Boats. I pray now, keep below. Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Hence! What care Gon. Nay, good, be patient. Boats. When the sea is. 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. [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. Boats. Down with the topmast: yare; lower, Re-enter Boatswain. MIRANDA, daughter to PROSPERO. ARIEL, an airy Spirit. IRIS, CERES, JUNO, Nymphs, Reapers, } Spirits. Other Spirits attending on PROSIHRO. afterwards an uninhabited Island. 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, incharitable 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! courses: off to sea again; lay her off. Re-enter Mariners, wet. Set her two THE TEMPEST. SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Pro. No more amazement. Mira. Be collected: Tell your piteous heart, O, woe the day! No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, Mira. More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd I have with such provision in mine art So safely order'd, that there is no soul No, not so much perdition as a hair, Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down; For thou must now know farther. Mira. You have often Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd, Pro. The The hour's now come; 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 Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Mira. 'Tis far off; And rather like a dream, than an assurance But that I do not. By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; Mira. Without a parallel: those being all my study, And to my state grew stranger, being transported, Mira. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, [not. But what my power might else exact,-like one, To credit his own lie,--he did believe He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution, |