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CHISWICK:
Printed by C. Umhittingham,

COLLEGE HOUSE ;
FOR THOMAS TEGG, CHEAPSIDE ; P. JENNINGS, POULTRY;
RODWELL AND MARTIN, NEW BOND STREET; N. HAILES, PICCADILLY ;

C. S. ARNOLD, TAVISTOCK STREET, COVENT GARDEN, LONDON : J. SUTHERLAND, EDINBURGH ; AND R. GRIFFIN AND CO. GLASGOW.

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THE

PLA YS

OF

WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.

The Tempest.

DRAMATIS PERSONA. Alonso, King of Naples.

Stephano, a drunken Butler. Sebastian, kis Brother.

Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners. Prospero, the rightful Duke of Milan.

Miranda, Daughter to Prospero.
Antonio, his Brother, the usurping Dute of
Milan.

Ariel, an airy Spirit.
Ferdinand, Son to the King of Naples.

Iris, Gonzalo, an honest old Counsellor of Naples.

Juno,

Spirits.

Nymphs, Caliban, a savage and deformed Slave.

Reapers,
Trinculó, a Jesler.

Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
SCENE, the Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an uninhabited Island,

Ceres,

Francisco,} Lords.

ACT I.

Re-enter Boatswain.
SCENE I. On a Ship at Sea.

Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare ; lower,

lower ; bring her to try with main course. (A Cry A Storm, with Thunder and Lightning. within.) A plague upon this howling 1 they are louder Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain.

than the weather, or our office, Mast. BOATSWAIN,

Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. Boats. Here, master : what cheer!

Yet again! wbat do you here ! Shall we give o'er, Mast. Good : speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, and drown ? Have you a mind to sink ! or we run ourselves aground : bestir, bestir. (Exit. Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphemEnter Mariners.

ous, incharitable dag!

Boats. Work you, then. Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my Ant. Hang, car, bang! you whoreson, insolent hearts ! yare, yare : take in the topsail: tend to the noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than master's whistle.-Blow, till thoa burst thy wind, if thou art. room enough!

Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gon- ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky zalo, and others

as an unstanched wench. Alon. Good boatswain, have care.

Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold ; set her two courses ;

Where's the off to sea again, lay her off. master! Play the men. Boats. I pray, now, keep below.

Enter Mariners, wel. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ?

Mar. All lost I to prayers, to prayers ! all lost! Boats. Do you not hear him! You mar our labour !

[Exeunt, keep your cabins : you do assist the storm.

Boats. What, most our mouths be cold? Gon, Nay, good, be patient.

Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these for our case is as theirs.

(them, roarers for the name of king! To cabin: silence : Seb. I am out of patience. trouble us not.

Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drank Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

aris.Boats. None that I more love than myself. You This wide-chapped rascal ;-'Would, thou might'st are a counsellor ; if you can command these elements

lie drowning, to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will The washing of ten tides ! not hand a rope more ; use your authority. If you Gon.

He'll be hanged yet ; cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make Though every drop of water swear against it, yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the And gape at wid'st to glat him. hour, if it so hap.--Cheerly, good hearts.--Out

of our (A confused Noise within) Mercy on us !--We split, way, I say,

(Exit. We split! Farewell, my wife and children !--FareGon. I have great comfort from this fellow : me well, brother !-We split, we split, we split.thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his Ant. Let's all sink with the king. (Exit. complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, Seb. Let's take leave of him.

[Exit. to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown not born to be banged, our case

is miserable. furze, any thing; the wills above be done! but I (Eseunt. would fain die a dry death.

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