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An EPITAPH on the admirable Dramatick Poet, W. SHAKESPEARE.

WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones, The labour of an age in piled ftones;

Or that his hallow'd reliques fhould be hid

Under a ftar-y-pointing pyramid?

Dear fon of memory, great heir of fame,

What need'st thou fuch weak witness of thy name?
Thou, in our wonder and astonishment,

Haft built thyself a live-long monument:

For whilft, to the shame of flow-endeavouring art,
Thy eafy numbers flow, and that each heart
Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalu'd book,
Those Delphick lines with deep impreffion took;
Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving,
Doft make us marble with too much conceiving;
And fo fepulcher'd, in such pomp doft lye,
That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.

NOTE.

This last poem was writ by the great Milton; and is here given you as it lies in an edition of that author's poems, printed in 1673, octavo; where it is only infcribed," On Shakespeare," and dated 1630. This poem, that immediately before it, and the first-“ Upon his Effigies," are not in the first folio.

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VOL. I.

DRAMATIS PERSONE.

ALONSO, king of Naples.

SEBASTIAN, his brother.

PROSPERO, the rightful duke of Milan.

ANTHONIO, his brother, the ufurping duke of Milan.

FERDINAND, fon to the king of Naples.

GONZALO, an honeft old counsellor of Naples.

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CALIBAN, a favage, and deformed flave.

TRINCULO, a jester.

STEPHANO, a drunken butler.

Master of a fhip, boatfwain, and mariners.

MIRANDA, daughter to Profpero,

ARIEL, an aiery spirit.

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SCENE, the fea with a ship, afterwards an uninhabited

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SCENE I.

On a ship at fea.

A tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.

Enter a ship-master and a boatswain.

BOATSWAIN,

MASTER.

BOATS. Here, master: what cheer?

MAST. Good, speak to the mariners.

-Fall to't yare

[Exit.

ly, or we run ourselves aground; beftir, beftir.

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Enter mariners.

BOATS. Hey, my hearts; cheerly, my hearts, yare, yare; take in the top-fail; tend to the master's whistle; -blow, 'till thou burst thy wind, if room enough.

Enter Alonfo, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo, and others.

ALON. Good boatswain, have care: where's the master? play the men.

BOATS. I pray now, keep below.

ANT. Where is the master, boatfwain?

BOATS. Do you not hear him? you mar our labour; keep your cabins: you do affift the storm.

GON. Nay, good, be patient.

BOATS. When the fea is. Hence! what care these roarers for the name of king? to cabin; filence, trouble us not. GON. Good, yet remember whom thou haft aboard.

BOATS. None, that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to filence, and work the peace o'the present, we will not handle a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived fo long, and make yourself ready in 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; methinks he has 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 miferable.

[Exeunt.

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