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ALONSO, King of Naples.
Other Spirits, attending on Prospero.
SCENF, An uninhabited Ifand.
¡T E M P E S T.
ACT I. SCENE I.
On a 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 : fast to’t yarely, or we run our felves 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 whistlc; blow, 'till thou burst thy wind, if room enough.
Enter The Tempefl.] These two firft Plays, the Tempef and the Midsummer.nighi's Dream, are the nobler Efforts of that sublime and amazing imagination, peculiar to Shakespear, which foara above the Bounds of Nature without forsaking Sense: or, more properly, carries Nature along with him beyond her aftablished Limits. Fletcher seems particularly to have admired these two B 2
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinand,
Gonzalo, and others. Alon. Good Boatswain, have care: where's the master ? play the men.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Boats. Do you not hear him? you mar our labour ; keep your cabins ; you do affist the storm.
Gonz. Nay, good, be patient.
Boats. When the sea is. Hence- what care these Roarers for the name of King? to cabin ; filence ; 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 more ; use your authority. 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 fást, good fate, to his hanging; make the rope of his deftiny 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 Shepherdefs. 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 Milsox catched the brightest Fire of their Imagination from these two Plays; which Ihines fantastically indeed, in the Goblins, but much more nobly and serenely in The Mask at Ludlow-Cafle.
Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the top-maft: 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
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. Mar. All loft! to prayers ! to prayers! all loft! (Exe, Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?
Gonz. The King and Prince at pray’rs! let ys assist 'em. For our case is as theirs. Seb. I'm out of patience.
[kards. Ant. We're meerly cheated of our lives by drunThis wide-chopt rascal —'Would, thou might'st lyę
Gonz. He'll be hang'd yet,