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 :

Poate. Heigh

bearts, ya Send to the

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

Bater Alonze

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TEMPEST.

PERSONS REPRESENTED AZONZO, King of Naples.

STEPHANO, a drunken, Butler. SEBASTIAN, his Brother.

Master of a Ship, Boalitoain, and Mariners
PROSPERO, the rightful Duke of Milan.
ANTONIO, his Brother, the usurping Duke MIRANDA, Daughter lo Prospero.
of Milan.'

ARIEL, an airy Spirit.
ERDINAND, Son to the King of Naples. IRIS,
GONZALO, the honest old Counsellor of Naples. CERES,
ADRIAN,

JUNO, Spirits.

Nymphs, CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave. Reapers, TRINCULO, a Jester.

Other Spirits attending on Prospera. Scene- The Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an uninhabited Island.

FRANCISCO,} Lords.

ACT І.

Boats. Work you, then.
SCENE 1. On a Ship at Sea.

Ani. Hang, car, hang ! you whoreson, insolent

no.se-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned A Storm, toith Thunder and Lightning. than thou art. Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain.

Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though

the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and Mast Boatswain,

as leaky as an unstanched wench. Boats. Here, master : what cheer?

Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two Mast. Good speak to the mariners: fall to 't courses ; off' to sea again, lay her off. yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir,

Enter Mariners, wel. bestir

[Exit Mar. Al lost I to prayers, to prayers ! all lost! Enter Mariners.

(Eseunt Boats. 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 sie drowning, Boats. I pray now, keep below.

The washing of ten tides! Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ?

Gon.

He'll be hanged yet ; Boats. Do you not hear him ? You mar our la- Though every drop of water swear agaiust it, bour ; keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. And gape at wid'st to glut him. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.

| 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 silence: trouble is not.

split. Gori. Good; yet remember whom thou hast Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Erit. 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 fain die a dry death. [Erit. your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you

SCENE 11. have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it

The Island, before the Cell of Prospero. no hap.Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our way Mira. If by your art, my dearest, father, you

Enter Prospero and Miranda.

have Gor I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks, he hath no drowning mark npon 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 fate, to his hanging ! make the rope of his pitch, desting 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..0, I have suffer'd case is miserable.

(Exeunt. With those that I saw suffer! a brave versel,

Who had no doubt some poble creatures in her, Re-enter Boatswain.

Dash'd all to pieces. 0, the cry did knock Boats. Down with the topmast; yare; lower, Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd. lower; bring her to try with main course. (A cry Had I been any god of power, I would within: | 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, Autonio, 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 piteous heart, Seb. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blas- There's no harm done. phemous, uncharitable dog!

Miran

O, wo the day!

I say

Pro

No harm. Dost thou attend me? I have done nothing but in care of thee,

Mira.

Sir, most heedfully (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter !) who Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom of whence I am ; nor that I am more better To trash for over-topping ; new created Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd And thy no greater father.

them, Mira.

More to know Or else new-form'd them: having both the key Did never meddle with my thoughts.

of officer and office, set all hearts i' th' state Pro.

'Tis time, To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,' The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, And pluck my magick garment from me --So; And suck'd my verdure out on 't. -Thou at

Lays down his mantle. tend'st not. Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have Mira. 0, good sir, I do. comfort.

Pro.

I pray thee, mark me.
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
The very virtue of compassion in thee, To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
I have with such provision in mine art

With that, which, but by being so retir'd,
So safely order'd, that there is no soul- O'er-prized all popular

rate, in my false brother No, not so much perdition as an hair,

Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust, Betid to any creature in the vessel

Like a good parent, did beget of him Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. A falsehood, in its contrary as great Sit down ;

As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, For thou must now know further.

A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
Mirz.

You have often Not only with what my revenue yielded,
Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd But what my power might else exact, like one,
And left me to a bootless inquisition;

Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Concluding, Stay, not yet

..

Made such a sinner of his memory,
Pro.

The hour's now come; To credit his own lie, -he did believe
The very minute birls thee ope thine ear; He was indeed the duke; ont of the substitution,
Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember and executing the outward face of royalty
A time before we came unto this cell:

With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition
I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Growing,-- Dost hear ?
Out three years old.

Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Mira.

Certainly, sir, I can. Pro. To have no screen between this part be Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? play'd of any thing the image tell me, that

And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Absolute Milan: Me, poor man-my library Mira.

'Tis far off; Was dukedom large enough; of temporal roy. And rather like a dream than an assurance

alties
That my remembrance warrants : Had I not He thinks me now incapable: confederates
Four or five women once, that tended me? (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples,
Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda : But To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
how is it,

Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan !)
In the dark backward and abysm of time? To most ignoble stooping.
If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, Mira.

O the heavens!
How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.

Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Mira.

But that I do not. Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve If this might be a brother. years since,

Mira.

I should sin Thy father was the duke of Milan, and To think but nobly of my grandmother: A prince of power.

Good wombs have borne bad sons. Mira. Sir, are not you my father?

Pro.

Now the condition.
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and This king of Naples, being an enemy
She said thou wast my daaghter; and thy father To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Was duke of Milan ; and his only heir Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises,
A princess ;-ho worse issued.

Of homage, and I know uot how much tribute, · Mira.

0, the heavens! Should presently extirpate me and mine. What foul play had we, that we came from Ont of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, thence ?

With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon, Or blessed was

A treacherous army levied, one midnight Pro.

Both, both, my girl : Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, thence :

The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
But blessedly holp hither.

Me, and thy crying self.
Mira.
O, my heart bleeds Mira.

Alack, for pity!
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, 1, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint
further

That wrings mine eyes to 't. Pró. My brother and thy uncle,call'd Antonio Pro.

Hear a little further, 1 pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should And then I'll bring thee to the present business Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself, Which now's upon us; without the which, this of all the world I loved, and to him put

story
'The manage of my state; as, at that time, Were most impertinent.
Through all the signiories it was the first, Mira.

Wherefore did they not
And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed That hour destroy us?
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,

Pro.

Well demanded, wench: Without a parallei; those being all my study, My tale provokes that question. Dear, they The government I cast upon my brother,

durst not ; And to my state grew stranger, being transported. (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle- A mark so bloody on the business; but

tell me,

we did?