DRAMATIS PERSONÆ ALONSO, King of Naples. SEBASTIAN, his brother. PROSPERO, the right Duke of Milan. ANTONIO, his brother, the usurping Duke of Milan. GONZALO, an honest old Counsellor. ADRIAN and FRANCISCO, Lords. CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave. TRINCULO, a Jester. STEPHANO, a drunken Butler. Master of a Ship. Boatswain. Mariners. MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero. ARIEL, an airy Spirit. IRIS, CERES, JUNO, Nymphs, and Reapers, presented by Spirits. Other Spirits attending on Prospero. SCENE: On shipboard; then an uninhabited island. Good, speak to the mariners fall to 't, yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit. Enter MARINERS BOATSWAIN 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! A Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO and others ALONSO Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master ?-Play the Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. GONZALO Nay, good, be patient. BOATSWAIN When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king? To cabin silence! trouble us not. GONZALO Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard. BOATSWAIN 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. GONZALO 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 BOATSWAIN [Exeunt. 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? SEBASTIAN A pox o' dog! your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable BOATSWAIN Work you, then. |