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. 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. 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 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 Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's leaky as an unstaunched3 wench. 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,2 we will not hand a ropè 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: me. thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good (1) Readily. (2) Present instant. 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! [Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? 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 are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chapped rascal;-'Would, thou might'st (3) Incontinent. (4) Absolutely. Ant. Let's all sink with the king. Seb. Let's take leave of him. Exit. Exit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown farze, 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. Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, .Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell? I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Out? three years old. Mira. Certainly, sir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mira. "Tis far off; And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants: had I not Four or five women once, that tended me? Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how is it, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else (2) Quite. (3) Abyss. (1) Before. In the dark backward and abysm3 of time? Pro. Twelve years since, Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Mira. O, the heavens ! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did? Pro. Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither. Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen4 that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you further. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,— I pray thee, mark me,--that a brother should Be so perfidious!--he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put The manage of my state; as, at that time, Through all the signiories it was the first, And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Without a parallel; those being all my study, The government I cast upon my brother, And to my state grew stranger, being transported, And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleDost thou attend me? I pray thee, mark me. Mira. As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd, And him he play'd it for, he needs will be I prize above my dukedom. But ever see that man! 'Would I might Now I arise: Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties || From my own library, with volumes that O the heavens! Pro. Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Than other princes can, that have more time tell me, If this might be a brother. Mira. I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons. Pro. Now the condition. Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint3, That wrings mine eyes. Pro. Hear a little further, (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set Mira. Was I then to you! Alack! what trouble O! a cherubim Pro. Mira. Know thus far forth.-- I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star; whose influence Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Enter Ariel. Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, Pro. Hast thou, spirit, I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Not a soul Ari. Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd la- I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet, Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Pro. Ariel, thy charge Must by us both be spent most preciously. Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Pro. How now? moody? What is't thou canst demand? Ari. My liberty. O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Ari. Pro. I will discharge thee. Do so; and after two days That's my noble master! [Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Mira. The strangeness of your story put Pro. We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Shake it off: come on; "Tis a villain, sir, Yields us kind answer. Mira. But, as 'tis, I do not love to look on. Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph. Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible They would not take her life. Is not this true? Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought |