Dramatis Perfonæ.

ALONSO, King of Naples

Sebaftian, his Brother.

Profpero, the rightful Duke of Milan.

Anthonio, his Brother, the ufurping Duke of Milan.
Ferdinand, Son to the King of Naples.

Gonzalo, an honest old Counsellor of Naples.

Adrian,
Francisco,

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Lords.

Caliban, a Salvage and deformed Slave.
Trinculo, a Jefter.

Stephano a drunken Butler.

Mafter of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
Miranda, Daughter to Profpero.

Ariel, an aiery Spirit.

Iris,

ITISH

Ceres,

USECT

Juno,

Spirits, employ d in the Masque.

Nymphs,

Reapers,

Other Spirits attending on Prospero.

SCENE, An uninhabited Ifland.

THE

*THE

TEMPEST.

ACT I. SCENE I.

On a Ship at Sea.

A tempeftuous noife of thunder and lightning heard: Enter a Ship-mafter, and a Boatfwain.

BOATS WAIN.

MASTER.

Boats. Here, Mafter: what cheer?

Maft. Good, fpeak to th' mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves a-ground; beftir, beftir. [Exit.

Enter Mariners.

Boats. Hey, my hearts; cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare; take in the top-fail; tend to th' master's whif tle; blow, 'till thou burft thy wind, if room enough.

Enter Alonfo, Sebaftian, Anthonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo, and others.

Alon. Good Boatswain, have care: where's the master? play the men.

* These two Plays, the Tempest and the Midsummer-night's Dream, are the nobleft Efforts of that fublime and amazing Imagination, peculiar to Shakespear, which foars above the Bounds, of Nature without forfaking Senfe; yet feems to carry Nature along with him beyond her established Limits.

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Boat.

Boat. I pray now, keep below.

Ant. Where is the mafter, boatfwa in?

Boats. Do you not hear him? you mar our labour; keep your cabins; you do affift the ftorm.

Gonz. Nay, good, be patient.

Boats. When the fea is.

Hence what care these

Roarers for the name of King? to cabin; filence; trouble us not.

Gonz. Good, yet remember whom thou haft aboard.

Boats. None, that I more love than myfelf. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to filence, and work the peace o'the present, we will not hand a rope more; ufe your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd fo long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mifchance of the hour, if it fo hap. Cheerly, good hearts: out of our way, I say.

[Exit.

Gonz. I have great comfort from this fellow; methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand faft, good fate, to his hanging; make the rope of his deftiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage: if he be not born to be hang'd, our cafe is miferable. [Exeunt. Re-enter Boatswain.

Boatf. Down with the top-maft: yare, lower, lower; bring her to try with main-courfe. A plague upon this howling!

A cry within. Re-enter Sebastian, Anthonio, and

Gonzalo.

they are louder than the weather, or our office. Yet again? what do you here? fhall we give o'er, and drown? have you a mind to fink?

Seb. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blafphemous, uncharitable dog.

Boats. Work you then.

Ant.

Ant. Hang, cur, hang; you whorefon infolent, noifemaker; we are lefs afraid to be drown'd than

thou art.

Gonz. I'll warrant him from drowning, tho' the fhip were no ftronger than a nut-fhell, and as leaky as an unftanch'd wench..

Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; fet her two courses off to fea again, lay her off.

Enter Mariners wet.

Mar. All loft! to prayers! to prayers! all loft! [Exe. Boats. What, muft our mouths be cold?

Gonz. The King and Prince at pray'rs! let us affi

'em.

For our cafe is as theirs.

Seb. I'm out of patience.

[kards.

Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by drunThis wide-chopt rafcal-Would, thou might'ft lie

drowning.

The washing of ten tides!

Gonz. He'll be hang'd yet,

Though every drop of water swear against it,

And gape at wid'ft to glut him.

A confufed noife within] Mercy on us!

We fplit, we split! Farewel, my Wife and Children! Brother, farewel! we fplit, we split, we split!

Ant. Let's all fink with the King.

Seb. Let's take leave of him.

[Exit.

Exit.

Gonz. Now would I give a thoufand furlongs of fea 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.

Changes to a Part of the Inchanted Iland near the
Cell of Profpero.

Enter Profpero and Miranda.

Mir Put the wild Waters in this roar, allay them: I

F* by your art (my dearest father) you have

The sky, it feems, would pour down ftinking pitch,
But that the Sea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O! I have fuffer'd

With thofe that I saw suffer: a brave vessel
(Who had, no doubt, some noble crcatures in her)
Dafh'd all to pieces. O the cry did knock
Against my very heart: poor fouls, they perifh'd!
Had I been any God of Pow'r, I would

Have funk the fea within the earth; or ere
It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
The fraighting fouls within her.

Pro. Be collected;

No more amazement; tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done.

Mira. O woe the day!

Pro. No harm,

I have done nothing but in care of thee,
(Of thee my dear one, thee my daughter) who
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Of whence I am; nor that I am more better
Than Profpero, mafter of a full-poor cell,
And thy no greater father.

Mira. More to know

Did never meddle with my thoughts.

If by your art, &c.] Nothing was ever better contrived to inform the Audience of the Story than this Scene: It is a Conversation that could not have happened before, and could not but happen

now.

Pro.