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SCENE I. a ship at sea : a tempestuous noise

of thunder and lightning heard.
Enter a Ship-Master and a Boatswain.
Mast. Boatswain !
Boats. Here, inaster :: what cheer?*

* Fortune. Mast. Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely, * or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.

*Readily. [Exit. Enter Mariners. Boats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts ! yare, yare !* Take in the topsail. Tend to the master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!


AND, 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 cares 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 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.

Éxit. 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. Íf 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.

40 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, incharitable dog !

Boats. Work you then.

Ant. Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker ! 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. Incontinent.

Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold ! set her two courses off to sea again ; lay her off.

Enter Mariners wet. Mariners. All lost! to prayers, to prayers ! all lost !

Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?
Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let's

assist them,
For our case is as theirs.

I'm out of patience. Ant. We are merely* cheated of our lives by drunkards :



This wide-chapp'd rascal-would thou mightst lie drowning

60 The washing of ten tides ! Gon.

He'll be hang'd yet, Though every drop of water swear against it And gape at widest 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. Seb. Let's take leave of him.

[Exeunt Ant. and Seb. Gon. 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. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The island. Before PROSPERO's cell.

Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. Thesky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's

cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer; a brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her, •Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish’d. Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere It should the good ship so have swallow'd and The fraughting* souls within her. *Freighted. Pros.

Be collected: No more amazement: tell your piteous heart There's no harm done. Mir.

O, woe the day! Pros.

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

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Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father.

More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.

'Tis time I should inform thee farther: Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.


[Lays down his mantle. Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have

comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision* in mine art So safely ordered that there is no soulNo, not so much perdition as an hair Betidt to any creature in the vessel

tHappened. Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink.

Sit down ;
For thou must now know farther.

You have often
Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisition.* *Inquiry
Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'

The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell? I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not 40. Out* three years old.

Quite. Mir.

Certainly, sir, I can. Pros. By what? by any other house or person? Of any thing the image tell me that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mir.

'Tis far off And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants. Had I not Four or five women once that tended me? Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But

how is it That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else In the dark backward* and abysm of time? Past. If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,


How thou camest here thou mayst.

But that I do not. Pros. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve

year since,
Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
A prince of power.

Sir, are not you my father?
Pros. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She said thou wast my daughter ; and thy father
Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir
And princess no worse issued.

O the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did ? Pros.

Both, both, my girl : 61 By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved

thence, But blessedly holp* hither.

*Helped Mir.

O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen* that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance ! Please you, farther.

*Grief. Pr. 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 loved and to him put The manage of my state ; as at that time 70 Through all the signories 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 udy, The government I cast upon my brother And to my state grew stranger, being transported And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleDost thou attend* me?

*Listen to. Mir.

Sir, most heedfully. Pros. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them, who to advance and who 80 To trash* for over-topping, new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed

'em, Or else new form'd 'em ; having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts i’ the state


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