Dramatis Perfonæ. ALONSO, King of Naples. Profpero, the rightful Duke of Milan. Anthonio, bis Brother, the ufurping Duke of Milan. Ferdinand, Son to the King of Naples. Gonzalo, an boneft old Counsellor of Naples. Adrian, } Lords. Francisco, Caliban, a Savage and deformed Slave. Trinculo, a efter. Stephano, a drunken Butler. Mafter of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners. Ariel, an aiery Spirit. Other Spirits, attending on Profpero. SCENE, the Sea with a Ship, afterwards an uninkabited Inland. Of this Play the first known Edition is that of 1623, when it was published with the other Works of Shakespeare by Hemings and Condel, in Folio. THE THE TEMPEST. A CT Í. On a Ship at Sea. SCENE Í. A tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning beard: Enter a Ship-mafter, and a Boatswain'. B Oatfwain, MASTER. Boats. Here, Mafter: what cheer? Maft. Good, fpeak to th' mariners.-Fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground; beftir, beftir. The Tempeft.] These two firft Plays, the Tempeft and the Midsummer-night's Dream, are the nobleft Efforts of that fublime and amazing Imagination, peculiar to Shakespeare, which foars above the Bounds of Nature without forfaking Senfe: or, more properly, carries Nature along with him beyond her established Limits. Fletcher feems particularly to have admired these two Plays, and hath wrote two in Imitation of them, the Sea-Voyage and the Faithful Shepherdefs. But when he prefumes to break a Lance with Shakespeare, and write in emulation of him, as he does B [Exit. Enter Mariners. Boats. Hey, my hearts; cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare; take in the top-fail; tend to th' master's whistle; Soorte C2. blow, 'till thou burft thy wind, if room enough. Enter Alonfo, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinand, Alon. Good Boatfwain, have care: where's the maf Ster? 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. Gon. Nay, good, be patient. Boats. When the fea is. Hence! what care thefe Roarers for the Name of King? to cabin; filence, trouble us not. Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou haft aboard. Boats. None, that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command thefe elements to filence, and work the peace o'the prefent, we will not handle a rope more; ufe your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived fo long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mifchance of the hour, if it fo hap. Cheerly, good hearts. -Out of our way, I fay. [Exit. 3 Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow; methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect g-llows. Stand faft, good fate, to his hanging; make the rope of his destiny our ca 2 Perhaps it might be read, Blow till thou burst, wind, if room enough. 3 It may be obferved of Gonzalo, that, being the only good Man that appears with the King, he is the only Man that preferves bis Cheerfulness in the Wreck, and his Hope on the Island. ble, ble, for our own doth little advantage; if he be not born to be hanged, our cafe is miferable. Re-enter Boatfwain. [Exeunt. Boats. Down with the top-maft: yare, lower, lower; bring her to try with main-courfe. A cry within. A plague upon this howling! Re-enter Sebastian, Anthonio, and Gonzalo. 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, blafphemous, uncharitable dog. Boatf. Work you then. Ant. Hang, cur, hang; you whorefon, infolent, noifemaker; we are lefs afraid to be drown'd, than thou art. Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning, tho' the fhip were no stronger than a nut-fhell, and as leaky as an unftanched wench. 4 Boats. 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! [Exeunt. Boats. What, muft our mouths be cold? Gon. The King and Prince at prayers! let us affift 'em. For our cafe is as theirs. Seb. I'm out of patience. [kards. 'Would, thou might'ft lye Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by drunThis wide-chopt rafcal drowning, 4 The Courses are the Mainfail and fore-fail. This Term is ufed by Raleigh in his Difcourfe on Shipping. B 3 The The washing of ten tides! Gon. He'll be hang'd yet, Though every drop of water fwear against it, 5 gape And gap at wid'ft to glut him. Triol [A confused noise within.] Mercy on us! 6 We split, we split! Farewel, my Wife and Children! Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Exit. [Exit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of fea orig. 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. Changes to a Part of the Inchanted Iland, near the I Enter Profpero and Miranda. Mira. F by your art, my dearest father, you have |