeare, for example The Tempest  that goes like this:

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an
acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any
thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain
die a dry death.

Gonzalo was right, there is a limit to everything, even loneliness and dangers of the sea in favour of the beloved ground and dry land.