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ALONSO, King of Naples.
Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.
[Exeunt. SCENE L On a ship at sea: a tempestuous usite of thunder and lightning heard.
Boats. Down with the topmast! yare! lower, Ester a Ship-Master and a Boatswain.
lower! Bring her to try with main-course. [Å Mas. Boatswain!
cry within. A plague upon his howling! they Bats. Here, master: what chcer? are louder than the weather or our office.
40 Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, or we run ourselves aground: bestir,
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. [Exit. Yet again! what do you here! Shall we give
o'er and drown! Have you a mind to sink? Enter Mariners.
Seb. A pox o' your throat, you bawiing, blasEnts. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, phemous, incharitable dog! parts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Boats. Work you then. Tezjto the master's whistle. Blow, till thou Ant. Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, inshy wind, if room enough!
solent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be
drowned than thou art. Esby Alonso, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, Ferdin
Gon, I'll warrant him for drowning: though AND, GONZALO, and others.
the ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as At Good boatswain, have care. Where's leaky as an unstanched wench. Desaster? Play the men.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two pray, now, keep below.
courses off to sea again; lay her off.
Enter Mariners wet. to keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Mariners. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! Nay, good, be patient.
all lost! When the sea is. Hence! What cares Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? roarers for the name of king? To cabin: Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let's atce! trouble us not.
assist them, 7. Good, yet remember whom thou hast For our case is as theirs.
I'm out of patience. None that I more love than myself. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by e a counsellor; if you can command these drunkards:
ts to silence, and work the peace of the This wide-chapp'd rascal-would thou mightst lestir, we will not hand a rope more; use your
60 Toaly: if you cannot, give thanks you have The washing of ten tides! o long, and make yourself ready in your Gon.
He'll be hang'd yet, Di for the mischance of the hour, it so hap. Though every drop of water swear against it ly, good hearts! Out of our way, I
say. And gape at widest to glut him.
[Erit. (A confused noise within: 'Mercy on us !2. I have great comfort from this fellow: We split, we, split! - Farewell my wife and Theks he hath no drowning mark upon him ; children!'
pmplexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, Farewell, brother!'-'We split, we split, we Fate, to his hanging: make the rope of his split!') y our cable, for our own doth little advant Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
i's take leave of him.
Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But [Exeunt Ant. and Seb. how is it w would I give a thousand furlongs That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else 2 acre of barren ground, long heath, In the dark backward and abysm of time? e, any thing. The wills above bé If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here, would fain die a dry death. (Exeunt. How thou camest here thou mayst.
But that I do not The island. Before PROSPERO's cell. Pros. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve
year since, ter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.
Thy father was the Duke of Milan and by your art, my dearest father, you have A prince of power. d waters in this roar, allay them.
Sir, are not you my father? seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Pros. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and e sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father fire out. 0, I have suffered
Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, And princess no worse issued. no doubt, some noble creature in her, Mir.
O the heavens ! to pieces. O, the cry did knock What foul play had we, that we came from thence! y very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd. Or blessed was't we did ? n any god of power, I would
Both, both, my girl: 61 the sea within the earth or ere By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved he good ship so have swallow'd and
thence, ating souls within her.
But blessedly holp hither.
O, my heart bleeds mazement: tell your piteous heart To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, harm done.
Which is from my reinembrance! Please you, O, woe the day!
No harm. Pr. My brother and thy uncle, call's Antonione nothing but in care of thee,
I pray thee, mark me-that a brother should ay dear one, thee, my daughter, who Be perfidious !--hc whom next thyself int of what thou art, nought knowing Of all the world I loved and to him put · I am, nor that I am more better The manage of my state; as at that time
70 pero, master of a full poor cell, 20 Through all the signories it was the first 10 greater father.
And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed More to know
In dignity, and for the liberal arts meddle with my thoughts.
Without a parallel; those being all my studły,
'Tis time The government I cast upon my brother nform thee farther. Lend thy hand, And to my state grew stranger, being transported my magic garment from me.
