I. I. 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. IO 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. 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. 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 IC Mira. You have often Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd, Pro. The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; 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. 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. 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, 25 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 Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: But how That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, 30 Mira. But that I do not. Against my very heart! Poor fouls! they perish'd. 35 Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antho I pray thee mark me, that a brother should 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 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. P 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 Of officer and office, fet all hearts i' the state To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was Pra I pray thee, mark me. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated 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 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 15 A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, 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, Mira. Your tale, fir, would cure deafness. Pr. To have no screen between this part he play'd Mira. O the heavens! [me, Prs. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell this might be a brother. 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; 30 Mira. How came we ashore? Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Out of his charity, who being then appointed 35 Master of this design, did give us; with 40 I prize above my dukedom. 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 50 (For ftill 'tis beating in my mind) your reason Pro. Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, 55 Brought to this shore: and by my prescience A most aufpicious star; whose influence 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, B2 [Miranda fleeps. Otherwife than. Come 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. Remember, I have done thee worthy fervice; 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 Ari. Not a foul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Pro. Why, that's my spirit! Ari. Not a hair perish'd; On their sustaining garments not a blemish, 40 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, Into a cloven pine; within which rift 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 |