FOR THOMAS TEGG, CHEAPSIDE; R. JENNINGS, POULTRY; RODWELL AND MARTIN, NEW BOND STREET; N. HAILES, PICCADILLY; C. S. ARNOLD, TAVISTOCK STREET, COVENT GARDEN, LONDON: J. SUTHERLAND, EDINBURGH; AND R. GRIFFIN AND CO. GLASGOW. 1823. Caliban, a savage and deformed Slave. Trinculo, a Jester. Stephano, a drunken Butler. Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners. of Ariel, an airy Spirit. Iris, Ceres, Juno, Nymphs, Reapers, Spirits. Other Spirits attending on Prospero. SCENE, the Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an uninhabited Island. A Storm, with Thunder and Lightning. Enter a Shipmaster 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 thoa burst thy wind, if room enough! Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo, and others. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. master? Play the men. Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain? Where's the 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 care 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. 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 advantage! If he be not born to be banged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt. 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 For our case is as theirs. [them, Seb. I am out of patience. This wide-chapped rascal ;-'Would, thou might'st He'll be hanged yet; Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st 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. 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 faín die a dry death. [Exit. [Exit. [Exit. B |