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By Mr. WILLIAM SHAKESPEAR.
Printed for J. TONSON, and the reft of the
ALONSO, King of Naples.
Sebaftian, his Brother.
Profpero, the right Duke of Milan.
Anthonio, his Brother, the ufurping Duke of Milan,
Gonzalo, an honeft old Counsellor of Naples.
Caliban, a Salvage, and deformed Slave.
Stephano, a drunken Butler.
Mafter of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners,
Miranda, Daughter to Profpero,
Ariel, an aiery Spirit.
SCENE, On a Ship at Sea.
A tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard Enter a Ship-mafter, and a Boatswain.
Boat. Here, Mafter: what cheer? Maft. Good, fpeak to th' mariners: fall to'r yarely, or we run our selves a-ground; beftir, beftir.
Boats. Hey, my hearts; cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare; take in the top-fail; tend to th' mafter's whistles blow, 'till thou burst thy wind, if room enough. Enter Alonfo, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo, and others.
Alin. Good Boatswain, have care: where's the ma
fter? play the men.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Ant. Where is the mafter, boatswain?
Boats. Do you not hear him? you mar our labour; keep
your cabins; you do affift the storm.
Gonz. Nay, good, be patient.
Boats. When the fea is. Hence
what care thefe
Roarers for the name of King? to cabin; filence; trou
ble us not.
Gonz. Good, yet remember whom thou haft aboard. Boats. None, that I more love than my felf. You are a Counsellor; if you can command thefe elements to filence, and work the peace o' the prefent, we will not hand a rope more; ufe your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd fo long, and make your felf ready in your cabin for the mifchance of the hour, if it fo hap. Cheerly, good hearts: out of our way, I fay.
Gonz. I have great comfort from this fellow; methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand faft, good fate, to his hanging; make the rope of his deftiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage: if he be not born to be hang'd, our cafe is miferable. [Exeunt.
Boatf. Down with the top-maft: yare, lower, lower; bring her to try with main-courfe. A plague upon this howling!
A cry within. Re-enter Sebastian, Anthonio, and
They are louder than the weather, or our office. Yet again? what do you here? fhall we give o’er, and drown ? have you a mind to fink?
Sebaf. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blafphe mous, uncbaritable dog.
Boats. Work you then.
Ant, Hang, cur, hang; you whorefon, infolent, noifemaker, we are lefs afraid to be drown'd, than thou art. Gonz. I'll warrant him from drowning, tho' the fhip were no ftronger than a nut-fhell, and as leaky as an unflanch'd wench.
Bosif. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses off to fea again, lay her off,
Enter Mariners wet.
Mar. All loft! to prayers, to prayers! all loft!
Boats. What, muft our Mouths be cold?
Gonz. The King and Prince at Pray'rs! let us affift 'em.
For our cafe is as theirs,
Seb. I'm out of patience.
Art. We're meerly cheated of our lives by drunkards.
This wide-chopt rafcal--would, thou might'ft lie drowning, *