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Actus Primus. Scena Prima.

A Ship at Sea.
A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard : Enter a

Ship-master, and a Boteswaine.
Ote-swaine !

Botef. Heere, Master! What cheere?

Maft. Good, Speake to th’Mariners ! fall to't, yarely, or we run our selues a ground. Beftirre ! bestirre !

[Exit. 5 Enter Mariners. Botes. Heigh my hearts, cheerely! cheerely, my harts ! yare, yare! Take in the toppe-sale! Tend to th'Masters whistle! 1 Blow till thou burst thy winde, if roome enough! Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, ANTHONIO, FERDINANDO,

GONZALO, and others.
Alon. Good Boteswaine, haue care! Where's the Master
Play the men !

Botes. I pray now, keepe below!
Anth. Where is the Master, Boson?



3. to't] too't F.

Botes. Do you not heare him? You marre our labour! Keepe your Cabines ! you do assist the storme. Gonz. Nay, good, be patient !

15 Botes. When the Sea is. Hence! what cares these roarers for the name of King? To Cabine! Silence! Trouble vs not!

Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboord. 19

Botes. None that I more loue then my selfe. You are a Counsellor: if you can command these Elements to filence, and worke the peace of the present, wee will not hand a rope more: vse your authoritie! If you cannot, giue thankes you haue liu'd so long, and make your selfe readie in your [24 Cabine for the mischance of the houre, if it so hap. Cheerely, good hearts! 1 Out of our way, I say !

[Exit. Gon. I haue great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning marke vpon him; his complexion is [28 perfect Gallowes. 1 Stand fast, good Fate, to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our owne doth little aduantage! If he be not borne to bee hang'd, our case is miserable !

[Exeunt. 32 Re-enter Boteswaine. Botes. Downe with the top-Maft! Yare! Lower, lower! Bring her to Try with Maine-course! [A cry within.] A plague vpon this howling ! they are lowder then the weather, or our office!

Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTHONIO, & GONZALO. 1 Yet againe ? What! Do you heere? Shal we giue ore and drowne? Haue you a minde to finke?

Sebas. A poxe o’your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable Dog !

40 Botes. Worke you then!

Anth. Hang cur! hang! You whoreson insolent Noyfemaker! we are lesse afraid to be drownde, then thou art. 43

Gonz. I'le warrant him for drowning, though the Ship were no stronger then a Nutt-shell, and as leaky as an vnstanched wench.

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32. Exeunt] Exit F.

36-7. Re-enter . . ] Enter . . F (after 'plague A cry within. l. 35).

Botes. Lay her a hold, a hold ! set her two courses off to Sea againe ! lay her off!

Enter Mariners, wet.
Mari. All loft! To prayers, to prayers ! Al loft!

[Exeunt. Botes. What! must our mouths be cold?

Gonz. The King, and Prince, at prayers ! let's assist them, For our case is as theirs. Sebas. I'am out of patience.

52 An. We are meerly cheated of our lives by drunkards ! 1 This wide-chopt-rascall: would thou mightst lye drowning The washing of ten Tides ! Gonz.

Hee'l be hang'd yet, Though euery drop of water sweare against it, And gape at widft to glut him. [A confused noyfe within. 1 Mar.

Mercy on ys! 2 Mar. We split! we split! 3 Mar.

Farewell my wife, and children! 4 Mar. Farewell, brother! 5 Mar,

We split, we split, we split ! Anth. Let's all finke with' King !

бо Seb. Let's take leaue of him! [Exeunt all but GONZ.

Gonx. Now would I giue a thousand furlongs of Sea, for an Acre of barren ground, Long heath, Browne firrs,any thing. The Wills aboue be done! but I would faine dye a dry death.

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Actus Primus. Scena Secunda.

The Sea-Cliffes.

Mira. If by your Art (my deerest father) you haue
Put the wild waters in this Rore, alay them!
The skye (it seemes) would powre down stinking pitch,
But that the Sea, mounting to th' welkins cheeke,
Dashes the fire out. Oh! I haue suffered

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I fiors

61. Exeunt ...] Exit F.



With those that I saw suffer! A braue vefsell
(Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her)
Dash'd all to peeces! O! the cry did knocke

Against my very heart! Poore foules, they perish'd !
Had I byn any God of power, I would
Haue funcke the Sea within the Earth, or ere
It should the good Ship so haue swallow'd, and
The fraughting Soules within her!

Be collected!
No more amazement! Tell your piteous heart,
There's no harme done.

O woe, the day!

No harme! I haue done nothing, but in care of thee

16 (Of thee, my deere one! thee, my daughter !) who Art ignorant of what thou art; naught knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Then Profpero, Master of a full poore

And thy no greater Father.

More to know,
Did neuer medle with my thoughts.

'Tis time
I should informe thee farther! Lend thy hand,
And plucke my Magick garment from me! So!


[Throws down his Mantle. | Lye there, my Art! I Wipe thou thine eyes ! haue comfort ! The direfull spectacle of the wracke, which touch'd The

very vertue of compassion in thee, I have (with such prouifion in mine Art)

28 So fafely ordered, that there is no soule, No, not so much perdition as an hayre, Betid to any creature in the vessell

31 Which thou heardft cry, which thou saw'st sinke. Sit downe ! For thou must now know farther.

[Both sit down. Mira.

You haue often
Begun to tell me what I am, but stopt,
And left me to a bootelefle Inquifition,
Concluding, 'ftay! not yet!'
The howr's now come;

36 The very minute byds thee


thine eare ;

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