Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTHONIO, and ĠONZALQ.

çı Yet again ? What do you here? Shall we give (c'o'er and drown? Have you a mind to sink?”, 40

Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog!

Boats. Work you then.

Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noisemaker ! . 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 unstanch'd wench.

Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses ; off to sea again, lay her off,

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· Enter Mariners wet, Mar. All lost i to prayers, to prayers ! all lost!

[Exeunt. :“ Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? “ Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist

mem, “For our case is as theirs.

“ Seb. I am out of patience. “ Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by

drunkards. “ This wide-chopp'd rascal ;-Would, thou might'st

lie drowning, 64 The washing of ten tides ! “ Gon. He'll be hang'd yet;

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« Though

“ Though every drop of water swear against it, “ And gape at wid'st to glut him. “ [ A confused naise within] Mercy on us ! “We split, we split !-Farewel, iny wife and chil“dren !-Farewel, brother !--We split, we split,

wę split« Art. Let's all sink with the king, [Exit. " Seb. Let's take leave of him,

[Exit. “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.

SCENE II,

The enchanted Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO.

Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA,

Mira. 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 pitchy But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creatures in her, Dash'd all to pieces, O, the cry did knock Against my very heart I Poor souls ! they perish'd. Had I been any god of power, I would

81 Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere

l'amberg Shorwin corigmon sec? MISS PHILLIPS in , ILIRANDA.

C!!the cry did knock against my very heart_lcer verlo."they peritif

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