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All the world's a stage,
At first, the INFANT,
with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school :
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side;
STEPHANO, a drunken Butler,
Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Marinero.
ARIEL, an airy Spirit.
} FRANCISCO, Lords.
Nymphs, CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave.
Reapers, TRINCULO, a Jester,
Other Spirits attending on Prospero. Scene--The Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an uninhabited Island.
Boats. Work you, then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang ! you whoreson, insolent
noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned A Storm, with Thunder and Lightning. than thou art. Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain.
Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though Mast. Boatswain,
the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and
as leaky as an unstanched wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir,
Enter Mariners, wet. bestir
(Exit. Mar. All lost I to prayers, to prayers ! all lost ! Enter Mariners.
[Ereunt. Boals. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly,
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold ? my hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-sail; Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us Tend to the master's whistle.—Blow till thon assist them, burst thy wind, if room enough!
For our case is as theirs.
Seb. I am out of patience. Enter Alonzo, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by Gonzalo, and others.
drunkards.Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where 's This wide-chapped rascal ;
-Would, thou the master ? Play the men.
might'st lie drowning, Boats. I pray now, keep below.
The washing of ten tides! Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ?
He'l, be hanged yet ; Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar onr la- Though every drop of water swear against it, bour; keep your cabins: you do assist the storin. And gape at wid'st to glut him. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
1 A confused noise within. ) Mercy on us !-We Poats. When the sea is. Hence! What care split, we split l-Farewell, iy wife and children! hese roarers for the name of king ? To cabin: Farewell
, brother l-We split, we split, we silence: trouble us not.
Erit Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast Ant. Let's all sink with the king. aboard.
Seb. Let's take leave of him.
[Erit 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 prezent, we will not hand a rope more; use done! but I would faiu die a dry death. [Erit your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you
SCENE II. bave lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it
The Teland, before the Cell of Prospero. so hap.--Cheerly, good hearts.--Out of our way, Enter Prospero and Miranda.
Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow:
have methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking good faie, to his hanging ! make the rope of his pitch, Destiny our cable ; for our own doth little ad- But that the sea,
mounting to the welkin's cheek, vantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd case is miserable.
(Exeunt. With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Re-enter Boatswain.
Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. 0, the cry did knock Boats. Down with the topmast; yare; lower, Against my very leart! Poor souls! they perish'd. lower; bring her to try with main course. [A cry Had I been any god of power, I would tithin.) A plague upon this howling ! they are Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er louder than the weather, or our office.
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 o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink? No more amazement: tell your piteoue heart,
Seh. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blas- There's no harm done." phemous, uncharitable dog!
O, wo the day!