ALONSO, King of Naples. STEPHANO, a drunken Butler. SEBASTIAN, his Brother. PROSPERO, the right Duke of Milan. Master of a Ship, Boatswain, Mariners. ANTONIO, his Brother, the usurping Duke of ARIEL, an airy Spirit. Milan. CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave. TRINCULO, a Jester. IRIS, Other Spirits attending on Prospero. SCENE.-The Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an Island. 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: his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; good Fate, 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. Enter Mariners, wet. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? 58 Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist them, For our case is as theirs. Seb. This wide-chapp'd rascal,―would thou might'st lie drowning, The washing of ten tides! [A confused noise within,-'Mercy on us!'We split, we split!'-' Farewell, my wife and children!' Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd, And left me to a bootless inquisition, 67 Concluding,‘Stay; not yet.' [Exit. Pro. 'Farewell, brother!'-'We split, we split, we split!'-] Ant. Let's all sink wi' the king. [Exit. 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. [Exit. SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Mira. 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, 3 8 But that the sea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek, Pro. II Be collected: No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart There's no harm done. 36 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 40 Out three years old. | Hath kept with thy remembrance. 'Tis far off; 44 And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants. Had I not Four or five women once that tended me? Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it 48 Thy father was the Duke of Milan and 52 Mira. Sir, are not you my father? Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father Was Duke of Milan, and his only heir A princess,-no worse issued. Mira. 58 O, the heavens! What foul play had we that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did? Pro. 60 Both, both, my girl: 68 71 I pray thee, mark me,—that a brother should Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them, who t'advance, and who 80 To trash for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd 'em, Or else new form'd 'em: having both the key 91 95 Mira. O, good sir! I do. Pro. I pray thee, mark me. 88 I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind With that, which, but by being so retir'd, O'erpriz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Awak'd 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 substitution, And executing th' outward face of royalty, 104 With all prerogative:-Hence his ambition growing, Dost thou hear? 100 Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd 108 And him he play'd it for, he needs will be He thinks me now incapable; confederates,— To think but nobly of my grandmother: 116 125 Now the condition. 120 Mira. Pro. 128 132 Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which this story Were most impertinent. Mira. That hour destroy us? Pro. 137 Wherefore did they not Well demanded, wench: My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not, 140 144 So dear the love my people bore me, nor set Alack! what trouble |