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From the Text of the Rev. Alexander Dyce's

Second Adition.




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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. ALONSO, King of Naples. Master of a ship, Boatswain, and FERDINAND, his son.

Mariners. SEBASTIAN, brother to Alonso. PROSPERO, the rightful Duke of CALIBAN, a savage and deformed

slave. Milan. ANTONIO, his brother, the usurp- MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero.

ing Duke of Milan. GONZALO, an honest old coun- ARIEL, an airy spirit. sellor.



JUNO, presented by spirits. TRINCULO, a jester.

Nymphs, STEPHANO, a drunken butler. Reapers,

Other Spirits attending on Prospero. SCENE On board a ship at sea; afterwards various parts of an


SCENE I. On board a ship at sea: a storm, with thunder and

Enter Master and Boatswain severally.
Mast. Boatswain!
Boats. Here, master: what cheer?

Mast. Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves a-ground: bestir, bestir.

Enter Mariners. Boats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail! Tend to the master's


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whistle! [Exeunt Mariners.] — Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO,

and others. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.

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. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; - if I 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. I

[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 banged, our case is miserable.

[Exeunt. Re-enter Boatswain. 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.

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?

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