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. aboard. Good; yet remember whom thou hast 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. Re-enter Boatswain. [Exeunt. Boats. Down with the top-mast; 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? Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blas phemous, uncharitable dog! * Present instant. 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 from drowning; though 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. Enter Mariners, wet. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? sist them, For our case is as theirs. Seb. I am out of patience. Ant. We are merelyt cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chapped rascal;-'Would, thou might'st lie drowning, The washing of ten tides! Gon. He'll be hanged yet; Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st 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. [Exit. [Exit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for au acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: the wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit. • Incontinent. + Absolutely, SCENE II. The island: before the cell of Prospero. Enter Prospero and Miranda. Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er* It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and Pro. Be collected; No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, Mira. Pro. O, woe the day! 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 Of whence I am; nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, Mira. More to know 'Tis time Did never meddle with my thoughts. Pro. I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; [Lays down his mantle. ⚫ Before. Lie there my art.Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down; For thou must now know further. You have often Mira. Concluding, Stay, not yet. Pro. The very + The hour's now come ; minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remember A time before we came unto this cell? I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast not Mira. Certainly, sir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mira. 'Tis far off; And rather like a dream than an assurance That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, + The duke of Milan, and a prince of power. Mira. Sir, are not you my father? Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and A princess ;-no worse issued. O, the heavens ! Mira. Pro. Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; Mira. O, my heart bleeds Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,→ Without a parallel; those being all my study, And to my state grew stranger, being transported, Mira. Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd them, Of officer and office, set all hearts To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was |