Maft. Enter a Shipmafter, and a Boatfwain. B OATSWAIN. : Boats. Here, mafter what cheer? Maft. Good, fpeak to th' mariners: fail to't yarely, or we run ourselves a-ground; beftir, beftir. Enter Mariners. [Exit. Boats. Hey, my hearts; cheerly, my hearts'; yare, yare; take in the top-fail; tend to th' mafter's whiftle; blow, 'till thou burit thy wind, if room enough. A VOL. I. Enter Alonfo, Sebaftian, Anthonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo, and others. Alon, Good boatswain, have care: where's the mafter? play the men. Boatf. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the mafter, boatswain? Boats. Do you not hear him? you mar our labour keep your cabbins; you affift the ftorm. Gonz. Nay, good, be patient. Hence ; Boats. When the fea is. -what care these roarers for the name of King? to cabbin; filence; trouble us not. Gonz. Good, yet remember whom thou haft aboard. Boatf. None that I more love than myfelf. You are a counfellor; if you can command thefe elements to filence, and work the peace o' the prefent, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd fo long, and make yourfelf ready in your cabbin for the mifchance of the hour, if it fo hap. Cheerly, good hearts: out of our way, I fay. Exit. Gonz. I have great comfort from this fellow; methinks he hath no drowning mark upon 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 cafe is miferable. [Exeunt. Re-enter Boatswain. him; Boats. Down with the top-maft: yare, lower, lower; bring her to try with main-courfe. A plague upon this howling! A cry within. Re-enter Sebaftian, Anthonio, and Gonzalo. they are louder than the weather, or our office. Yet again? what do you here? fhall we give o'er, and drown? have you a mind to fink ? 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. Gonz. I'll warrant him from drowning, tho' the fhip were no ftronger than a nut-fhell, and as leaky as an unftanch'd wench. Boatf. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; fet her two courses off to sea again, lay her off. Enter Mariners wet. Mar. All loft! to prayers! to prayers! all loft! [Exe. Gonz. The King and Prince at pray'rs! let us affift 'em. For our cafe is as theirs. Seb. I'm out of patience. [kards. Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by drunThis wide-chopt rafcal-'Would thou might'ft lie The washing of ten tides ! [drowning, Gonz. He'll be hang'd yet, Though every drop of water fwear against it, A confufed noife within.] Mercy on us! We fplit, we fplit! farewel, my wife and children! Ant. Let's all fink with the King. Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Exit. [Exit. Gonz. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of fea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furzę, any thing; the wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death! SCENE II. The inchanted island. Exit. Mira. If by your art (my deareft father) you have With thofe that I faw fuffer: a brave veffel The fraighting fouls within her. Pro. Be collected; No more amazement; tell your piteous heart, Mira. O wo the day! Pro. No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, Mira. More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. Pro. 'Tis time, I fhould inform thee farther. And pluck my magic garment Lend thy hand, from me: fo! Lays down his mantle. Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes, have com fort. The direful fpectacle of the wreck, which touch'd I have with fuch provifion in mine art So fafely order'd, that there's no foul loft, No not fo much perdition as an hair Betid to any creature in the veffel Which thou heard 'ft cry, which thou faw'ft fink: Git down; For thou muft now know farther. Mira. You have often Begun to tell me what I am, but stopt, Pro. The hour's now come. thine ear; Obey, and be attentive. Canft thou remember A time before we came unto this cell? I do not think, thou canft; for then thou waft not Out three years old. Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept in thy remembrance, Mira. 'Tis far off; And rather like a dream, than an assurance Had I not Four or five women once that tended me? Pro. Thou hadft, and more, Miranda: but how is it, If thou remember'ft aught, ere thou cam't here; Mira. But that I do not. Pro. 'Tis twelve years fince, Miranda; twelve years fince Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and A prince of pow'r. Mira. Sir, are not you my father? Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Mira, O the heav'ns ! What foul play had we, that we came from thence ? Pro. Both, both, my girl': By foul play (as thou fay'ft) were we heav'd thence Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think, o' th' teene that I have turn'd you to, Please you, farther. Without a parallel; those being all my study) :: And to my ftate grew ftranger; being transported,, Mira.. Sir, moft heedfully. |