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Alonso, king of Naples.
Prospero, the rightful duke of Milan.
Antonio, his brother, the usurping duke of Milan.
Caliban, a savage and deformed slave.
Stephano, a drunken butler.
Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
Miranda, daughter to Prospero.
SCENE, the sea, with a ship; afterwards an uninhabited island.
SCENE I.-On a ship at sea. A storm with thunder and lightning. Enter a Shipmaster and a Boat
Boats. Here, master: what cheer?
Mast. Good: speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.
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, Gonzalo, and others.
Alon. Good boatswain, have care.
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 labour; keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.
Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
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. Beats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace o' the present, we will not hand a rope more; use 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, I say. [Exit.
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 advantage! If he be not born to be hang'd, our case is miserable. [Exeunt.
Boats. Down with the topmast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main-course. [4 cry with in.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.
Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphem ous, incharitable dog!
Boats. Work you, then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker! we are less afraid to be drown'd 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 unstaunch'd wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; oT to sea again, lay her off.
Enter Mariners wet.
Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! All lost.
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?
Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist
For our case is as theirs.
Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunk-
This wide-chapped rascal:-'Would, thou might'st
The washing of ten tides!
He'll be hanged yet;
[4 confused noise within.] Mercy on us!-We split,
Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
Seb. Let's take leave of him.
Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: The wills above be done! but would fain die a dry death.
SCENE II. The island: before the cell of Prospero.
Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have
The freighting souls within her.
Be collected; No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, There's no harm done.
O, woe the day!
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
Pro. 'Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; [Lays down his mantle. Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit
For thou must now know further.
You have often
The hour's now come;