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An EPITAPH on the admirable Dramatick Poet,
What needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones,
Ν Ο Τ Ε. 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 inscribed, “ On Shakespeare," and dated 1630. This poem, that immediately before it, and the first Upon Mis Efigies," are not in the first folio.
Alonso, king of Naples.
Other spirits, attending on Prospero.
SCE N E, the sea with a ship, afterwards an vainhabited
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Τ Ε Μ Ρ Ε S T.
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On a ship at sea. A tempeftuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.
Enter a ship-master and a boatswain.
, Boats. Here, master: what cheer? Mast. Good, speak to the mariners.ly, or we run ourselves aground; bestir, bestir,
Fall to't yare
Enter mariners. Boats. Hey, my hearts; cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare; take in the top-sail; tend to the master's whistle;
-blow, 'till thou burst thy wind, if room enough. 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.
Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Boats. When the sea is. Hence! what care these roarcrs for the name of king? to cabin; silence, trouble us not. Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
Boats. None, that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, 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 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 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 miserable.