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Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour! keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.
Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
What care these roarers for the naine of king? To cabin : silence: trouble us not.
Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present*, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap-Cheerly, good hearts. Out of our way, I say.
[Erit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.
[Exeunt. Re-enter Boatswain, Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course. [A cry within ] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.
Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. Yet again ? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a miud to sink?
Seb. A pox o' your thiroat! you bawling, blas. plemous, uncharitable dog!
• Present instant.
Boats. Work you, then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Gon I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstaunched* wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold ; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off.
Enter Mariners, wet. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers ! all lost!
[Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us as.
Seb. I am out of patience.
drunkards. This wide-chapped rascal;—'Would, thou might'st
lie drowning, The washing of ten tides ! Gon.
He'll be hanged yet; Though every drop of water swear agaiost it, And gape at wid'st to glut him. (A confused noise within.] Mercy on us!—We split, we split - Farewell, my wife and children !-Farewell, brother !-We split, we split, we split.
Ant. Let's all sink with the king. (Erit. Seb. Let's take leave of hinı.
[Erit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for au acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: the wills above be done! but I would faiy die a dry death.
The island: before the cell of Prospero.
Enter Prospero and Miranda.
O, woe the day!
More to know
'Tis time I should ivform thee further. Lend thy land, And pluck my magic garment from me.--So;
[Lays down his mantle,
Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes'; have
You have often Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd
The hour's now come;
Certainly, sir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Miru.
'Tis far off ; And rather like a dream thap an assurance That my remembrance warrants: had I not Four or five women once, that tended me? Pro. Thou bad'st, and more, Miranda : but how
is it, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysmt of time? If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, How thou cam'st here, thou may'st. Miru.
But that I do pot. Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was
The duke of Milan, and a prince of power.
Mira. Sir, are not you my father?
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said-thou wast, my daughter; and thy father Was duke of Milan; and his only heir A princess ;-- 10 worse issued. Mira.
0, the heavens ! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did? Pro.
Both, botlı, my girl : By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither. Mira.
O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen* that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you further.
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio, I pray thee, mark me,--that a brother should Be so perfidious !—he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put The manage of my state; as, at that time, Through all the signiories it was the first, And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Without a parallel; those being all my study,' The government I.cast upon my brother, And to my state grew stranger, being transported, And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle Dost thou attend me? Mira.
Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trasht for over-topping ; vew created The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd them, Or else new forni'd them : haviug both the key of officer and office, set all hearts To what tune pleas'd bis ear; that now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,