and lightning heard.

Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain.

Master. Boatswain !

Boatswain. Here, master; what cheer?

Master. Good, speak to the mariners: fall to 't, yarely, or we run ourselves aground; bestir, bestir! C

[Exit.

Boatswain. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the master's whistle.-Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, Gonzalo, and others.

Alonso. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.

Boatswain. I pray now, keep below.

Antonio. Where is the master, boatswain?

Boatswain. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour.
Keep your cabins; you do assist the storm.
Gonzalo. Nay, good, be patient.

Boatswain. When the sea is. Hence! roarers for the name of king? To cabin!

us not.

What cares these
Silence! trouble

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Gonzalo. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Boatswain. None that I love more 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.

Gonzalo. 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. [Exeunt.

Enter Boatswain.

Boatswain. Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower!

Bring her to try wi' the main-course. [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather or our office.

Enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO.

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Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

Sebastian. A plague o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!

Boatswain. Work you, then.

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Antonio. Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. Gonzalo. I'll warrant him for drowning, though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell.

Boatswain. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! Set her two courses. Off to sea again; lay her off.

Enter Mariners wet.

Mariners. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
Boatswain. What! must our mouths be cold?

Gonzalo. The king and prince at prayers! Let's assist

them,

For our case is as theirs.

Sebastian.

I'm out of patience.

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Antonio. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunk

This wide-chapp'd rascal,—would thou mightst lie drowning The washing of ten tides!

Gonzalo.

He'll be hang'd yet,

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!'-] Antonio. Let's all sink with the king.

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[Exit.

Sebastian. Let's take leave of him.

[Exit. Gonzalo. 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 Prospero's Cell.

Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.

Miranda. 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

"exaggeration.

With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel,
Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perish'd!
Had I been any god of power, I would

Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere

It should the good ship so have swallow'd and
The fraughting souls within her.

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.

Miranda.

More to know

'T is time

Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Prospero.

ΤΟ

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I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magic garment from me.—So:

[Lays down his mantle. Lie there, my art.—Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wrack, 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 soulNo, not so much perdition as an hair Betid to any creature in the vessel

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Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down; For thou must now know farther.

Miranda.

You have often

Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisition,
Concluding,‘Stay, not yet.'

Prospero.

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.

Miranda.

Certainly, sir, I can.

Prospero. By what? by any other house or person? Of any thing the image tell me that

Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Miranda.

'T is far off,

And rather like a dream than an assurance

That

my remembrance warrants. Had I not

Four or five women once that ended me?

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Prospero. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else

In the dark backward and abysm of time?

If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here,

How thou cam'st here thou mayst.

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