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But when I came unto my bed,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain.
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
And we'll strive to please you every day.
ALONSO, King of Naples.
PROSPERO, the rightful Duke of
MASTER of a SHIP, BOATSWAIN,
ANTONIO, his brother, the usurping | MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero.
Duke of Milan.
FERDINAND, son to the King of
GONZALO, an honest old Counsellor
ARIEL, an airy Spirit.
of Naples. ADRIAN, FRANCISCO,
CALIBAN, a savage and deformed REAPERS,
OTHER SPIRITS attending on PROS
TRINCULO, a Jester.
STEPHANO, a drunken Butler.
SCENE.-The Sea, with a ship; afterwards, an uninhabited Island.
'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 yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.
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!
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.
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. [Exeunt.
Boats. Down with the topmast; 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.
Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstañched+ 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 merely‡ cheated of our lives by drunkards.This wide-chapp'd rascal;-'Would, thou mightst lie drowning, The washing of ten tides!
Gon. He'll be hanged yet;
Though every drop of water swear against it,
[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.
Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, anything: The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.
SCENE II.-The Island: before the cell of PROSPERO.
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.
Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Pro. Be collected;
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
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
Mira. More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
[Lays down his mantle.
Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;
Mira. You have often
Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd,
Pro. The hour's now come;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not
Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can.
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person?
Mira. "Tis far off;
And rather like a dream than an assurance
Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: But how is it,
If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here,
Mira. But that I do not.
Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since, Thy father was the duke of Milan, and A prince of power.
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
A princess; no worse issued.
Mira. O, the heavens !
What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
Pro. Both, both, my girl:
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence;
Mira. O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen‡ that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, further
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,-