ALL the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits, and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being SEVEN AGES.

At first, the INFANT,

Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth:

With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side;
His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in its sound:

and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.

Other Spirits attending on Prospero.

Scene-The Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an uninhabited Island.

Where's

Enter Alonzo, Sebastian, Antonio,
Gonzalo, and others.
Alon. Good boatswain, have care.
the master? Play the men.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Ant. Where is the master, boatswain?
Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our
bour; keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.
Gon. Nay, good, be patient.

Boats. Work you, then.

Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench.

courses; off to sea again, lay her off.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two
Enter Mariners, wet.

Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
[Exeunt.
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?
Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us
assist them,
For our case is as theirs.
Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by

drunkards.

This wide-chapped rascal-Would, thou
might'st lie drowning,
The washing of ten tides!

Gon.
He'll be hanged yet;
la-Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at wid'st to glut him.

A confused noise within.] Mercy on us!-We Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care split, we split !-Farewell, my wife and children! hese roarers for the name of king? To cabin:-Farewell, brother!-We split, we split, we split.

silence: trouble us not.

Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast

aboard.

Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
Seb. Let's take leave of him.

Exit Exit

Boats. None that I more love than myself. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs You are a counsellor; if you can command these of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, elements to silence, and work the peace of the brown furze, any thing: The wills above be present, we will not hand a rope more; use done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Erit 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, [Exit.

I say.
Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow:
methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him;
his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast,
good fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his
destiny our cable; for our own doth little ad-
vantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our
case is miserable.
[Exeunt.

Re-enter Boatswain.

SCENE II.

The Island, before the Cell of Prospero. Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you Enter Prospero and Miranda.

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. O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer! a 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 swallowed, and Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. The freighting souls within her. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give Pro. Be collected e'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink? No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, Seb. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blas-There's no harm done." phemous, uncharitable dog! Mira.

Boats. Down with the topmast; 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.

a, wo the day!