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TEMPEST.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Alonso, king of Naples.
Sebastian, his brother.
Prospero, the rightful duke of Milan.

Antonio, his brother, the usurping duke of Milan.

Ferdinand, son to the king of Naples.

Gonzalo, an honest old counsellor of Naples.

Adrian, lords.

Master.

Francisco,

Caliban, a savage and deformed slave.
Trinculo, a jesler.

Stephano, a drunken butler.

Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.

BOATSWAIN,

Boats. Here, master: what cheer?

Mast. Good: speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit.

Enter Mariners.

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!

ACT I.

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,
Gonzalo, and others.

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.

Re-enter Boatswain.

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?
Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us
assist them,
For our case is as theirs.

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.

(1) Readily.

(2) Present instant.

(3) Incontinent.

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.

[Exit.

Pro.
The hour's now come;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?

I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not
Out2 three years old.

Mira.

Certainly, sir, I can.
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person?
Of any thing the image tell me, that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira.
'Tis far off;
And rather like a dream than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants: had I not
Four or five women once, that tended me?

Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how
is it,
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
(1) Before. (2) Quite. (3) Abyss.

Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable: confederates
(So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples,
To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan!)
To most ignoble stooping.

Mira.

TEMPEST.

From my own library, with volumes that
Mira.
I prize above my dukedom.
'Would I might

But ever see that man!
Pro.
Now I arise:-
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit

O the heavens!

Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Than other princes can, that have more time
tell me,
For vaincr hours, and tutors not so careful.

If this might be a brother.

Mira.

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.

Pro.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
Now the condition.
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises,-
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,-
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother: whereon,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.

Mira,

I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Alack, for pity!
Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,'
That wrings mine eyes.

Pro.

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.

Mira.

Wherefore did they not

That hour destroy us?

Pro.

Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not;

(So dear the love my people bore me) nor ect
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'a
A rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.

Mira.

Alack! what trouble

Was I then to you!

Pro.

O! a cherubim

Thou wast, that did preserve me? Thou didst smile,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

When I have deck'd' the sea with drops full salt;
Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.

How came we ashore?

ness,

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,

Pro.
Know thus far forth.-
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
I find my zenith doth depend upon
Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
A most auspicious star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop.-Here ccase more questions;
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way;-I know thou canst not choose.-
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;
[Miranda sleeps.
Approach, my Ariel; come.

(1) Thirsty. (2) Consideration. (3) Suggestion. (4) Sprinkled, (5) Stubborn resolution,

Enter Ariel.

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I

come

On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
Ariel, and all his quality.

Pro.

Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
Hast thou, spirit,
Ari. To every article.

I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the pre-
The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly;

cursors

O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight-outrunning were not: the fire, and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble;
Yea, his dread trident shake.

Pro.
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil'
My brave spirit!
Would not infect his reason?

Mira.
Pro. By Providence divine.
Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Pro.

Why, that's my spirit!

Close by, my master.

Out of his charity (who being then appointed
But was not this nigh shore?
Master of this design,) did give us, with
Ari.
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle-But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,
Ari.
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
Not a hair perish'd;

In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle:
The king's son have I landed by himself;

(6) The minutest article.

(7) Bustle, tumult,

B

Ari.

Not a soul

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Some tricks of desperation: all, but mariners,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair upstaring (then like reeds, not hair,)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty,

And all the devils are here.