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Alonso, King of Naples.
MIRANDA, Daughler to Prospero.
ARIEL, an airy Spirit.
Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
SCENE, the Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an uninhabited Island.
SCENE I. - On a Ship al Sea.
Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast
aboard. A storm wuth thunder and lightning,
Boats. None that I more love than myself. You Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain.
are a counsellor ; if you can command these ele
ments to silence, and work the peace of the present, Master. Boatswain,
we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. Boats. Here, master : what cheer ?
If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, Master. Good : Speak to the mariners: fall to't and make yourself ready in your cabin for the yarely', or we run ourselves aground : bestir, bestir. mischance of the hour, if it so hap. — Cheerly, good
(Erit. hearts. — Out of our way,
[Erit. Enter Mariners.
Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow; Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my his complexion is perfect gallows.
methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him !
Stand fast, hearts; yare, yare : Take in the top-sail; Tend to good fate, to his hanging; make the rope of his the master's whistle. — Blow till thou hurst thy destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! wind, if room enough!
If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miser
able. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, Ferdinand,
[Ereunt. Gonzalo, and others.
Re-enler Boatswain. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the
Boats. Down with the topmast; yare; lower, master? Play the men.
lower ; bring her to try with main course. Boats. I pray now, keep below.
within.] A plague upon this howling! they are Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ?
louder than the weather, or our office – Boats. Do you not hear him?
You mar our labour ! keep your cabins : you do assist the storm.
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and Gonzalo. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Yet again ? what do you here? Shall we give o'er Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care and drown? Have you a mind to sink ? these roarers for the name of king? To cabins : Sed. A plague o'your throat ! you bawling, blas. silence : trouble us not.
phemous, uncharitable dog!
9 Present instant.
Boats. Work you, then.
I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, Ant. Hang, cur, hang ! you insolent noise-maker, And pluck my magic garment from me. —
- So; we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
(Lays down his mantle. Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning ; though Lie there my art. – Wipe thou thine eyes; have the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell.
comfort. Boals. Lay her a-hold, a-hold ; set her two The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd courses; off to sea again, lay her off.
The very virtue of compassion in thee,
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely order'd, that there is no soul
No, not so much perdition as an hair, Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers ! all lost !
Betid to any creature in the vessel (Exeunt.
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold ?
Sit down; Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist for thou must now know further. them.
You have often For our case is as theirs.
Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisition ;
The hour's now come ; This wide-chapped rascal ; -—'Would, thou might'st The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ; lie drowning
Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember The washing of ten tides !
A time before we came into this cell ?
I do not think thou canst ; for then thou wast not Though every drop of water swear against it,
Out + three years old. And gape at wid'st to glut him.
Certainly, sir, I can. [ 4 confused noise within.] Mercy on us ! - We
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? split, we split!-Farewell, my wife and children !
Of any thing the image tell me, that Farewell, brother; -We split, we split, we split !
Hath kept with thy remembrance. Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit.
'Tis far off"; Seb. Let's take leave of him.
(Erit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of And rather like a dream than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants : Had I not sea for an acre of barren ground ! long heath, brown Four or five women once, that tended me? furze, any thing: The wills above be done ! but I
Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda : But how would fain die a dry death.
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else SCENE II. — The Island: before the Cell of If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam’st here,
In the dark backward and abysm of time ?
How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.
But that I do not.
Pro. Twelve years since, Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was have
The duke of Milan, and a prince of power. Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them :
Mira. Sir, are not you my father ? The skiy, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
Was duke of Milan; and his only heir With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, A princess;
- no worse issued. Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Mira.
0, the heavens! Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock What foul play had we, that we came from thence ? Against my very heart! Poor souls ! they perish’d. Or blessed was't we did ? Had I been any god of power, I would
Both, both, my girl : Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd It should the good ship so have swallowed, and
thence; The freighting souls within her.
But blessedly holp hither.
O, my heart bleeds No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, To think o'the teen 5 that I have turn'd you to, There's no harm done.
Which is from my remembrance !
No harm. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd AntoI have done nothing but in care of thee,
nio, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who I pray thee, mark me, — that a brother should Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Be so perfidious ! — he whom, next thyself, Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
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 Did never meddle with my thoughts.
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Pro.
'Tis time Without a parallel : those being all my study,
Please you, not ;
- like one
The government I cast upon my brother,
Alack, for pity!
That wrings mine eyes.
Hear a little further, Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, And then I'll bring thee to the present business How to deny them ; whom to advance, and whom Which now's upon us; without the which, this To trash 6 for over-topping ; new-created
story The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd Were most impertinent. them,
Wherefore did they not Or else new-form'd them: having both the key That hour destroy us? Of officer and office, set all hearts
Well demanded, wench; To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business ; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Like a good parent, did beget of him
Did us but loving wrong. A falsehood, in its contrary as great
Alack ! what trouble As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Was I then to you ! A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Pro.
0! a cherubim Not only with what my revenue yielded,
Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst But what my power might else exact,
smile, Who, having unto truth, by telling of it,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven, Made such a sinner of his memory,
When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; To credit his own lie, - he did believe
Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me He was the duke; out of the substitution,
An undergoing stomach ?, to bear up
How came we ashore ? Growing, - Dost hear?
Pro. By Providence divine. Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Pro. To have no skreen between this part he A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, play'd
Out of his charity (who being then appointed And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Master of this design), did give us; with Absolute Milan : Me, poor man! — my library Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties Which since have steaded much; so, of his genHe thinks me now incapable : confederates
tleness, (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, To give him annual tribute, do him homage; From my own library, with volumes that Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend I prize above my dukedom. The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan!) Mira.
'Would I might To most ignoble stooping.
But ever see that man !
Now I arise : — Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Here in this island we arriv'd ; and here If this might be a brother.
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Mir.
I should sin
Than other princes can, that have more time To think but nobly of my grandmother.
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Pro.
Now the condition. Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now I This king of Naples, being an enemy
pray you, sir, To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises, — For raising this sea-storm? Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, Pro.
Know thus far forth. Should presently extirpate me and mine
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Out of the dukedom ; and confer fair Milan, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies With all the honours, on my brother : Whereon, Brought to this shore : and by my prescience A treacherous army levied, one midnight
I find my zenith doth depend upon Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
A most auspicious star; whose influence The gates of Milan; and i' the dead of darkness, If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Will ever after droop. — Here cease more ques. Me, and thy crying self.
6 Cut away.
7 Stubborn resolution.