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SCENE I.-On a Ship at Sea.


GONZALO, and others. A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning.

Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the Enter a Shipmaster, and a Boatswain. master? Play the men. Master. Boatswain ?

Boats. I pray now, keep below. Boals. Here, master: what cheer?

Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ? Mast. Good. Speak to the mariners : fall to't

Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our

labour. Keep your cabins; you do assist the storm. yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.

Gon. Nay, good, be patient. (Erit.

Boals. When the sea is. Hence! What care Enter Mariners.

these roarers for the name of king? To cabin : Boats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my silence! trouble us not. hearts! yare, yare. Take in the top-sail; tend to Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast the master's whistle.—Blow, till thou burst thy aboard. wind, if room enough!

Boals. None that I more love than myself. You

are a counsellor: if you can command these ele- With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, ments to silence, and work the peace of the present, Who had no doubt some noble creature in her, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority : Dash'd all to pieces. O! the cry did knock if you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis- Had I been any god of power, I would chance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er hearts !-Out of our way, I say.


It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow : The fraughting souls within her. methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him ; Pro.

Be collected : his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart, fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny There's no harm done. our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he Mira.

O, woe the day! be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.


No harm. [E.reunt. || I have done nothing but in care of thee, Re-enter Boatswain.

(Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who

Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Boats. Down with the top-mast: yare; lower, Of whence I am; nor that I am more better lower. Bring her to try with main-course.—(A Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, cry within.]-A plague upon this howling! they are

And thy no greater father. louder than the weather, or our office.


More to know
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, Antonio, and Gonzalo.

Did never meddle with my thoughts.

'Tis time Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er, I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, and drown? Have you a mind to sink ?

And pluck my magic garment from me.—So: Seb. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphe

(Lays down his mantle, mous, incharitable dog!

Lie there my art.— Wipe thou thine eyes; have Boats. Work you, then.

comfort. Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than

The very virtue of compassion in thee, thou art.

I have with such provision in mine art Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the So safely order'd, that there is no soulship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky No, not so much perdition as an hair, as an unstanched wench.

Betid to any creature in the vessel Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! Set her two Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. courses : off to sea again ; lay her off.

Sit down;

For thou must now know further.
Enter Mariners, wet.


You have often Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd,

(Ereunt. And left me to a bootless inquisition, Boats. What! must our mouths be cold?

Concluding, “Stay, not yet." Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us Pro.

The hour's now come, assist them,

The very ininute bids thee ope thine ear; For our case is as theirs.

Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember Seb. I am out of patience.

A time before we came unto this cell ? Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not drunkards.

Out three years old. This wide-chapp'd rascal,—would, thou might'st lie Mira.

Certainly, sir, I can. drowning,

Pro. By what? by any other house, or person! The washing of ten tides !

Of any thing the image tell me, that Gon.

He'll be hanged yet. Hath kept with thy remembrance. Though every drop of water swear against it,


'Tis far off; And gape at wid'st to glut him.

And rather like a dream, than an assurance (A confused noise within.]-Mercy on us !-We That my remembrance warrants. Had I not split, we split !-Farewell, my wife and children !- Four or five women once, that tended me? Farewell, brother!—We split, we split, we split!- Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Erit.

is it, Seb. Let's take leave of him.

Erit. That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of In the dark backward and abysm of time? sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, furze, any thing. The wills above be done! but I How thou cam'st here, thou may'st. would fain die a dry death.


But that I do not,

Pro. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year SCENE II.— The Island: before the Cell of


Thy father was the duke of Milan, and

A prince of power.

Mira. Sir, are not you my father! Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. She said-thou wast my daughter; and thy father The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Was duke of Milan, and his only heir But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, And princess no worse issued. Dashes the fire out. O! I have suffer'd


O, the heavens!


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What foul play had we, that we came from thence ? To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Or blessed was't, we did ?

Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Both, both, my girl :


Now the condition.
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; This king of Naples, being an enemy
But blessedly holp hither.

To me inveterate, harkens my brother's suit;

0! my heart bleeds Which was, that he in lieu o'the premises,-
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,
Which is from my remembrance. Please you, Should presently extirpate me and mine

Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan,
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, callid Antonio,- With all the honours, on my brother: whereon,
I pray thee, mark me, that a brother should A treacherous army levied, one midnight,
Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself,

Fated to the purpose, did Antonio opien
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put

The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
The manage of my state; as, at that time,

The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Through all the signiories it was the first,

Me, and thy crying self.
(And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed Mira.

Alack, for pity!
In dignity,) and, for the liberal arts,

I, not rememb’ring how I cried out then,
Without a parallel: those being all my study, Will cry it o'er again : it is a hint,
The government I cast upon my brother,

That wrings mine eyes to't.
And to my state grew stranger, being transported,


Hear a little further,
And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle- And then I'll bring thee to the present business
Dost thou attend me?

Which now's upon us; without the which this
Sir, most heedfully.

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits,

Were most impertinent.
How to deny them, whom t advance,
and whom Mira.

Wherefore did they not
To trash for over-topping, new created

That hour destroy us?
The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd


Well demanded, wench: them,

My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst
Or else new form'd them: having both the key

Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was A mark so bloody on the business; but
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
And suck'd my verdure out on't.—Thou attend'st In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,

Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepard
Mira. O good sir! I do.

A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg’d,

I pray thee, mark me. Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us,
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind To cry to the sea that roar'd to us ; to sigh
With that, which but by being so retir'd

To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Did us but loving wrong.
Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust,


Alack! what trouble
Like a good parent, did beget of him

Was I then to you!
A falsehood, in its contrary as great


O! a cherubin
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Thou wast, that did preserve me. Thou didst smile,
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,

When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
But what my power might else exact,--like one, Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,

An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Made such a sinner of his memory,

Against what should ensue.
To credit his own lie,- he did believe


How came we ashore !
He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution, Pro. By Providence divine,
And executing th' outward face of royalty,

Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
With all prerogative :-hence his ambition

A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Growing, -Dost thou hear?

Out of his charity, (who being then appointed
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Master of this design,) did give us; with
Pro. To have no screen between this part he Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,

Which since have steaded much: so, of his gentle-
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be

Absolute Milan. Me, poor man!-my library Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties From my own library, with volumes that
He thinks me now incapable; confederates

I prize above my dukedom.
(So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, Mira.

Would I might
To give him annual tribute, do him homage,

But ever see that man!
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend


Now I arise,
The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan!) Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
To most ignoble stooping.

Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
O the heavens !

Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
Pro. Mark his condition, and th' event; then Than other princes can, that have more time

For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
If this might be a brother.

Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I
I should sin

pray you, sir,

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