Boats. Here, master: What cheer? Master. Good: Speak to the mariners: fall to t yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit.

Enter Mariners.

Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: Take in the topsail: Tend to the 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.

the master? Play the men.

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

Where's

Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: Keep your cabins: You do assist the

storm.

Hence!

What care

Gon. Nay, good, be patient. Boats. When the sea is. 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 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. [Excit. 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 advantage! If he be not born to be hanged our case is miserable. [Exeunt.

Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the topmast; yare; lower, lewer; 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, incharitable dog!

Boats. Work you, then.

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 nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench.

Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold: set her twe courses; off to sea again; lay her off. Enter Mariners, wet. 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-chopp'd rascal;-'Would thou mightst
lie drowning,
The washing of ten tides!
Gon.
He'll be hang'd yet;
Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at wid'st to glut him.

[Exit. [Exit.

[A confused noise within.]-Mercy on us! [dren! We split, we split!-Farewell, my wife and chilFarewell, brother! We split, we split, we split! Ant. Let's all sink with the king Seb. Let's take leave of him. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, anything: The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit.

SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of
Prospero.

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,

comfort.

The direful spectacle of the wrack, 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 [Sit down;
Which thou heard'st ery, which thou saw'st sink.
For thou must now know farther.
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; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell?

I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Out three years old.

Mira.

Certainly, sir, I can.

Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of anything the image tell me that

Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira.

"T is far off; And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants: Had I not Four or five women once that tended me? [it is Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: But how That this lives in thy mind? What see'st thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here, How thou cam'st here thou mayst. Mira. But that I do not. Pro. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year 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
And princess no worse issued.
Mira.
O, the heavens !
What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
Or blessed was 't we did?

Pro.
Both, both, my girl;
By foul play, as thou say 'st, were we heav'd thence;

But blessedly holp hither.
Mira.

O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, [ther.
Which is from my remembrance! Please you far-
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,-
I 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 time,
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, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To thrash for overtopping; new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd them Or else new form'd them; having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts i' th' state To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, [not. And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st Mira. O good sir, I do.

Pro.

I pray thee, mark me.
I thus neglecting wordly ends, all dedicated
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being so retir'd,
O'er priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother
Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood, in its contrary as great

As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
A confidence sans bounds. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact, like one
Who having unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie,-he did believe
He was indeed the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative: Hence his ambition growing,
Dost thou hear?
Mira. 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! [me
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell
If this might be a brother.
Mira.
I should sin
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

That hour destroy us?

Wherefore did they not

Pro. Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not (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 butt, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us, To cry to the sea that foar'd to us; to sigh To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Did us but loing wrong.

Mira. Was I then to you. Pro.

Alack! what trouble

Ca cherubim

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

When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt;
Under my burthen groan'd: whie, rais'd in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.

Mira.

How came we ashore?

Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
Than other princess can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
Mira. Heavens thank you for 't! And now, I
pray you, sir,

(For still 't is beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm?

Pro.

Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Brought to this shore: and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star; whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.-Here cease more questions; Thou art inclined to sleep; 't is a good dulness, And give it way;-I know thou canst not choose. [MIRANDA sleeps. Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;

Approach, my Ariel; come.

Enter ARIEL.

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! com 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,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade hee?
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: Sometime I 'd divide
And burn in many places; on the topmast,
The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightning, e pre-

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 a 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.

Ari. Safely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vexed Bermoothes, there she's hid 'The mariners all under hatches stow'd; 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 wrack'd
And his great person perish.

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

Ari.
Past the mid season.
Pro. At least two glasses: The time 'twixt six

and now