SCENE I. On a Ship at Sea. tomps Noife of Thunder and Lightning heard. Enter a Ship-mafier and a Boatswain. BOATSWAIN! your cabin for the mifchance of the hour, if it Gon. 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 [Exit. he be not born to be hang'd, our cafe is miferable. Beatf. Here, mafter: What cheer? M. Good: Speak to the mariners-fall to't prey, or we run ourselves aground: beftir, beftir. Enter Mariners. Re-enter Boatswain. [Exeunt. Bar Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, thearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-fail; Boatf. Down with the top-maft; yare, lower, end to the mafter's whittle;-Blow, till thou lower; bring her to try with main-courfe. [À but thy wind, if room enough! cry within.] A plague upon this howling I Ear A, Sebastian, Anthonio, they are louder than the weather, or our office. Galo, and others. Re-enter Sebaflian, Anthonio, and Genzalo. Where's Yet again? What do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to fink? A Good boatswain, have care. Le mater? Play the men. I pray now, keep below. 4. Where's the mafter, boatswain ? Ferdinand, 3. Do you not hear him? You mar our Keep your cabins: you do affift the storm. G. Nav, good, be patient. Pay When the fea is. Hence! What care tre rarers for the name of king? To cabin: e: trouble us not. Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blafphemous, uncharitable dog! Boatf. Work you then. Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whorefon, infolent noifemaker! we are lefs afraid to be drown'd, than thou art. Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the thip were no ftronger than a nut-fhell, and as leaky as an unstanch'd 3 wench. Enter Mariners wet. Go Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. B None that I more love than myfelf. Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; fet her two are a counsellor; if you can command these courses; off to fea again, lay her off. me to filence, and work the peace of the per, we will not handle a rope more; we harity. If you cannot, give thanks you rd fo long, and make yourself ready in Mar. All loft to prayers, to prayers! all loft! [Exeunt. Boat. What, muft our mouths be cold? 1 Readily, nimbly. Of the prefent inftant, the poet probably means. B 3 Incontinent. Gon. Gor. The king and prince at prayers! let us No, not fo much perdition as an hair, atlift them, For our cafe is as theirs. Seb. I am out of patience. Betid to any creature in the veffel Which thou heard'it cry, which thou faw'ft fink. Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by For thou must now know further. Mira. You have often This wide-chopp'd rascal ;-Would, thou might'ft Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd, Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: It should the good fhip fo have fwailow'd, and Pro. Be collected; No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, There's no harm done. Mira. O, woe the day! Pro. No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, And left me to a bootlefs inquifition; Pro. The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; I do not think, thou canft; for then thou wast not Mira. Certainly, fir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other houfe, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mira. 'Tis far off; (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my dear daughter !) To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, who Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Of whence I am; nor that I am more better Mira. More to know, Did never meddle with my thoughts. Pro. 'Tis time, Ifhould inform thee further. Lend thy hand, comfort. The direful fpectacle of the wreck, which touch'd So fafely ordered, that there is no foul Which is from my remembrance! Please you further. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd An thonio, Iray thee mark me, that a brother should Mira. Sir, moft heedfully. I Abfolutely. 2 Swallow. 3 Perhaps it fhould be ling, heath, &o. 4 Before. i. c. a very poor cell. Mingle. 7 Quite. 8 Sorrow, grief, trouble. Pro. Pra Being once perfected how to grant fuits, Pra. I pray thee, mark me. I this neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated That wrings mine eyes to 't. Pro. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the prefent bufinefs Mira. Wherefore did they not Pro. Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that queftion. Dear, they durft not; Mira. Alack! what trouble As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, He was, indeed, the duke; out of the substitution, Mra. Your tale, fir, would cure deafness. Mira. I fhould fin To think 3 but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have born bad fons. Fr. Now the condition. The king of Naples, being an enemy Mr. Alack, for pity! hak remembring how I cried out then, ay it o'er again; it is a hint 4, Pro. O a cherubim Thou waft, that did preferve me! Thou didst smile, When I have 5 deck'd the fea with drops full falt; Mira. How came we afhore? Some food we had, and fome fresh water, that Out of his charity, who being then.appointed Mira. Would I might But ever fee that man! Pro. Now, I arife: Sit ftill, and hear the last of our fea-forrow. Pro. Know thus far forth. By accident moft strange, bountiful fortune, A moft aufpicious ftar; whofe influence 1 Te raja, Warburton fays, is to cut away the fuperfluities. 