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, 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. 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 from 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 two 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-chapped rascal ;-'Would, thou mightst lie drowning, The washing of ten tides! Gon. He'll be hanged yet; Though every drop of water swear against it, [A confused noise within.]-Mercy on us! we [Exit. [Exit. The hour 's now come; 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. I further. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, called Antonio, 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 Without a parallel: those being all my study, O'erprized all popular rate, in my false brother But what my power might else exact,-like one, To credit his own lie,-he did believe He was indeed the duke; out of the substitution, Dost thou hear? Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he played, And him he played it for, he needs will be Mira. O, the heavens ! Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me, 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; I, not remembering how I cried out then, Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint That wrings mine eyes to 't. And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now 's upon us, without the which, this story Were most impertinent. My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not; (So dear the love my people bore me ;) nor set But felt a fever of the mad, and played And all the devils are here!" But was not this nigh shore? The mariners, say, how thou hast disposed, And all the rest o' the fleet? Thou strok'st me, and mad'st much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in 't; and teach me how Curséd be I that did so!-All the charms |