Enter Mariners.

Exit.

Botef. Heigh my hearts, cheerely, cheerely my harts: yare, yare: Take in the toppe-fale: Tend to th'Mafters whiftle: Blow till thou burft thy winde, if roome e. nough.

Enter Alonfo, Sebaftian, Anthonio, Ferdinando,
Gonzalo, and others.

Alon. Good Botefwaine haue care: where's the Mafter? Play the men.

Botef. I pray now keepe below.

Anth. Where is the Mafter, Bofon?

Botef.Do you not heare him? you marre our labour, Keepe your Cabines: you do afsift the ftorme.

vpon this howling: they are lowder then the weather, or our office: yet againe? What do you heere? Shal we giue ore and drowne, haue you a minde to finke? Sebaf. A poxe o'your throat, you bawling, blafphemous incharitable Dog.

Botef. Worke you then.

Antb. Hang cur, hang, you whorefon infolent Noyfemaker, we are leffe afraid to be drownde, then thou art. Gonz. I'le warrant him for drowning, though the Ship were no ftronger then a Nutt-fhell, and as leaky as an vnftanched wench.

Botef. Lay her a hold, a hold, fet her two courfes off to Sea againe, lay her off.

We fplit, we split, Farewell my wife, and children,
Farewell brother: we fplit, we fplit, we fplit.

Anth. Let's all finke with' King
Seb. Let's take leaue of him.

Exit.

Gonz. Now would I giue a thoufand furlongs of Sea, for an Acre of barren ground: Long heath, Browne firrs, any thing; the wills aboue be done, but I would faine dye a dry death. Exit.

Scena Secunda.

Enter Profpero and Miranda.

Mira. If by your Art (my deereft father) you haue Put the wild waters in this Rore; alay them: The skye it feemes would powre down ftinking pitch, But that the Sea, mounting to th' welkins cheeke, Dashes the fire out. Oh! I haue fuffered With thofe that I faw fuffer: A braue veffell

Or blessed was't we did?

Prof. Both, both my Girle.

By fowle-play (as thou faift) were we heau'd thence,
But bleffedly holpe hither.

Mira. O my heart bleedes

To thinke oth' teene that I haue turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance, please you, farther;
Prof. My brother and thy vncle, call'd Anthonio:

I pray thee marke me, that a brother should
Be fo perfidious: he, whom next thy felfe
Of all the world I lou'd, and to him put
The mannage of my state, as at that time
Through all the fignories it was the first,
And Profpero, the prime Duke, being fo reputed
In dignity; and for the liberall Artes,
Without a paralell; thofe being all my ftudie,
The Gouernment I caft vpon my brother,

And to my State grew ftranger, being transported
And rapt in fecret ftudies, thy falfe vncle
(Do'st thou attend me?)

Mira. Sir, moft heedefully.

Prof. Being once perfected how to graunt fuites, how to deny them: who t'aduance, and who

To trash for ouer-topping; new created

The creatures that were mine, I fay, or chang'd 'em,

Or els new form'd 'em; hauing both the key,

Of Officer, and office, fet all hearts i'th state

To what tune pleas'd his eare, that now he was

The Iuy which had hid my princely Trunck,

And fuckt my verdure out on't: Thou attend'ft not?
Mira. O good Sir, I doe.

Prof. I pray thee marke me:

I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To clofenes, and the bettering of my mind
with that, which but by being fo retir'd
Ore-priz'd all popular rate: in my falfe brother
Awak'd an euill nature, and my trust
Like a good parent, did beget of him

A falfehood in it's contrarie, as great

As my trust was, which had indeede no limit,

A confidence fans bound. He being thus Lorded,

Not onely with what my reuenew yeelded,
But what my power might els exact. Like one
Who hauing into truth, by telling of it,
Made fuch a fynner of his memorie

To credite his owne lie, he did beleeue

He was indeed the Duke, out o'th' Substitution

And executing th'outward face of Roialtie
With all prerogatiue: hence his Ambition growing:
Do'ftthou heare?

Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafenesse.

Prof. To haue no Schreene between this part he plaid, And him he plaid it for, he needes will be Abfolute Millaine, Me (poore man) my Librarie Was Dukedome large enough: of temporall roalties He thinks me now incapable. Confederates (fo drie he was for Sway) with King of Naples To giue him Annuall tribute, doe him homage Subiect his Coronet, to his Crowne and bend The Dukedom yet vnbow'd (alas poore Millaine) To moft ignoble stooping.

Mira. Oh the heauens:

Good wombes haue borne bad fonnes.

Pro. Now the Condition.

This King of Naples being an Enemy

To me inueterate, hearkens my Brothers fuit,
Which was, That he in lieu o'th' premises,
Of homage, and I know not how much Tribute,
Should prefently extirpate me and mine

Out of the Dukedome, and confer faire Millaine
With all the Honors, on my brother: Whereon
A treacherous Armie leuied, one mid-night
Fated to th' purpose, did Anthonio open

The gates of Millaine, and ith' dead of darkeneffe
The minifters for th' purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying felfe.

