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      By William Shakespeare

      DRAMATIS PERSONAE

       ALONSO, King of Naples

       SEBASTIAN, his Brother

       PROSPERO, the right Duke of Milan

       ANTONIO, his Brother, the usurping Duke of Milan

       FERDINAND, Son to the King of Naples

       GONZALO, an honest old counsellor

       ADRIAN, Lord

       FRANCISCO,Lord

       CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave

       TRINCULO, a Jester

       STEPHANO, a drunken Butler

       MASTER OF A SHIP

       BOATSWAIN

       MARINERS

       MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero

       ARIEL, an airy Spirit

       IRIS, presented by Spirits

       CERES, presented by Spirits

       JUNO, presented by Spirits

       NYMPHS, presented by Spirits

       REAPERS, presented by Spirits

       Other Spirits attending on Prospero

       SCENE: The sea, with a Ship; afterwards an Island

      ACT 1

      SCENE 1 [On a ship at sea; a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard]

       [Enter a SHIPMASTER and a BOATSWAIN severally]

       MASTER.

       Boatswain!

       BOATSWAIN.

       Here, master: what cheer?

       MASTER. Good! Speak to the mariners: fall to’t yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.

       [Exit]

       [Enter MARINERS]

       BOATSWAIN. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to th’ master’s whistle.—Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room enough.

       [Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO, and

       OTHERS]

       ALONSO.

       Good boatswain, have care. Where’s the master?

       Play the men.

       BOATSWAIN.

       I pray now, keep below.

       ANTONIO.

       Where is the master, boson?

       BOATSWAIN. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.

       GONZALO.

       Nay, good, be patient.

       BOATSWAIN. When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king? To cabin! silence! Trouble us not.

       GONZALO.

       Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

       BOATSWAIN. None that I more love than myself. You are 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 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]

       GONZALO. 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 hang’d, our case is miserable.

       [Exeunt]

       [Re-enter BOATSWAIN]

       BOATSWAIN. Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring her to try wi’ th’ maincourse. [A cry within] 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?

       SEBASTIAN. A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!

       BOATSWAIN.

       Work you, then.

       ANTONIO. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noisemaker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

       GONZALO. I’ll warrant him for drowning, though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench.

       BOATSWAIN. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses: off to sea again: lay her off.

       [Enter MARINERS, Wet]

       MARINERS.

       All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!

       [Exeunt]

       BOATSWAIN.

       What, must our mouths be cold?

       GONZALO.

       The King and Prince at prayers! let us assist them,

       For our case is as theirs.

       SEBASTIAN.

       I am out of patience.

       ANTONIO.

       We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.—

       This wide-chapp’d rascal—would thou might’st lie drowning

       The washing of ten tides!

       GONZALO.

       He’ll be hang’d 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, we split!’—‘Farewell, my wife and children!’—

       ‘Farewell, brother!’—‘We split, we split, we split!’—]

       ANTONIO.

       Let’s all sink wi’ the King.

       [Exit]

       SEBASTIAN.

       Let’s take leave of him.

       [Exit]

       GONZALO. 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 dry death.

       [Exit]

       SCENE 2

       [The Island. Before the cell of PROSPERO]

       [Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA]

       MIRANDA.

       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 pitch,

       But that the sea, mounting to th’ welkin’s cheek,

       Dashes the fire out. O! I have suffered

       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. Poor souls, they perish’d.

       Had I been any god of power, I would

       Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e’er

       It should the good ship so have swallow’d and

       The fraughting souls within her.

       PROSPERO.

       Be collected: