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THE TEMPEST.

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

ALONSO, King of Naple3.
SEBASTIA Y, his brother.
PROSPERO, the right Duke of Milan.
ANTON10, his brother, the usurping

Duke of Milan.
FERDINAND, son to the King of

Naples.
Gonzalo, an honest old Counsel-

lor. ADRIAN,

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Lords.
FRANCISCO,
CALIBAN, à savage and deformed

Slave.
TRINCULO, a Jester.

STEPHANO, a drunken Butler,
Master of a Ship.
Boatswain.
Mariners.
MIRANDA, Danghter to Prospero.
ARIEL, an airy Spirit.
IRIS,
CERES,
JUNO,

presented
Nymphs,

by Spirits. Reapers, Other Spirits attending on Pros

pero.

SCENE-A ship at Sea: an island.

ACT І.
SCENE I. On a ship at sea : n tempestuous noise of thunder

and lightning heard.
Enter a Ship-Master and a Boatswain.
Mast. Boatswain !
Boats. Here, master : what cheer ?

Mast. Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely, or ve run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.

[Exit. Enter Mariners. Boats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my liearts ! Fare, yare ! Take in the topsail. Tend to the master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enoug!! Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, Gox

ZALO, and others. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master ? Play the men.

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

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Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labor : keep your cabins : you do assist the storm.

Gon. Nay, good, be patient.

Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roar. ers for the name of king? To cabin : silence ! trouble us not.

Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard. 21

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 more ; 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 : methinks 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 ad. vantage. 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. (4 cry within.] A plague upon this howling ! they are louder than the weather or our office.

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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 ?

Seh. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog !

Boats. Work you then.

Ant. Ilang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker! 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 oli to sea again ; lay her off.

Enter Mariners wet.
Mariners. All lost! to prayers, to prayers ! all lost !
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold ?

Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let's assist them,
For our case is as theirs.
Seb.

I'm out of patience. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards :

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This wide-chapp'd rascal-would thou mightst lie drown

ing The washing of ten tides ! Gon.

He'll be hang'd yet, Though every drop of water swear against it And gape at widest to glut him. [A confused noise within : “Mercy on us !”• We split, wo 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 The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death,

[Exeunt. SCENE II. The island. Before PROSPERO's cell.

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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. O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer ; a brave vessel,
Who had, no doubt, some noble creature 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 ere
It should the good ship so have swallow'd and
The fraughting souls within her.
Pros.

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

0, woe the day ! Pros.

No harm.
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father,
Mir.

More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Pros.

'Tis time I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,

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