The Tempest.

ACT FIRST.

Scene I.

On a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise of thunder and
lightning heard.

Enter a Ship-Master 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 topsail. Tend to the
master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind,
if room enough!

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo,
and others.

Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's 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 cares these

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.

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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, 30 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.

Re-enter Boatswain.

[A cry

Boats. Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower!
Bring her to try with main-course.
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, 40

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 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.

Mariners. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?

Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them,
For our case is as theirs.

Seb.

I'm out of patience.

Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:
This wide-chapp'd rascal,-would thou mightst

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lie drowning

The washing of ten tides!

Gon.

He'll be hanged yet,

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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!'-

'Farewell, brother!'-' We split, we split, we split!']

Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
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.

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Scene II.

The island. Before Prospero's cell.

Enter Prospero and Miranda.

Mir. 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 pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd

Pros.

Mir.

Pros.

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.

Be collected:

No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
There's no harm done.

O, woe the day!

No harm.

Mir.

I have done nothing but in care of thee,
Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father.

More to know

Did never meddle with my thoughts.

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Pros.

Mir.

Pros.

Mir.

'Tis time

I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magic garment from me.-So:

[Lays down his mantle.
Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
The very virtue of compassion in thee,

I have with such provision in mine art
So safely ordered, that there is no soul,

No, not so much perdition as an hair
Betid to any creature in the vessel
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink.

Sit down;

For thou must now know farther.

You have often

Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd,
And left me to a bootless inquisition,

Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'

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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.

Certainly, sir, I can.

Pros. By what? by any other house or person?
Of any thing the image tell me, that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.

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