DRAMATIS PERSONE.

A

MEN.

Lbert a French Pirate, in Love with Aminta.

Tibalt du Pont, a merry Gentleman, Friend to Albert.

Mafler of the Ship, an honeft merry Man.

Lamure, an Ufuring Merchant.

Franville, a Vain-glorious Gallant.

Morillat, a fhallow brain'd Gentleman.

Boatfwain, an honest Man.

Sebaftian, a noble Gentleman of Portugal, Husband to Rofellia.

Nicufa, Nephew to Sebaftian; both caft upon a Defart Island Raymond, Brother to Aminta.

Surgeon.

Sailors.

WOMEN.

Aminta, Mistress to Albert, a noble French Virgin.
Rofellia, Governess of the Amazonian Portugals.
Clarinda, Daughter to Rofellia, in Love with Albert.

Hippolita,

Three Ladies, Members of the Female Commonwealth.

Crocale,
Juletta,

The SCENE, Firft at Sea, then in the Defart Islands.

THE

THE

SEA-VOYAGE.

ACTI. SCENE I.

A Tempeft, Thunder and Lightning.

Enter Mafter and two Sailors.

MASTER.

AY her aloof, the Sea grows dangerous,
How't fpits against the Clouds, Oh, how it

capers,

And how the fiery Element frights it back:

There be Devils dancing in the Air I think; I faw a Dolphin hang i' th' Horns o'th' Moon

(1) This Play, as it stands in all the former Copies, has not receiv'd fo much Injury in its Senfe as Measure, and fo we have not so much Caufe to complain of the former as of the latter; yet Cause there is, as the Reader will fee in the following Notes. Mr. Shirley, who publish'd the old Folio Edition, feems to have had little Care of making our Poets appear to Advantage, when he fent this Play into the World in fo unpoetical a Drefs; I own the reftoring of the Measure coft me abundantly more Application and Pains than the correcting the Text; but yet the Reader must not expect that mufical, exact flow of Numbers which our modern Gentlemen of Parnaffus are fo careful about, here, any more than in Shakespear: However, I think, I may remark once for all, both upon our Authors and him, that whenever any Subject requires the Sublime, the Pathetick or Defcriptive, there the Numbers are equal to both the Sentiment and Diction, and the happy Mixture is capable of tranfporting any Soul who has the leaft Tafle for the Beauties of Poetry.

VOL. IX.

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Shot

(2) Shot from a Wave; hey day, hey day,
How the kicks and yerks?

Down with the Main Maft, lay her at Hull,
Furl up all her Linens, and let her ride it out.
1 Sail. She'll never brook it, Mafter;
She's fo deep laden that fhe'll bulge.
Maft. Hang her.

Can the not buffet with a Storm a little?

(3) How it toffes her, the reels like a Drunkard.

(2) Shot from a Wave; hay day, hey day,

How he kicks and yerks?

Down with the Main Maft, lay her at Hull,
Farle up all her Linens, and let her ride it out.
1 Sail. She'll never brook it, Mafter;

I read thus,

Shot from a Wave; why hey day, hey day, how

She kicks and yerks? down with the Main Maft there,
Lay her at Hull, furl up her Linens all,

And let her ride it out.

1 Sail. She'll never brook it, Mafter;

Unless we fuppofe the Veffel a very fmall one, the Main Maft is not made to fall and rife, and I believe a Sailor would choose to read,

-down with the Main Yard,

The Expletive there, which I have added to complete the Meafure, is commonly added by Sailors to most of the Directions they give; and 'tis generally the Omiffion of Particles that makes the difficulty of reftoring the Measure throughout this Play. Mr. Seward.

(3) How it toffes her, fhe reels like a Drunkard.

I read,

2 Sail. We have difcover'd the Land, Sir,

Pray let's make in; fhe's fo drunk else,

She may chance to caft up all her Lading.

1 Sail. Stand in, fiand in, we are all loft elfe, loft and perifh'd.

How it toffes her? How he reels like a Drunkard?

