On a Ship at Sea. tompelurus Noise of Thunder and Lightning beard. I fay. Enter a Ship-mafler and a Boutswain. ! May BOATSWAIN master: What cheer? Med. Good: Speak to the mariners-fall to't Enter Mariners. 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 deftiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage: If [Exir. he be not born to be hang'd, our cafe is miferable. [Exeunt. Bar, Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, Re-enter Boatswain. hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-fail; Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare, lower, Tend to the mafter's whittle; -Blow, till thou lower; bring her to try with main-course. [A butt thy wind, if room enough! cry within.] A plague upon this howling 1 Este Amo, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinand, they are louder than the weather, or our office. Gonzalo, and others. A. Good boatswain, have care. the master? Play the men. By: I pray now, keep below. Where's A. Where's the mafter, boatswain? Gs. Nav, good, be patient. B. When the fea is. Hence! What care Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou haftaboard. Re-enter Sebaflian, Anthonio, and Gonzalo. Yet again? What do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to fink? Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blafphemous, uncharitable dog ! Boats. Work you then. Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, infolent noifemaker! we are lefs afraid to be drown'd, than thou art. Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no ftronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanch'd 3 wench. Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; fet her two are a counfellor; if you can command these courses; off to fea again, lay her off. ments to filence, and work the peace of the Peer, we will not handle a rope more; ufe azhority. If you cannot, give thanks you Enter Mariners wet. Mar. All loft! to prayers, to prayers! all loft ! [Exsunt. eLe'd fo long, and make yourself ready in! Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? 1 Readily, nimbly. 2 Of the present inftant, the poet probably means. 3 Incontinent. B Gon. Gore The king and prince at prayers! let us No, not fo much perdition as an hair, affift them, For our cafe is as theirs. Seb. I am out of patience. Ant. We're I merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. lie drowning, This wide-chopp'd rafcal;- Would, thou might'st The washing of ten tides! Gon. He'll be hanged yet; [A confused noise within.) Mercy on us! - Ant. Let's all fink with the king. Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'it cry, which thou faw'st ink. Sit down; For thou must now know further. Mira. You have often Begun to tell me what I am; but ftopp'd, Pro. The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; I do not think, thou canft; for then thou wast nor Mira. Certainly, fir, I can. [Exit. Pro. By what? by any other house, or perfon Gon. Now would I give a thoufand furlongs of fea for an acre of barren ground; 3 long heath, brown furze, any thing: The wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death! (Exit. SCENE II. The inchanted islands before the cell of Profpera. Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: WWith those that I faw fuffer! a brave veffel, Who had, no doubt, fome noble creatures in her, It should the good ship fo have swallow'd, and What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or bleffed was 't, we did? Pro. Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou fay it, were we heav'd thence; Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen & that I have turn'd you to, further. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd An- I pray thee mark me, that a brother should Mira. Sir, most heedfully. : Abfolutely. 2 Swallow. 3 Perhaps it should be ling, heath, &o. 4 Before. Si. c. a very poor cell. Mingle. 7 Quite. 8 Sorrow, grief, trouble. Pro. 1 Pra. Being once perfected how to grant fuits, Pro. I pray thee, mark me. I tas neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated A finhood, in its contrary as great As my truft was; which had, indeed, no limit, But what my power might elfe exact, -like one, Ta credit his own lie, he did believe He was, indeed, the duke; out of the substitution, Mrs. Your tale, fir, would cure deafness. Pre. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell Eths might be a brother. Mira. I fhould fin To think 3 but nobly of my grandmother: Guod wombs have born bad fons. Fra. Now the condition. This king of Naples, being an enemy T: me inveterate, hearkens my brother's fuit; Oz of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, Fast so the purpose, did Anthonio open The riter of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Me, and thy crying felf. Mira. Alack, for pity! Hot remembring how I cried out then, cay it o'er again; it is a hint 4, Pro. Well demanded, wench; Mira. Alack! what trouble Was I then to you! Pro. O! a cherubim Thou waft, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, When I have 5 deck'd the fea with drops full falt; Mira. How came we afhore? Pro. By Providence divine. Some food we had, and fome fresh water, that Out of his charity, who being then.appointed But ever fee that man ! Pro. Now, I arife: Sit ftill, and hear the laft of our fea-forrow. Pro. Know thus far forth.