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Utis, a merry festiva
Utter, to vend by retail.

Utterance, a phrase in combat, extremity.

W.

Waft, to beckon.

Wage, to fight, to combat, to prescribe to. Wages, is equal to.

Waist, the part between the quarter-deck and the forecastle. Waist, the middle.

Walk, a district in a forest.
Wannion, vengeance.
Ward, posture of defence.
Ward, guardianship.
Warden, a species of pears.
Warder, guard, sentinel.
Warn, to summon.
Wassels, meetings of rustic
mirth.

Watch, a watch-light.
Water-work, water-colours.
Wax, to grow.

Waren, increase.

Wealth, advantage, happiness.

Wear, the fashion.

Wee, little.

Weeds, clothing.

Ween, to think, to imagine.
Weet, to know.

Weigh, to value or esteem, to deliberate.

Welkin, the colour of the sky, blue.

Well-found, of acknowledged excellence.

Well-liking, plump, embonpoint. Wen, swollen excrescence. Wend, to go.

Whelked, varied with protuber

ances.

Whe'r, whether.

Where, whereas.

Work, a term of fortification. Workings, labours of thought.

Whiffler, an officer who walks World, to go to the, to be mar

first in processions. Whiles, until.

Whip, the crack, the best.
Whipstock, a carter's whip.
Whirring, whirring away.
White, the white mark in ar-
chery.

White death, the chlorosis. Whiting-time, bleaching time, spring.

Whitsters, the bleachers of linen. Whittle, a species of knife. Whooping, measure or reckoning.

Wide, remotely from, wide of the mark.

Wilderness, wildness.
Will, wilfulness.
Wimple, a hood or veil.
Winter-ground, to protect against
the inclemency of winter.
Wis, to know.
Wish, to recommend.
Wit, to know.

Witch, to charm, to bewitch.
Wits, senses.

Wittol, knowing, conscious of.
Witty, judicious, cunning.
Woe, to be sorry.

Woman, to affect suddenly and deeply.

Woman-tired, hea pecked. Wondered, able to perform wonders.

Wood, crazy, frantic.

Woodman, an attendant on the forester.

Woolward, a phrase appro

priated to pilgrims and penitentiaries.

Words, dispute, contention.

ried.

Worm, a serpent.

Worship, dignity, authority.
Worth, wealth or fortune, the
value, full quota or propor-
tion
Worts, cabbage.
Wot, to know.
Wound, twisted about.
Wreak, resentment.
Wreak, to revenge.

Wrest, an instrument for tuning the harp.

Wrested, obtained by violence.
Writ, writing, composition.
Writhled, wrinkled.

Wrongs, the persons who wrong
Wrongs, injurious practices.
Wroth, misfortune.
Wrought, worked, agitated.
Wrung, pressed, strained.

Y.

Yarely, readily, nimbly.
Yearns, grieves or vexes.
Yeasty, or yesty, foaming of
frothy.

Yeild, to inform of, condescend

to.

Yeild, to reward.
Yellowness, jealousy.

Yeoman, a bailiff's follower.
Yesty. See Yeasty.

Z.

Zany, a buffoon, a merry andrew

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Other spirits attending on Prospero

CALIBAN, a savage ani deformed slave.bete
TRINCULO, a jester.

STEPHANO, a drunken butler.

Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.

SCENE,―The sea, with a Ship: afterwards an uninhabited Island.

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Boats Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: take in the top sail; Tend to we 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. master? Play the men.

Where's the

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

Boats. Do

you

not hear him? You mar our la

bour; Keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.

Gon. Nay, good. be patient.

Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

Boats When the sea is. Hence! What care

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 mole; 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.

[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 hanged 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 within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, to your oflice.-

Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO, Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give over

these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: si-and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

lence: trouble us not.

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

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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 assist them,

For our case is as theirs.

Seb. I am out of patience.

Ant. We are merely 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,
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.
Seb. Let's take leave of him.

[Exit.

Exit.

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Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.

Mira. 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. 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 swallowed, and
The freighting souls within her.

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

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Lie there my art. - Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.

The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
The very virtue of compassion in thee,
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely order'd, that there is no soul
No, not so much perdition as an hair,
Betid to any creature in the vessel
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink
Sit down;

For thou must now know further.

Mira.

You have often Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd And left me to a bootless inquisition; Concluding, Stay, not yet.

Pro.

The hour's now come;

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And rather like a dream than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants: Had I not
Four or five women once, that tended me?
Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: But how
is it,

That this lives in thy mind? What see'st thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
If thou remember'st ought, ere thou cam'st here,
How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.

Mira.

But that I do not. Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years

since,

Thy father was the duke of Milan, and A prince of power.

Mira.

Sir, are not you my father? Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said -thou wast my daughter; and thy father Was duke of Milan; and his only heir A princess; no worse issued.

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Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio, pray thee, mark me, — that a brother should Be so perfidious! -he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put The manage of my state; as, at that ume, Through all the signiories it was the first, And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Without a parallel: those being all my study, The government I cast upon my brother, And to my state grew stranger, being transported, And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle Dost thou attend me?

Mira.

Sir, most heedfully.

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits,

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Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd,

And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Absolute Milan: Me, poor man! —my library
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable: confederates
(So dry he was for sway) 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 most ignoble stooping.

Mira.

O the heavens!

Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me,

If this might be a brother.

I should sin

Mira. To think but nobly of my grandmother : Good wombs have borne bad sons.

Pro.

Now the condition.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises,—
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open

The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.

Mira.

Alack, for pity!

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(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;

Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.

Mira. Was I then to you!

Pro.

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Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up

Against what should ensue.

Mira.

How came we ashore ?

Pro. By Providence divine.

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

Out of his charity (who being then appointed
Master of this design,) did give us; with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which since have steaded, much; so, of his gentle.

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Enter ARIEL

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail' I

come

To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,

To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task Ariel, and all his quality.

Pro.

Hast thou, spirit, | Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst

Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
Ari. To every
article.

I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings the precur-

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But was not this nigh shore
Ari.

Why, that's my spirit!

Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari.

Not a hair perish'd;
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle :
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot.
Pro.

Of the king's ship
The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o' the fleet?

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Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet,
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples ;

Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great person perish.

Pr.

Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work : What is the time o' the day?

Past the mid season.

Art.
Pro. At least two glasses: The time 'twixt six

and now,

Must by us both be spent most preciously.

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Pro. Thou dost; and think'st
It much to tread the ooze of the salt deep;
To run upon the sharp wind of the north;
To do me business in the veins o' the earth,
When it is bak'd with frost

Ari.

I do not, sir. Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot Robin one

envy,

The foul witch Sycorax, who, with
age and
Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
Ari. No, sir.
Pro.

Thou hast: Where was she born?
speak; tell me.
Ari. Sir, in Argier.
Pro.
O, was she so? I must,
Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did,
They would not take her life: Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, sir.

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with
child,

And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant:
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou did'st painfully remain
A dozen years; within which space she died,
And left thee there; where thou did'st vent thy

groans,

As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island,
(Save for the son that she did litter here, WA
A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with
A human shape.

Ari.

Yes; Caliban her son.
Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
What torment I did find thee in thy groans
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts
Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo; it was mine art,
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.

Ari.
I thank thee, master.
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak,
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till

Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
me pains,

Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,

Which is not yet perform'd me.

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