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MEN. Alonso, King of Naples. SEBASTIAN, his brother. Prospero, the rightful Duke of Milan. ANTHONIO, his Brother, the ufurping Duke of Milan. FERDINAND, Son to the King of Naples. Gonzalo, an honest old Counsellor of Naples. ADRIAN,
0:ber Spirits attending on Profpero.
Scene, the Sea, with a Ship; afterwards, an uninha
SCENE I. On a Ship at Sea.
Boats. Here, malter: What cheer? Maft. Good: tpeak to the mariners :-fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, beftir.
Enter Mariners. Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts ; yare, yare: take in the top-sail; tend to thy master's whistle ;-blow, till thou burst 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.
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 mifchance 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, blafphemous, uncharitable dog!
Boats. Work you then.
Ant Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson insolent noisemaker! we are less afraid to be drown'd, than
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 lofti
[Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?
Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us For our case is as theirs.
(aflilt 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, þut I would fain die a dry death!
[Exit. A 3
SCENE 11. The enchanted Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO.
Enter PROSPERO, and MIRANDA.
Pro. Be collected ;
Mira. O woe the day!
Pro. No harm.
Mira. More to know
Pro. 'Tis tiine,