transport to proficient HE TEMPEST enchantment SCENE I. On ACT I. a ship at sea; a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard. Enter a Ship-Master and a Boatswain. Mast. Boatswain! Boats. Here, master: what cheer? Mast. Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. Anick Enter Mariners. [Exit. Boats. 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! Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GON ZALO, and others. 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 cares these Koarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not. 18 Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard. 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 (M344) C the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. hearts! Out of our way, I say. Cheerly, good 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 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. droon Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. 34 Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er and drown? Seb. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, in charitable dog! Boats. Work you then. Ant. Hang, cur! hang, you insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. 40 Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell. Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off to sea again; lay her off. Enter Mariners wet. Mariners. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?- chaling effect of prayernd this Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them, For our case is as theirs. Seb. I'm out of patience. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards: 50 This wide-chapp'd rascal-would thou mightst lie drowning The washing of ten tides! Gon. He'll be hang'd yet, Though every drop of water swear against it And gape at widest 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. Seb. Let's take leave of him. 57 [Exeunt Ant. ana Seb. the freight Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea 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. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The island. Before PROSPERO'S cell. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have It should the good ship so have swallow'd and Pros. Be collected: No more amazement: tell your piteous heart There's no harm done. Mir. Pros. Felying 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, And thy no greater father. Mir. Complotly More to know 'Tis time Did never meddle with my thoughts. I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, So: [Lays down his mantle. Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely ordered that there is no soul No, not so much perdition as an hair $30 Betid to any creature in the vessel For thou must now know farther. Mir. You have often Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd And left me to a bootless inquisition, inqury Concluding 'Stay: not yet.' Pros. The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not A time before we came unto this cell? Completely Out three years old. Mir. Certainly, sir, I can. Pros. By what? by any other house or person? Of any thing the image tell me that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mir. And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants. 'T is far off Had I not Four or five women once that tended me? Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here, How thou camest here thou mayst. Mir. But that I do not. Pros. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, Thy father was the Duke of Milan and A prince of power. hanect specimen Sir, are not you my father? Pros. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and And princess no worse issued. Mir. O the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did? Pros Both, both, my girl : By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence, But blessedly holp hither. Mir. O, my heart bleeds 40 50 60 |