Dramatis Perfonæ.

ALONSO, King of Naples.

Sebaftian, bis Brother.

Profpero, the rightful Duke of Milan.

Anthonio, his Brother, the ufurping Duke of Milan.
Ferdinand, Son to the King of Naples.

Gonzalo, an honeft old Counsellor of Naples.

Caliban, a Savage and deformed Slave.

Trinculo, a Jefter.

Stephano, a drunken Butler.

Mafter of a Ship, Boatfwain, and Mariners.

Miranda, Daughter to Profpero.

Ariel, an airy Spirit.

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SCENE, On a Ship at Sea.

A tempeftuous noife of thunder and lightning heard: Enter a Ship-mafter, and a Boatswain.

Oatfwain

MASTER.

Boats. Here, Mafter: what cheer? Maft. Good, fpeak to th' mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground; beftir, beftir.

Enter Mariners.

[Exit.

Beat. Hey, my hearts; cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare, take in the top-fail; tend to th' mafter's whistle; blow, 'till thou burst thy wind, if room enough.

Enter Alonfo, Sebaftian, Anthonio, Ferdinand,
Gonzalo, and others.

• Alon. Good Boatswain, have care: where's the mafter ?
play the men.
Boat. I pray now, keep below.

Ant.

Ant. Where is the mafter, Boatfwain ?

Boats. Do you not hear him? you mar our labour; keep your cabins: you do affift the storm.

Gonz. Nay, good be patient.

Boats. When the fea is. Hence what care thefe Roarers for the name of King? to cabin; filence ; trouble us not.

Gonz. Good, yet remember whom thou haft aboard. Boats. None, that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command thefe elements to filence, and work the peace o'the prefent, we will not hand a rope more; ufe your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd fo long, and make yourfelf ready in your cabin for the mifchance of the hour, if it fo hap. Cheerly, good hearts: out of our way, I fay,

[Exit.

Gonz. I have great comfort from this fellow; methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand faft, good fate, to his hanging; make the rope of his deftiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage: if he be not born to be hang'd, our cafe is miferable. [Exeunt.

Re-enter Boatfwain.

Boats. Down with the top-maft: yare lower, lower; bring her to try with main-course. A plague upon this howling!

A cry within. Re-enter Sebaftian, Anthonio, and Gonzalo. they are louder than the weather, or our office. Yet again? what do you hear? fhall we give o'er, and drown? have you a mind to fink?

Sebaf. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blafphemous uncharitable dog.

Boats. Work you then.

Ant. Hang cur, hang; you whorefon, infolent, noifemaker; we are lefs afraid to be drown'd, than thou art, Gonz. I'll warrant him from drowning, tho' the ship were no ftronger than a nut-fhell, and as leaky as an unflanch'd wench.

Boats.

Boat. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; fet her two courfes off to fea again, lay her off.

Enter Mariners avet.

Mar. All loft! to prayers, to prayers! all loft! [Exe. Boat. What, muft our mouths be cold?

Gonz. The King and Prince at pray'rs ! let us affift 'em. For our cafe is as theirs.

Seb. I'm out of patience.

Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chopt rafcal

drowning,

The wafhing of ten tides!

Gonz. He'll be hang`d yet,

Would, thou might'ft lye

Though every drop of water fwear againft it,

And gape at wid'ft to glut him.

Mercy on us!

[A confufed noife within.

We fplit, we split! Farewel, my Wife and Children! Brother, farewel! we fplit, we fplit, we fplit!

Ant. Let's all fink with the King.

(Exiti [Exit.

Seb. Let's take leave of him. Gonz. Now would I give a thoufand furlongs of fea 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 changes to a Part of the Inchanted Island, near the Cell of Profpero.

Enter Profpero and Miranda.

Mira. Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:

F by your art (my dearest father) you have

The fky, it seems, would pour down ftinking pitch,
But that the fea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek,
Dafhes the fire out. O! I have fuffer'd
With thofe that I faw fuffer: a brave vessel
(Who had, no doubt, some noble creatures in her)
Dash'd all to pieces. O! the cry did knock

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Against

Against my very heart: poor fouls, they perifh'd!
Had I been any God of Pow'r, I would
Have funk the fea within the earth; or ere
It should the good fhip fo have fwallow'd, and
The fraighting 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, mafter of a full-poor cell,
And thy no greater father.

Mira. More to know

Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Pro. Tis, time,

I fhould inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magick garment from me; fo!

[Lays down his mantle. Lie there my Art. Wipe thou thine eyes, have comfort. The direful fpectacle of the wreck,

which touch'd

The very virtue of compaffion in thee,

I have with fuch provifion in mine art

So fafely order'd, that there is no foyle, (1).
No, not fo much perdition as an hair,

Betid to any creature in the vessel

Which thou heard'ft cry, which thou faw'ft fink: fit down; For thou must now know farther.

Mira. You have often'

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(1) is no Foyle,] . e. no Damage, Lofs, Detriment. The two old Folio's read,--- is no Soul: which will not agree in Grammar with the following Part of the Sentence. Mr. Rowe frit fubilituted--- no Soul loft, which does not much mend the Matter, taking the Context together. Foyle is a Word familiar with our Poet, and in fome Degree fynonymous to Perdition in the next Line.

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