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Utis, a merry festiva
Wax, to grow.
Wealth, advantage, happiness.
Wear, the fashion.
Ween, to think, to imagine.
Weigh, to value or esteem, to
Waft, to beckon.
Wage, to fight, to combat, to
White death, the chlorosis.
Waist, the part between the quar-Whiting-time, bleaching time,
ter-deck and the forecastle. Waist, the middle.
Walk, a district in a forest.
Watch, a watch-light.
Welkin, the colour of the sky, blue.
Well-found, of acknowledged ex-
Well-liking, plump, embonpoint.
Whelked, varied with protuber
Work, a term of fortification.
| Whiffler, an officer who walks World, to go to the, to be mar-
Whip, the crack, the best.
Whitsters, the bleachers of linen.
Wide, remotely from, wide of the
Wish, to recommend.
Worm, a serpent.
Worship, dignity, authority. Worth, wealth or fortune, the value, full quota or proportion
Yarely, readily, nimbly.
Yeild, to inform of, condescend
Yeild, to reward.
Yeoman, a bailiff's follower.
Zany, a buffoon, a merry andrew
ALONSO, King of Naples.
FERDINAND, Son to the King of Naples.
Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
CALIBAN, a savage ani deformed slave. Other spirits attending on Prospero
STEPHANO, a drunken butler.
SCENE 1.-On a Ship at Sea.
A Storm with Thunder and Lightning.
MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero.
ARIEL, an airy spirit.
SCENE,―The sea, with a Ship: afterwards an uninhabited Island.
Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain. Master Boatswain,
Boats. Here, master: What cheer? Master. Good: Speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground; bestir, bestir. [Exit.
Boats Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: take in the top sail; Tend to the master's whistle. Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!
Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present we will not hand a rope moie; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, chance of the hour, if it so hap-Cheerly, good and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mishearts.-Out of our way, I say.
[Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: me
thinks 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 hanged our case is miserable. [Exeunt
Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND,
Alon. Good Boatswain, have care.
Ant. Where is the master, Boatswain ?
Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our la
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO,
bour; Keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.
Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Boats When the sea is. Hence! What care Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give over
these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: si
lence: trouble us not.
Boats. Down with the topmast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main-course. [4 cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, to your office.-
and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blas phemous, incharitable dog!
Bouts Work you, then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned 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 unstanched wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold: set her two courses off; to sea again, lay her off.
Lie there my art. comfort.
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Be collected; No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, There's no harm done.
O, woe the day!
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
'Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me. - So; [Lays down his mantle.
Wipe thou thine eyes; have
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink
For thou must now know further.
You have often
Pro. The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remember A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast not Out three years old.
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio, -
And to my state grew stranger, being transported,
I pray thee, mark me. Mira.
O good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
Like a good parent, did beget of him
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd,
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
O the heavens! Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me,
If this might be a brother.
Now the condition. This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises, Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, Should presently extirpate me and mine Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon, A treacherous army levied, one midnight Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me, and thy crying self.
Alack, for pity!
Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which, this story Were most impertinent.
Was I then to you! Pro.
That hour destroy us
My tale provokes that question.
(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
Alack what trouble
Wherefore did they not
Well demanded, wench;
O! a cherubim
Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt;
How came we ashore ?
Out of his charity (who being then appointed
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
'Would 1 might
But ever see that man!
Now I arise: -
Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, nd now, I pray you, sir, (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm?
Know thus far forth.-.
A most auspicious star; whose influence
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hai]' I
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task
Hast thou, spirit, | Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
To bate me a full year. Alässer
Pro. Thou dost; and think'st
It much to tread the ooze of the salt
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Ari. To every article.
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake.
Pro. My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Would not infect his reason?
Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair,) Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.
Why, that's my spirit!
Close by, my master.
:): Pro. But was not this nigh shore Ari. Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Ari. Not a hair perish'd; On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me, In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle : The king's son have I landed by himself; Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs, In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, His arms in this sad knot.
Pro. Of the king's ship The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, And all the rest o' the fleet?
Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work : What is the time o' the day?
Safely in harbour
I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet,
Ar. Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses: The time 'twixt six and now, Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me.
How now? moody?
What is't thou can'st demand?
I pray thee
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy,
Thou hast: Where was she born? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pro. O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, They would not take her life: Is not this true? Ari. Ay, sir.
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant: And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, By help of her more potent ministers, And in her most unmitigable rage, Into a cloven pine; within which rift Imprison'd, thou did'st painfully remain A dozen years; within which space she died, And left thee there; where thou did'st vent thy
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As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island, (Save for the son that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with
Yes; Caliban her son. Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in thy groans Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Could not again undo; it was mine art, When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape The pine, and let thee out.
Ari. I thank thee, master. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
Pardon, master :
I will be correspondent to command, And do my spriting gently.
and after two days
I will discharge thee.
Ari. That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea,