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SEB. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphe
mous, incharitable dog! Boats. Heigh, my hearts ! cheerly, cheerly, Boats. Work you, then. my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail ! Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent Tend to the master's whistle! [Exeunt Mariners.] noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! thou art.
Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning ; though Enter ALONSO, FERDINAND, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO,
the ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as GONZALO, and others.
leaky as an unstanched wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold ! set her two ALON. Good boatswain, have care. Where's | courses ! off to sea again ; lay her off! the master ? Play the men. Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Re-enter Mariners, wet. Ant. Where is the master, boson ?
Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our Mar. All lost ! to prayers, to prayers! all lost ! labour : keep your cabins : you do assist the
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold ? Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let's Boats. When the sea is. Hence! what care
assist them, these roarers for the name of king ? To cabin : | For our case is as theirs. silence! trouble us not.
I'm out of patience. Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by aboard.
drunkards :Boats. None that I more love than myself. This wide-chapp'd rascal,—would thou mightst lie You are a counsellor ;—if you can command these
drowning, elements to silence, and work the peace of the The washing of ten tides ! present, we will not hand a rope more; use your
He'll be hang'd yet, authority: if you cannot, give thanks you have Though every drop of water swear against it, lived so long, and make yourself ready in your And gape at wid'st to glut him. cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. - [A confused noise within. -Mercy on us !Cheerly, good hearts !-Out of our way, I say. I We split, we split !- Farewell, my wife and chil
dren ! Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow ; | Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we split !- (1) methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him ;
[Exit Boatswain. his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Erit. good Fate, to his hanging ! make the rope of his SEB. Let's take leave of him. (Exit. destiny our cable, for our own doth little advan Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of tage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case sea for an acre of barren ground,—long heath, is miserable.
[Exeunt. brown furze, anything. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.
[Erit. Re-enter Boatswain.
Boats. Down with the topmast ! yare ; lower, lower! Bring her to try with main-course !a [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather or our office.
SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. | Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you
have Yet again ! what do you here? shall we give | Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. o'er and drown ? have you a mind to sink ? The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
a Bring her to try with main-course!) It has been proposed to read, ** Bring her to; try with the main-course;" but see a passage from Hakluyt's Voyages, 1598, quoted by Malone :it and when the barke had way, we cut the hawser and so gate the sea to our friend, and tryed oul al that day with our maine corse."
b If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay thein.] These lines are not metrical, and sound but gratingly on the ear. | It would be an improvement perhaps if we read them thus,
" If by your art, my dearest father, you
Have put the wild waters in this roar, allay them."
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,a | It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
The fraughting souls within her. With those that I saw suffer ! a brave vessel,
Be collected ; Who had, no doubt, some noble creatures* in her, No more amazement: tell your piteous heart Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
There's no harm done. Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perish’d! MIRA.
0, woe the day! Had I been any god of power, I would
No harm. Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
(*) Old text, creature.
" the fire, and cracks
Seem to besiege," &c.
the sky's ordnance, “the fire and cracks," assault the "mighty Neptune," Crack, in the emphatic sense it formerly bore of crash, discharge, or explosion, is very common in our old writers; thus, in Marlowe's "Tamburlaine the Great," Part I. Act IV. Sc. 2,
"As when a fiery exhalation,
Wrapt in the bowels of a freezing cloud
Fighting for passage, makes the welkin cracke." Again, in some verses prefixed to Coryat's “ Crudities," –
"Askewed engine mathematicall
To draw up words that make the welkin cracke." And in Taylor's Superbiæ Flagellum, 1630,
" Yet every Reall heav'nly Thundercracke,
Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter,—who | Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
Sir, are not you my father ? Than Prospero, master of a full-poor cell,
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and And thy no greater father.
She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father Mina.
More to know Was duke of Milan ; and his only heir Did never meddle with my thoughts.
A princess," no worse issued. Pro. 'Tis time MIRA.
O, the heavens ! I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, What foul play had we, that we came from thence? And pluck my magic garment from me.--So; Or blessed was’t we did ? [Lays down his robe. Pro.
Both, both, my girl : Lie thero, my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes ; have | By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heay'd thence; comfort,
But blessedly holp hither. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd MIRA.
O, my heart bleeds The very virtue of compassion in thee,
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, I have with such provision in mine art
Which is from my remembrance ! Please you, So enfely order'd, that there is no soul-4
further. No, not so much perdition as an hair,
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call’d AnBetid to any creature in the vessel
tonio, Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. | I pray thee, mark me,—that a brother should Sit down ;
Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself, For thou must now know further.
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put Mira,
You have often The manage of my state; as, at that time, Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd,
Through all the signiories it was the first,And left me to a bootless inquisition,
And Prospero the prime duke ;-being so reputed Concluding, Stay, not yet.
In dignity, and for the liberal arts The hour's now come; Without a parallel : those being all my study, The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ;
The government I cast upon my brother, Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember And to my state grew stranger, being transported I time before we came unto this cell ?
And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleI do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not Dost thou attend me? Out three years old.
Sir, most heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits,
To trash' for over-topping,-new created Ilash kept with thy remembrance.
