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PERSONS OF THE DRAMA.
ALONSO, king of Naples.
ANTONIO, his brother, the usurping duke of Milan.
FERDINAND, Son to the king of Naples.
MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero.
ARIEL, an airy spirit.
CALIBAN, a savage and deformed slave.
TRINCULO, a jester.
STEPHANO, a drunken butler.
Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
SCENE I.-On a ship at sea.
Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain.
SCENE,-The sea, with a ship; afterwards an uninhabited island.
Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-sail; Tend to the master's whistle.-Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!
Other spirits attending on Prospero.
Enter ALONZO, 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 SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we shall 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. 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 top-mast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main-course.-4 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, lent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; tho' the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstaunched wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off.
Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
Enter Mariners wet.
Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all
For our case is as theirs.
Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by
This wide-chapped rascal ;--'Would thou might'st
Gon. He'll be hanged yet ;
Though every drop of water swear against it,
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 am more better inso-Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father.
Mira. More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Pro. 'Tis time
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. [Exit.
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
Pro. Be collected;
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
Mira. O, woe the day!
That my remembrance warrants: Had I not
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve
Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
Mira. Sir, are not you my father?
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
But blessedly holp hither.
Mira. O, my heart bleeds
To think of the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, further.
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle call'd An-
I pray thee, mark me,—that a brother should
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd
Mira. O, the heavens !
And him he played it for, he needs will be
What foul play had we, that we came from Absolute Milan: Me, poor man!-my library thence? Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
Mira. Sir, most heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits,
Or else new form'd them: having both the key
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
Or blessed was't, we did?
Pro. Both, both, my girl:
He thinks me now incapable: confederates
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples,
To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
Mira. O, the heavens!
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me,
If this might be a brother.
Mira. I should sin
pray thee, mark me.
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
To think but nobly of my grandmother :
Pro. Now the condition.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
Mira. Alack, for pity!
I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Pro. Hear a little further,
And then I'll bring thee to the present business, Which now's upon us; without the which, this story
Were most impertinent.
Mira. O, good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all de-
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
Mira. Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?
Pro. Well demanded, wench;
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they
(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
Mira. Alack! what trouble
Was I then to you!
Pro. By Providence divine.
Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
Out of his charity, (who being then appointed
Pro. O! a cherubim
Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
Mira. How came we ashore?
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
Pro. Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.
Pro. My brave spirit!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet,
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I And his great person perish.