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PERSONS REPRESENTED. ALONSO, King of Naples. FRANCISCO, a lord.
IRIS, SEBASTIAN, his brother. CALIDAN, a savage and deformed CERES, PROSPERO, the rightful Duke of slave.
Nymphs, ANTONIO, his brother, the usurp- STEPHANO, a drunken butler. Reapers, ing Duke of Milan.
Master of a ship, Boatswain, and FERDINAND, son to the King of Mariners.
Other spirits attending on Pros. Naples.
pero. GONZALO, an honest old coun- MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero. sellor of Naples.
SCENE.--The sea, with a ship; ADRIAN, a lord. ARIEL, an airy spirit.
afterwards an Island,
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? [them, SCENE I.-On e Ship at Sea. A Storm, with Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist Thunder and Lightning.
For our case is as theirs.
Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunk. Jaster. Boatswain,
ards. Boals. Here, master: What cheer? Paster. Good : Speak to the mariners: fall to 't The washing of ten tides !
This wide-chopp'd rascal ;-'Would, thou mightst
[lie drowning, yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. Gon.
He'll be hang'd yet; [Exit. Though every drop of water swear against it, Enter Mariners.
And gape at wid'st to glut him. Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my [A confused noise within.)--Mercy on us! We split, hearts; yare, yare: Take in the topsail: Tend to we split !--Farewell, my wife and children! Fare. the master's whistle.-Blow till thou burst thy wind, well, brother! We split, we split, we split ! if room enough!
Ant. Let 's all sink with the king.
[Exit. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand,
Seb. Let's take leave of him.
(Exit. Gonzalo, and others.
Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where 's the for an acre of barren ground; long heatsi, brown Diaster? Play the men.
furze, anything: The wills above be done! but I
would fain die a dry death, Boats. I pray now, keep below.
(Exit. Ant. Where is the master, boson?
SCENE II.--The Island : before the Cell of Prospero. Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour:
Enter Prospero and Miranda,
Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : roarers for the name of king? To cabin : silence; But that'the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, trouble us not. Gon, Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd Boats. None that I more love than myself. You who had no doubt some noble creature in her, are a counsellor; if you can command these ele Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock ments to silence, and
work the peace of the present, Against my very heart! Poor souls ! they perish'd. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis; It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and chance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good The fraughting souls within her. hearts. -Out of our way, I say.
(Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow : me- No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
Be collected; thinks he hath no drowning inark upon him; his com. There's no ların done. plexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to
Mira. O, woc the day ! his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, I have done nothing but in care of thee,
No harm. for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hanged our case is iniserable. (Exeunt.
(Of thee, my dear onc ! thee, my daughter !) who
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Re-enter Boatswain.
Of whence I am ; nor that I am inore better Boats. Down with the topmast; yare ; lower, lower; Than Prospero, inaster of a full poor cell, bring her to try with main-course. (A cry within.) And thy no greater father. Niira. More to know A plague upon this howling: they are louder than Did never meddle with my thoughts. the weather, or our office.
'Tis time Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo.
I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, Yet again ? what do you here? Shall we give o'er And pluck my magic garment from me. -So; and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
(Lirys down itis mantle, Seb. A pox o'your throat! you bawling, blasphem. Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thinc eyes ; have cus, incharitable dog !
comfort. Boats. Work you, then.
The direful spectacle of the wrack, which touch'd Ant. Hang, cur, hang!you whoreson,insolent noise. The very virtue of compassion in thee, maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
I have with such provision in mine art ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky Betid to any creature in the vessel Gon. I 'll warrant him for drowning; though the So safely order'd, that there is no soul
No, not so much perdition as an hair, as an unstanched wench.
[Sit down; Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold: set her two courses; For thou must now know farther.
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. off to sea again ; lay her off.
You have often Enter Mariners, wel.
Begun to tell me what I am; but stoppid, Mar. All lost ! to prayers, to prayers! all lost ! And left me to.a bootless inquisition ; Exeunt. Concluding, 'Stay, 11ot yet.'-
The hour 's now come; Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
He thinks me now incapable: confederates Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, A time before we came unto this cell?
To give him annual tribute, do him homage ; I do not think thou canst ; for then thou wast not Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend Out three years old.
The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan !) Mira. Certainly, sir, I can.
To most ignoble stooping. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person ? Mira.
O the heavens ! Of anything the image tell me that
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event;then tell me, Hath kept with thy remembrance.
If this might be a brother. Mirir. I shoulcl sin ./ira.
'Tis far off; To think but nobly of my grandmother: And rather like a dream than an assurance
Good wombs have borne bad sons. That my remembrance warrants : Ilad I not
Now the condition. Four or five women once that tended me? [is it This king of Naples, being an enemy
Pr. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda : But how To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit :
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
But that I do not. With all the honours, on my brother: Whercon Pro. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year A treacherous arıy levied, one midnight Thy father was the duke of Milan, and [since, Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open A prince of power.
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Mira.
Sir, are not you my father? The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Me, and thy crying self. Mira. Alack, for pity! She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, Was duke of Milan; and his only heir
Will cry it o'er again : it is a hint, And princess no worse issued.
That wrings mine eyes to 't. dira. O, the leavens ! Pro.
Hear a little farthier, What foul play had we, that we came from thence? And then I'll bring thee to the present business Or blessed was 't we did?
Which now's upon us ; without the which, this story Pro.
Both, both, my girl; Were most impertinent. By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence;l Alira.
Wherefore did they not But blessedly holp hither.
That hour destroy us? lira. O, iny heart bleeds Pro.
Well demanded, wench; To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not; Which is from my remembrance ! Please you, (So dear the love my people bore ine) nor set farther.
A mark so bloody on the business; but Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, cail'd Antonio, -- With colours fairer painted their foul ends. I pray thee mark me that a brother should
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark; Be so perfidious;-he whom, next thyself,
Bore us soine leagues to sea; where they prepard Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
A rotten carcase of a butt, not rigg'd, The manage of my state, as, at that time,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively have quit it: there they loist us,
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Alack! what trouble
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt;
How came we ashore ? Or else new form'd them; having both the key Pro. By Providence divine, Of officer and office, set all hearts i' th' state Some food we had, and some fresh water, that To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, The ivy whicli had hid my princely trunk, [not. Out of his charity (who being then appointed And suck'd my verdure out on 't.--Thou attend'st Master of this design) did give us; with Mira. O good sir, I do.
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Pro.
I pray thee, mark me. Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleI thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnishi me, (ness, To closeness, and the lettering of iny mind Froin mine own library, with volumes that With that, which, but by being so retired, I prize above my dukedom. O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother
'Would I might Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust,
But ever see that man! P;o. Now I arise :Like a good parent, did beget of him
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. A falsehood, in its contrary as great
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here As iny trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit A confidence sans bound. He being thus lordcd, Than other princes can, that have more time Not only with what my revenue yielded,
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. (you, sir, But what my power inight else exact,---like one Mira. Heavens thank you for 't! And now, I pray Who having unto truth, by telling of it,
(For still 't is beating in my mind,) your reason Made such a sinner of his menory,
For raising this sea-storm? To credit his own lie, he did believe
Know thus far forth. He was indeed the duke; out of the substitution, By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, And executing outward
Now my dear lady. hath mine enemies
I find'ıny zenith doth depend upon