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4.32 Shakespare


ALONSO, King of Naples.

SEBASTIAN, his Brother.

PROSPERO, the right Duke of Milan.

ANTONIO, his Brother, the usurping Duke of Milan.

FERDINAND, Son to the King of Naples.

GONZALO, an honest old Counsellor.

ADRIAN, Lords.


CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave.
TRINCULO, a Jester.

STEPHANO, a drunken Butler.

Master of a Ship.



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Other Spirits attending on Prospero.

SCENE.- A Ship at Sea; an island.


SCENE I. On a ship at sea. A tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.

Enter a Ship-Master and a Boatswain, severally. Mast. Boatswain !

Boats. Here, master: what cheer?

Mast. Good, speak to the mariners: fall to 't, yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.


Enter Mariners.

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!


Alon. Good boatswain, have care. the master? Play the men.

Boats. I pray now, keep below.

Ant. Where is the master, boson?


Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour. Keep your cabins: you do assist the


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.

Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast abroad.

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. Cheerly, good hearts! Out of our way, I say. [Exit.

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.

Re-enter Boatswain.

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-chopp'd rascal-would thou mightst lie drowning

The washing of ten tides!


He'll be hang'd yet, Though every drop of water swear against it And gape at wid'st 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 wi' 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. [Exit.

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,

But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,

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