THE TEMPEST. ACTI. SCENE I. A tempeftuous Noife of Thunder and Lightning beard: Enter a Ship-mafter, and a Boatfwain. B MASTER. Oatswain. Boats. Here Mafter: What cheer? Maft. Good, fpeak to th' Mariners: Fall too't, yarely, or we run our felves a-ground, beftir, beftir. Enter Mariners. Boats. Hey my Hearts, cheerly my Hearts; yare, yare; take in the Top-fail; tend to th' Mafter's Whistle; Blow 'till thou burft thy Wind, if room enough. Enter Alonfo, Sebaftian, Anthonio, Ferdinand, Alon. Good Boatswain have care: Where's the Master? Play the Men. Boats. I pray now keep below. Ant. Where is the Mafter, Bofon? VOL. I. B 2 Boat 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 Sea 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 my felf. You are a Counsellor; if you can command thefe Elements to Silence, and work the Peace of the prefent, we will not hand a Rope more; use your Authority: If you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd fo long, and make your felf 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 perfe& Gallows. Stand faft, 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 Cafe is miferable. [Exit. Enter Boatswain. Boatf. Down with the Top-Maft: Yare, lower, lower; bring her to try with Main-Course. A Plague A cry within. Enter Sebastian, Anthonio and Gonzalo. upon this Howling: They are louder than the Weather, or our Office. Yet again? What do you here? Shall 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 Noisemaker; we are lefs afraid to be drown'd than thou art. Gonz. I'll warrant him for drowning, though the Ship were no ftronger than a Nut-fhell, and as leaky as an unftanch'd Wench. Boatf. Lay her a hold, a hold; fet her two Courses off to Sea again, lay her off. Enter Mariners wet. Mar. All loft, to Prayers, to Prayers, all loft. Boats. What maft our Mouths be cold? Gon. The King and Prince are at Prayers, let's affift them, for our Cafe is as theirs. Sebaf Sebaf. I'm out of Patience. Ant. We are meerly cheated of our Lives by Drunkards, This wide-chopt Rafcal ing the washing of ten Tides. -would thou might'ft lye drown Gonz. He'll be hang'd yet, Though every Drop of Water fwear against it, And gape at wid'ft to glut him. [A confufed Noife within, We fplit, we fplit: Farewel my Wife and Children, Ant. Let's all fink with the King. Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Exit. Gonz. Now would I give a thoufand 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. SCENE II. Enter Profpero and Miranda. Mira. If by your Art (my dearest Father) you have Have funk the Sea within the Earth, or e'er Pro. Be collected; No more Amazement; tell your piteous Heart, Mira. O wo, the Day. Pro. No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee B 3 Than Than Profpero, Master of a full poor Cell, Mira. More to know Did never meddle with my Thoughts. I fhould inform thee farther. Lend thy Hand, Lye there my Art. Wipe thou thine Eyes, have Comfort. I have with fuch Compaffion in mine Art Which thou heard'ft cry, which thou faw'ft fink: Begun to tell me what I am, but stopt, Pro. The Hour's now come, The very Minute bids thee ope thine Ear, I do not think thou canft, for then thou waft not Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can, Pro. By what? by any other Houfe, or Perfon? 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 hadft, and more, Miranda: But how is it That this lives in thy Mind? What feest thou elfe In the dark backward and Abyfme of Time? If thou remembreft ought e'er thou cam'ft here. Mira. But that I do not. Pro. Twelve Year fince, Miranda, twelve Year fince Thy Thy Father was the Duke of Millan, and Mira. Sir, are not you my Father? Pro. Thy Mother was a piece of Virtue, and Mira. O the Heav'ns, What foul Play had we that we came from thence? Pro. Both, both, my Girl: By foul Play (as thou fayeft) were we heav'd thence, Mira. O my Heart bleeds To think o'th' teene that I have turn'd you to, Mira. Sir, moft heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant Suits, The Creatures that were mine, I fay, or chang'd 'em, Pro. I pray thee mark me: |