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Gonz. Good, yet remember whom thou haft aboard.

Boats. None, that I more love than myself. You are a Counsellor; if you can command these elements to sia lence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more ;

ure your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd so long, and make yourself ready in, your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good bearts: out of our way, 1 fay.

[Exit. Gonz. I have great comfort from this fellow; me. thinks, he baih no drowning Mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fat, 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 hang'd, our case is miserable.

Re-enter Boatswain.
Boats. Down with the top-matt: yare, lower, lower;
bring her to try with main course. A plague upon this
howling !
A cry within. Re-enter Sebastian, Anthonio, and

They are louder than the weather, or our office. Yet a-
gain? what do you here? shall we give o'er, and drown? -
Have you a mind to link?
Sebas. A


o your throat, you bawling, blasphe: nous uncharitable dog.

Boats. Work you then.

Ant. Hang, cut, hang; you whoreson, insolent, noisemaker; we are less afraid to be drown'd, cban thou art.

Gonz. I'll warrant him from drowning, tho the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unftanch'd wench.

Boarf. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; fet her two courses off to lea again, lay her off.

Enter Marriners wct.
Mar.. Ali loft! to prayers, to prayers! all loft! [Exe.
Bcars. What, must our Mouths be cold?

Gonz. The King and Prince at Prayers! let us alit 'em. for our care is as ideirs.

Seb. I'm out of patience.

Ait. We're meerly cheated of our lives by drunkards, This wide-chopt rascal--would, thou might'At lic drowning,


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The washing of ten vides !

Gonz. He'll be bang'd yet,
Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at wid'it to glut him.
A confused noise within.] Mercy on us!
We fplit, we split! Farewel, my Wise and Children!
Brother, farewel! we split, we split, we Split!
Ant. Let's all sink wiih the King.

[Exit. Seb. Let's take leave of him.

[Exit Gonz. 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!

[Ezir. SCENE changes to a Part of the Inchiniet island,

near the Cell of Prospero.

Enter Prospero and Miranda,
Mira. If by your art (ruy deareft farther) you have
Put the wild Waters in this roar, allay them:
The sky, it seems, would pour down flinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek,
Dalhes the fire out. Oh! I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer: a brave velie!
(Who bad, no doubt, some noble creatures in her)
Dash'd all to pieces. , O! the cry did knock
Against my very heart : poor fouls, they peritht!
Had I been any God of Pow'r, I would
Have funk the sea within the earth; or ere
It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
The fraighting souls within her,

Pro. Be collected;
No more amazement; tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done.

Mira. O wo the day!

Pro. 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 Profpero, master of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father.


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Mira. More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Pro. 'Tis time,
I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my, magick garment from me: fo!

[Lays down bis mantle.
Lie there my Art. Wipe thou thine eyes, have comfort.
The direful spectacle of the wrack, which touch'd
The very virtue of compassion in thee,
I have with such provision in mine art
So fately order'd, that there is no foyle,
No not so much perdition as an hair
Berid !o any creature in the Vessel
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'r sink : fic down,
For thou must now know farther.

Mira. You have often
Begun to tell me what I am, but fope,
And left me to a bootless inquisition ;
Concluding, Stay; not yer..

Pro. The hour's now come,

minure bids thee ope
Obey, and be attentive. Canit chou remember
A time, before we came unto this cell?
I do not think, thou canst; for then thou waft net
Out three years old.

Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can.

Pro. By what? by any other house, or person?
Of any thing the image tell me, that
Hath kept in thy remembrance.

Mira. 'Tis far off:
And rather like a dream, than an assurance
remembrance warrants.

lad I not Four, or five, women once, that tended me?

Pro. Thou hadit, and more, Miranda : but how is it, That this lives in thy mind? what seest thou else In the dark backward and abysme of time? If thou remember'st ought, ere thou cam't bere; How thou cam't here, thou mayst. · Mira. But that I do not.

Pro 'Tis twelve years since, Miranda ; twelve years since, Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and A Prince of Power.


chine ear ;

Mira. Sir, are not you my father?

Pro Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She said, thou wast my daughter; and thy Father
Was Duke of milan, and his only heir
A Princess, no worse issu'd.

Mira. O the heavens!
Whar foul play bad we, that we came from thence?
O blessed was't we did ?

Pro. Both, both, my girl :
By foul play (as thou fay'st) were we heay'd thence ;
But blessedly help'd hither.

Mira. O my heart bleeds
To think o'th' teene that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance. Please you,

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, callid Anionio
I pray thee, mark me ;-(that a brother should
Be lo perfidious!) he whom next thyself
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The manage of my state; (as, at that time,
Through all the fignories it was the first ;,
And Prospero the prime Duke, being so reputed
In dignity; and for the liberal arts,
Without a parallel; those being all my ftudy :)
The government I caft upon my brother,
And to my ftare grew (tranger ; being transported.
And wrape in secret studies. Thy false uncle
(Dost thoù attend me?)

Mira. Sir, most heedfully,

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom 'advance, and whom To trash for over-topping ; new created The creatures, that were mine ; I say, or chang'd 'em, Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key Of officer and office, ret all hearts i'th' state To'what tune pleas'd his ear, that now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, And fuckt my verdure out on to-Thou attend't not.

Mira, Good Sir, I do.

Pro. I pray thee, mark me then.
I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind,
With that which, but by being so retired, ;



O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother
Awak’d an evil nature ; and trust
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood in its contrary, as great
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact ; like one,
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To sittit his own lie, he did believe
He was indeed the Duke; from substitution,
And executing th' outward face of royalıy,
With all prerogative. Hence his ambition growing-
Doft thou hear?

Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafness.

Pro. To have no screen between this part he plaid,
And him he plaid it for, he needs will be
Abrolure Milan. Me, poor man! -my library
Was Dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable : confederates
(So dry he was for fway) with King of Naples
To give hiin annual tribute, do him homage ;
Subject his coronet to his crown; and bend
The Dukedom, yet unbow'], (alas, poor Milan!)
To most ignoble ftooping.

Mira: Ö the heav'ns!

Pro. Mark his condi:ion, and it'event; then tell me, If this might be a Brocher ?

Mira. I should fin,
To think but nobly of my grand-mother ;
Good wombs have bore bad rons.

Pro. Now the condition :
This King of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearks my brother's suits
Which was, that he in lieu o'th' premises,
Of homage, and I know not how much tribure,
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the Dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother. Whereon
A treacherous army levy'd, one mid-night
Fated to th' purpose, did Anthonio open


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