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ALONSO, King of Naples.

STEPHANO, a drunken Butler. SEBASTIAN, his Brother.

Master of a Ship, Boatswain, Mariners.
PROSPERO, the right Duke of Milan.

MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero.
ANTONIO, his Brother, the usurping Duke of ARIEL, an airy Spirit.

FERDINAND, Son to the King of Naples. CERES,
GONZALO, an honest old Counsellor.

JUNO, presented by Spirits.


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

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



of the present, we will not hand a rope more; SCENE I.—On a Ship at Sea. A tempestuous use your authority: if you cannot, give thanks

noise of thunder and lightning heard. you have lived so long, and make yourself ready Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain severaily. in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if Mast. Boatswain!

it so hap.-Cheerly, good heartsl-Out of our Boats. Here, master: what cheer?

way, I say.

[Exit. Mast. Good, speak to the mariners: fall to’t methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him;

Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, bestir.


good Fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his Enter Mariners.

destiny our cable, for our own doth little adBoats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my vantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our heartsl yare, yarel Take in the topsail. Tend case is miserable.

[Exeunt. to the master's whistle.—Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!

Re-enter Boatswain.

Boats. Down with the topmast. yare! lower, Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDI- lower! Bring her to try with main-course. [A NAND, GONZALO, and others.

cry within.) A plague upon this howling! they Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's

are louder than the weather, or our office. — 42 the master? Play the men. Boats. I pray now, keep below.

Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Ant. Where is the master, boson?

Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink? labouz: keep your cabins: you do assist the Seb. A pox o'your throat, you bawling, blasHorm.

16 phemous, incharitable dog! Gon. Nay, good, be patient.

Boats. Work you, then. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What cares Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insothese roarers for the name of king? To cabin: lent noisemaker, we are less afraid to be silencel trouble us not.

20 drowned than thou art. Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though aboard.

22 | the ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and Boats. None that I more love than myself. | as leaky as an unstanched wench. You are a counsellor: if you can command Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-holdi Set her two these elements to silence, and work the peace courses; off to sea again; lay her off.





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Enter Mariners, wet.


More to know Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all Did never meddle with my thoughts. lost! [Exeunt. Pro.

'Tis time Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? 58 I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us And pluck my magic garment from me.-So: 24 assist them,

[Lays down his mantle. For our case is as theirs.

Lie there, my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have Seb.

I am out of patience. 60 comfort. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by The direful spectacle of the wrack, which touch'd drunkards.-

The very virtue of compassion in thee, This wide-chapp'd rascal,-would thou might'st I have with such provision in mine art lie drowning,

So safely order'd, that there is no soulThe washing of ten tides! .

No, not so much perdition as an hair, Gon.

He'll be hang'd yet, Betid to any creature in the vessel Though every drop of water swear against it, 64 Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st And gape at wid'st to glut him.

sink. Sit down;

32 [A confused noise within,“Mercy on usi'- For thou must now know further. 'We split, we split'—Farewell, my wife and Mira.

You have often children!'

Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd, 'Farewell, brother!'—We split, we split, we and left me to a bootless inquisition, split!'-]

67 Concluding, ' Stay; not yet.' Ant. Let's all sink wi' the king. [Exit.

The hour's now come,

36 Seb. Let's take leave of him.

[Exit. The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, A time before we came unto this cell? brown furze, any thing. The wills above be I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast donel but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit. not

40 Out three years old. SCENE II.The Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO.


Certainly, sir, I can.

Pro. By what? by any other house or person? Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.

Of anything the image tell me, that Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you Hath kept with thy remembrance. have


'Tis far off; 44 Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. And rather like a dream than an assurance The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking That my remembrance warrants. Had I not pitch,

3 Four or five women once that tended me? But that the sea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek, Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But Dashes the fire out. 01 I have suffer'd

how is it

With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
Who had, no doubt, some noble creatures in her, In the dark backward and abysm of time?
Dash'd all to pieces. Ol the cry did knock 8 If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam’st here,
Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish’d. How thou cam’st here, thou may’st.
Had I been any god of power, I would

But that I do not.

52 Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er Pro. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve

year It should the good ship so have swallow'd and since, The fraughting souls within her.

Thy father was the Duke of Milan and Pro.

Be collected: A prince of power. No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart Mira.

Sir, are not you my father? There's no harm done.

Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Mira. O, woe the day!

She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father Pro.

No harm. Was Duke of Milan, and his only heir 58 I have done nothing but in care of thee, - 16 A princess, –

-no worse issued. Of thee, my dear onel thee, my daughter!—who Mira.

O, the heavens! Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing What foul play had we that we came from Of whence I am: nor that I am more better


60 Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, 20 Or blessed was't we did? And thy no greater father.


Both, both, my girl:






tell me




By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
But blessedly holp hither.

Absolute Milan. Me, poor man,—my library Mira.

Ol my heart bleeds Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalTo think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, ties Which is from my remembrance. Please you, He thinks me now incapable; confederates,further.

65 So dry he was for sway, -wi' the king of Naples Pro. My brother and thy uncle, call’d An. To give him annual tribute, do him homage; tonio,

Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend I pray thee, mark me,—that a brother should The dukedom, yet unbow'd, -alas, poor Milan!Be so perfidiousl-he whom next thyself, 68 To most ignoble ooping Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put


O the heavens!

116 The manage of my state; as at that time, Pro. Mark his condition and the event; then Through all the signiories it was the first, And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed If this might be a brother. In dignity, and for the liberal arts,


I should sin
Without a parallel: those being all my study, To think but nobly of my grandmother:
The government I cast upon my brother, Good wombs have borne bad sons.
And to my state grew stranger, being trans- Pro.

Now the condition. ported

70 This King of Naples, being an enemy And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle- To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Dost thou attend me?

Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises Mira.

Sir, most heedfully. Of homage and I know not how much tribute, Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Should presently extirpate me and mine 125 How to deny them, who t’advance, and who 80 Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan, To trash for over-topping; new created With all the honours on my brother: whereon, The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'a A treacherous army levied, one midnight

Fated to the purpose did Antonio open Or else new form’d 'em: having both the key The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state 84 The ministers for the purpose hurried thence To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was Me and thy crying self. The ivy which had bid my princely trunk,


Alack, for pity! And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou at. I, not rememb’ring how I cried out then, tend'st not.

Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint,
Mira. O, good sirl I do.

That wrings mine eyes to 't.
I pray thee, mark me. 88 Pro.

Hear a little further, I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated And then I'll bring thee to the present business To closeness and the bettering of my mind Which now's upon us; without the which this With that, which, but by being so retir'd,

story O'erpriz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Were most impertinent. Awak'd an evil nature; and my trust,


Wherefore did they not Like a good parent, did beget of him

That hour destroy us? A falsehood in its contrary as great


Well demanded, wench: As my trust was; which had, indeed no limit, My tale provokes that question. Dear, they A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,

durst not, Not only with what my revenue yielded, So dear the love my people bore me, nor set But what my power might else exact,- like one, A mark so bloody on the business; but Who having, into truth, by telling of it, 100 With colours fairer painted their foul ends. Made such a sinner of his memory,

In few, they hurried us aboard a bark, To credit his own lie,-he did believe

Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution, A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, And executing th' outward face of royalty, 104 Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats With all prerogative:—Hence his ambition Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us, growing,

To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh 149 Dost thou hear?

To the winds whose pity, sighing back again, Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Did us but loving wrong. Pro. To have no screen between this part he Mira.

Alack! what trouble play'd

Was I then to you!







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