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Boats. Heigh, my hearts cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: take in the top-sail; 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.
Beats. 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.
Gen. Nay, good, be patient.
Boats. When the sea is. Hence!-What care these rearers for the name of king? To cabin: silenee : trouble us not.
Gen. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Beats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace o' 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.
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.
in.] 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, blasphem ous, incharitable dog!
Boats. Work you, then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker! we are less afraid to be drown'd 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 unstaunch'd 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. [Exeunt.
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist them,
For our case is as theirs.
Sch. I am out of patience.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunk. ards.
This wide-chapped rascal :-'Would, thou might'st lie drowning, The washing of ten tides! Gon. He'll be hanged yet ; Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glut him. [A confused noise within.] Mercy on us !—We split, we split !-Farewell, my wife and children!--Fare well, brother!-We split, we split, we split !—
Ant. Let's all sink with the king. Seb. Let's take leave of him. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea 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.
[Exeunt. SCENE II. The island: before the cell of Prospero. Enter Prospero and Miranda.
Boats. Down with the topmast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main-course. [A cry with
Mir. 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,
More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
[Lays down his mantle. Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely order'd, that there is no soul-
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence: But blessedly holp hither.
O, my heart bleeds
Without a parallel; those being all my study,
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit I pray thee, mark me.
O good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate To closeness, and the bettering of my mind With that, which but by being so retir'd, O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust, Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood, in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
To credit his own lie,-he did believe
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
(So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples,
O the heavens!
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me,
Now the condition.
The gates of Milan and, i' the dead of darkness,
Alack, for pity!
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not; (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm?
Know thus far forth.-
A most auspicious star; whose influence
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Not a hair perish'd
Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, And all the rest o' the fleet?
Safely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep rook, where onse Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-ve'd Bermoothes, there she's hid ; The mariners all under hatches stow'd; Whom, with a charm join to their suffer'd labour, I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet, Which I dispers'd, they all have met again; And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
O, was she so? I must,
Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did,
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,
And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave,
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
A dozen years; within which space she died,
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans,
A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with
Yes; Caliban her son.
Pro. Duli thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment,
Come forth, thou tortoise! when ?
Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd
Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax iny mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me would'st
Water with berries in't; and teach me how
Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me