ACT I. Other spirits attending on Prospero. Scene, the sea, with a ship; afterwards an uninhabited island. fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he SCENE I-On a ship at sea. A storm, with be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. thunder and lightning. Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain. 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! Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Alon. Good boatswain, have a care. Where's the master? Play the men. Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, boastwain? 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. Re-enter Boatswain. [Exeunt. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Seb. I am out of patience. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chapped rascal ;-'Would, thou might'st lie drowning, 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, The washing of ten tides! and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis- Gon. He'll be hanged yet; chance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good Though every drop of water swear against it, hearts.-Out of our way, I say. [Exit. And gape at wid'st to glut him. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: me-[A confused noise within.] Mercy on us!-We thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children!complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Farewell, brother!-We split, we split, we split. (1) Readily. (2) Present instant. (3) Incontinent. (4) Absolutely. Ant. Let's all sink with the king. Mira. But that I do not. [Exit. In the dark backward and abysm3 of time? Seb. Let's take leave of him. Exit. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of How thou cam'st here, thou may'st. sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: the wills above be done! but I Pro. Twelve years since, would fain die a dry death. Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was The duke of Milan, and a prince of Mira. Sir, are not you my father. [Exit. SCENE II.-The island: before the cell of Prospero. Enter Prospero and Miranda. Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Mira. Pro. O, wo the day! No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, Mira. More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. 'Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. For thou must now know further. Mira. Pro. The hour's now come; I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Mira. Pro. Thou hadst, and inore, Miranda: but how That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else (2) Quite. (3) Abyss. (1) Before. power. Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Mira. Both, both, my girl : Mira. O, my heart bleeds And to my state grew stranger, being transported, Mira. Sir, most heedfully. Or else new form'd them: having both the key not: I pray thee, mark me. Mira. Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness Now the condition. To think but nobly of my grandmother: Pro. This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island we arriv'd; and here Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit then Than other princes can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir, (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm? Pro. Know thus far forth.- Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,-I find my zenith doth depend upon Should presently extirpate me and mine The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, Will ery it o'er again; it is a hint,3 That wrings mine eyes. Pro. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Mira. Wherefore did they not Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set Mira. Alack! what trouble O! a cherubim Thou wast, that did preserve me? Thou didst smile, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Mira. How came we ashore? Pro. By Providence divine. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity (who being then appointed Master of this design,) did give us, with Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle-on their sustaining garments not a blemish, |