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Alonso, King of Naples.
SEBASTIAN, his brother.
PROSPERO, the rightful Duke of Milan.
Anthon10, his Brother, the ufurping Duke of Milan.
FERDINAND, Son to the King of Naples.
Gonzalo, an honest old Counsellor of Naples.
Caliban, a Savage and deformed Slave.
Trinculo, a Fefter.
STEPHANO, a drunken Butler.
Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.

MIRANDA, Daughter to Profpero.
Arirl, an airy Spirit.
Juno, Spirits.

Other Spirits attending on Prospero. SCENE, the Sea, with a Ship; afterwards, an uninha

bited island.


SCENE I. On a Ship at Sea.
A tempestuous Noife of Thunder and Lightning heard.
Enter a Ship-Master and a Boutjwain.


Boats. Here, malter: What cheer?
Maft. Good: fpeak to the mariners :-fall to't
yarely, or we run ourselves aground: beftir, be-



Enter Mariners. Boats. Heigh, my hearts ; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: take in the top-fail; tend to thy master's whistle ;-blow, till thou burlt thy wind, if room enough! Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTHONIO, FERDINAND,

Gonzalo, and others. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.

Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Ant. Where is the malter, boatswain ?
Boats. Do you not hear him? Your mar our la-

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Keep your cabins: you do affist the storm.

Gon. Nay, good, be patient.

Boats. When the sea is. , Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king; To cabin ; filence: 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 elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not handle a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd 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. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the top-mast; 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. Re-enter SeBASTIAN, ANTHONIO, and Gonzalo.

Yet again? What do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to fink?

Seb. A pox on your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog !




Boats. Work you then.

Ant Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson insolent noisemaker! 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.

Baots. Lay her a-hold, a hold ; fet her two courses off to sea again, lay her off.

Enter Mariners wet. Mar. All loft! to prayers, to prayers! all loft!

[Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?

Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us For our case is as theirs.

[affist them, Seb. I am out of patience. Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by drunk

ards.This wide chopp'd rascal ;-Would thou might'st The washing of ten tides ! [lie drowning,

Gon. He'll be hang’d yet ; Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glut him. [A confused noise within] Mercy on us We split, we split! - Farewell my wife and children !- Farewell, brother !-We split, we split,

we fplit ! Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. Seb. Let's take leave of him.

[Exit. 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 I would fain die a dry death! [Exit.




SCENE 11. The enchanted Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO.

Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them :
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the fea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
Dathes 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 did knock
Against my very heart! Poor fouls! they perish'd.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have funk the fea within the earth, or ere
It should the good ship fo have swallow'd, and
The freighting fouls within her.

Pro. Be collected ;
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done.

Mira. O woe the day!

Pro. No harm.
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
(Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better
Than Profpero, master of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father.

Mira. More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Pro. 'Tis tiine,
I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,


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