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SCENE I.-On a Ship at Sea. A storm, with

thunder and lightning.

Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain.
Master. Boatswain,-
Boats. Here, master: what cheer?

Master. Good : Speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground; bestir, bestir.

[Erit. 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.
Ant. Where is the master, Boatswain ?

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 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, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap.—Cheerly, good hearts.—Out of our way,

E.cit. 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

I say.

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 noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, 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. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!

[Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us

assist them, For our case is as theirs.

Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by

drunkards.This wide-chapped rascal;-'Would, thou mightst

lie drowning, The washing of ten tides !

Gon. He 'll be hanged 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 with 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. [Exit.

But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her,
Dashed all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls! they pe-

Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere
It should the good ship so have swallowed, and
The freighting souls within her.

Pro. Be collected ;
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done.

Mira. O, woe the day!

No harm.
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 down his mantle. Lie there, my art.-— Wipe thou thine eyes; have

comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touched The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely ordered, that there is no soulNo, not so much perdition as an hair, Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st


which thou saw'st sink. Sit down; For thou must now know further.

Mira. You have often
Begun to tell me what I am; but stopped,
And left me to

bootless inquisition;
Concluding, “Stay, not yet."-

The hour 's now come; The very

minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell ? I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Out three years old.

Mira. Certainly, sir, I can.

Pro. By what? by any other house, or person ?
Of any thing the image tell me, that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira. 'T is 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?

Scene II.—The Island; before the Cell of

PROSPERO. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Mira. 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,

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