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T E M P E S T.
A CT I. SCENE I.
On a Ship at Sea.
Enter a Ship-master, and a Boatswain.
Boats. Here master : what cheer?
Maft. Good, speak to th' mariners : fall to't, yarely, or we run ourselves a-ground ; bestir, beftir.
Enter Mariners. Boats. Hey my hearts, cheerly my hearts ; yare, yare ; take in the top-fail; tend to th’master's whistle ; blow 'till thou burft thy wind, if room enough. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo,
and others. Alon. Good boatswain have care: Where's the master? play the men.
Boats. I pray now keep below.
Boats. Do you not hear him? you mar our labour ; keep your cabins; you assist the storm.
Gonz. 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.
Gonz. Good: yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
Boats. None that I love more than myself. You are a ccunsellor ; 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
have liv'd so long, and make your self ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly good hearts: out of our way, I say. [Exit.
Gonz. 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.
[Exit. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the top-maft: yare, lower, lower ; bring her to try with main-course. A plague upon this howling cry
within. Enter Sebastian, Anthonio and Gonzalo. 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 sink?
Seb. A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog.
Boats. Work you then.
Ant. Hang cur, hang, you whoreson insolent noisemaker; we are less afraid to be drown'd than thou art.
Gonz. I'll warrant him for drowning, though the Ship
were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanch'd wench.
Boats. Lay her a hold, a hold; fer her two courses off to sea again, lay her off.
Enter Mariners wet.
Gonz. The King and Prince at pray’rs ? let us alist 'em For our case is as theirs.
Seb. I'm out of patience.
Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chopt rascal---would thou might'st lie drowning The washing of ten tides !
Gonz. He'll be hang'd yet,
[A confused noise within. We split, we split! farewel my wife and children, Brother farewel: we split, we split, we fplit!
Ant. Let's all sink with the King.
[Exit. Gonz. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground: ''ling, heath, broom, furze, any thing; the wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death.
Enter Profpero and Miranda.
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them :
But 1 long heath, brown furze, any thing ;
TEMPE S T.
Pro. Be collected;
Mira. O wo the day!
Pro. No harm.
Mira. More to know
Pro. 'Tis time
[Lays down bis mantle.
Begun 2 compaffica ... old edii. Theob. emend.
Begun to tell me what I am, but stopt,
Pro. The hour's now come,
Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can.
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person ?
Mira. 'Tis far off ;
Pro. Thou hadft, and more, Miranda: but how is it
[since Pro. 'Tis twelve years since, Miranda; twelve years Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and A Prince of Pow'r.
Mira. Sir, are not you my father?
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
Mira. O the heav'ns!
Pro. Both, both, my girl:
Mira. 3 and his only heir