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The Elzevir Library-Continued.
11 Sir Isaac Newton. James Parton. 16 Life of Gustave Dore. Illustrated. 35 Alex. H. Stephens. Norton....
38 Richard Wagner. Bertha Thomas..
41 Peter Cooper. C. Edwards Lester.
50 Life of Irving, by R. H. Stoddard, also three other sketches.10c
155 Thomas Carlyle. Augustine Birrell..
178 Life of Hannibal. Thomas Arnold, of Rugby. 183 Julius Cæsar. H. G. Liddell
219 Charles Brockden Brown. Prescott..
220 Cervantes. Prescott....
221 Sir Walter Scott. Prescott.
222 Moliere. Wm. H. Prescott.
Marcus Aurelius. Matthew Arnold.
Thackeray. By author of Rab and His Friends.
165 On Heroism
2c213 On Intellect..
361 Poe, Edgar A. The Raven, and other Poems... 339 Spenser. The Red Cross Knight and Dragon.. 336 Arnold, Matthew. Favorite Poems.
335 Keats. The Eve of St. Agnes, and Other Poems.
320 Medieval Religious Poems. The Celestial City, etc.. 316 Gray's Elegy, and Other Poems
315 Southey. Inchcape Rock, and Other Poems.
314 Browning, Robert. The Pied Piper of Hamlin, etc..
28 Ingelow, Jean. Songs of SEMAN YARD COLLEGE LIBRARY
380 Eliot, George. How Lisa
359 Burns, Robert. Cotter's Saturday Night
EVERT JANSEN WENDELL
ALONSO, King of Naples.
SEBASTIAN, his brother.
PROSPERO, the right Duke of Milan.
ANTONIO, his brother, the usurping Duke of Milar..
GONZALO, an honest old Counsellor.
SCENE I. On a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.
Enter a Ship-Master and a Boatswain.
Boats. Here, master: what cheer?
Mast. Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.
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, GONZALO, and others.
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 labor: 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.
Good, yet remember whom thou hast
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 the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Cheerily, good hearts! Out of our way, I say.
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. [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.
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? Seb. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
Boats. Work you then.
Ant. Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an unstanched wench.
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?
Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them,
For our case is as theirs.
I'm out of patience.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:
This wide-chapp'd rascal-would thou mightst lie
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.
[Exeunt Ant. and Seb. 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
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,