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A tempestuous Noise of Thunder and Lightning beard. Enter a Ship-mafter and a Boatfrvain.

MA BOATSWAIN!

Boats. Here, master: What cheer? Mat. Good: Speak to the mariners:-fall to't yartly, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, beftir. [Exit.

Enter Mariners.

Barf, Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my Starta, yare, yare: Take in the top-fail; Tend the master's whistle ;-Blow, till thou burst thy and, if room enough!

Enter Aknfo, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinand,

Gonzalo, and others.

your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it fo hap.-Cheerly, good hearts Out of our way, I fay. [Exit.

Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow; 5 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 cafe is miferable. [Exeunt.

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Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the

mafter? Play the men.

Banf. I pray now, keep below.

A. Where's the master, boatswain?

20 phemous, uncharitable dog!

Bsary. Do you not hear him? You mar our la

Boats. Work you then.

tour: Keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.

Ges. Nay, good, be patient.

Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, infolent noisemaker! we are lefs afraid to be drown'd,

Baf. When the fea is. Hence! What care

than thou art.

thede roarers for the name of king? To cabin: 25 Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though

Arence: trouble us not.

Gin. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanch'd3 wench.

Boaf. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these dements to filence, and work the peace of the 30 prafent, we will not handle a rope more; use Your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you Late Luv'd so long, and make yourself ready in

Boats. What, must our mouths be cold ?

Readily, nimbly. 2 Of the present inftant, the poet probably means. 3 Incontinent.

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Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off.

Enter Mariners wet.

Mar. All loft! to prayers, to prayers! all loft'!

[Excunt.

Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us]

affift them,

For our case is as theirs.

Seb. I am out of patience.

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Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by 5 For thou must now know further.

drunkards.

This wide-chopp'd rascal;-Would, thou might'st

lie drowning,

The washing of ten tides!

Gan. He'll be hanged yet;

Though every drop of water swear against it,

And gape at wid'st to glut2 him.

[A confused noise within.) Mercy on us!

We split! we split! Farewell my wife and chil

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Mira. You have often

Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd,
And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Concluding, Stay, not yet.-

Pro. The hour's now come;

The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey, and be attentive. Canft thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?

I do not think, thou canst; for then thou wast not

dren! Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we 15 Out 7 three years old.

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sea for an acre of barren ground; 3 long heath, 20 brown furze, any thing: The wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death! [Exit.

SCENE

II.

The inchanted island: before the cell of Profpero.
Enter Profpero 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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Mira. Certainly, fir, 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. 'Tis far off;

And rather like a dream than an affurance
That my remembrance warrants: Had I not
Four or five women once, that tended me ?

Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: But how
is it,

That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
In the dark back-ward and abysm of time?
If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here;
How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.

But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, 30 Mira. But that I do not.

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Against my very heart! Poor fouls! they perish'd. 35 Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and

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Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antho
nio,-

I pray thee mark me, that a brother should
Be so perfidious !- he whom next thyself,
Of all the world I lov'd, and him put
The manage of my ftate Casat that time,
55 Through all the figniories it was the first,
And Profpero the prime duke; being so reputed
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,
Without a parallel; those being all my study,
The government I cast upon my brother,

The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd 60 And to my state grew stranger, being transporte

The very virtue of compaffion in thee,

I have with fuch provifion in mine art

So safely ordered, that there is no foul

And wrapp'd in fecret studies. Thy false uncle
Doft thou attend me?

Mira. Sir, most heedfully.

* Absolutely. 2 Swallow. 3 Perhaps it should be ling, heath, &c. 4 Before. Si. c. a very pc cell. Mingle. 7 Quite. * Sorrow, grief, trouble.

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Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash for over-topping; new created

['em,

The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd
Or elfe new form'd 'em; having both the key

Of officer and office, fet all hearts i' the state

To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, [not.
And fuck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st
Mira. O good fir, I do.

Pra I pray thee, mark me.

