Trinc. Do you not hear him? You hinder us: Keep your cabins, you help the storm. Gonz. Nay, good friend, be patient. Trinc. Ay, when the sea is: Hence! what care these roarers for the name of duke? To cabin; silence; trouble us not. Gonz. Good friend, remember whom thou hast aboard. Trinc. None that I love more than myself: You are a counsellor; if you can advise these elements to silence, use your wisdom: if yon cannot, make yourself ready in the cabin for the ill hour. Cheerly, good hearts! out of our way, sirs. [Exeunt TRINCALO and mariners. Gonz. I have great comfort from this fellow; methinks his complexion is perfect gallows: stand fast, good fate, to his hanging; make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own does little advantage us; if he be not born to be hanged, we shall be drowned. [Exit. Enter TRINCALO and STEPHANO. Trinc. Up aloft, lads. Come, reef both topsails. Steph. Make haste, let's weigh, let's weigh, and off to sea. [Exit STEPH. Enter two Mariners, and pass over the stage. Trinc. Hands down! Man your main cap-storm. Enter MUSTACHO and VENTOSO at the other door. Must. Up aloft! and man your seere cap-storm. Vent. My lads, my hearts of gold, get in your capstorm-bar. Hoa up, hoa up! [Exeunt MUSTACHO and VENTOSO. Enter STEPHANO. Steph. Hold on well! hold on well! Nip well there; quarter-master, get's more nippers. [Exit STEPH. Enter two Mariners, and pass over again. Trinc. Turn out, turn out all hands to capstorm. You dogs, is this a time to sleep? Lubbord. Heave together, lads. [TRINCALO whistles. [Exeunt MUSTACHO and VENTOSO. Must. within. Our vial's broke. Vent. within. 'Tis but our vial-block has given way. Come, heave, lads! we are fixed again. Heave together, bullies. Enter STEPHANO. Steph. Cut down the hammocks! cut down the hammocks! come, my lads: Come, bullies, chear up! heave lustily. The anchor's apeak. Trinc. Is the anchor apeak? Steph. Is a weigh! is a weigh. Trinc. Up aloft, my lads, upon the fore-castle; cut the anchor, cut him. All within. Haul catt, haul catt, haul catt, haul: Haul catt, haul. Below. Steph. Aft, aft, and loose the mizen! Trinc. Get the mizen-tack aboard. Haul aft mizen-sheet. Enter MUSTACHO. Must. Loose the main-top sail! Steph. Let him alone, there's too much wind. Trinc. Louse fore-sail! haul aft both sheets! trim her right before the wind. Aft! aft! lads, and hale up the mizen here. Must. A mackrel-gale, master. Steph. within. Port hard, port! the wind veers forward, bring the tack aboard-port is. Starboard, starboard, a little steady; now steady, keep her thus, no nearer you cannot come, 'till the sails are loose. T Enter VENTOSO. Vent. Some hands down: The guns are loose. Trinc. Try the pump, try the pump. [Exit MUST. [Exit VENT. Enter MUSTACHO at the other door. Must. O master! six foot water in hold. Steph. Clap the helm hard aweather! flat, flat, flat-in the fore-sheet there. Trinc. Over-haul your fore-bowling. [Exit. Trinc. A curse upon this howling, [A great cry within.] They are louder than the weather. Enter ANTONIO and GONZALO. Yet again, what do you here? Shall we give over, and drown? Have you a mind to sink? Gonz. A pox on your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog. Trinc. Work you then, and be poxed. Anto. Hang, cur, hang, you whorson insolent noise-maker! We are less afraid to be drowned than you are. Trinc. Ease the fore-brace a little. [Exit. Gonz. I'll warrant him for drowning, though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench. Enter ALONZO and FERDINAND. Ferd. For myself I care not, but your loss brings a thousand deaths to me. Alon. O name not me, I am grown old, my son; I now am tedious to the world, and that, By use, is so to me: But, Ferdinand, I grieve my subjects' loss in thee: Álas! I suffer justly for my crimes, but why O heaven! Thou should'st[A cry within. Hark! farewell, my son, a long farewell! Enter TRINCALO, MUSTACHO, and VENTOSO. Trinc. What, must our mouths be cold then? Vent. All's lost. To prayers, to prayers. Gonz. The duke and prince are gone within to prayers. Let's assist them. Must. Nay, we may e'en pray too, our Ant. Mercy upon us! we split, we split! prince. Enter STEPHANO and TRINCALO. Trinc. The ship is sinking. Steph. Run her ashore! young [Exeunt. [A new cry within. Trinc. Luff! luff! or we are all lost! there's a rock upon the starboard-bow. Steph. She strikes, she strikes! All shift for themselves. [Exeunt. SCENE II.—In the midst of the shower of fire, the scene changes. The cloudy sky, rocks, and sea vanish; and, when the lights return, discover that beautiful part of the island, which was the habitation of PROSPERO: 'Tis composed of three walks of cypress-trees; each side-walk leads to a cave, in one of which PROSPERO keeps his daughter, in the other HIPPOLITO: The middle-walk is of great depth, and leads to an open part of the island. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Prosp. Miranda, where's your sister? Mir. I left her looking from the pointed rock, At the walk's end, on the huge beat of waters. Prosp. It is a dreadful object. My dearest father, you have put them in Prosp. I have so ordered, That not one creature in the ship is lost: Mir. I ne'er endeavoured To know more than you were pleased to tell me. Prosp. I should inform thee farther. Mir. You often, sir, began to tell me what I am, But then you stopt. Prosp. The hour's now come; Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember I do not think thou canst, for then thou wert not Mir. Certainly I can, sir. Prosp. Tell me the image then of any thing, Which thou dost keep in thy remembrance still. Mir. Sir, had I not four or five women once, that tended me? Prosp. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: What seest thou else, In the dark back-ward, and abyss of time? If thou rememberest aught, ere thou cam'st here, Then how thou cam'st thou mayest remember too. Mir. Sir, that I do not. Prosp. Fifteen years since, Miranda, Thy father was the duke of Milan, and A prince of power. Mir. Sir, are not you my father? |