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ALONSO, King of Naples.
MIRANDA, daughter to PROSPERO.
ARIEL, an airy Spirit.
Other Spirits attending on PROSPERO.
SCENE,— The Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an uninhabited Island.
Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain. Master. Boatswain ! Boats. Here, master: what cheer ? Mast. Good, speak to the mariners: fall to’t yarely, or we run ourselves aground : bestir, bestir.
[Exit. Enter Mariners. 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.
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 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: 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 hanged, our case is miserable.
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO.
Seb. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable 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 for drowning ; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench.
Biats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! Set her two courses : off to sea again ; lay her off.
Re-enter Mariners, wet.
[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.
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. Seb. Let's take leave of him.
[Exit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of harren ground; long heath, brown furze, anything. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.
SCENE II.—The Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO.
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.
Be collected :
O, woe the day!
More to know
'Tis time I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.—So:
[Lays down his robe. Lie there, my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely order'd, that there is no soul — No, not so much perdition as a hair, Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit
down; For thou must now know farther. Mira.
You have often
Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd,
The hour 's now come;
Mira. . Certainly, Sir, I can.
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person?
'Tis far off ;
Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it,
But that I do not.
Sir, are not you my father ?
( the heavens!
Both, both, my girl :
O! my heart bleeds
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call’d Antonio,-