CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave. TRINCULO, a Jester.

JUNO,

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Spirits.

ACT I.

SCENE 1. On a Ship at Sea.

A Storm, with Thunder and Lightning. Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain. Mast. Boatswain,Boats. Here, master: what cheer? Mast. 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 top-sail; 1. Tend to the master's whistle. Blow till thon burst thy wind, if room enough!

Enter Alonzo, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo, and others. Where's

Alon. Good boatswain, have care. the master? Play the men.

Boats. I pray now, keep below.

Ant. Where is the master, boatswain?

Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour; keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.

Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care hese 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. [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 advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt.

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, any thing: The wills above be donel but I would fain die a dry death. (Exit

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 But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,

pitch,

Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd

With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creatures 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 e'er
It should the good ship so have swallowed, and
The freighting sou souls within her.

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

Mira.

O, wo the day 1

Betid to any creature in the vessel

I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being so retir'd,
O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
Awak'd an evil nature and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him

Sit down;

As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,

For thou must now know further. Mira.

A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,

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 any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira.

"Tis 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?

Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: But

how is it,

That this lives in thy mind? What seest 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 may'st.

Mira.

But that I do not.

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 hear?

Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. ro. 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 roy

To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, further.

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd AntonioI pray thee, mark me, that a brother should Be so perfidious he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I loved, 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 the liberal arts, Without a parallei; 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

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,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open

The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.