2 Thirty. 3 Otherwife than. "Sugration. 5 Covered. 6 i. e. a stubborn refolution. B 2 Come Come away, fervant, come: I am ready now; Approach, my Ariel, come. Enter Ariel. What is the time o' the day? Ari. Paft the mid season. Pro. At least two glaffes: the time 'twixt fix and now, Ari. All hail, great master! grave fir, hail! I come Muft by us both be spent most preciously. On the curi'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task Pro. Haft thou, fpirit, Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bade thee? I boarded the Ring's fhip; now on the beak, O'the dreadful thunder-clap, more momentary Pro. My brave fpirit! Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coil Would not infect his reason? Ari. Not a foul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of defperation: All, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vetiel, Then all a-fire with me: the king's fon, Ferdinand, With hair upstarting (then like reeds, not hair) Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, And all the devils are bere. Pro. Why, that's my spirit! Ari. Clofe by, my master. On their fuftaining garments not a blemish, Pro. Of the king's thip, The mariners, fay how thou haft diípos'd, And all the reit o' the fleet? Ai. Safely in harbour Is the king's fhip; in the deep nook, where once Suppofing that they faw the king's ship wreck'd, Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: 1 Performed to the minuteft article. Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou doft give me pains, Pro. How now, moody? What is 't thou canst demand? Ari. My liberty. Pro. Before the time be out? No more. ri. I pray thee: Remember, I have done thee worthy fervice; Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, ferv'd Pro. Doft thou forget From what a torment I did free thee? Pro.Thou doft; and think'st it much to tread the ooze To run upon the sharp wind of the north; i. I do not, fir. Pro. Thou lyft, malignant thing! Haft thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, Was grown into a hoop? haft thou forgot her? Ari. No, fir. Pro. Thou haft: Where was the born? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier 4. Pro. Oh, was the fo? I muft, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, [child, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with A dozen years; within which space the died, A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with dri. Yes; Caliban her fon. Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in fervice. Thou buit know! What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Did make welves howl, and penetrate the breafts Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment To lay upon the dama'd, which Sycorax Could not again undo; it was mine art, 2 Bermudas. 3 Flote is wave. 4 Algiers. When When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape The pine, and let thee out. A. I thank thee, master. The fresh fprings, brine-pits, barren place, and fertiles Pr. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an oak, For I am all the fubjects that you have, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, t I Thou natt how I'd away twelve winters. 4. Pardon, maiter: I will be correfpondent to command, Pro. Do fo; and after two days In difcharge thee. A That's my noble master! What shall I do ? fay what? what shall I do? Mira. The strangeness of your story put Fra Shake it off: Come on; We'll vir Caliban, my flave, who never Mira. 'Tis a villain, fir, I do not love to look on. Pra. But, as 'tis, We cannot mifs him: he does make our fire, The earth, thou! speak. Cal. [Witbin.] There's wood enough within. Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Who hadit deferv'd more than a prifon. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't P-s. Come furth, I fay; there's other business for Fetch us in fewel, and be quick; thou wert best, Come, thou tortoife! when? Enter Ariel like a water-nymph. For apparition! My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear. i. My lord, it shall be done. [thee: To anfwer other bufinefs. Shrug'ft thou, malice? If thou neglect ft, or doft unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, [Exit. That beats shall tremble at thy dia, Fr. Thou poisonous flave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Enter Caliban. Cal. As wicked' dew as e'er my mother brush'd [cramps, Pre. For this, be fure, to-night thou shalt have Ca!. I muft eat my dinner. This ifland's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou cameft first, give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how I must obey; his art is of fuch power, [458. Pro. So, flave; hence! [Exit Caliban. Enter Ferdinand at the remoteft part of the flag, and Ariel invifible, playing and finging. Ariel's Song. 1 Baneful. * Perhaps put here for fairies. Race, in this place, feems to fignify original difpofition, inborn qualities 5 The erysipelas. * We learn from Magellan's voyage, that Selebos was the fupreme God of the Patagons. 7. Silent. B 3 F.r. |