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TEMPEST.

ACT I. SCENE I

On a Ship at Sea.

A tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard's Enter a Ship-master, and a Boatswain.

B

MASTER.

Datswain.

Boats. Here master: what cheer Maft. Good, speak to th' mariners fall to't, yarely, or we run our felves

a-ground; beftir, bestir,

Enter Mariners.

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Boats. Hey my hearts, cheerly my hearts; yare, yare; take in the top-fail; tend to th' master's whistle; blow 'till thou burft thy wind, if room enough,

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Enter

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinand,
Gonzalo, and others.

Alon. Good Boatswain have care: where's the ma fter? 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 affift the storm. Gonz. Nay, good be patient.

Boats. When the fea is. Hence, what care thefe Roarers for the name of King? to cabin; filence; trouble us not.

If

Gonz. Good: yet remember whom thou haft aboard. Boats. None that I more love than my self. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to filence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand rope more; ufe your authority. you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd fo long, and make your felf ready in your cabin for the mifchance of the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly good hearts: out of our way, I fay. [Exit.

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Gonz. 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 [Exit.

to be hang'd, our cafe is miferable.

Re-enter Boatswain.

Boats. Down with the top-mast: yare, lower, lower; bring her to try with main-course. A plague upon this howling

A cry within. Enter Sebastian, Anthonio, and
Gonzalo.

they are louder than the weather, or our office. Yet again? what do you here? shall we give o'er and drown? have you a mind to fink?

Set af

Sebas. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blafphemous, uncharitable dog.

Boats. Work you then.

Ant. Hang cur, hang, you whoreson infolent noifemaker; we are less afraid to be drown'd than thou

art.

Gonz. I'll warrant him for drowning, tho' the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unftanch'd wench...

Boats. Lay her a hold, a hold; fet her two courses off to fea again, lay her off.

Enter Mariners wet.

Mar. All loft! to prayers, to prayers! all loft!
Boats. What, must our Mouths be cold?

Gonz. The King and Prince at pray'rs! let us af-
fift 'em.

For our case is as theirs.

Seb. I'm out of patience.

Ant. We're meerly cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chopt rafcal would thou might't

lye drowning

The washing of ten tides!

Gonz. He'll be hang'd yet,

Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at wid'st to glut him. Mercy on us!

[A confused noise within.

We split, we split! farewel my wife and children,
Brother farewel: we split, we split, we split!
Ant. Let's all fink with the King.
Seb. Let's take leave of him.

[Exit.

Gonz. 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.

[Exit.

Mira.T

SCENE II.
The Inchanted Island.

Enter Profpero and Miranda.

by your art (my dearest father) you have Put the wild Waters in this roar, allay them:

The sky it feems would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the fea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek,
Dafhes the fire out. O! I have fuffer'd
With those that I faw fuffer: a brave vessel
(Who had, no doubt, fome noble creature in her)
Dafh'd all to pieces. Oh! the cry did knock
Against my very heart: poor fouls, they perish'd!
Had I been any God of Pow'r, I would
Have funk the fea within the earth or ere

It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
The a fraighted fouls within her.

Fro. Be collected;

No more amazement; tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done.

Mira. O wo the day!

Pro. No harm.

I have done nothing but in care of thee

(Of thee my dear one, thee my daughter) who
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Of whence I am, nor that I'm more, or better
Than Profpero, master of a full poor cell,.

And thy no greater father.

Mira. More to know

Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Pro. 'Tis time

I should inform thee farther.

And pluck my magick garment

Lend thy hand,
from me: fo!

[Lays down his mantle..

Lye there my Art. Wipe thou thine eyes, have comfort.

• fraighting.

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