duces upon others, who, never having beheld anything resembling her, approach her as "a wonder," as something celestial :—

Most sure, the goddess on whom these airs attend!

'I suppose there is nothing of the kind in poetry equal to the scene between Ferdinand and Miranda. In Ferdinand, who is a noble creature, we have all the chivalrous magnanimity with which man, in a high state of civilization, disguises his real superiority, and does humble homage to the being of whose destiny he disposes; while Miranda, the mere child of nature, is struck with wonder at her own new emotions. Only conscious of her own weakness as a woman, and ignorant of those usages of society which teach us to dissemble the real passion, and assume (and sometimes abuse) an unreal and transient power, she is equally ready to place her life, her love, her service beneath his feet.'

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

ALONSO, King of Naples.

SEBASTIAN, his brother.

PROSPERO, the rightful Duke of Milan.

ANTONIO, the usurping Duke of Milan, brother to PROSPERO.

FERDINAND, Son to the King of Naples.

GONZALO, an honest old counsellor of Naples.

ADRIAN, } Lords.

FRANCISCO,

CALIBAN, a savage and deformed slave.

TRINCULO, a jester.

STEPHANO, a drunken butler.

Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.

SCENE,-On board a SHIP at SEA: afterwards on

an ISLAND.

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THE TEMPEST.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-On a Ship at Sea. A Storm, with Thunder and Lightning.

Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain.

Master.

Boats. Here, master: what cheer? Master. Good, speak to the mariners fall to 't yarely, or we run

ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.

Enter Mariners.

[Exit.

Boats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare: take in the topsail ! Tend to the master's whistle.-Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!

Enter ALONSO, SEPASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND,
GONZALO, and others.

Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.

Boats. I pray now, keep below.

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Ant. Where is the master, boatswain?

Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labor: 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.

Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

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 thank you have lived so long, and make yourselt 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 hanged, [Exeunt.

our case is miserable.

Re-enter Boatswain.

Boats. Down with the topmast; yare; lower, lower! bring her to try with th' maincourse. [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.