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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 he SCENE 1.-On a ship at sea. A storm, with be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. thunder and lightning. Enter a Ship-master
(Exeunt. and a Boatswain.
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 Boats. Here, master : what cheer?
louder than the weather, or our office.Mast. Good : speak to the mariners: fall to't varely,' or we run ourselves aground : bestir, Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo.
Yet again ? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, Enter 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 wind, if room enough!
Ant. Hang, cúr, hang! you whoreson, insolent 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 Alon. Good boatswain, have a care. Where's
leaky is an unstaunched' wench. the master? Play the men.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two Boats. I pray now, keep below.
courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Ant. Where is the master, boastwain ? Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our la
Enter Mariners, wet. bour! keep your cabins : you do assist the storm. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers ! all lost !
(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 : Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us
assist them, Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast For our case is as theirs.
Seb. I am out of patience. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You
Ant. We are merelyé 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,: This wide-chapped rascal ;-'Would, thou might'st We will not hand a rope more; use your authority. lie drowning, 1. you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, The washing of ten tides!
He'll be hanged yet; chance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good Though every drop of water swear against it,
Gm. I have great comfort from this fellow!"me: AA confused noise within.] Mercy on us !-We thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; "his Split, we split?o Farewell, my wife and children complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Farewell, brother ! -We split, we split, we split.--(1) Readily. (2) Present instant.
(3) Incontinent. (4) Abonlutely,
silence: trouble us not.
Int, Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. In the dark backward and abysın. of time?
(Exit. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here,
But that I do not, furze, any thing: the wills above be done! but I Pro. Twelve years since, would fain die a dry death.
[Escit. Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was
The duke of Milan, and a prince of power.
She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
A princess ;-no worse issued.
O, the heavens!
Or blessed was't we did ?
Both, both, my girl :
But blessedly holp hither.
O, my heart bleeds Had I been any god of power, I would
To think o' the teen* that I have turn'd you to, Hlave sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er!
Which is from my remembrance! Please you further. It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,The freighting souls within her.
I pray thee, mark me,--that a brother should Pro.
Be collected ;
Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself,
The manage of my state; as, at that time,
Through all the signiories was the first,
No harm. And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,
Dost thou attend me?
Sir, most heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
To trash' for over-topping ; new created And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; The creatures that were mine; I say or chang'il (Lays doron his mantle.
them, Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes ; have or else new form'd them: having both the key comfort.
of officer and office, set all hearts
The ivy, which had my princely trunk,
And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st
I pray thee, mark me.
O good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being so retir'd,
You have often
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood, in its contrary as great
The hour's now come; As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact,--like one,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
Certainly, sir, I can. To credit his own lie,-he did believe
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative:–Hence his ambition
"Tis far off; Growing, -Dost hear ?
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Absolute Milan: me, poor man!--my library
(5) Cut away, (6) Without.
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties From my own library, with volumes that
'Would I might
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 Mira.
O the heavens! Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit Pro. Mark his condition, and the 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 Mira.
I should sin
pray you, sir, To think but nobly of my grandmother: (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason Good wombs have born bad sons.
For raising this sea-storin?
Know thus far forth. This king of Naples, being an enemy
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
A most auspicious star; whose influence
(Miranda sleeps. The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Me, and thy crying self.
Approach, my Ariel; come. Mira.
Alack, for pity!
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I Pro.
Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business
To answer thy best pleasure; bet to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
Hast thou, spirit, Pro. Well demanded, wench;
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst
Ari. To every article.
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, not ; So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, A mark so bloody on the business ; but
I flam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide, With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
And burn in many places; on the top-mast, In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
The yards, and bowsprit would I dlaine distinctly; Bore us some leagues to sea ; where they prepara Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the preA rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary, Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
And sight-outrunning were not : the fire, and cracks To cry to the sea that roard to us, to sigh
of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble; Did us but loving wrong.
Yea, his dread trident shake.
My brave spirit ! Was I then to you!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil' Pro.
Would not insect his reason ? 0! a cherubim Thou wast, that did preserve me? Thou didst smile, But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Not a sou Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck’da the sea with drops full salt; Plung’d in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Some tricks of desperation: all, but mariners, Under may burden groan'd; which rais d in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Then all a-tire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, Against what should ensue.
With hair upstaring (then like reeds, not hair,) Mire. How caine we ashore ?
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, Pro. By Providence divine.
And all the devils are here.
Pro. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
Why, that's my spirit ! A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
But was not this nigh shore ?
Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari. Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Not a hair perish'd; Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle. But fresher than before : and, as thou bad'st me,
On their sustaining garments not a blemish, ness, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle:
The king's son have I landed by himself; (1) Thirsty. (2) Consideration. (3) Suggestion. (4) Sprinkled. (5) Stubborn resolution. (6) The minutest article. (7) Bustle, tumult.