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Alonso, king of Naples.
Antonio, his brother, the usurping duke of Milan.
Ferdinand, son to the king of Naples.
Gonzalo, an honest old counsellor of Naples.
Caliban, a savage and deformed slave.
Stephano, a drunken butler.
Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
Boats. Here, master: what cheer?
Mast. Good: speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit.
Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: take in the top-sail: tend to the master's whistle.-Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!
fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he SCENE I-On a ship at sea. A storm, with be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. thunder and lightning. Enter a Ship-master [Exeunt. and a Boatswain.
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand,
Miranda, daughter to Prospero.
Alon. Good boatswain, have a care. Where's the master? Play the men.
Boats. I pray now, keep below. Int. Where is the master, boastwain? 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.
Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
Boals. 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.
Enter Mariners, wel.
Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [Exeunt.
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?
cheated of our lives by
Seb. I am out of patience. Ant. We are merely drunkards.This wide-chapped rascal ;-'Would, thou might'st lie drowning,
Boals. 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 lived so long, The washing of ten tides! and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis- Gon. He'll be hanged yet; chance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good Though every drop of water swear against it, hearts.-Out of our way, I say. [Exit. And gape at wid'st to glut him.
Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: me-[A confused noise within.] Mercy on us!-We thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children!complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Farewell, brother!-We split, we split, we split.(4) Absolutely.
(2) Present instant.
Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. In the dark backward and abysm3 of time? Seb. Let's take leave of him. Exit. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of How thou cam'st here, thou may'st. 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.
But that I do not.
SCENE II.-The island: before the cell of Prospero. Enter Prospero and Miranda.
Mir. 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 the welkin's check, Dashes 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 cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd. Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er1 It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The freighting souls within her.
Pro. Be collected; No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, There's no harm done. O, wo the day!
Mira. Pro. 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 Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father.
More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. Pro. 'Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; [Lays down his mantle. Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
Pro. Twelve years since,
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither.
I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not
Certainly, sir, I can.
O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen' that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you further. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio, I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should Be so perfidious!-he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put The manage of my state; as, at that time, Through all the signiories it was the first, And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Without a parallel; those being all my study, The government I cast upon my brother, And to my state grew stranger, being transported, And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle
Dost thou attend me?
Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how
Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine; I say or chang'd
Or else new form'd them: having both the key
And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st
I pray thee, mark me. Mira.
O good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate To closeness, and the bettering of my mind With that, which, but by being so retir'd, O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother, Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust, Like a good parent, did beget of him A falsehood, in its contrary as great As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded, But what my power might else exact,-like one, Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie,-he did believe He was the duke; out of the substitution, And executing the outward face of royalty, With all prerogative:-Hence his ambition Growing,-Dost hear?
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd, And him he play'd it for, he needs will he Absolute Milan: me, poor man!- my library
(5) Cut away.
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
From my own library, with volumes that
But ever see that man!
O the heavens!
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Than other princes can, that have more time
If this might be a brother.
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?
I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have born bad sons.
I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which, this story Were most impertinent.
Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?
Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not;
(So dear the love my people bore me) nor ect
Alack! what trouble
Was I then to you!
O! a cherubim
Thou wast, that did preserve me? Thou didst smile,
When I have deck'd' the sea with drops full salt;
How came we ashore?
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
(1) Thirsty. (2) Consideration. (3) Suggestion. (4) Sprinkled, (5) Stubborn resolution,
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I
On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
Why, that's my spirit!
Close by, my master.
Out of his charity (who being then appointed
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle:
(6) The minutest article.
(7) Bustle, tumult,
Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
And all the devils are here.