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Alonso, king of Naples.
Sebastian, his brother.
Prospero, the rightful duke of Milan.
Antonio, his brother, the usurping duke of Milan.
Ferdivand, son to the king of Naples.
Gonzalo, un honest old counsellor of Naples.

Caliban, a savage and deformed sladc.
Triuculo, a jester.
Stephano, a drunken butler.

Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.


Miranda, daughter to Prospero.

Ariel, an airy spirit.
Juno, spirits.

Other spirits attending on Prospero.

Scene, the sea, with a ship; afterwards an unin.

habited island.



SCENE I. On a ship at sea.

A storm, with thunder and lightning.

Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain.

Boats. Here, master: what cheer?

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

[Erit. 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!

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand,

Gonzalo, and others. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the med.

• Readily.

Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Ant. Where is the master, hoatswain?

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 naine of king? To cabin : silence: trouble us not.

Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

Boats. 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, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts. Out of our way, I say.

[Erit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Staud 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 hanged, our case is miserable.

[Ereunt. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. 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.

Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. Yet again ? what do you here? Shall we give v'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink? Seb.

A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blas. phemous, uncharitable dog!

• Present instant.

Boats. Work you, then.

Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, ipsolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

Gon I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstaunched* wench.

Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off.

Enter Mariners, wet. 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 as

sist them,
For our case is as theirs.

Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We are merelyt cheated of our lives by

drunkards.This wide-chapped rascal;—'Would, thou might'st

lie drowning, The washing of ten tides! Gon.

He'll be hanged yet; Though every drop of water swear against it, Aud gape at wid'st to glut him. (A conjused noise within.] Mercy on us !-We split, we split !Farewell, my wife and children !-Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we split.

Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Erit. Seb. Let's take leave of hin.

[Erit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for au acre of barred ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: the wills above be done! but I would faip die a dry death.


. Incontinent.

# Absolutely.


The island : before the cell of Prospero.

Enter Prospero and Miranda.
Mira. If by your art, diy dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them :
The sky, it seens, would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er
It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
The freighting souls within her.

Be collected ;
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done.

O, woe the day!

No harm.
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
(of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Of whence I am, nor that I am niore better
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father.

More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.

'Tis time I should ivform thee further. Lend thy liand, And pluck my magic garment from me.-So;

(Lays down his mantle.

• Before.

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