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SCENE I. On a Ship at Sea.
Enter a Ship-muster and a Boatswain.
Mast. Good : speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exil.
Enter Mariners. Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: take in the top-sail : 'tend to the master's whistle.—Blow, till thou burst thy wind, ifroom enough! Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND,
GONZALO, and others. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where is the inaster? Play the men.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar cur labour! keep your
cabins : : you do assist the storm. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers 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 of the present, we will not hand 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 hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fale, 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.
[Exeunt. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course. [A Cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
Seb. A pox o’your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog!
Boats. Work you, then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noisemaker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no strouger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstaunched wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses ; off to sea again, lay her off.
Enter Mariners, wet.
[them, Seb. I am out of patience. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.
[drowning, This wide-chapped rascal;—-'Would, thou might'st lie The washing of ten tides ! Gon.
He'll be hanged yet; Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glut him. [A confused Noise within.] Mercy on us!We split, we split!Farewell, my wife and children !-Farewell, brother!—We split, we split, we split.
Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
Exit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: the wills above be done! but I would faiń die a dry death.
[Exit. SCENE 11. The Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO.
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. 0, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer! brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish’d. Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The freighting souls within her.
O, woe the day!
More to know
"Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.--So;
[Lays down his Mantle. Lie there my art.
:-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
You have often
The hour's now come;
Certainly, sir, I can.
"Tis far off;
Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda : but how is it,
But that I do not. Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was The duke of Milan, and a prince of power.
Mira. Sir, are not you my father?'
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
0, the beavens!
Both, both, my girl :
O, my heart bleeds
you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you further.
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call’d Antonio,