The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd 'em, Mira,
"Tis far off, Or else new form d 'em ; having both the key And rather like a dream than an assurance
Of officer and office, set all hearts i the state That my remembrance warrants. Had I not To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was Four or tive women once that tended me?
The iry which had hid my princely trunk, Pro, Thou hadst, and more, Miranda, But And suck'd my verdure out on't.—Thou attend'st how is it
not. That this lives in thy mind! What see'st thou else Mira. O good sir, I do. In the dark backward and abysm of time!
I pray thee, mark me. If thou remember'st aught or thou can't here, I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated How thou cam'st here thou maisto
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
But that I do not. With that, which, but by being so retir'd, The Twelve year since: Miranda, ewehe year O'er-prix'd all popular rate, in my false brother
Awak'd an evil nature ; and my trust,
pouy- To elog or impede, lest they
The expression to tra is a hunting resent day sportsmen check the speed of very are ed a dangerous round their decks,
er her: Sormerly they effected the tu then retht, sometimes called in jest a
Like a good parent, did beget of him
I, not rememb’ring how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again : it is a hint
Hear a little further, Not only with what my revenue yielded,
And then I'll bring thee to the present business But what my power might else exact,—like one Which now's upon us; without the which, this Who having unto truth, by telling of it,
story Made such a sinner of his memory,
Were most impertinent. To credit his own lie,“ _ he did believe
Wherefore did they not He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution, That hour destroy us? And executing the outward face of royalty,
Well demanded, wench : With all prerogative :-hence his ambition grow- | My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst ing,
not,Dost thou hear ?
So dear the love my people bore me,-nor set MIRA. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. A mark so bloody on the business; but Pro. To have no screen between this part he With colours fairer painted their foul ends, play'd
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark, And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd Absolute Milan. Me, poor man! my library A rotten carcass of a boat,* not rigg'd, Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats He thinks me now incapable; confederates Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us, (So dry he was for sway) with the * king of To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh Naples,
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, To give him annual tribute, do him homage ; Did us but loving wrong. Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
Alack, what trouble The dukedom, yet unbow'd,-alas, poor Milan ! - | Was I then to you? To most ignoble stooping.
O, a cherubin MIRA.
O the heavens ! Thou wast that did preserve me! Thou didst Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then
smile, tell me,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven, If this might be a brother.
When I have deck'do the sea with drops full salt; MIRA.
I should sin
Under my burthen groan’d; which rais'd in me To think but nobly of my grandmother :
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.
How came we ashore ? This king of Naples, being an enemy
Pro. By Providence divine. To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, Out of his charity,—who being then appointed Should presently extirpate me and mine
Master of this design,-did give us ; with Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan, Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, With all the honours, on my brother: whereon, Which since have steaded much ; so, of his genA treacherous army levied, one midnight
tleness, Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, From mine own library, with volumes that The ministers for the purpose hurried thence I prize above my dukedom. Me, and thy crying self.
Would I might MIRA.
Alack, for pity ! But ever see that man !
(*) Old text omits, the.
To credit his own lie,-)
" like one
(*) Old text, Butt. and this emendation is entitled to more respect than it has received.
bIn lieu-) In lieu means here, in querdon, or consideration; not as it usually signifies, instead, or in place.
c Faled to the purpose, Mr. Collier's annctator reads," Fated to the practice;" and as “ purpose" is repeated two lines below, the substitution is an improvement.
d In few,- To be brief; in a frw words.
e Deck'd- Decked, if not a corruption for degged, an old provincialism, probably meant the same, that is, sprinkled.
PRO. [ Aside to ARIEL, above.] Now I arise :-a!
ARI. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail !
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride MIRA. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I | On the curl'd clouds,—to thy strong bidding, task pray you, sir,
Ariel, and all his quality. For still 'tis beating in my mind,—your reason Pro.
Hast thou, spirit, For raising this sea-storm ?
Perform’d to point the tempest that I bade thee? PRO.
Know thus far forth. ARI. To every article.
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
And burn in many places ; on the topmast,
The yards, and bowsprit,* would I fame distinctly, If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Then meet, and join.(3) Jove's lightnings, t the Will ever after droop.—Here cease more ques
precursors tions :
O’ the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Thou art inclin’d to sleep ; 't is a good dulness, And sight-outrunning were not : the fire, and And give it way;—I know thou canst not choose.—
cracks [MIRANDA sleeps. Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Come away, servant, come! I am ready now : Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Approach, my Ariel ; come !
Yea, his dread trident shake.
(t) Old text, Lightening.
* Now I arise :-) The purport of these words has never been satisfactorily explained, because they have been always understood as addressed to Miranda. If we suppose them directed not to her,
at aside to Ariel, who has entered, in visible except to Prospero, after having
“Perform'd to point the tempest," and whose arrival occasions Prospero to operate his sleepy charm
upon Miranda, they are perfectly intelligible. That they were so intended becomes almost certain from Prospero's language presently, when the charm has taken effect,
“ Come away, servant, come! I am ready now:
Approach, my Ariel; come !"