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T E M P E S T.
By Mr. WILLIAM SHAKESPEAR.
Printed for J. TONSON, and the rest of the
of London and Westminster.
ALONSO, King of Naples.
Caliban, a Salvage, and deformed slave.
Other Spirits, attending m Prospero.
SCENE, an uninhabited Island.
THE T E M P E S T.
Boats. Here, Master: what cheer?
Mift. Good, speak to th’mariners: fall to'l yarely, or we run our felves a-ground; beftir, beftir.
[Exito Enter Mariners. Bouts. Hey, my hearts; cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare; take in the top-fail; tend to th' master's whistles blow, 'till chou burst thy wind, if room enough. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gon.
zalo, and others. Alon, Good Boatswain, have care: where's the man fter? play the men.
Boats. I pray now, keep be'ow.
Boats. Do you not hear him ? you mar our labc.ur; keep your cabios; you do ashit the form.
Gonz. Nay, good, be patient.
Boats. When the sea is. Hence what care there Roarers for the name of King? to cabin ; filence; tromble us not.
Gonz. Good, yet remember wbom thou haft aboard,
Boats. None, that I more love than my self. You are a Counsellor; if you can command these elements to filence, and work the peace o' the present, we will not hand a ropę more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have livd so long, and make your self ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts: out of our way, I say.
[Exit. Gonz. I have great comfort from this fellow ; methinks, he bath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, 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 case is miserable.
(Exeunt. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the top-maft: yare, lower, lower; bring her to try with main-course. A plague upon this bowling!... Acry within. Re-enter Sebatian, Antonio, and
Gonzalo, They are louder than the weather, or our office. Yet go gain? what do you here? hall we give o'er, and drown? have you a mind to link ?
Sebal. A pox o your throat, you bawling, blasphe- . mous, uncbaritable dog.
Boats. Work you then.
Ant, Hang, cur, hang; you whoreson, infolent, noisemaker; we are less afraid to be drown'd, than thou art.
Gonz. I'll warrant him from drowning, tho' the ship were no stronger tban a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unManch'd weach.
Bostf. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses off to lea again, lay her off,
Enter Mariners wet.
Gonz. The King and Prioce ac Pray'rs! let us afsift 'em.
Seb. I'm out of patience.
Art. We're meerly cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chopt rascal-would, thou might'Alic drowning,