And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncl .c(Lays down his mantle, Dost thou attend me? my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have Mir.
Sir, most heedfully. Cort.
Pros. Being once perfected how to grant al spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd How to deny them, who to advance and wli o virtue of compassion in thee,
To trash for over-topping, new created th such provision in mine art
The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed ordered that there is no soul
'em, o much perdition as an hair 30 Or else new form'd'em; having both the key ny creature in the vessel
or officer and office, set all hearts i' the stá ute ou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. To what tune pleased his ear: that now he was own:
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, nust now know farther.
And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou atli You have often
not. tell me what I am, but stopp'd
Mir. O, good sir, I do. me to a bootless inquisition,
I pray thee, mark Semes g‘Stay: not yet.
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicats de The hour's now come ; To closeness and the bettering of my mind, minute bids thee ope thine car;
With that which, but by being so retired, be attentive. Canst thou remember O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false bri fore we came unto this cell?
Awaked an evil nature; and my trust, ink thou canst, for then thou wast not 40 Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had indeed no lim! Sy what? by any other house or person? A confidence sans bound. He being thus lc ing the image tell me that
Not only with what my revenue yielded, t with thy remembrance.
But what my power might else exact, like a
'Tis far off + Who having into truth, by telling of it, er like a dream than an assurance Made such a sinner of his memory, remembrance warrants. Had I not To credit his own lie, he did believe ve women once that tended me?
He was indeed the duke; out o' the substit!
And executing the outward face of royalty, Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me With all prerogative: hence his ambition grow- An undergoing stomach, to bear up ing
Against what should ensue. Dost thou hear?
How came we ashore ?
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his genHe thinks me now incapable; confederates
tleness, So dry he was for sway-wi' the King of Naples Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me To give him annual tribute, do him homage, From mine own library with volumes that Subject his coronet to his crown and bend I prize above my dukedom. The dukedom yet unbowd-alas, poor Milan !
Would I might
But ever see that man!
Pros. Now I arise : (Resumes his mantle. Pros. Mark his condition and the event; then Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow, 170 tell mne
Here in this island we arrived; and here If this might be a brother.
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit I should sin
Than other princesses can that have more time To think but nobly of my grandmother :
For vainer hours and tutors not so careful. Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Mir. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I Now the condition. 120 pray you, sir, This King of Naples, being an enemy
For still'tis beating in my mind, your reason ! To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; For raising this sea-storm? Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises
Know thus far forth. Of homage and I know not how much tribute, By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Should presently extirpate me and mine
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Out of the dukedom and confer fair Milan Brought to this shore; and by my prescicnce 180 With all the honours on my brother: whereon, I find my zenith doth depend upon A treacherous army levied, one midnight
A most auspicious star, whose influence Fated to the purpose did Antonio
If now I court not but omit, my fortunes The gates of Milan, and, i' the dead of dark- Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions: ness,
130 Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, The ministers for the purpose hurried thence And give it way: I know thou canst not choose. Me and thy crying self.
(Miranda sleeps. Alack, for pity!
Come away, servant, come. I am ready now. I, not remembering how I cried out then, Approach, my Ariel, come. Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint
Enter ARIEL. That wrings mine eyes to't.
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail!
On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task Wherefore did they not Ariel and all his quality. That hour destroy us?
Hast thou, spirit, Pres.
Well demanded, wench: Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? My tale provokes that question. Dear, they Ari. To every article. durst not,
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, So dear the love my people bore me, nor set Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, A mark so bloody on the business, but
I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide, With colours fairer painted their foul ends. And burn in many places; on the topmast, In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Pore us some leagues to sca; where they prepared Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the preA rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune To the winds whose pity, sighing back again, 150 Seer to besiege and make his bold waves tremble, Did us but loving wrong.
Yea, his dread trident shake.
My brave spirit ! Was I then to you!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason?
Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad and play'd Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners 210 When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt, Plunged in the foaming brine and quic the vessel,