Some Food we had, and fome fresh Water, that Out of his Charity (who being then appointed Rich Garments, Linnens, Stuffs, and Neceffaries From mine own Library, with Volumes, that Mir. Would I might But ever fee that Man. Pro. Now I arife, Sit ftill, and hear the laft of our Sea-forrow. Have I, thy School-mafter, made thee more profit For vainer Hours, and Tutors, not so careful. Mira. Heav'ns thank you for't, And now I pray you, Sir, (For ftill 'tis beating in my Mind) your Reason For raifing this Sea-ftorm? Pro. Know thus far forth, By Accident moft ftrange, bountiful Fortune Enter Ariel. Ari. All hail, great Mafter, grave Sir, hail! I come To answer thy beft Pleasure. Be it to fly; To fwim, to dive into the Fire; to ride On the curl'd Clouds: To thy ftrong bidding, task Pro. Haft, thou, Spirit, Perform'd to point the Tempest that I bad thee? I boarded the King's Ship: Now on the Beak, And Sight out-running were not; the Fire and Cracks Pro. My brave Spirit. Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this Coyl Ari. Not a Soul But felt a Feaver of the mad, and plaid Some Tricks of Defperation: All but Mariners All the Devils are here. Pro. Why that's my Spirit: But was not this nigh Shore? On their fuftaining Garments not a Blemish, Pro. Of the King's Ship, The Mariners, fay how thou haft difpos'd, Ari. Safely in Harbour, Is the King's Ship; in the deep Nook, where once The Lonfo, King of Naples. Profpero, the right Duke of Millan. Anthonio, his Brother, the ufurping Duke of Millan. Ferdinand, Son to the King of Naples. Gonzalo, an honeft old Counsellor. Adrian, and Francifco, Lords. Caliban, a Salvage, and deformed Slave. Trinculo, a Fefter. Stephano, a drunken Butler. Mafter of a Ship, Boat-Swain, and Marriners. ТНЕ TEMPEST. ACT I SCENE I. A tempestuous Noife of Thunder and Lightning heard: Enter a Ship-mafter, and a Boatswain. B MASTER. Oatfwain. Boat. Here Mafter: What cheer? Maft. Good, fpeak to th' Mariners: Fall too't, yarely, or we run our selves a-ground, beftir, beftir. Enter Mariners. [Exit Boats. Hey my Hearts, cheerly my Hearts; yare, yare; take in the Top-fail; tend to th' Mafter's Whistle; Blow 'till thou burft thy Wind, if room enough. Enter Alonfo, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinand, Alon. Good Boatswain have care: Where's the Mafter? Play the Men. Boats. I pray now keep below. Ant. Where is the Mafter, Bofon? VOL. I. B 2 Boat Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our Labour; Keep your Cabins; you do affift the Storm. Gonz. Nay, good be patient. Boats. When the Sea is; hence. What care thefe 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 my felf. You are a Counsellor; if you can command these Elements to Silence, and work the Peace of the prefent, we will not hand a Rope more; ufe your Authority: If you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd fo long, and make your felf ready in your Cabin for the Mifchance of the Hour, if it fo hap. Cheerly_good Hearts: Out of our way, I fay. [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 Destiny our Cable, for our own doth little Advantage: If he be not born to be hang'd, our Cafe is miferable. [Exit. Enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the Top-Maft: Yare, lower, lower; bring her to try with Main-course. A Plague A cry within. Enter Sebastian, Anthonio and Gonzalo. upon this Howling: They are louder than the Weather, or our Office. Yet again? What do you here? Shall we give o'er and drown? Have you a Mind to fink? Sebaf. A pox o' your Throat, you bawling, blafphemous, uncharitable Dog. Beats. Work you then. Ant. Hang Cur, hang, you Whorefon infolent Noifemaker; we are lefs afraid to be drown'd than thou art. Gonz. I'll warrant him for drowning, though the Ship were no ftronger than a Nut-fhell, and as leaky as an unftanch'd Wench. Boatf. Lay her a hold, a hold; fet her two Courses off to Sea again, lay her off. Enter Mariners wet. Mar. All loft, to Prayers, to Prayers, all loft. Gon. The King and Prince are at Prayers, let's affift them, for our Cafe is s theirs. Sebas. |