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Alonso, king of Naples.
Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Muriner's.
Miranda, daughter to Prospero.
Other spirits attending on Prospero.
SCENE I. On a Ship at Sca.
A Storm with Thunder and Lightning.
Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain.
Master. 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. I Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts ; yare, yare: Take in the top-sail ; Tend to the . master's whistle. --Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDI
NAND, 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 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 hanged, our case is miserable.
Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower ; bring her to try with main course. [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office
2 Present instant.
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, uncharitable dog!
Boats. Work you, then. I
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, 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,
[Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist
Seb. I am out of patience.
drunkards.This wide-chapped rascal ;--'Would, thou might'st lie
drowning, The washing of ten tides ! Gon.
He'll be hanged yet; Though every drop of water swear against it,
3 Incontinent. 4 Absolutely,
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.
[Erit. Seb. Let's take leave of him.
[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.
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, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw,suffer! a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creatures 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 e'er 5 . It should the good ship so have swallowed, and The freighting souls within her. Pro,