ALONSO, King of Naples. Prospero, the rightful Duke of Milan. Ferdinand, son to the King of Naples. Gonzalo, an honest old counsellor of Naples. Adrian, Francisco, Lords. Caliban, a savage and deformed slave. Trinculo, a jester. Stephano, a drunken butler. Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners. Miranda, daughter to Prospero. Ariel, an airy spirit. SCENE, the sea, with a ship; afterwards an uninhabited island. THE TE M PE S T. 25 ACT I. SCENE I. On a Ship at Sea. A Storm with Thunder and Lightning. Enter a Ship - master, and a Boatswain. Boats. Here, master: What cheer? Mast. Good: Speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. 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. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain? Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our la bour; 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 love more than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these clements 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 liv'd so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Out of our way, 1 Cheerly, good hearts 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 hang'd, our case is miserable. [Exeunt. Re-enter 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 louder than the weather, or our office. Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio and Gonzalo. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind so sink? Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blas phemous, uncharitable dog! Boats. Work you, then. Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noisemaker, we are less afraid to be drown'd than thou art. Gon. I'll warrant him- for drowning; though. the ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky as an unstanch'd wench. Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Enter Mariners wet. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [Exeunt. Bonts. What, must our mouths be cold? Gon. The King and Prince at prayers! let us assist them. For our case is as theirs. Though every drop of water swear against it, ns! Seb. [A confused noise within.] and children! Farewel, brother! we split, we split! Mercy on Farewell, my wife [Exit. [Exit. Ant. Let's all sink with the King. Seb. Let's take leave of him. Gon. 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 the cell of Profpero. Enter Prospero and Miranda. Mir. 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, With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Pro. Be collected; No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, Mir. O, woe the day! Pro. No harm: I have done nothing but in care of thee Mir. More to know Did never meddle, with my thoughts. Pro. 'Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magick garment from me. → So; (Lays down his mantle. Lie there my art. Wipe thou, thine eyes; have comfort The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd |