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WILLIAM GEORGE CLARK.
WILLIAM ALDIS WRIGIIT.
Trinity College, CAMBRIDGE,
ALONSO, King of Naples.
Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
my hearts !
If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.
[Exeunt. SCENE I. On a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.
Boats. Down with the topmast! yare! lower, Enter a Ship-Master and a Boatswain.
lower! Bring her to try with main-course. (Å Mast. Boatswain !
cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they Boats. Here, master: what cheer?
are louder than the weather or our office.
40 Mast. Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir,
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. bestir.
[Exit. Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give
o'er and drown? Have you a mind to sink? Enter Mariners.
Seb. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasBoats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, phemous, incharitable dog! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Boats.
then. Tend to the master's whistle. Blow, till thou Ani. Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, inburst thy wind, if room enough!
solen: noisemaker! We are less afraid to be
drowned than thou art. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, ANTONIO, FERDIN
Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though AND, GONZALO, and others.
the ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's leaky as an unstanched wench. the master? Play the men.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two Boats. I pray now, keep below.
courses off to sea again; lay her off. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain? Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our
Enter Mariners wet. labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Mariners, All lost! to prayers, to prayers ! Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
all lost! Boits. When the sea is. Hence! What cares Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? tiese roarers for the name of king? To cabin : Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let's silence! trouble us not.
assist them, Gon. Cood, yet remember whom thou hast | For our case is as theirs. aboard.
I'm out of patience. Boats. None that I more love than myself. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by You are a counsellor; if you can command these drunkards: elements to silence, and work the peace of the This wide-chapp'd rascal—would thou mightst present, we will not hand a rope more; use your
60 authority: if you cannot, give thanks you have | The washing of ten tides! lived so long, and make yourself ready in your
He'll be hang'd yet, cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Though every drop of water swear against it Cheerly, good hearts! Out of our way,
say. And gape at widest to glut him.
(E.xit. (A confused noise within: ‘Mercy on us !-Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: We split, we split!'—Farewell my wife and methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him;
children!'his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, Farewell, brother!'-We split, we split, we good Fate, to his hanging: make the rope of his split!') destiny our cable, for our own doth little advant- Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
Seb. Let's take leave of him.
Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. [Exeunt Ant. and Seb. how is it Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, In the dark backward and abysm of time?
50 brown furze, any thing. The wills above be If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here, done ! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exeunt. How thou camest here thou mayst.
But that I do not. SCENE II. The island. Before PROSPERO's cell. Pros. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve
Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
Sir, are not you my father? The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Pros. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, She said thou wast my daughter; and thy sather Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir With those that I saw suffer : a brave vessel, And princess no worse issued. Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her, Mir.
O the heavens ! Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd. Or blessed was't we did? Had I been any god of power, I would
Both, both, my girl : 61 Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved It should the good ship so have swallow'd and
thence, The fraughting souls within her.
But blessedly holp hither.
0, my heart bleeds No more amazement: tell your piteous heart To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, There's no harın done.
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, Mir. O, woe the day!
No harm. Pr. My brother and thy uncle, call’d AntonioI have done nothing but in care of thee,
I pray thee, mark me-that a brother should Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who Be so perfidious !-he whom next thyself Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Of all the world I loved and to him put Of whence I am, nor that I am more better The manage of my state; as at that time
70 Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, 20 Through all the signories it was the first And thy no greater father.
And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed Mir. More to know
In dignity, and for the liberal arts Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Without a parallel; those being all my study, Pros. 'Tis time The government I
cast upon my brother I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, And to my state grew stranger, being transported And pluck my magic garment from me. So:
And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-[Lays down his mantle. Dost thou attend me? Lic there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have Nir.
Sir, most heedfully. comfort.
Pros. Being once perfected how to grant suits, The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd How to deny them, who to advance and who 80 The very virtue of compassion in thee,
To trash for over-topping, new created I have with such provision in mine art
The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed So safely ordered that there is no soul
'em, No, not so much perdition as an hair
30 Or else new form’d'em; having both the key Betid to any creature in the vessel
Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was Sit down;
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, For thou must now know farther.
And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st Mir.
You have often
not. Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
Mir. O, good sir, I do. And left me to a bootless inquisition,
I pray thee, mark me. Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated Pros.
The hour's now come; To closeness and the bettering of my mind 90 The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; With that which, but by being so retired, Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother A time before we came unto this cell?
Awaked an evil nature; and my trust,
A falsehood in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had indeed no limit, Pros. By what? by any other house or person? | A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Of any thing the image tell me that
Not only with what my revenue yielded, Hath kept with thy remembrance.
But what my power might else exact, like one Nir.
'Tis far off + Who having into truth, by tellling of it,
He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitutin,