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Alonso, king of Naples.
SCENE, the sea, with a ship, ; afterwards an unino
and lightning. Enter a Shipmaster and a Boat-
Boats. Here, master : what cheer ?
Mast. Good : speak to the mariners: fall to't yare. ly, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.
[Exit. Enter Mariners. Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my bearts ; 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, Gonza.
lo, and others.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
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 name 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 à counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace o' the present, we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority. I' 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.
[Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow : me thinks, 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. [Exeunt.
Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the topmast ; yare ; lower, lower ; bring her to try with main-course. [A cry with in.) 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 o'er, and drown ? Have you a mind to sink ? o'
you bawling, blasphemeus, incharitable dog !
Boats. Work you, then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker! we are less afraid to be drown'd 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 unstaunch'd wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold ; set her two courses ; off to sea again, lay her off.
Enter Mariners wet.
Seb. A pox
your throat !
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?
Seh. I am out of patience.
ards. 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, And gape at wid'st to glut him. [A confused 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.
[Exit. Seó. Let's take leave of him.
[Exit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground ; long heath, brown furze, any thing : The wills above be done! but would fain die a dry death.
SCENE I. The island: before the cell of Prospero.
Enter Prospero and Miranda. Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. 0, 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 swallowed, and
The freighting souls within her.
Be collected ;
O, woe the day!
More to know
'Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me. So ;
[Lays down his mantie. Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes ; have com
For thou must now know further.
You have often
The hour's now come;