THE TEMPEST. Actus Primus. Scena Prima. A Ship at Sea. A tempeftuous noife of Thunder and Lightning heard: Enter a Ship-mafter, and a Botefwaine. B Mafter. Ote-fwaine ! Botef. Heere, Mafter! What cheere? Maft. Good, Speake to th Mariners! fall to't, yarely, or we run our felues a ground. Beftirre! bestirre! Enter Mariners. [Exit. 5 Botef. Heigh my hearts, cheerely! cheerely, my harts! yare, yare! Take in the toppe-fale! Tend to th'Masters whiftle! Blow till thou burft thy winde, if roome enough! Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTHONIO, FERDINANDO, GONZALO, and others. Alon. Good Boteswaine, haue care! Where's the Master > ΙΟ 12 3. to't] too't F. Botef. Do you not heare him? You marre our labour! Keepe your Cabines! you do afsift the ftorme. Gonz. Nay, good, be patient! 15 Hence! what cares these roarers for the name of King? To Cabine! Silence! Trouble vs not! Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou haft aboord. 19 Botef. None that I more loue then my felfe. You are a Counsellor: if you can command thefe Elements to filence, and worke the peace of the present, wee will not hand a rope more: vse your authoritie! If you cannot, giue thankes you haue liu'd fo long, and make your felfe readie in your [24 Cabine for the mifchance of the houre, if it so hap. ¶Cheerely, good hearts! ¶ Out of our way, I fay! [Exit. Gon. I haue great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning marke vpon him; his complexion is [28 perfect Gallowes. ¶ Stand faft, good Fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our owne doth little aduantage! If he be not borne to bee hang'd, our cafe is miferable! [Exeunt. 32 Re-enter Boteswaine. Botef. Downe with the top-Maft! Yare! Lower, lower! Bring her to Try with Maine-courfe! [A cry within.] A plague vpon this howling! they are lowder then the weather, or our office! 36 Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTHONIO, & GONZALO. ¶Yet againe? What! Do you heere? Shal we giue ore and drowne? Haue you a minde to finke? Sebaf. A poxe o'your throat, you bawling, blafphemous, incharitable Dog! Botef. Worke you then! 40 Anth. Hang cur! hang! You whorefon infolent Noyfemaker! we are leffe afraid to be drownde, then thou art. 43 Gonz. I'le warrant him for drowning, though the Ship were no ftronger then a Nutt-fhell, and as leaky as an vnftanched wench. 32. Exeunt] Exit F. 36-7. Re-enter..] Enter.. F (after 'plague A cry within. 1. 35). 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! muft our mouths be cold? 48 [Exeunt. Gonz. The King, and Prince, at prayers! let's assist them, For our cafe is as theirs. Sebaf. I'am out of patience. 52 An. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards! This wide-chopt-rafcall: would thou mightst lye drowning The washing of ten Tides! Hee'l be hang'd yet, Gonz. And gape at widft to glut him. 2 Mar. We split! we split! 3 Mar. 4 Mar. Farewell, brother! 5 Mar. 56 [A confufed noyfe within. Mercy on vs! Farewell my wife, and children! We split, we split, we split! 60 [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, any thing. The Wills aboue be done! but I would faine dye a dry death. [Exit. 65 Actus Primus. Scena Secunda. The Sea-Cliffes. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Mira. If by your Art (my deerest father) you haue Oh! I haue fuffered I Dashes the fire out. 61. Exeunt...] Exit F. 1 firrs = furze. With those that I faw fuffer! A braue veffell Haue funcke the Sea within the Earth, or ere It should the good Ship so haue swallow'd, and Prof. Mira. Prof. 12 O woe, the day! No harme! 16 I haue done nothing, but in care of thee (Of thee, my deere one! thee, my daughter!) who Of whence I am; nor that I am more better Mira. More to know, Did neuer medle with my thoughts. I fhould informe thee farther! 20 'Tis time Lend thy hand, 24 [Throws down his Mantle. And plucke my Magick garment from me! So! ¶ 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) 28 So fafely ordered, that there is no foule, No, not fo much perdition as an hayre, Betid to any creature in the vessell 31 Which thou heardst cry, which thou saw'ft finke. Sit downe! For thou must now know farther. Mira. [Both sit down. You haue often Begun to tell me what I am, but stopt, The The howr's now come; very minute byds thee ope thine eare; 36 |