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ed as an object of laudable curiosity. Nothing || history. The industry of his illustrators for the could be more highly gratifying, than an account last forty years, has been such as probably never of the early studies of this wonderful man, the was surpassed in the annals of literary investigaprogress of his pen, his moral and social qualities,||tion; yet so far are we from information of the his friendships, his failings, and whatever else con- | conclusive or satisfactory kind, that even the order stitutes personal history. But on all these topics in which his plays were written rests principally his contemporaries, and his immediate successors, || on conjecture, and of some of the plays usually have been equally silent; and if aught can here- | printed among his works, it is not yet determined after be discovered, it must be by exploring whether he wrote the whole, or any part. We sources which have hitherto escaped the anxious are, however, indebted to the labours of his comresearches of those who have devoted their wholementators, not only for much light thrown upon his lives, and their most vigorous talents, to revive his obscurities, but for a text purified from the gross memory, and illustrate his writings.
blunders of preceding transcribers and editors:
and it is almost unnecessary to add, that the text It is equally unfortunate, that we know as little of the following volumes is that of the last correct. of the progress of his writings, as of his personalled edition of Johnson and Steevens.
Miranda, daughter to Prospero.
Ariel, an airy spirit.
Other spirits attending on Prospero.
Scene, the sea, with a ship; afterwards an uninMaster of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny
our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If be SCENE 1.-On a ship at sea. A storm, with | be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable
[Exeunt thunder and lightning. Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain.
Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, Master.
lower; bring her to try with main course. [A cry BOATSWAIN,
within.] A plague upon this howling! they are Boats. Here, master: what cheer?
louder than the weather, or our office.Mast. Good: speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, be
Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo
(Exit. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, Enier Mariners.
and drown? Have you a mind to sink ?
Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasBoats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my || phemous, uncharitable dog! hearts ; yare, yare: take in the top-sail : tend to Boats. Work you, then. the master's whistle.--Blow, till thou burst thy Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent wind, if room enough!
noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than
thou art. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though Gonzalo, and others.
the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as
leaky as an unstaunched3 wench. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set ber two Boats. I pray now, keep below.
courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain?
Enter Mariners, wet. Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour! keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
(Exeunt. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: si- Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us lence: trouble us not.
assist them, Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast | For our case is as theirs. aboard.
Seb. I am out of patience. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You Ant. We are merely4 cheated of our lives by are a counsellor; if you can command these ele
drunkards. ments to silence, and work the peace of the present,2 | This wide-chapped rascal;—'Would, thou might'st we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. lie drowning, If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, || The washing of ten tides ! and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis- Gon.
He'll be hanged yet; chance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good || Though every drop of water swear against it, hearts.--Out of our way, I say.
(Exit. And gape at wid'st to glut him. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: me-(.A confused noise within.] Mercy on us.We thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his split, we split!-Farewell, my wife and children:complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, goodFarewell, brother -We split, we split, we split.(1) Readily. (2) Present instant.
(3) Incontinent. (4) Absolutely.