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The Glossary has been prepared by the Rev. J. M. Jephson.
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TRINITY COLLEGE, CambrIDGE,
WILLIAM GEORGE CLARK.
WILLIAM ALDIS WRIGHT.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king? To cabin : silence! trouble us not.
Gon. Cood, 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;
MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero.
ARIEL, an airy Spirit.
presented by Spirits.
Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
Boats. Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! 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.
Boats. Work you then.
Ant. Hang, 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 off to sea again; lay her off. Enter Mariners wet.
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, we split !'-'Farewell my wife and children!'
his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast,Farewell, brother!'-'We split, we split, we gcod Fate, to his hanging: make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advant
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.
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.
Mir. Ifby 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, 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.
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
I have with such provision in mine art
Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. Bu how is it
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
Sir, are not you my father?
Mir. O the heavens ! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did? Pros.
Both, both, my girl: 61 By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,
But blessedly holp hither.
O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
Pr. My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antoniopray 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 signories 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 uncleDost thou attend me?
Mir. Sir, most heedfully. Pros. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them, who to advance and who 80 To trash for over-topping, new created
The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed
Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
Mir. O, good sir, I do. Pros.
I pray thee, mark me. I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind With that which, but by being so retired, O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother Awaked 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 bound. He being thus lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded, But what my power might else exact, like one † Who having into 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 o' the substitutin,