Botef. Lay her a hold, a hold! fet her two courses off to Sea againe lay her off!

Enter Mariners, wet.

Mari. All loft! To prayers, to prayers! All loft!

Botef. What! must our mouths be cold?

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Gonz. The King, and Prince, at prayers! let's affist them, For our cafe is as theirs.

Sebaf.

I'am out of patience.

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An. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards! This wide-chopt-rafcall: would thou mightft lye drowning The washing of ten Tides!

Gonz.

Hee'l be hang'd yet,

Though euery drop of water fweare against it,

And gape at widft to glut him. 1 Mar.

2 Mar. We split! we split! 3 Mar.

4 Mar. Farewell, brother! 5 Mar.

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[A confufed noyfe within. Mercy on vs!

Farewell my wife, and children!

We split, we split, we split!

бо [Exeunt all but Gonz.

Anth. Let's all finke with' King! Seb. Let's take leaue of him! Gonz. Now would I giue a thousand furlongs of Sea, for an Acre of barren ground, Long heath, Browne firrs,1 any thing. The Wills aboue be done! but I would faine dye a dry death.

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Actus Primus. Scena Secunda.
The Sea-Cliffes.

Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.

haue

Mira. If by your Art (my deerest father) you
Put the wild waters in this Rore, alay them!
The skye (it feemes) would powre down stinking pitch,
But that the Sea, mounting to th' welkins cheeke,

Oh! I haue fuffered

Dashes the fire out.

61. Exeunt...] Exit F.

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1 firrs

= furze.

With thofe that I faw fuffer!

A braue veffell

(Who had, no doubt, fome noble creature in her)
Dash'd all to peeces! O! the cry did knocke
Against my very heart! Poore foules, they perifh'd!
Had I byn any God of power, I would
Haue funcke the Sea within the Earth, or ere

It should the good Ship fo haue swallow'd, and
The fraughting Soules within her!

Prof.
Be collected!
No more amazement! Tell your piteous heart,
There's no harme done.

Mira.

Prof.

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O woe, the day!

No harme!

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I haue done nothing, but in care of thee

(Of thee, my deere one! thee, my daughter!) who
Art ignorant of what thou art; naught knowing
Of whence I am; nor that I am more better
Then Profpero, Master of a full poore cell,
And thy no greater Father.

Mira.

More to know,

Did neuer medle with my thoughts.
Prof.

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'Tis time

I fhould informe thee farther! Lend thy hand,
And plucke my Magick garment from me! So!

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[Throws down his Mantle.

¶ Lye there, my Art! ¶Wipe thou thine eyes! haue comfort! The direfull spectacle of the wracke, which touch'd

The very vertue of compaffion in thee,

I haue (with fuch prouifion in mine Art)

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So fafely ordered, that there is no foule,

No, not fo much perdition as an hayre,

Betid to any creature in the vessell

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Which thou heardft cry, which thou faw'ft finke. Sit downe! For thou must now know farther.

Obey, and be attentiue! Canft thou remember

A time before we came vnto this Cell?

I doe not thinke thou canft; for then thou was't not
Out three yeeres old.

Mira.

Certainely, Sir, I can!

Prof. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the Image, tell me, that

Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira.

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And rather like a dreame, then an affurance,

That my remembrance warrants. Had I not

Fowre or fiue women once, that tended me?

Prof. Thou hadft; and more, Miranda. But how is it 48 That this liues in thy minde? What seeft thou els

In the dark-backward and Abisme of Time?

Yf thou remembrest ought ere thou cam'ft here,
How thou cam'ft here, thou maist.

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Mira.
Prof. Twelue yere fince, (Miranda,) twelue yere fince,
Thy father was the Duke of Millaine, and

A Prince of power.
Mira.
Prof. Thy Mother was a peece of vertue, and
She said thou waft my daughter; and thy father
Was Duke of Millaine; and his onely heire,
And Princeffe, no worse Iffued.

