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PERSONS REPRESENTED. Alonso, King of Naples.

Stephano, a drunken Butler: Sebastian, his Brother.

Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners. Prospero, the rightful Duke of Milan. Antonio, his Brother, the usurping Duke of Miranda, Hanghter to Prospero. Milan

Ariel, an airy Spirit. Ferdinand, Son to the King of Naples.

Iris, Gonzalo, an honest old Counsellor of Naples.

Ceres, Adrian,



Caliban, a savage and deformed Slave. Reapers,
Trinculo, a Jester.

Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
SCENE,—The Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an uninhabited Island.

Francisco, } Lords.



Re-enter Boatswain.
SCENE I.-On a ship at Sea.

Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare ; lower,

lower ; bring her to try with main course. (A cru A Storm with Thunder and Lightning: within.). A plague upon this howling! they are Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain.

louder than the weather, or our office.Must. BOATSWAIN,

Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. Boats. Here, master : What cheer ?

Yet again ? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, Mast. Good : Speak to the mariners: fall to't yare- and drown? Have you a mind to sink? ty, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. Seb. A pox o'your throat! you bawling, blas.

(Exit. phemous, incharitable dog ! Enter Mariners.

Boats. Work you, then.

Aut. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent Boats. Heigh, my hearts ; cheerly, cheerly, my noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than hearts ; yare, yare : take in the topsail; Tend to the thou art. master's whistle.--Blow till thou burst thy wind, Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though if room enough!

the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand,

leaky as an unstanched wench. Gonzalo, and others.

Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold: set her two

courses ; off to sea again, lay her off. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master! Play the men.

Enter Mariners wet. Boats. I pray now, keep below.

Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! Aut. Where is the master, Boatswain ?

(Ereunt. Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our la- Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? bour ; Keep your cabins : you do assist the storm. Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us as. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.

sist them, Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care For our case is as theirs. these roarers for the name of king ? To cabin : si- Seb. I am out of patience. lence : trouble us not,

Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

drunkards.-Boats. None that I more love than myself. You This wide-chapp'd rascal ;-'Would, thou might'st are a counsellor ; if you can command these ele. lie drowning, ments to silence, and work the peace of the present, The washing of ten tides ! we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority. Gon.

He'll be hanged yet ; If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, Though every drop of water swear against it, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis. And gape at wid'st to glut him. chance of the honr, if it so hap.—Cheerly, good ( A conjused noise within.)--Mercy on us! We split, hearts.--Out of our way, I say.

[Erit.we split !-Farewell, my wife and children! FareCon. I have great comfort from this fellow': me- well, brother! We split, we split, we split! thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his Ant. Let's all sink with the king.

[Erit. complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Seb. Let's take leave of him.

Erit. fate, to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. brown furze, any thing : The wills above be done!

[Ereunt. but I would fain die a dry death.


SCENE II. The Island: before the Cell of Prospero. Mira.

O, my heart bleeds

To think o'the teen that I have turn'd you to, Enter Prospero and Miranda.

Which is from my remembrance! Please you fur Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have

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

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call's Antonio, The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, I pray thee, mark me, that a brother should But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd

Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put With those that I saw suffer ! a brave vessel, The manage of my state; as, at that time, Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Through all the signiories it was the first Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'a. In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Had I been any god of power, F would

Without a parallel; those being all my study, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er The government I cast upon my brother, It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and And to my state grew stranger, being transported, The freighting souls within her.

And rapt in secret studies. Thy false unclePro.

Be collected ;

Dost thou attend me? No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, Mira.

Sir, most heedfully. There's no harm done.

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Mira. O, woe the day !

How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom Pro.

No harm. To trash for over-topping; new created I have done nothing but in care of thee,

The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who

them, Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Or else new form'd them: having both the key Of whence I am; nor that I am more better

Of officer and office, set all hearts Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,

To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was And thy no greater father.

The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, [not: Mira.

More to know And suck'd my verdure out on't. -Thou attend'st Did never meddle with my thoughts.

I pray thee, mark me. Pro. 'Tis time Mira.

O good sir, I do. I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate And pluck my magic garment from me. So; To closeness and the bettering of my mind

[Lays down his Mantle. With that, which, but by being so retir'd, Lie there, my art.-Wipe tħou thine eyes; have O'erpriz'd all popular rate, in my false brother, comfort.

Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust, The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd Like a good parent, did beget of him The very virtue of compassion in thee,

A falsehood, in its contrary as great I have with such provision in mine art

As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, So safely order'd, that there is no soul...

A confidence sans bound. He being thus lordel, No, not so much perdition as an hair,

Not only with what my revenue yielded, Betid to any creature in the vessel

But what my power might else exact, like one, Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Sit down;

Made such a sinner of his memory, For thou must now know further.

To credit his own lie,-he did believe Mira.

You have often He was the duke; out of the substitution, Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd

And executing the outward face of royalty, And left me to a bootless inquisition ;

With all prerogative :--Hence his ambition Concluding, Stay, not yet.

Growing,Dost hear? Pro.

The hour's now come; Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;

Pro. To have no screen between this part he Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember And him he play'd it for, he needs will he (play'd, A time before we came unto this cell ?

Absolute Milan: me, poor man! my library
I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties
Out three years old.

He thinks me now incapable: confederates
Certainly, sir, I can.

(So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Of any thing the image tell me, that

Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend Hath kept with thy remembrance.

The dukedom, yet anbow'd, (alas, poor Milan !) Mira.

'Tis far off ; To most ignoble stooping. And rather like a dream than an assurance


O the heavens! That my remembrance warrants : had I not Pro. Mark his condition, and the event;' then Four or five women once, that tended me? [it, If this might be a brother.

(tell me, Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how is Mira.

I should sin That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else To think but nobly of my grandmother: In the dark backward and abysm of time?

Good wombs have borne bad sons. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, Pro.

Now the condition How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.

This king of Naples, being an enemy Mira.

But that I do not. To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years which was, that he in lieu o'the premises, Thy father was the duke of Milan, and [since, Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, A prince of power.

Should presently extirpate me and mine Mira.

Sir, are not you my father! Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and With all the honours, on my brother: whereon She said-thou wast my daughter; and thy father A treacherous army levied, one midnight Was duke of Milan; and his only heir

Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open A princess ;- no worse issued.

The gates of Milan; and i'the dead of darkness, Mira,

0, the heavens! The ministers for the purpose hurried thence What foul play had we, that we came from thence ? Me, and thy crying self. Or blessed was't we did ?


Alack, for pity!

Both, both, my girl: I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence, Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,
But blessedly holp hither.

That wrings mine eyes.

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