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MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero.
Other spirits attending on Prospero.
Scene.— The Sea, with a Ship; after.
wards an Island.
Master. 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, are : Take in the topsail : Tend to the master's' whistle.— Blow 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 ?
Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin : silence ; trouble us not.
Play the men.
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.
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 for drowning ; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold : set her two courses ; off to sea again ; lay her off.
Entey Mariners, wet.
Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist them,
I am out of patience.
He'll be hang'd yet ;
] 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 beath, brown furze, anything: The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death,
[Exit. SCENE II.-The Island : before the Cell of Prospero.
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA,
O, woe the day!
More to know
(Lays down his mantle.
You have often
The bour's now come;
thine ear; Obey, and be attentive.
Canst thou remember
Out three years old.
Certainly, sir, I can.
'T is far off ;
Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: But how is it
But that I do not.
Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
Sir, are not you my father?
Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
O, the heavens!
Both, both, my girl ;
O, my heart bleeds
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,-
Sir, most heedfully.