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CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave. TRINCULO, a Jester.
STEPHANO, a drunken Butler.
Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
SCENE.-The Sea with a Ship; afterwards an uninhabited Island.
Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO, and Others." Alon. Good Boatswain, have care. the Master? Play the men. Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the Master, Boson? 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. [aboard. Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast 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 hand 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.
Boats. Down with the top-mast: yare; lower, lower. Bring her to try wi' th' main-course. [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.
This wide-chapp'd rascal,—would thou might'st
[A confused noise within. Mercy on us!-We split, we split!-Farewell, my wife and children!-Farewell, brother!-We split, we split, we split!
Ant. Let's all sink wi' th' 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 I would fain die a dry death. [Exit.
The 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 sea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O! I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
O, woe the day!
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
More to know
The direful spectacle of the wrack, which touch'd
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely order'd, that there is no soul-
To think o' th' teen that I have turn'd you to,
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, called Anto-
I pray thee, mark me.
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Like a good parent, did beget of him
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
Both, both, my girl:
O! my heart bleeds
A falsehood, in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
To credit his own lie-he did believe
He was indeed the Duke; out o' th' substitution,
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
That hour destroy us? Pro.
Wherefore did they not
Well demanded, wench:
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not;
(So dear the love my people bore me,) nor set
Would I might
Now I arise :[Puts on his robe. Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island we arriv'd; and here Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Than other princes can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Mira. Heavens thank you for 't! And now, I pray you, sir,
(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm?
Pro. Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune (Now my dear lady) hath mine enemies Brought to this shore; and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions. Thou art inclin'd to sleep: 'tis a good dulness, And give it way:-I know thou canst not choose. [MIRANDA Sleeps. Come away, servant, come! I am ready now: Approach, my Ariel: come!
Ariel. All hail, great master; grave sir, hail. What is 't thou canst demand?
To answer thy best pleasure; be 't to fly,
I boarded the King's ship; now on the beak,
O' th' dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-outrunning were not: the fire, and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.
Who was so firm, so constant,
My brave spirit!
Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Then all a-fire with me: the King's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair)
Why, that's my spirit!
But was not this nigh shore?
Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Not a hair perish'd:
Safely in harbour
Is the King's ship: in the deep nook, where
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid;
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
Supposing that they saw the King's ship wrack'd,
Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work. What is the time o' th' day? Ari. Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now
Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
How now! moody?