rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage. If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. Re-enter Boatswain. [Exeunt. 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 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? Seb. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitBoats. Work you, then. [able dog! Ant. Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noise-maker. We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench. Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses; off to sea again; lay her off. Enter Mariners wet. i Mariners. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! t Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? oiGon. The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them, tha For our case is as theirs. Jaseb. I'm out of patience. beant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards: This wide-chapp'd rascal,―would thou mightst lie drowning The washing of ten tides! vi r t Gon. He'll be hang'd yet, Though every drop of water swear against it, ་ [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. [Exeunt Ant. and Seb. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any thing. above be done! but I would fain die a dry SCENE II The wills death. [Exeunt. The island. Before Prospero's cell. Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere It should the good ship so have swallow'd and Pros. Be collected: No more amazement: tell your piteous heart Mir. Pros. O, woe the day! No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, Mir. More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. Pros. 'Tis time I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.--So: [Lays down his mantle. 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, Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down; Mir. You have often Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd, Pros. The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; A time before we came unto this cell? I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not Out three years old. Mir. Certainly, sir, I can. Pros. By what? by any other house or person? Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mir. "Tis far off, And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants. Had I not Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here, Mir. But that I do not. Pros. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and A prince of power. Mir. Sir, are not you my father? Pros. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father A princess, no worse issued. Mir. O the heavens ! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Pros. Both, both, my girl : By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence; But blessedly holp thither. Mir. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther. Pros. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio, I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should Without a parallel; those being all my study, And to my state grew stranger, being transported Mir. Sir, most heedfully. Pros. Being once perfected how to grant suits, The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em, Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, And suck'd my verdure out on 't. Mir. O, good sir, I do. Pros. Thou attend'st not, I pray thee, mark me. A falsehood in its contrary, as great As my trust was; which had indeed no limit, To credit his own lie, he did believe He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution, With all prerogative:-hence his ambition growing,→ Mir. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pros. 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, wi' 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. Mir. O the heavens ! Pros. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me If this might be a brother. Mir. I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother: Now the condition. This King of Naples, being an enemy The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Mir. Alack, for pity! That wrings mine eyes to 't. Pros. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon's; without the which, this story Were most impertinent. Mir. That hour destroy us? Pros. Wherefore did they not Well demanded, wench: My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not, With colours fairer painted their foul ends. In few, they hurried us aboard a bark, Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared rats Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us, Mir. Was I then to you! Pros. Alack, what trouble O, a cherubin Thou didst smile, Thou wast that did preserve me. Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt, |