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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?
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.
Trinc. Loose 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.
[Exit Must, Trinc. Try the pump, try the pump.
[Exit VENT. Enter MUSTACHO at the other door. Alust. 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 : Alas!
I suffer justly for my crimes, but why
[A cry within. Hark! farewell, my son, a long farewell!
Enter Trincalo, Mustacho, and Ventoso.
prayers. Gonz. The duke and prince are gone within to prayers. Let's assist them.
Must. Nay, we may e'en pray too, our Case is now alike.
Ant. Mercy upon us ! we split, we split!
Gonz. Let's all sink with the duke, and the young prince.
[Exeunt, Enter STEPHANO and TRINCALO. Trinc. The ship is sinking.
[A new cry within. Steph. Run her ashore !
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.
SCENE II.-In the midst of the shower of fire, the
scene changes. The cloudy sky, rocks, and sea ranish ; 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.
Mir. If by your art, My dearest father
, you have put them in This roar, allay them quickly.
Prosp. I have so ordered,
Mir. I ne'er endeavoured
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 A time, before we came into this cell ? I do not think thou canst, for then thou wert not Full three years old.
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,
fir. Sir, that I do not.
Mir. Sir, are not you my father?
Prosp. Thy mother was all virtue, and she said Thou wast my daughter, and thy sister too.
Mir. O heavens! what foul play had we, that We hither came? or was't a blessing that we did ?
Prosp. Both, both, my girl.
tonio, To whom I trusted then the manage of my state, While I was wrapped with secret studies,-that false
uncle, Having attained the craft of granting suits, And of denying them ; whom to advance, Or lop, for over-topping, --soon was grown The ivy, which did hide my princely trunk, And sucked my verdure out: Thou attend'st not.
Mir. O good sir, I do.
Prosp. I thus neglecting worldly ends, and bent
Mir. Your story would cure deafness.
ate With Savoy's duke, to give him tribute, and To do him homage.
Mir. False man !
Prosp. This duke of Savoy, being an enemy To me inveterate, strait grants my brother's suit; And on a night, mated to his design, Antonio opened the gates of Milan, and In the dead of darkness hurried me thence, With thy young sister, and thy crying self.