2 Sail. We have difcovered the Land, Sir, pray

Let us make in; he is fo drunk elfe, he

May chance to caft up all her Lading.

I Sail.

fland in,

Stand in, we are all loft elfe, loft and perish'd.

The Repetition of the How in the firft Line, feems very natural, and the Sentiment without it has too much Gravity, and too much resembles the like Expreffion in Scripture: So that the Omiffion of it in the former Editions hurt the Senfe as well as the Measure. As I am perfuaded that the whole Play may be reftor'd to its Measure by no greater Liberties than are taken in thefe Lines, fo I think it the duty of an Editor to restore it. Mr. Seward.

2 Sail.

2 Sail. We have discover'd the Land, Sir, Pray let's make in; fhe's fo drunk elfe, She may chance to cast up all her Lading.

1 Sail. Stand in, ftand in, we are all loft elfe, loft and perifh'd.

Maft. Steer her a Star-board there.

2 Sail. Bear in with all the Sail we can, fee Master, See what a clap of Thunder there is, What A face of Heav'n, how dreadfully it looks!

Maft. (4) Thou Rafcal, fearful Rogue thou, thou'st been praying;

I fee it in thy Face; thou haft been mumbling,
When we are splitting, Slave. Is this a time,
To difcourage our Friends with your cold Orizons?
Call up the Boatswain; how it storms; holla.
Enter Boatfwain.

Boats. (5) What fhall we do?

Maft. Caft over all her Lading; fhe won't fwim
An hour else.

Enter Albert, Franville, Lamure, Tibalt du Pont,
and Morillat.

Maft. The Storm is loud, we cannot

Hear one another; what's the Coaft? Boats. We know Not yet, fhall we make in? Alb. What Comfort, Sailors?

(4) Thou Rafcal, thou fearful Rogue, thou hast been praying; I fee it in thy Face, thou haft been mumbling,

When we are split, you Slave ;-] The Alteration in the pointing of this Paffage gives a greater Emphafis to the Senfe of it; and I hope the Reader will excufe the putting the Participle for the Verb, because they were not split but splitting.

(5) What fhall we do, Mafter?

Caft over all her Lading?] The comparing of this Paffage. with what follows a Page or two lower, wou'd incline one to think that the Words Caft over all, &c. ought to be appropriated to the Master, for 'tis his Motion there, It must all over-board, and poffibly fhou'd be fo too here. Read then,

Maft. Caft over all her Lading; she won't swim, &c.

I never faw, fince I have known the Sea,

(Which has been this twenty Years) fo rude a Tempeft: In what State are we?

Maft. Dangerous enough, Captain,

(6) We have sprung five Leaks, and no little ones
Still rage; befides, her Ribs are open,

Her Rudder almoft fpent; prepare yourselves,
And have good Courages, Death comes but once,
And let him come in all his Frights.

Alb. Is't not poffible,

To make in to the Land? 'Tis here before us.
Mor. Here hard by, Sir.

Maft. Death's nearer, Gentlemen.

Yet do not cry, let's die like Men.

Tib. Shall's hoife the Boat out,

And go all at one caft? The more the merrier.

Enter Aminta.

Maft. You are too hafty, Monfieur, do ye long
To be i' th' Fifh-market before your time?
Hold her up there.

Amin, Oh miferable Fortune!

Nothing but Horror founding in mine Ears, no
Minute to promife to my frighted Soul.

Tib. Peace Woman,

We ha' Storms enough already; no more howling.
Amin. Gentle Master.

Maft. Clap this Woman under Hatches.

Alb. Prithee fpeak mildly to her.

Amin. Can no help?-

Maft. None, that I know.

Amin. No Promife from your Goodness?-

(6) We have sprung five Leaks, and no little ones;

Still rage; befides, her Ribs are open,] Here the Words fill rage, fhou'd either be in a Parenthefis with a Note of Admiration, (fill rage!) or elfe, which is more probable from the Defect in the Meafure, fomething is loft, and I believe the Original was,

five Leaks, and no little ones;

The Winds ftill rage; befides, her Ribs are open,

or perhaps, The Seas.

Maft.