PLAYS OF WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. Complete in Dne Volume. ACCURATELY PRINTED FROM THE TEXT OF ISAAC REED, ESQ. BOSTON: PUBLISHED BY CHARLES WILLIAMS; AND BY JOSEPH DELAPLAINE, PHILADELPHIA. Joseph T. Buckingham, Printer. 1813. Gon. Nay, good, be patient. Boats. When the sea is. Hence!--What care these roarers 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. [Exit. me 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, blasphemous, 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. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? them, For our case is as theirs. Seb. I am out of patience. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunk- This wide-chapped rascal :-'Would, thou might'st 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, Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. [Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow : thinks, 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. SCENE II. The island: before the cell of Prospero. 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. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the topmast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main-course. [A cry with Enter Prospero and Miranda. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er Pro. Be collected; No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, 'There's no harm done. [Lays down his mantle. Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd So safely order'd, that there is no soul No, not so much perdition as an hair, Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit And rather like a dream, than an assurance Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: But how is it, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else 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. Mir. Sir, are not you my father? Pre. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, further. I pray thee, mark me,--that a brother should Without a parallel; those being all my study, Mir. O good sir, I do. Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, To credit his own lie,-he did believe Mir. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan: Me, poor man!-my library Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable: confederates (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Subject bis coronet to his crown, and bend The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan !) To most ignoble stooping. Mir. O the heavens! Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me, Mir. Pro. Now the condition. The gates of Milan and, i' the dead of darkness, Mir. 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 Pro. Alack! what trouble O! a cherubim Pre. 'Would I might Now I arise Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason Pro. Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, A most auspicious star; whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Enter Ariel. 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 Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Pro. Ari. Not a soul Pro. Why, that's my spirit! But was not this nigh shore? Ari. Close by, my master. Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Not a hair perish'd Pro. Of the king's ship, Ari. Safely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer labour, Mir. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray Which I dispers'd, they all have met again.; you, sir, And are upon the Mediterrancan Note, |