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Sweetest Bard that ever sung, Nature's Glory, Fancy's Child; Never sure did Poet's tongue Warble forth such wood-potes wild.
Alonso, King of Naples.
MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero.
Ariel, an airy Spirit.
Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
SCENE, the Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an uninhabile:l Island.
Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast
aboard. A storm with thunder and lightning.
Boats. None that I more love than myself. You Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain.
are a counsellor; if you can command these ele
ments to silence, and work the peace of the present, Master. Boatswain, —
we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. Brats. Here, master: what cheer?
If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, Master. Good : Speak to the mariners: fall to't and make yourself ready in your cabin for the yarely', or we run ourselves aground : bestir, bestir. mischance of the hour, if it so hap. — Cheerly, good (Erit. hearts. Out of our way, I say.
[Erit. Enter Mariners.
Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow;
methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him! Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, hearts ; yare, yare : Take in the top-sail ; Tend to good fate, to his hanging; make the rope of his the master's whistle. — Blow till thou burst thy destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! wind, if room enough!
If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.
(Exeunt. Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, Gonzalo, and others.
Boats. Down with the topmast ; yare ; lower, Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.
lower ; bring her to try with main course. Boats. I pray now, keep below.
within.] A plague upon this bowling ! they are. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ?
louder than the weather, or our office Boats. Do you not hear him?
You mar our
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and Gonzalo. labour! keep your cabins : you do assist the storm. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Yet again ? what do you here? Shall we give o'er Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care and drown ? Have you a mind to sink ? these roarers for the name of king? To cabins : Seb. A plague o'your throat ! you bawling, blassilence : trouble us not.
phemous, uncharitable dog!
Boats. Work you, then.
I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you insolent noise-maker, And pluck my magic garment from me. — - So; we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
[Lays down his mantle. Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning ; though Lie there my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell.
comfort. Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold ; set her two | The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd courses ; off' to sea again, lay her off.
The very virtue of compassion in thee,
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely order'd, that there is no soul
No, not so much perdition as an hair, Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost !
Betid to any creature in the vessel
(Ereunt. Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold ? Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist For thou must now know further.
Sit down; them.
You have often For our case is as theirs.
Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisition ;
The hour's now come ; This wide-chapped rascal ;—'Would, thou might'st The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ; lie drowning,
Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember The washing of ten tides !
A time before we came into this cell ?
I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Though every drop of water swear against it,
Out 4 three years old. And gape at wid'st to glut him.
Certainly, sir, I can. [A confused noise witbin.] Mercy on us! - We
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person ? split, we split! - Farewell, my wife and children!
Of any thing the image tell me, Farewell, brother; – We split, we split, we split!
(Erit. Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
Hath kept with thy remembrance.
'Tis far off ; Seb. Let's take leave of him.
[Erit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of And rather like a dream than an assurance sea for an acre of barren ground ! long heath, brown Four or five women once,
Had I not my remembrance warrants :
that tended me? furze, any thing: The wills above be done! but I
Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda : But how would fain die a dry death.
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else SCENE II. — The Island: before the Cell of If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here,
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
How thou cam’st here, thou may'st.
But that I do not.
Pro. Twelve years since, Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was have
The duke of Milan, and a prince of power. Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them :
Mira. Sir, are not you my father ? The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, She said - thou wast my daughter; and thy father Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
Was duke of Milan; and his only heir With those that I saw sufler! a brave vessel, A princess;
– no worse issued. Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Mira.
0, the heavens ! Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock What foul play had we, that we came from thence ? Against my very heart! Poor souls ! they perish'd. Or blessed was't we did ? Had I been any god of power, I would
Both, both, my girl : Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er
By foul play, as thou say'st, were
we heav'd It should the good ship so have swallowed, and
thence; The freighting souls within her.
But blessedly holp hither.
O, my heart bleeds No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, To think o'the teen 5 that I have turn'd you to, There's no harm done.
Which is from my remembrance !
No harm. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, callid AntoI have done nothing but in care of thee,
nio, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who I pray thee, mark me, that a brother should Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Be so perfidious ! - he whom, next thyself, Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Of all the world I lov’d, and to him put Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
The manage of my state; as, at that time,
Through all the signiories it was the first,
And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed Did never meddle with my thoughts.
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Pro.
Without a parallel : those being all my study,