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SCENE I. On a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.
Enter a Ship-Master and a Boatswain.
Mast. Boatswain !
Boats. Here, master: what cheer?
Mast. Good, speak to the mariners fall to't, yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.
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.
Play the men.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Where's the master?
Ant. Where is the master, boatswain?
Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labor: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.
Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not. Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard. 21 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, I say.
[Exit. 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 destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage. If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt.
yare! lower, lower! [A cry within.] A
Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the topmast! Bring her to try with main-course. 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 noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell 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.
Mariners. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them, For our case is as theirs.
I'm out of patience.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:
This wide-chapp'd rascal-would thou mightst lie drown
He'll be hang'd yet,
Though every drop of water swear against it
[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.
Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Exeunt Ant. and Seb. 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. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. The island. Before PROSPERO's cell.
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.
Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have
With those that I saw suffer; a brave vessel,
Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.
Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere
It should the good ship so have swallow'd and
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
O, woe the day!
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
I should inform thee farther.
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 touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee,
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely ordered that there is no soul-
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink.
For thou must now know farther.
You have often
The hour's now come;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
Certainly sir, I can.
Pros. By what? by any other house or person? Of any thing the image tell me that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.
But how is it
Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda.
If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,
But that I do not.
Pros. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
A prince of power.
Sir, are not you my father?
Pros. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir
And princess no worse issued.
O the heavens !
What foul play had we, that we came from thence!
Both, both, my girl:
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,
O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
I pray thee, mark me-that a brother should
Be so perfidious !-he whom next thyself
Without a parallel; those being all my study,
And to my state grew stranger, being transported
Sir, most heedfully.
Pros. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them, who to advance and who
To trash for over-topping, new created
The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,
Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
To what tune pleased his ear: that now he was
And suck' my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not.
O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had indeed no limit,
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact, like one
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie, he did believe
He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution,