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But when I came unto my bed,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, With toss-pots still had drunken head,
For the rain it raineth every day. A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.
ALONSO, King of Naples.
MASTER of a Ship, BOATSWAIN, SEBASTIAN, his brother.
and MARINERS. PROSPERO, the rightful Duke of
Duke of Milan.
ARIEL, an niry Spirit.
JUNO, Spirits. FRANCISCO, } Lords.
NYMPHS, CALIBAN, a savage and deformed REAPERS,J
Slave. TRINCULO, a Jester.
OTHER SPIRITs attending on Prog. STEPHANO, a drunken Butler.
SCENE.-The Sea, with a ship; afterwards, an uninhabited Island.
Enter a SHIP-MASTER and a BOATSWAIN.
Mast. Good : Speak to the mariners: fall to’t yarely,* or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.
[Exit. Enter MARINERS. Boats, Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO,
and others. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master ? Play the men. Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ?
Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour! keep your cabins : you do assist the storm.
Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name 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 vour 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.
[Exit. 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 topmast; 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 mind to sink ?
Seb. A pox o'your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog
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 unstanchedt 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 assist them, For our case is as theirs.
Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We are merelys cheated of our lives by drunkards.This wide-chapp'd rascal ;-'Would, thou mightst lie drowning, The washing of ten tides?
Gon. He'll be hanged yet; Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glut him. [A confused noise within
* Present instant.
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.
[Exit. Seb. Let's take leave of him.
[Exit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, anything: The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.
SCENE II.-The Island : before the cell of PROSPERO.
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.
But that th seems, won this roan est father SANDA.
It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
Pro. Be collected;
Pro. No harm.
Mira. More to know
Pro. 'Tis time
[Lays down his mantle.
Mira. You have often
Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd,
Pro. The hour's now come;
Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can.
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person ?
Mira. "Tis far off;
Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda : But how is it,
Mira. But that I do not.
Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since,
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
Mira, 0, the heavens !
Pro. Both, both, my girl:
Mira. O, my heart bleeds
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call’d Antonio,-