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ALONSO, King of Napleso -
Orber Spirits, attending on Prospero.
SCENE, an uninhabited Ifand.
Τ Ε Ε Μ Ρ
M P. E S T.
A C T I.
SCENE, On a Ship at Sea.
Boats. Here, Mafter : what cheer? Maft. 'Good, speak to th' mariners fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground; bestir, beftir.
[Exit. Enter Mariners. Beats, Hey, my hearts ; cheerly, my hearts ; yare, yare, take in the top-fail ; tend to th' inafter's whistle; blow, 'till thou burst thy wind, if room enough. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinand,
Gonzalo, and otbers. Alon. Good Boatswain, have care : where's the master ? play the men. Boats, I pray now, keep below. В 2
Ant. Where is the master, Boatswain ?
Boats. Do you not hear him! you mar our labour ; keep your cabins : you do affist the storm.
Gonz. Nay, good be patient. #Boais. When the sea is. Hence -what care these Roarers for the name of King? to cabin ; filence ; trouble us not.
Gonz. 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 filence, and work the peace o the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd 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. Gonz. I have great comfort from this fellow ; methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfe&t 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, 1. Re-enter Boatfwain. Boats. Down with the top-mast : yare lower, lower ; bring her to try with main-course. A plague upon this howling! A cry within. Re-enter Sebastian, Anthonio, and Gonzalo. they are louder than the weather, or our office. Yet again. what do you hear ? fhall we give o'er, and drown? have
you a mind to fink? Sebas. A pox o'your throat, you bawling, blafphemous uncharitable dog.
Boats. Work you then.
Ant. Hang cur, hang; you whoreson, insolent, noisemaker; we are less afraid to be drown'd, than thou art,
Gonz. I'll warrant him from drowning, tho' the ship were no stronger than a nut-hell, and as leaky as an unAtanch'd wench.
Boat). Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses off to sea again, lay her of.
Enter Mariners wet.
Gonz. The King and Prince at pray'rs! let'us assist'em.
Seb. I'm out of patience.
Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.
Gonz. He'll be hang'd yet,
[A confused noise with17.
(Erisi Seb. Let's take leave of him.
(Exit. Gonz. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of fea for an Acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any thing; the wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death!
SCENE changes to a Part of the Inchanted Island,
near the Cell of Prospero.
Enter Prospero and Miranda.
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
Against my very heart : poor souls, they perish'd !
Pro. Be collected ;
Mira. O woe the day!
Pro. No harm.
Mira. More to know
Pro. "Tis, time,
(Lays down bis mant'. Lie there my
Art. Wipe thou thine eyes, have comforti The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So fafely order'd, that there is no foyle, (1) No, not fo much perdition as an hair, ; Betid to any, creature in the vessel Which thou heard?cry, which thou faw't fink: fit down; For thon must now know farther.
Mira. You have often
(3) is no Foyle,] ii c. no Damage, Lofs, Detriment. The two old Folii's read,--,
-- is no Soul: which will not agree in Grammar with the following part of the Sentence. Mr. Roue first fubilituted ---no Svil loft, which does not much mend the Matter, taking the Context together. Foyle is a Word familiar with our Poet, and in some Degree fynonymous to Perdition in tbe next Line,