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TEMPEST.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.
Alonso, king of Naples.

Miranda, daughter to Prospero.
Sebastian, his brother.
Prospero, the rightful duke of Milan,

Ariel, an airy spirit.
Antonio, his brother, the usurping duke of Milan. Iris,
Ferdinand, son to the king of Naples.

Ceres,
Gonzalo, an honest old counsellor of Naples. Juno,

spirits.

Nymphs, Francisco,

Reapers,
Caliban, a savage and deformed slare.

Other spirits attending on Prospero.
Trinculo, e jester.
Stephano, a drunken butler.

Scene, the sea, with a ship; afterwards an uninMaster of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.

habited island.

Adrian,

} lords.

BOATSWAIN,

bestir

ACT I.

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.

Re-enter Boatswain.
Master.

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.

(Exil.

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.

aboard.

Int, Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. In the dark backward and abysın. of time?
Seb. Let's take leave of him.

(Exit. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here,
Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.
sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown Mira.

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.
SCENE II.-The island : before the cell of Pros- Mira. Sir, are not you my father.
pero. Enter Prospero and Miranda. Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and

She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Was duke of Milan; and his only heir
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:

A princess ;-no worse issued.
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Mira,

O, the heavens!
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, What foul play had we, that we came from thence ?
Dashes the fire out. 0, I have suffer'd

Or blessed was't we did ?
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Pro.

Both, both, my girl :
Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, By foul play, as thou say'st, were we leav'd thence;
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock

But blessedly holp hither.
Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd.

Mira,

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,
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
There's no harm done.

The manage of my state; as, at that time,
Mira.
0, wo the day!

Through all the signiories was the first,
Pro.

No harm. And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
(or thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who Without a parallel; those being all my study,

In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing The government I čast upon my brother,
Of whence I am; nor that I am more better And to my state grew stranger, being transported,
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-
And thy no greater father.

Dost thou attend me?
Mira.
More to know Mira.

Sir, most heedfully.
Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits,
Pro.

'Tis time

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 direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
The very virtue of compassion in thee,

The ivy, which had my princely trunk,
I have with such provision in mine art

And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st
So safely order'd, that there is no soul-

not:
No, kot so much perdition as a hair,

I pray thee, mark me.
Betid to any creature in the vessel

Mira.

O good sir, I do.
Which thou heard'st ery, which thou saw'st sink.

Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
Sit down ;

To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
For thou must now know further.

With that, which, but by being so retir'd,
Mira.

You have often

O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother,
Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd Awak'd an evil nature : and my trust,
And left me to a bootless inquisition;

Like a good parent, did beget of him
Concluding, Stay, not yel.--

A falsehood, in its contrary as great
Pro.

The hour's now come; As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
The very minute bids thec ope thine ear; A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember

Not only with what my revenue yielded,
A time before we came unto this cell ?

But what my power might else exact,--like one,
I do not think thou canst ; for then thou wast not Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Out? three years old.

Made such a sinner of his memory,
Mira.

Certainly, sir, I can. To credit his own lie,-he did believe
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? He was the duke ; out of the substitution,
Of any thing the image tell me, that

And executing the outward face of royalty,
Hath kept with thy remembrance.

With all prerogative:–Hence his ambition
Mira.

"Tis far off; Growing, -Dost hear ?
And rather like a dream than an assurance

Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
That my remembrance warrants: had I not Pro. To have no screen' between this part he
Four or five women once, that tended me?

play'd,
Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
is it,

Absolute Milan: me, poor man!--my library
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
(1) Before. (2) Quite. (3) Abyes. (4) Sorrow.

(5) Cut away, (6) Without.

:

tell me,

come

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

Pro.

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?
Pro.
Now the condition. Pro.

Know thus far forth. This king of Naples, being an enemy

By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Which was, that he in licu? o' the premises,- Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, - I ond iny zenith doth depend upon
Should presently extirpate me and mine

A most auspicious star; whose influence
Out of the dukedom; and conser fair Milan, If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
With all the honours, on my brother: whereon, Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions;
A treacherous army levied, one midnight Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open And give it way ;-I know thou canst not choose..
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,

(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!
I, not rememb’ring how I cried out then,

Enter Ariel.
Will cry it o'er again ; it is a hint,"
That wrings mine eyes.

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,
Which now's upon us ; without the which, this story on the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task

To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
Were most impertinent.
Mira.
Wherefore did they not Ariel, and all his quality.

Pro.
That hour destroy us?

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.
Mira,

Pro.
Alack! what trouble

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

Ari.

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 ?
Ari.

Close by, my master.
Out of his charity (who being then appointed
Master of this design,) did give us, with

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.

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