PERSONS REPRESENTED. Alonso, king of Naples. Sebastian, his brother. Prospero, the rightful duke of Milan. Antonio, his brother, the usurping duke of Milan. Ferdinand, son to the king of Naples. Gonzalo, an honest old counsellor of Naples. Adrian, Francisco, lords. Caliban, a savage and deformed slave. Trinculo, a jester. Stephano, a drunken butler. Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners. Miranda, daughter to Prospero. Ariel, an airy spirit. Iris, Other Spirits attending on Prospero. SCENE, the Sea, with a Ship; afterwards, an uninhabited Island. THE TEMPEST. ACT I. SCENE I. On a Ship at Sea. Enter a SHIP-MASTER and a BOATSWAIN, Boats. Here, master: what cheer? or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. Enter MARINERS. [Exit. Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-sail; "Tend to the master's whistle;--Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO, and others. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men. Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain? Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: 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 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 liv'd 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 hang'd, our case is miserable. Re-enter BOATSWAIN. [Exeunt. Boats. Down with the top-mast; 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, uncharitable dog! Boats. Work you then. Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noisemaker, we are less afraid to be drown'd than thou art. Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanch'd wench. Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Enter MARINERS wet. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! Boats. What, must our months be cold? [Exeunt. Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist them, for our case is as theirs. Seb. I am out of patience. Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chopp'd rascal;-Would, thou might'st lie The washing of ten tides! Gon. He'll be hang'd yet; [drowning, 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 with the king. [Exit. [Exit. 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 the Cell of PROSPERO. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: Pro. Be collected; No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, Mira. O woe the day! Pro. No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Of whence I am; nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father. Mira. More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. Pro. 'Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, [Lays down his mantle. Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit For thou must now know further. [down |