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SCENE I-On a ship at sea. A storm, with thunder and lightning. Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain.
Boats. Here, master: what cheer?
Mast. Good: speak to the mariners fall to't yarely1, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit.
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, Ferdinand, 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.
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 present1, 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. [Exeunt.
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.
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.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
(1) Present instant.
Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstaunched1 wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off.
Enter Mariners, wet.
Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?
Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist them,
For our case is as theirs.
Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We are merely2 cheated of our lives by drunkards.
This wide-chapped rascal;-'Would, thou might'st
The washing of ten tides !
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 fain die a dry death. [Exit.
SCENE II. The island: before the cell of Prospero. Enter Prospero and Miranda. Mir. 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,
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'erl
It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
O, wo the day!
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Pro. 'Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; [Lays down his mantle. Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink.
For thou must now know further.
You have often
Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd
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 Out! three years old.
Certainly, sir, I can.
Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how is it,
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm2 of time?
If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.
Pro. Twelve years since,
But that I do not.
Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
A princess;-no worse issued.
O, the heavens!
What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did?
Both, both, my girl:
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither.