DRAMATIS PERSON Æ. ALONSO, King of Naples. SEBASTIAN, his Brother. PROSPERO, the right Duke of Milan. ANTHONIO, his Brother, the ufurping Duke of Milan. FERDINAND, Son to the King of Naples. GONZALO, an boneft old Counsellor to the King of Naples. ADRIAN, and FRANCISCO, Lords. CALIBAN, a Salvage, and deformed Slave. TRINCULO, a Fefter. STEPHANO, a drunken Butler. Mafter of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners. ** 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 Boatswain. B OATSWAIN. MASTER. Boats. Here, mafter: what cheer? Maft. Good: fpeak to th' mariners: fall to't, yarely, or we run our felves a-ground; beftir, beftir. Enter Mariners. 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, Sebaftian, Anthonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo, and others. Alon. Good boatfwain, have care: where's the mafter? play the men. Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the mafter, boatswain? A 3 Boatf Boats. Do you not hear him? you mar our labour; keep your cabins; you affist the storm. 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 love more than my self. You are a counfellor; if if you can command these elements to filence, 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 self ready in your cabin for the mischance 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 deftiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage: if he be not born to be hang'd, our cafe is miferable. [Exit. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the top-maft: yare, lower, lower; bring her to try with main-courfe. A plague upon this howlingA cry within. Enter Sebaftian, 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? Sebaf. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blafphemous, uncharitable dog. Boats. Work you then. Ant. Hang, cur, hang, you whorefon infolent noise-maker; 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. 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 lost! Boats. |