I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being so retir'd,
> O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother
Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust,

Like a good parent, did beget of him

A falfhood, in its contrary as great

As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,

That wrings mine eyes to't.

Pro. Hear a little further,

And then I'll bring thee to the present business
Which now's upon us; without the which, this story

5 Were most impertinent.

Mira. Wherefore did they not

That hour destroy us?

Pro. Well demanded, wench;

My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not;

IC (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark fo bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd

15 A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, fail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoift us
To cry to the fea that roar'd to us; to figh
To the winds, whose pity, fighing back again,

A confidence fans bound. He being thus lorded, 20 Did us but loving wrong.

Not only with what my revenue yielded,

But what my power might else exact,-like one,

Who having unto truth, by telling of it,

Made such a finner of his memory,

To credit his own lie, he did believe

He was, indeed, the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty, [ing,-
With all prerogative:-Hence his ambition grow-
Doit thou hear?

Mira. Your tale, fir, would cure deafness.

Pr. To have no screen between this part he play'd
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Absolute Milan: Me, poor man!-my library
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable: confederates,
So dry he was for sway, with the king of Naples
To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan!)
To most ignoble stooping.

Mira. O the heavens!

[me,

Prs. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell this might be a brother.

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Mira. Alack! what trouble

Was I then to you!

Pro. O! a cherubim

Thou waft, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, 25 Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

When I have 5 deck'd the sea with drops full salt;
Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
An undergoing ftomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.

30 Mira. How came we ashore?
Pro. By Providence divine.

Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity, who being then appointed

35 Master of this design, did give us; with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me
From my own library, with volumes that

40 I prize above my dukedom.
Mira. Would I might

But ever fee that man!

Pro. Now, I arife:

Sit still, and hear the last of our fea-forrow.

45 Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. [you, firy
Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray

50 (For ftill 'tis beating in my mind) your reason
For raifing this fea-storm?

Pro. Know thus far forth.

By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies

55 Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon

A most aufpicious star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes

Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions;

60 Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, And give it way :-I know, thou canft not choose

To trash, Warburton says, is to cut away the superfluities. * Thirsty. * Suggestion. Covered. 6 i. e. a ftubborn resolution,

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[Miranda fleeps.

Otherwife than.

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O' the dreadful thunder-clap, more momentary

Pro. How now, moody?

What is't thou canst demand?

Ari. My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? No more.
Ari. I pray thee:

Remember, I have done thee worthy fervice;
Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, ferv'd
15 Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst promife
To bate me a full year.

Pro. Doft thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee? Ari. No.

And fight-out-running were not: The fire, and cracks 20 Pro. Thou dost; and think'st it muchto tread the ooze

Of fulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune

Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,

Yea, his dread trident shake.

Pro. My brave spirit!

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason?

Ari. Not a foul

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair upstarting (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty,
And all the devils are bere.

Pro. Why, that's my spirit!
But was not this nigh shore?
Ari. Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?

Ari. Not a hair perish'd;

On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the ifle:
The king's fon have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with fighs,
In an odd angle of the ifle, and fitting,
His arms in this fad knot.

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Thou know'ft, was banish'd; for one thing she did, They would not take her life: Is not this true?

Ari. Ay, fir.

[child, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with And here was left by the failors: Thou, my flave, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her fervant: And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,

45 Refufing her grand hefts, she did confine thee,

By help of her more potent minifters,
And in her most unmitigable rage,

Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprifon'd, thou didst painfully remain

50 A dozen years; within which space she died,

And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans, As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island (Save for the fson that she did litter here,

Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, 55 A human shape.

I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet,

The mariners all under hatches stow'd;

A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with

Ari. Yes; Caliban her fon.

Which I difpers'd, they all have met again;

Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,

And are upon the Mediterranean flote 3,

Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know ft

Bound sadly home for Naples;

What torment I did find thee in: thy groans

Suppofing that they faw the king's ship wreck'd, 60 Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts

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