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ACT I. On a Ship at Sea.
A tempeftuous noife of thunder and lightning heard: Enter a Ship-mafter, and a Boatswain 1.
Boats. Here, Mafter: what cheer?
Maft. Good, fpeak to th' mariners.-Fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground; beftir, beftir.
The Tempeft.] Thefe two firft Plays, the Tempest and the Midfummer-night's Dream, are the nobleft Efforts of that fublime and amazing Imagination, peculiar to Shakespear, which foars above the Bounds of Nature with out forfaking Senfe: or, more properly, carries Nature along with him beyond her eftablished Limits. Fletcher feems particularly to have admired these two Plays, and hath wrote two in lmitation of them, the Sea-Voyage and the Faithful Shepherdess. But when he prefumes to break a Lance with Shakespear, and write in emulation of him, as he does
Boat. 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
Enter Alonfo, Sebaftian, Anthonio, Ferdinand,
Alon. Good Boatswain, have care: where's the mafter! play the men.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Ant. Where is the mafter, Boatswain?
Boats. Do you not hear him? you mar our labour; keep your cabins: you do affift the storm.
Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Boats. When the fea is. Hence! what care these Roarers for the name of King? to cabin; filence, trouble us not.
Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou haft aboard. Boatf. None, that I more love than myfelf. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to filence, and work the peace o'the prefent, we will not handle a rope more; ufe your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived fo long, and make yourfelf ready in your cabin for the mifchance of the hour, if it fo hap. -Cheerly, good hearts. of our way, I fay.
3 Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow; methinks he has no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand faft, good fate, to his hanging; make the rope of his destiny our ca
2 Perhaps it might be read, Blow till thou burst, wind, if room enough.
3 It may be obferved of Gonkalo, that, being the only good
Man that appears with the King, he is the only Man that preferves his Cheerfulness in the Wreck, and his Hope on the Ifland.
ble, for our own doth little advantage; if he be not born to be hanged, our cafe is miferable.
Boatf. Down with the top-maft: yare, lower, lower; bring her to try with main-course. A cry within. A plague upon this howling!
Re-enter Sebaftian, Anthonio, and Gonzalo.
they are louder than the weather, or our office. Yet again? what do you here? fhall 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.
Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning, tho' the fhip were no ftonger than a nut-fhell, and as leaky as an unftanched wench.
Boatf. Lay her a-hold, a hold; fet her two 4 courses off to fea again, lay her off.
Enter Mariners wet.
Mar. All loft! to prayers, to prayers! all loft! [Exeunt.
Boats. What, muft our mouths be cold? Gon. The King and Prince at prayers! let us affift 'em.
For our cafe is as theirs.
Seb. I'm out of patience.
Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by drunThis wide-chopt rafcal-Would, thou might'ft lye
4 The Courfes are the Main
fail and Fore-fail. This Term is
ufed by Raleigh in his Difcourje on Shipping.
The washing of ten tides!
Though every drop of water fwear against it,
Seb. Let's take leave of him.
Gen. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of fea for an acre of barren ground, 7 long heath, brown farze, any thing. The wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death! [Exit,
Changes to a Part of the Inchanted Island, near the Cell of Profpero,
Enter Profpero and Miranda.
Mira. TF by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The fky, it feems, would pour down ftinking pitch,
But that the fea, mounting to th'welkin's cheek,
Pro. Be collected;
No more amazement; tell your piteous heart,
Mira. O wo the day! 8
Pro. No harm.
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
Mira. More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
[Lays down his mantle. Lye there my Art. Wipe thou thine eyes, have comfort.
8 Profp. No harm.] I know not whether Shakespeare did not make Miranda speak thus,
Owo the Day! no harm?
Miranda when he speaks the Words, Owo the Day, fuppofes, not that the Crew had escaped, but that her Father thought dif
To which Profpero properly an- ferently from her, and counted fwers,
their Deftruction no harm.
I have done nothing but in care of thee.