I crai ALONSO, King of Naples. SEBASTIAN, his Brother. THE TEMPEST DRAMATIS PERSONE. PROSPERO, the right Duke of Milan. STEPHANO, a drunken Butler. MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero. ANTONIO, his Brother, the usurping Duke of ARIEL, an airy Spirit. Milan. FERDINAND, Son to the King of Naples. GONZALO, an honest old Counsellor. ADRIAN, Lords. FRANCISCO, CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave. TRINCULO, a Jester. IRIS, Other Spirits attending on Prospero. SCENE. The Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an Island. ACT I. SCENE I. On a Ship at Sea. A tempestuous Boats. Here, master: what cheer? 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! 9 of the present, we will not hand a rope more; 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, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little ad- 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 are louder than the weather, or our office. - 42 Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men. 12 Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, boson? Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the 16 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. 20 Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard. 22 Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor: if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace He'll be hang'd yet, The direful spectacle of the wrack, which touch'd 28 sink. Sit down; 32 For thou must now know further. Mira. 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. [A confused noise within, -'Mercy on us!' 'We split, we split!' - ' Farewell, my wife and children!' pitch, But that the sea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O! I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er II You have often Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd, And left me to a bootless inquisition, Concluding, 'Stay; not yet.' Pro. The hour's now come, 36 The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Out three years old. Mira. 40 Certainly, sir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other house or person? Of anything the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mira. '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 Pro. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, Thy father was the Duke of Milan and 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. O, the heavens! 58 What foul play had we that we came from thence? 60 20 Pro. Now the condition. This King of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises Of homage and I know not how much tribute, Should presently extirpate me and mine Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan, With all the honours on my brother: whereon, A treacherous army levied, one midnight Fated to the purpose did Antonio open The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me and thy crying self. 120 125 128 132 Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which this 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, 91 story 137 Were most impertinent. Mira. Wherefore did they not Like a good parent, did beget of him That hour destroy us? A falsehood in its contrary as great 95 Pro. As my trust was; which had, indeed no limit, A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, 100 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? Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd Well demanded, wench: 144 So dear the love my people bore me, nor set Was I then to you! Alack! what trouble |