Dramatis Perfonæ. ALONSO, King of Naples. Sebaftian, his Brother. Profpero, the right Duke of Milan. Anthonio, bis Brother, the ufurping Duke of Milan. Gonzalo, an honeft old Counsellor of Naples. Caliban, a Savage, and deformed Slave. Stephano, a drunken Butler. Mafter of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners. SCENE, on a Ship at Sea. A tempeftuous noife of thunder and lightning heard: Enter a Ship-mafter, and a Boatswain. Oatfwain, -Boats. Here, mafter: what cheer? Maft. Good, fpeak to th' mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves a-ground; beftir, beftir. Enter Mariners. Exit. Boat. Hey, my hearts; cheerly, my hearts; yare, are; take in the topfail; tend to th' mafter's whistle; blow, 'till thou burst thy wind, if room enough. Enter Alonfo, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo, and others. Alon. Good boatswain, have care: where's the matter? play the men. Boat. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the mafter, boatswain ? Boats. Do you not hear him? you mar our labour; keep your cabins; you do affift the ftorm. Gone. Nay, good, be patient. Boats. When the fea is. Hence-what care thefe rearers for the name of King? to cabin; filence; trouble us not. Gonz. Good, yet remember whom thou haft aboard. Boats. None, that I more love than myfelf. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to filence, and work the peace o' the (1) prefent, we will not hand a rope more; ufe your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd fo long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mifchance of the hour, if it fo hap. Cheerly, good hearts: out of our way, I fay. [Exit. Gonz. I have great comfort from this fellow; methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand faft good fate, to his hanging; make the rope of his deftiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage: if he be not born to be hang'd, our cafe is miferable. [Exeunt. Re-enter Boatfain. Boat. Down with the top-maft: yare, lower, lower; bring her to try with main courfe. A plague upon this howling! Acry within. Re-enter Sebaftian, Anthonio, and Gonzalo. they are louder than the weather, or our office. Yet again? what do you here? fhall we give o'er, and drown? have you a mind to fink? Sebaf. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blafphemous, uncharitable dog. (1) i. c. on the present, at this inftant. Boatf |