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On à Ship at Sea. A tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning beard:
Enter a Ship-master, and a Boatswain.
Boats. Here, Master : what cheer?
Majt. Good, speak to th' mariners : fali to't yarely, or we run our selves a-ground; bestir, beftir.
[Exit. Enter Mariners. Boats. Hey, my hearts ; cheerly, my hearts ; yare, yare; take in the top-fail ; tend to th' master's whistle ; blow, 'till thou burst thy wind, if room enough.
Enter 1 The Tempes.] These two first Plays, the Tempest and the Midsummer-night's Dream, are the noblest Efforts of that sublime and amazing Imagination, peculiar to Shakespear, which foars above the Bounds of Nature without forsaking Sense: or, more properly, carries Nature along with him beyond her established Limits. Fletcher seems particularly to have admired these two B 2
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinand,
Gonzalo, and others.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Boats. Do you not hear him? you mar our labour ; keep your cabins ; you do assist the storm. ,
Gonz. 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.
Gonz. Good, yet remember whom thou haft aboard.
Boats. None, that I more love than my self. You are a counsellor ; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace o'the present, we will not hand a rope inore; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd so long, and make your self ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts: out of our way, I say.
[Exit. Gonz. 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 hang'd, our case is miserable. [Exeunt.
Plays, and hath wrote two in Imitation of them, the Sea-voyage and the Faithful Shepherdess. But when he presumes to break a Lance with Shakespear, and write in emulation of him, as he does in the False one, which is the Rival of Anthony and Cleopatra, he is not so successful. After him, Sir John Suckling and Milton catched the brightest Fire of their Imagination from these two Plays; which shines fantaftically indeed, in the Goblins, but much more nobly and serenely in The Mask at Ludlow-Cafle.
Re-enter Boat fwain. Boats. Down with the top-mast: yare, lower, lower; bring her to try with main-course. A plague upon this howling !— Acry within. Re-enter Sebastian, Anthonio, and
Gonzalo. they are louder than the weather, or our office. 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, blafphemous, uncharitable dog.
Boats. Work you then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang; you whoreson, insolent, noisemaker ; we are less afraid to be drown'd than thou art.
Gonz. I'll warrant him from drowning, tho' the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanch'd wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; fet her two courses off to sea again, lay her off.
Enter Mariners wet.
For our case is as theirs.
[kards. Ant. We're meerly cheated of our lives by drunThis wide-chopt rascal —-'Would, thou might'st lye
Gonz. He'll be hang'd yet,
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A confused noise within.] Mercy on us !
[Exit. Seb. Let's take leave of him.
[Exit. Gonz. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of fea for an acre of barren ground, a long heath, brown furze, any thing; the wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death!
S CE N E II. Changes to a Part of the Inchanted Island near the
Cell of Prospero.
Enter Prospero and Miranda. Mira. 'IF by your art (my dearest father). you Put the wild Waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to th' 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, fome 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 Pow'r, I would Have funk the sea within the earth ; or ere It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The fraighting fouls within her.
long heatb, ] This is the common name for the erica baccifera ; which the Oxford Editor not understanding, conjectured that Shakespear wrote, Ling, Heath: But, unluckily, Heath and Ling are but two words for the same plant.
3 If by your Art, &c.] Nothing was ever better contrived to inform the Audience of the Story than this Scene. It is a conversation that could not have happened before, and could not but happen now.
Pro. Be collected ;
Mira. Owo the day!
Pro. No harm.
Mira. More to know
Pro. 'Tis time,
[Lays down bis mantle. Lye there my Art. Wipe thou thine eyes, have
Mira. You have often
4 The very Virtue of compassion in thee, ] We must not think that the very Virtue was intended to thew the degree of her com: passion, but the kind. Compassion for other's Misfortunes ofteneft arises from a sense or apprehension of the like. And then it is Sympathy, not Virtue. Tho' the want of it may be esteemed vicious as arising from a degeneracy of Nature, which cannot happen but by our own fault. Now the Compassion of Miranda, who never ventured to Sea, not being of this kind, Shakespear with great propriety calls it the very Virtue, i.e. the real pure Virtue of Com. paflion,