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SCENE I.-On a Ship at Sea. A tempestuous noise
of Thunder and Lightning heard.
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 topsail ; 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 lo 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.
Exeunt. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the topmast : 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 to sink?
Seb. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog !
Boats. Work you, then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang ! you whoreson, insolent noisemaker, 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.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold ! Set her two courses off to sea again ; lay her off.
Enter Mariners, wet.
For our case is as theirs.
I am out of patience.
drunkards. This wide-chapp'd rascal,-would thou might'st lie
drowning The washing of ten tides ! Gon.
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 !Ant. Let 's all sink wi' 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 barren ground ; long heath, brown furze, any thing. 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. 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, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek Dashes the fire out. O! I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her,
Be collected :
O, woe the day!
More to know
'Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand And pluck my magic garment from me.
Lays down his mantle. 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 soulNo, not so much perdition as an 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 further. Mir.
You have often
Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd,
The hour 's now come,
Certainly, sir, I can. Pros. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mir.
'Tis far off ; And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants. Had I not Four or five women once that tended me ?
Pros. 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 may’st. Mir.
But that I do not. Pros. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year
Sir, are not you my father?
O, the heavens !
Both, both, my girl :