- A most aufpicious star; whose influence Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions; And give it way:-I know, thou canft not choose [Miranda fleeps. 1 To traga, Warburton says, is to cut away the fuperfluities. 2 Thirsty. 3 Otherwife than. Suggestion 5 Covered. i. c. a stubborn resolution. B2 Come 1 Come away, fervant, come: I am ready now; Approach, my Ariel, come. Enter Ariel. What is the time o' the day? Ari. Past the mid feafon. Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt fix and now, Ari. All hail, great master! grave fir, hail! I corné Must by us both be spent most precioufly. 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! But was not this nigh shore? Ari. Not a hair perish'd; On their fuftaining garments not a blemish, Pro. Of the king's ship, The mariners, fay how thou haft diípos'd, And all the rest o' the fleet? Ali. Safely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Whom, with a charm join'd to their fuffer'd labour, Suppofing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: Performed to the minuteft article. Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou haft promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me. Pro. How now, moody? What is 't thou canft demand? Ari. My liberty. Pro. Before the time be out? No more. Remember, I have done thee worthy fervice; Pro. Doft thou forget From what a torment I did free thee? Pro. Thou doft; and think'st it much to tread the ooze Of the falt deep; To run upon the sharp wind of the north; hi. I do not, fir. Pro. Thou ly'it, 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 she born? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier 4. Pro. Oh, was the fo? I muft, Once in a month, recount what thou haft been, Thou know it, was barnifh'd; for one thing she did, Pro. This blue-ey'dhag was hither brought with And here was left by the failors: Thou, my flave, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her fervant: And, for thou waft a fpirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans, As fast as mill-wheels ftrike? Then was this island (Save for the fon that the did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with Ari. Yes; Caliban her fon. Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in fervice. Thou best know! What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breafts Of ever-angry bears, it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Could not again undo; it was mine art, 2 Bermudas. 3 Flote is wave. + Algiers. When When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape The pine, and let thee out. Ari. I thank thee, master. The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fertiles Pra. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, For I am a'l the fubjects that you have, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, t 1 Thounatt howld away twelve winters. Pardon, mafter: I will be correfpondent to command, Pro. Do fo; and after two days Ari That's my noble mafter! What thall I do? fay what? what shall I do? Pre. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the fea; Be furyect to no fight but thine and mine; invisible To every eye-ball elfe. Go, take this shape, And hither come in it: go, hence, with diligence. [Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou haft flept well; Who first was mine own king: and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest of the ifland. Pro. Thou moft lying flave, Cal. Oh ho, ơh ho! - wou'd it had been done! Pro. Abhorred flave, vild race 4 Though thou didit learn, had that in 't which good natures 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 Is, I know how to curfe: the red plague 5 rid you, For learning me your language! Pro. Hag-feed, hence! Fetch us in fewel, and be quick; thou wert beft, [thee: To anfwer other bufinefs. Shrug'ft thou, malice? If thou neglect'st, or doft unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; [Exit. That beafts thall tremble at thy din, i. My lord, it shall be done. Pra. Thou poifonous flave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Enter Caliban. Cal. As wicked 1 dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a fouth-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er! [cramps, Pre. For this, be fure, to-night thou shalt have Sale-ftitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins 2 Shall for that vast of night 3 that they may work, Al exercife on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more ftinging Than bees that made 'em. Cal. I muft eat my dinner. This ifland's mine, by Sycorax my mother, give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how Cal. No, pray thee! 1 Baneful. Perhaps put here for fairies. • Race, in this place, feems to fignify original disposition, inborn qualities • We learn from Magellan's voyage, that Setebes was the fupreme God of the Patagons. 7.Silent. |