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ACT I. SCENE I.
On a Ship at Sea.
A tempestuous noife of thunder and lightning beard: Enter a Ship-mafter, and a Boatswain.
Boats. Here, mafter: what cheer?
Maft. Good: fpeak to th' mariners: fall to't, yarely, or we run our selves a-ground; beftir, beftir.
Boats. Hey, my hearts; cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare; take in the top-fail; tend to th' master's whistle;-blow 'till thou burft thy wind, if room enough.
Enter Alonfo, Sebaftian, Anthonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo, and others.
Alon. Good boatfwain, have care: where's the mafter? play
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Ant. Where is the mafter, boatswain?
Boats. Do you not hear him? you mar our labour; keep your cabins; you assist the storm.
Gonz. Nay, good, be patient.
Boats. When the fea is. Hence. What care these roarers for the name of king? to cabin; filence; trouble us not.
Gonz. Good: yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
Boats. None that I love more than my self. You are a counfellor; if you can command these elements to filence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd fo long, and make your self ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts: out of our way, I say. [Exit.
Gonz. 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 hang'd, our cafe is miserable. [Exit.
Boats. Down with the top-maft: yare, lower, lower; bring her to try with main-course. A plague upon this howlingA cry within. within. Enter Sebastian, Anthonio and Gonzalo. they are louder than the weather, or our office. Yet again? what do you here? fhall we give o'er, and drown? have you a mind to fink?
Sebaf. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blafphemous, uncharitable dog. Boats. Work
Ant. Hang, cur, hang, you whorefon infolent noise-maker; we are lefs afraid to be drown'd than thou art.
Gonz. I'll warrant him for drowning, though the ship were no ftronger than a nut-fhell, and as leaky as an unftanch'd wench. Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; fet her two courses off to fea again; lay her off.
Enter Mariners wet.
Mar. All loft! to prayers, to prayers! all loft!
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?
Gonz. The king and prince at pray'rs ? let us assist 'em. For our cafe is as theirs.
Seb. I'm out of patience.
Ant. We're meerly cheated of our lives by drunkards.
Gonz. He'll be hang'd yet,
Though every drop of water fwear against it,
Seb. Mercy on us!
[A confufed noife within.
Seb. Let's take leave of him.
The Inchanted Island.
Enter Profpero and Miranda.
Mira. F by your art, my dearest father, you
Gonz. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground: ling, heath, broom, furze, any thing; — the wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death.~ [Exit.
With those that I faw fuffer: a brave veffel
Have funk the fea within the earth or ere
It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
The fraighted fouls within her.
Pro. Be collected;
No more amazement; tell your piteous heart,
Mira. O wo the day!
Pro. No harm.
I have done nothing but in care of thee
(Of thee my dear one, thee my daughter) who
Mira. More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
[Lays down his mantle.
I have with fuch provifion in mine art
So fafely order'd, that there's no foul loft;
No not so much perdition as an hair
Betid to any creature in the vessel
Which thou heard'ft cry, which thou faw'ft fink: fit down,
For thou must now know farther.
Mira. You have often
Begun to tell me what I am, but stopt,
Pro. 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 canft, for then thou waft not
Mira. Certainly, fir, I can.
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person?
Mira 'Tis far off;
And rather like a dream, than an affurance my
That remembrance warrants. Had I not
Four or five women once that tended me?
Pro. Thou hadft, and more, Miranda: but how is it
That this lives in thy mind? what feeft thou elfe
In the dark back-ward and abyfme of time?
If thou remember'ft ought ere thou cam'st here,
Mira. But that I do not.
Pro. 'Tis twelve years fince, Miranda; twelve years fince Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
A prince of pow'r.
Mira. Sir, are not you my father?
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She said thou waft my daughter; and thy father
A princess, no worse iffu'd.
Mira. O the heav'ns!
What foul play had we that we came from thence?
Pro. Both, both, my girl:
By foul play (as thou fay'ft) were we heav'd thence,
Mira. My heart bleeds
To think o'th' teene that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance. Please you, farther. Pro. My brother and thy uncle, call'd Anthonio· thee mark me, (that a brother should