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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?
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. 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.

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Enter VENTOSO.
Vent. Some hands down: The guns 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.
Steph. Brace in the larboard.

[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
Thou should'st- -O heaven!

[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 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.

[Ereunt.

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,
That not one creature in the ship is lost:
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
My daughter, and thy pretty sister :
You both are ignorant of what you are,
Not knowing whence I am, nor that I'm more
Than Prospero, master of a narrow cell,
And thy unhappy father.

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 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,
In the dark back-ward, and abyss of time?
If thou rememberest aught, erë thou cam’st here,
Then how thou cam'st thou mayest remember too.

fir. 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?

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.
Mir. But, sir, I pray, proceed.
Prosp. My brother, and thy uncle, called An-

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
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind,
Waked in my false brother an evil nature : He did

believe
He was indeed the duke, because he then
Did execute the outward face of sovereignty-
Do'st thou still mark me?

Mir. Your story would cure deafness.
Prosp. This false duke
Needs would be absolute in Milan, and confeder-

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.

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