Mir. Alack, for pitty:

I not remembring how I cride out then

Will cry it ore againe : it is a hint

That wrings mine eyes too't.

Pro. Heare a little further,

And then I'le bring thee to the present businesse

Which now's vpon's: without the which, this Story

Were most impertinent.

Mir. Wherefore did they not

That howre deftroy vs?

Pro. Well demanded, wench :

My Tale prouokes that question: Deare, they durft not,

So deare the loue my people bore me: nor fet

A marke fo bloudy on the bufineffe; but

With colours fairer, painted their foule ends.
In few, they hurried vs a-boord a Barke,

Bore vs fome Leagues to Sea, where they prepared
A rotten carkaffe of a Butt, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, fayle, nor maft, the very rats
Inftinctiuely haue quit it: There they hoyft vs
To cry to th' Sea, that roard to vs; to figh
To th' windes, whofe pitty fighing backe againe
Did vs but louing wrong.

Mir. Alack, what trouble

Was I then to you?

Pro. O, a Cherubin

Thou was't that did preferue me; Thou didft fmile,
Infufed with a fortitude from heauen,
When I haue deck'd the fea with drops full falt,
Vnder my burthen groan'd, which raif'd in me
An vndergoing ftomacke, to beare vp
Against what should enfue.

Mir. How came we a fhore?

Pro. By prouidence diuine,

Some food, we had, and some fresh water, that
A noble Neopolitan Gonzalo

Out of his Charity, (who being then appointed
Mafter of this defigne) did giue vs, with
Rich garments, linnens, ftuffs, and neceffaries
Which fince haue fteeded much, fo of his gentleneffe
Knowing I lou'd my bookes, he furnifhd me
From mine owne Library, with volumes, that
I prize aboue my Dukedome.

Mir. Would I might

But euer fee that man.

Pro. Now I arise,

Sit ftill, and heare the laft of our fea-forrow:
Heere in this Iland we arriu'd, and heere
Haue I, thy Schoolemaster, made thee more profit
Then other Princeffe can, that haue more time
For vainer howres; and Tutors, not fo carefull.

Mir. Heuens thank you for't. And now I pray you Sir,

For ftill 'tis beating in my minde; your reafon
For rayfing this Sea-storme?

Pro. Know thus far forth,

By accident moft ftrange, bountifull Fortune
(Now my deere Lady) hath mine enemies
Brought to this fhore: And by my prescience
I finde my Zenith doth depend vpon

A moft aufpitious ftarre, whofe influence
If now I court not, but omit; my fortunes
Will euer after droope: Heare cease more questions,
Thou art inclinde to fleepe: 'tis a good dulneffe,
And giue it way: I know thou canst not chufe:
Come away, Seruant, come; I am ready now,
Approach my Ariel. Come.

Enter Ariel.

Ari. All haile, great Mafter, graue Sir, haile: I come To answer thy beft pleasure; be't to fly,

To fwim, to diue into the fire: to ride

On the curld clowds: to thy ftrong bidding, taske
Ariel, and all his Qualitie.

Pro. Haft thou, Spirit,

Performd to point, the Tempeft that I bad thee.
Ar. To euery Article.

I boorded the Kings fhip: now on the Beake,
Now in the Wafte, the Decke, in euery Cabyn,

I flam'd amazement, fometime I'ld diuide
And burne in many places; on the Top-maft,
The Yards and Bore-fpritt, would I flame distinctly,
Then meete, and ioyne. Ioues Lightning, the precurfers
O'th dreadfull Thunder-claps more momentarie
And fight out-running were not; the fire, and cracks
Of fulphurous roaring, the moft mighty Neptune
Seeme to befiege, and make his bold waues tremble,
Yea, his dread Trident shake.

But felt a Feauer of the madde, and plaid
Some tricks of desperation; all but Mariners
Plung'd in the foaming bryne, and quit the veffell;
Then all a fire with me the Kings fonne Ferdinand
With haire vp-staring (then like reeds, not haire)
Was the first man that leapt; cride hell is empty,
And all the Diuels are heere.

Pro. Why that's my spirit:
But was not this nye fhore?
Ar. Close by, my Master.
Pro. But are they (Ariell) fafe?
Ar. Not a haire perifhd:

On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher then before and as thou badft me,
In troops I haue difperfd them 'bout the Ifle:
The Kings fonne haue I landed by himselfe,
Whom I left cooling of the Ayre with fighes,
In an odde Angle of the Ifle, and fitting
His armes in this fad knot.

Pro. Of the Kings ship,

The Marriners, fay how thou haft difpofd,
And all the reft o'th'Fleete?

Ar. Safely in harbour

Is the Kings fhippe, in the deepe Nooke, where once
Thou calldft me vp at midnight to fetch dewe
From the ftill-vext Bermoothes, there she's hid;
The Marriners all vnder hatches ftowed,
Who, with a Charme ioynd to their fuffred labour
I haue left asleep and for the reft o'th' Fleet
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