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Miranda, daughter to Prospero.
Ariel, an airy spirit.
Other spirits attending on Prospero. ·
Scene, the sea, with a ship; afterwards an uninhabited island.
fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he SCENE I-On a ship at sea. A storm, with be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. thunder and lightning. Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain.
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, if room enough!
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand,
Alon. Good boatswain, have a care. Where's the master? Play the men.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Ant. Where is the master, boastwain ?
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 ele
ments to silence, and work the peace of the present,2 This wide-chapped rascal ;-Would, thou might'st we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, The washing of ten tides! and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis- Gon. He'll be hanged yet; chance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good Though every drop of water swear against it, hearts.-Out of our way, I say. [Exit. And gape at wid'st to glut him.
Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: me- [A confused noise within.] Mercy on us!-We thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children!complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Farewell, brother!-We split, we split, we split.
(2) Present instant.
But that I do not.
Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. In the dark backward and abysm3 of time? Seb. Let's take leave of him. Exit. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam❜st here, Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of How thou cam'st here, thou may'st. sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: the wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit. SCENE II.-The island: before the cell of Prospero. Enter Prospero and Miranda.
Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have
O, wo the day!
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
More to know
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink.
For thou must now know further.
The hour's now come;
I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not
Pra. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else (2) Quite (3) Abyss.
Pro. Twelve years since,
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,-
Sir, most heedfully.
Or else new form'd them: having both the key
And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st
I pray thee, mark me.
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
From my own library, with volumes that prize above my dukedom. Mira. 'Would I might
But ever see that man!
Now I arise:—
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Than other princes can, that have more time
If this might be a brother.
I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have born bad sons.
Now the condition. This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Which was, that he in licu2 o' the premises,Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, Should presently extirpate me and mine Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, With all the honours, on my brother: whereon, A treacherous army levied, one midnight Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me, and thy crying self.
Alack, for pity!
I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,'
That wrings mine eyes.
Hear a little further,
And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which, this story Were most impertinent.
That hour destroy us?
Wherefore did they not
Well demanded, wench;
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst
(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
Know thus far forth.-
A most auspicious star; whose influence
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;
O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Some tricks of desperation: all, but mariners, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair upstaring (then like reeds, not hair,) Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.
Why, that's my spirit!
Pro. But was not this nigh shore? Ari.
Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
(2) Thirsty (2) Consideration (3) Suggestion.
Sprinkled. (5) Stubborn resolution.
(6) The minutest article.
(7) Bustle, tumult.