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additional part, which forms a separate Supplement of the following contents: 1st. Shakspeare's Portrait taken from the best Originals; 2dly. The Life of the Author by Nicholas Rowe; 3dly. His Miscellaneous Poems; 4thly. A Critical Glossary compiled after Nares, Ayscough, Hazlitt, Douce and others. The expence for the buyer will be but very trifling, and the subscribers of „The Dramatic Works" enjoy besides the advantage to get this Supplement at about half the price published.

Leipsic, March 2, 1824.

ERNST FLEISCHER.

Though every drop of water swear against it,

Ant. Where is the master, boatswain?

Gon. He'll be hanged yet;

Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour; And gape at wid'st to glut him.

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.

[A confused noise within.] - Mercy on us! - We split,
well, brother!
we split! Farewell, my wife and children! - Fare-

! - We split, we split, we split!

Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
Seb. Let's take leave of him.

[Exit.

[Exit.

an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze,
Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for
die a dry death.
any thing: The wills above be done! but I would fain

[Exit.

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 shall not hand a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make SCENE II. - The Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO. yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts. Out of our Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have way, I say.

Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.

Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: me- The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, [Exit. Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: thinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; his com- But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, plexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, With those I saw suffer! a brave vessel, 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 top-mast; yare; lower, lower;
bring her to try with main-course.- [A cry within. Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er

Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Had I been any god of power, I would
Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd.

A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the
weather, or our office.

Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. give o'er, and

Yet again? what do you here? Shall

drown? Have you a mind to sink?

we

Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphe

mous, incharitable dog!

Boats. Work you, then.

It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
The freighting souls within her.

Pro. Be collected;

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

Mira. O, woe the day!

Pro. No harm.

I have done nothing but in care of thee,