hour, if it fo hap.-Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our way, I fay. [Exit. Gonz. [1] I have great comfort from this fellow; methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand faft good fate to his hanging make the rope of his deftiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage: if he be not born to be hang'd, our cafe is miferable. [Exeunt. Re-enter Boatfwain. Boats Down with the top-maft: yare, lower, lower; bring her to try with main-courfe. [A cry within. A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office. Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTHONIO, and GONZALO. -Yet again? what do you here? fhall we give o'er and drown? Have you a mind to fink? Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blafphemous, uncharitable dog. Boats. Work you then. Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whorefon, infolent, noifemaker! we are less afraid to be drown'd than thou art." Gonz. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the fhip were no ftronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unftaunch'd wench. Boat Lay her a-hold, a-hold; fet her two courfes; off to fea again, lay her off. Enter Mariners wet. Mar. All loft! to prayers! to prayers! all loft! [Exe. Boats. What, muft our mouths be cold? Gonz. The king and prince at pray'rs ! let us affift them, For our cafe is as theirs. Seb. I'm out of patience. Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chopp'd rascal : -'Would thou might'ft lic drowning The washing of ten tides! [1] It may be obferved of Gonzalo, that, being the only good man that appears with the king, he is the only man that preferves his cheerfulnefs in the wreck, and his hope on the island. JOHNS. Gonz. He'll be hang'd yet; Though every drop of water fwear against it, A confufed noife within.] Mercy on us! We fplit, we fplit !-farewel, my wife and children !— Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Exit. [Exit. Gonz. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of fea 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. The enchanted land: before the Cell of PROSPERO. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Mira. If by your art, my deareft father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The fky, it seems, would pour down ftinking pitch, But that the fea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O! I have fuffer'd With those that I faw fuffer! a brave veffel, Who bad, no doubt, fome noble creatures in her, Dafh'd all to pieces.. O the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor fouls! they perifh'd. Had I been any god of pow'r, I would Have funk the fea within the earth, or ere It should the good fhip fo have swallow'd, and 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, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter !) who Mira. More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts... Pro. 'Tis time, I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, [Lays down his Mantle. Which thou heard'ft cry, which thou faw'ft fink. Sit down ; For thou muft now know further. Mira. You have often Begun to tell me what I am; but ftopp'd Pro. The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear: A time before we came unto this cell? I do not think thou canft; for then thou waft not Out three years old. Mira. Certainly, fir, 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 affurance 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, If thou remember'ft aught, ere thou cam'ft here; Mira. But that I do not. Pro. Twelve years fince, Miranda-twelve years fince, Thy father was the duke of Milan, and A prince of power. Mira. Sir, are you not my father? Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She faid, thou waft my daughter; and thy father Was duke of Milan; thou his only heir Mira. O the heavens ! What foul play had we that we came from thence ? Pro. Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou fay'ft, were we heav'd thence ; Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Without a parallel; thofe being all my ftudy, And to my ftate grew ftranger, being tranfported, Mira. Sir, moft heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant fuits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash for over-topping; new created 1 The creatures that were mine, I fay, or chang'd 'em,, And fuck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend't not. · Pro. I pray thee, mark me. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated A confidence fans bound. He being thus lorded, To credit his own lie,[2]-he did believe He was, indeed, the duke; out of the substitution, And executing the outward face of royalty, With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition growing,Doft thou hear? Mira. Your tale, fir, would cure deafnefs. Pro. To have no fcreen between this part he play'd And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Abfolute Milan Me, poor man !-my library Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable: confederates, So dry he was for fway, 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 moft ignoble ftooping. Mira. Ŏ the heavens! Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me, If this might be a brother. Mira. I fhould fin To think but nobly of my grandmother : Pro. Now the condition. This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's fuit; Fated to the purpose, did Anthonio open Mira. Alack, for pity! [2] . e. By often repeating the fame ftory, made his memory fuch a finner unto truth, as to give credit to his own lie. A miferable delufion, 30 which ftory-tellers are frequently fubject. WARB. |