Alonso, king of Naples. TEMPEST. Master. PERSONS REPRESENTED. Prospero, the rightful duke of Milan. Antonio, his brother, the usurping duke of Milan. Iris, Ceres, Juno, Gonzalo, an honest old counsellor of Naples. } lords. Caliban, a savage and deformed slave. Stephano, a drunken butler. Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners. BOATSWAIN, Boats. Here, master: what cheer? 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 top-sail: tend to the master's whistle.-Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! Miranda, daughter to Prospero. ACT I. fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he SCENE I-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. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Alon. Good boatswain, have a care. Where's the master? Play the men. Boats. I pray now, keep below. 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. Ariel, an airy spirit. spirits. Other spirits attending on Prospero. Scene, the sea, with a ship; afterwards an uninhabited island. Nymphs, 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. Enter Mariners, wet. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Seb. I am out of patience. Boals. None that I more love 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, The washing of ten tides! and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis- Gon. He'll be hanged yet; chance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good Though every drop of water swear against it, hearts.-Out of our way, I say. [Exit. And gape at wid'st to glut him. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.This wide-chapped rascal ;-'Would, thou might'sť lie drowning, Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: me- [A confused noise within.] Mercy on us!-We thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his split, we split! 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) Absolutely. But that I do not. Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. In the dark backward and abysm 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. sca 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 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, 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 e'er1 It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The freighting souls within her.) Be collected; Pro. No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, O, wo the day! No harm. Mira. Pro. 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. Mira. More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. Pro. 'Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; [Lays doron his mantle. Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd For thou must now know further. Mira. Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how Mira. Pro. Twelve years since, Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and O, the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did? Pro. Both, both, my girl. By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither. Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen' that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you further. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should Be so perfidious!-he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put The manage of my state; as, at that time, Through all the signiories it was the first, And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Without a parallel; those being all my study, The government I cast upon my brother, And to my state grew stranger, being transported, And wrapt in secret studies. Thy faise uncleDost thou attend me? Mira. Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash' for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine; I say cr chang'd them, Or else new form'd them: having both the key To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not: 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, O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother, Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust, Like a good parent, did beget of him A falsehood, in its contrary as great As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded, But what my power might else exact,-like one, Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie,-he did believe He was the duke; out of the substitution, And executing the outward face of royalty, With all prerogative:-Hence his ambition Growing,-Dost hear? Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part be play'd, And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan: me, poor man!-my library (4) Sorrow. (5) Cut away. (6) Without. Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties From my own library, with volumes that Mira. But ever see that man! O the heavens! Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Than other princes can, that have more time tell me, If this might be a brother. Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I Pro. Mira. Alack, for pity! Pro. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which, this story Were most impertinent. Mira. Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us? Pro. (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set A rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd, Mira. Alack! what trouble Was I then to you! Pro. O! a cherubim Thou wast, that did preserve me? Thou didst smile, How came we ashore? Mira. Out of his charity (who being then appointed ness, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, (1) Thirsty. (2) Consideration. (5) Suggestion. (4) Sprinkled. (5) Stubborn resolution. |
