ALONSO, King of Naples. SEBASTIAN, his Brother.

PROSPERO, the rightful Duke of Milan.
ANTONIO, his Brother, the usurping Duke of
Milan.

FERDINAND, Son to the King of Naples.

GONZALO, the honest old Counsellor of Naples.

ADRIAN,

FRANCISCO,

Lords.

CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave. TRINCULO, a Jester.

Reapers,

Spirits.

Where's

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO, and Others. Alon. Good Boatswain, have care. the Master? Play the men. Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the Master, Boson? 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. [aboard. Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast 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 liv'd 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 hang'd, our case is miserable. [Exeunt.

Enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the top-mast: yare; lower, lower. Bring her to: try wi' th' main-course. [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.

This wide-chapp'd rascai,-would thou might'st
lie drowning,
The washing of ten tides!
Gon.
Though every drop of water swear against it,
He'll be hang'd yet,
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 wi' th' King.

Seb. Let's take leave of him.

[Exit.

Exit.

sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of 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.

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 th' welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O! I have suffered

Were most impertinent.
Mira.

That hour destroy us?
Pro.

Wherefore did they not

Well demanded, wench:

My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not;

(So dear the love my people bore me,) nor set
À mark so bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepared
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
-Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively have quit it. There they hoist us,
To cry to th' sea that roar'd to us, to sigh
To th' winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.

Mira.

Was I then to you! Pro.

Alack! what trouble [smile, Thou didst

O! a cherubin Thou wast, that did preserve me. Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt, Under my burthen groan'd; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up Against what should ensue.

Mira.

How came we ashore?
Pro. By Providence divine.
Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity, (who being then appointed
Master of this design) did give us, with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much. So, of his
gentleness,

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
From mine own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
Mira.

But ever see that man!

Pro.

Would I might

Now I arise:[Puts on his robe. Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island we arriv'd; and here Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Than other princes can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful, Mira. Heavens thank you for 't! And now, I pray you, sir,

(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm?

Pro. Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune (Now my dear lady) hath mine enemies Brought to this shore; and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions. Thou art inclin'd to sleep: 'tis a good dulness, And give it way:-I know thou canst not choose.[MIRANDA Sleeps. Come away, servant, come! I am ready now: Approach, my Ariel: come!

Enter ARIEL.

To answer thy best pleasure; be 't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

Pro.

On the curl'd clouds: to thy strong bidding task
Ariel, and all his quality.
Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
Ari. To every article.

I boarded the King's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement. Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places: on the topmast,
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the
precursors

O' th' dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-outrunning were not: the fire, and cracks

Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,

Yea, his dread trident shake.
Pro.

Who was so firm, so constant,
Would not infect his reason?
Ari.

My brave spirit! that this coil

Not a soul

Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid;

The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep and for the rest o' th' fleet
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again,
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples,

Supposing that they saw the King's ship wrack'd,
And his great person perish.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work. What is the time o' th' day? Ari. Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now

Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give
me pains,

Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.
Pro.

How now! moody?

Ari.

My liberty.