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Alonfo, king of Naples.
Sebaftian, his brother.
Profpero, the rightful duke of Milan.
Antonio, his brother, the ufurping duke of Milan.
Gonzalo, an honest old counsellor of Naples,
Caliban, a favage and deformed flave.
Trinculo, a jefter.
Stephano, a drunken butler.
Mafter of a fhip, Boatswain, and Mariners.
SCENE, the fea, with a ship; afterwards, an uninhabited island.
SCENE I. On a Ship at Sea.
Enter a SHIP-MASTER,
and a BOATSWAIN.
BOATS. Here, mafter: what cheer?
MAST. Good: fpeak to the mariners :-fall to't yarely, ør we run ourselves aground: beftir, bestir.
BOATS. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-fail; '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 mafter? 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 affift the storm.
GON. Nay, good, be patient.
BOATS. When the fea is.-Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: filence: trouble us
GON. Good; yet remember whom thou haft aboard. BOATS. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to filence, and work the peace of the prefent, we will not hand a rope more ; ufe your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived fo long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mifchance of the hour, if it fo hap. Cheerly, good hearts-Out of our way, I fay. [Exit. GON. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand faft, 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 hang'd, our case is miferable. [Exeunt.
BOATS. Down with the top-maft; yare, lower, lower; bring her to try with main courfe. [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 fink?
SEB. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blafphemous, uncharitable dog!
ANT. Hang, cur, hang! you whorefon, infolent noisemaker! we are lefs afraid to be drown'd, than thou art.
GON. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no ftronger than a nut-fhell, and as leaky as an unftanch'd wench.
BOATS. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; fet her two courfes; off to sea again, lay her off.
Enter MARINERS wet.
MAR. All loft! to prayers, to prayers! all loft! [Exeunt. BOATS. What, muft our mouths be cold?
GON. The king and prince at prayers! let us affift them, For our cafe is as theirs.
SEB. I am out of patience.
ANT. We're merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.
This wide-chopp'd rafcal;-'Would, thou might'st lie drowning,
The washing of ten tides!
GON. He'll be hang'd yet;
Though every drop of water fwear against it,
And gape at wid'ft to glut him. [A confufed noife within.] Mercy on us!-We fplit, we fplit !-Farewell, my wife and children!-Farewell, brother!We fplit, we split, we split
ANT. Let's all fink with the king.
SEB. Let's take leave of him.
GON. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of fea 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!
SCENE II. The island: before the cell of PROSPERO.
MIRA. If by your art, my dearest father, you have