Sir! are not you my Father?

Mira.

O, the heauens!

What fowle play had we, that we came from thence?
Or bleffed was't, we did?

Prof.

Both, both, my Girle!

By 'fowle play' (as thou faift) were we heau'd thence,
But bleffedly holpe hither.

Mira.

O! my heart bleedes

To thinke oth' teene that I haue turn'd you to,

Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther!
Prof. My brother, and thy vncle, call'd Anthonio,

(I pray thee marke me, that a brother should
Be fo perfidious!) he, whom, next thy felfe,
Of all the world I lou'd, and to him put
The mannage of my state; (as, at that time,

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Through all the fignories it was the first,

And Profpero, the prime Duke, being fo reputed

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In dignity; and for the liberall Artes,

Without a paralell: thofe being all my studie,
The Gouernment I caft vpon my brother,
And to my State grew ftranger, being transported
And rapt in secret studies;) thy false vncle
(Do'st thou attend me?

Mira.

Sir! moft heedefully.)

Prof. Being once perfected how to graunt fuites, How to deny them; who t'aduance, and who

To trash for ouer-topping; new created

The creatures that were mine, I fay, or chang'd 'em,

Or els new form'd 'em; (hauing both the key,

Of Officer, and office ;) fet all hearts i'th state
To what tune pleas'd his eare; that now he was
The Iuy which had hid my princely Trunck,
And fuckt my verdure out on't: (Thou attend'st not?
Mira. O good Sir, I doe!
Prof.

I pray thee, marke me!) 88

I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To clofenes, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which (but by being fo retir'd)
Ore-priz'd all popular rate; in my false brother
Awak'd an euill nature; and my trust
(Like a good parent) did beget of him
A falfehood in it's contrarie, as great

As my truft was; which had indeede no limit,

A confidence fans bound. He being thus Lorded,
Not onely with what my reuénew yeelded,
But what my power might els exact, (Like one
Who hauing into truth, by telling of it,
Made fuch a fynner of his memorie

To credite his owne lie,) he did beleeue

He was indeed the Duke; (out o'th' Subftitution,
And executing th'outward face of Roialtie,
With all prerogatiue :) hence, his Ambition growing,
(Do'st thou heare?

Mira.

Your tale, Sir, would cure deafeneffe.) Prof. To haue no Schreene between this part he plaid,

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And him he plaid it for, he needes will be

Abfolute Millaine. Me (poore man!) my Librarie
Was Dukedome large enough: of temporall royalties
He thinks me now incapable.

Confederates

(So drie he was for Sway) wi'th' King of Naples,
To giue him Annuall tribute, doe him homage,
Subiect his Coronet to his Crowne, and bend
The Dukedom yet vnbow'd (alas, poore Millaine!)
To moft ignoble stooping.

Mira.

Oh the heauens!

Prof. Marke his condition, and th'euent! then tell me If this might be a brother.

To thinke but Noblie of my Grand-mother:
Good wombes haue borne bad sonnes.

Pro.

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This King of Naples, being an Enemy
To me inueterate, hearkens my Brothers fuit;
Which was, That he, in lieu o'th' premises,
Of homage, and I know not how much Tribute,
Should presently extirpate me and mine

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Out of the Dukedome, and confer faire Millaine,

With all the Honors, on my brother: Whereon,
A treacherous Armie leuied, one mid-night
Fated to th' purpose, did Anthonio open

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The gates of Millaine; and, ith' dead of darkenesse,

The minifters for th' purpose hurried thence,

Me, and thy crying selfe.

Alack, for pitty!

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Mir.

I, not remembring how I cride out then,

Will cry it ore againe: it is a hint

That wrings mine eyes to't.

Pro.

Heare a little further;

And then I'le bring thee to the present businesse

Which now's vpon's; without the which, this Story

Were most impertinent.

Mir.

That howre, destroy vs?

Wherefore did they not,

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