Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, Boatswain? Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labor; keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. 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 aboard. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counselor; 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 noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perleaky as an unstanched wench. ished, Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold: set her two Had I been any god of power, I would courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Enter Mariners, wet. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? assist them, For our case is as theirs. Seb. I am out of patience. Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere I have done nothing but in care of thee, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing drunkards. Of whence I am; nor that I am more better This wide-chapped rascal; —'Would, thou mightst Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we Lie there, my art,- Wipe thou thine eyes; have Pro. I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Mira. Certainly, sir, I can. But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's check, Out three years old. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Or any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mira. "T is far off; And rather like a dream than an assurance how is it, But Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine; I say, or changed them, Or else new formed them: having both the key That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou Of officer and office, set all hearts i' th' state Was Duke of Milan; and his only heir A princess; no worse issued. To-what tune pleased his ear; and now he was And sucked my verdure out on 't.-Thou attend'st As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded, What foul play had we, that we came from thence? But what my power might else exact. Or blesséd was 't we did? Mira. Pro. O, the heavens! Both, both, my girl; - like one, Who, having, unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved To credit his own lie, - he did believe thence; But blessedly holp hither. Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turned you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, further. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, called Anto I pray thee, mark me, - that a brother should Mira. Sir, most heedfully. He was indeed the duke; out of the substitution, Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. And him he played it for, he needs will be Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me, If this might be a brother. This King of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star; whose influence tions; Thou art inclined to sleep; 't is a good dullness, And give it way; I know thou canst not choose. [MIRANDA sleeps. Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Approach, my Ariel; come. Enter ARIEL. Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure; be 't to fly, When I have decked the sea with drops full salt; To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride |