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Some Food we had, and fome fresh Water, that
A noble Neapolitan Gonzalo,

Out of his Charity (who being then appointed
Mafter of this Defign) did give us, with

Rich Garments, Linnens, Stuffs, and Neceffaries
Which fince have fteeded much. So of his Gentleness,
Knowing I lov'd my Books, he furnish'd me

From mine own Library, with Volumes, that
I prize above my Dukedom.

Mir. Would I might

But ever fee that Man.

Pro. Now I arife,

Sit ftill, and hear the laft of our Sea-forrow.
Here in this Island we arriv'd, and here

Have I, thy School-mafter, made thee more profit
Than other Princes can, that have more Time

For vainer Hours, and Tutors, not so careful.

Mira. Heav'ns thank you for't, And now I pray you, Sir, (For ftill 'tis beating in my Mind) your Reason For raifing this Sea-ftorm?

Pro. Know thus far forth,

By Accident moft ftrange, bountiful Fortune
(Now my dear Lady) hath mine Enemies
Brought to this Shore: And by my Prescience
I find, my Zenith doth depend upon
A moft aufpitious Star, whofe Influence
If now I court not, but omit, my Fortunes
Will ever after droop: Here ceafe more Queftions,
Thou art inclin'd to fleep. 'Tis a good Dulness,
And give it way; I know thou canst not chufe.
Come away, Servant, come; I am ready now,
Approach, my Ariel. Come.

Enter Ariel.

Ari. All hail, great Mafter, grave Sir, hail! I come To answer thy beft Pleasure. Be it to fly;

To fwim, to dive into the Fire; to ride

On the curl'd Clouds: To thy ftrong bidding, task
Ariel, and all his Quality.

Pro. Haft, thou, Spirit,

Perform'd to point the Tempest that I bad thee?
Ari. To every Article.

I boarded the King's Ship: Now on the Beak,
Now in the Wafte, the Deck, in every Cabin,
I flam'd Amazement. Sometimes I'ld divide,
And burn in many Places; on the Top-maft,
The Yards and Bolt-fprit, would I flame diftinctly,
Then meet, and join. Jove's Lightning, the Precurfers
O'th' dreadful Thunder-claps more momentary

And Sight out-running were not; the Fire and Cracks
Of fulphurous roaring, the moft mighty Neptune
Seem to befiege, and make his bold Waves tremble,
Yea, his dread Trident shake.

Pro. My brave Spirit.

Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this Coyl
Would not infect his Reason?

Ari. Not a Soul

But felt a Feaver of the mad, and plaid

Some Tricks of Defperation: All but Mariners
Plung'd in the foaming Brine, and quit the Veffel,
Then all a-fire with me: The King's Son Ferdinand
With Hair up-ftaring (then like Reeds, not Hair)
Was the first Man that leapt; cry'd Hell is empty, and

All the Devils are here.

Pro. Why that's my Spirit:

But was not this nigh Shore?
Ari. Close by, my Mafter.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari. Not a Hair perished:

On their fuftaining Garments not a Blemish,
But fresher than before. And as thou badft me,
In Troops I have difpers'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 Ifle, and fitting,
His Arms in this fad Knot.

Pro. Of the King's Ship,

The Mariners, fay how thou haft difpos'd,
And all the reft o'th' Fleet?

Ari. Safely in Harbour,

Is the King's Ship; in the deep Nook, where once
Thou call'dft me up at Midnight, to fetch Dew
From the ftill-vext Bermoothes, there she's hid:

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Lonfo, King of Naples.
Sebaftian, his Brother.

Profpero, the right Duke of Millan.

Anthonio, his Brother, the ufurping Duke of Millan.

Ferdinand, Son to the King of Naples.

Gonzalo, an honeft old Counsellor.

Adrian, and Francifco, Lords.

Caliban, a Salvage, and deformed Slave.

Trinculo, a Fefter.

Stephano, a drunken Butler.

Mafter of a Ship, Boat-Swain, and Marriners.
Miranda, Daughter to Profpero.

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TEMPEST.

ACT I SCENE I.

A tempestuous Noife of Thunder and Lightning heard: Enter a Ship-mafter, and a Boatswain.

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MASTER.

Oatfwain.

Boat. Here Mafter: What cheer?

Maft. Good, fpeak to th' Mariners: Fall too't, yarely, or we run our selves a-ground, beftir, beftir.

Enter Mariners.

[Exit

Boats. Hey my Hearts, cheerly my Hearts; yare, yare; take in the Top-fail; tend to th' Mafter's Whistle; Blow 'till thou burft thy Wind, if room enough.

Enter Alonfo, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinand,
Gonzalo, and others.

Alon. Good Boatswain have care: Where's the Mafter?

Play the Men.

Boats. I pray now keep below.

Ant. Where is the Mafter, Bofon? VOL. I.

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Boat

Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our Labour; Keep your Cabins; you do affift the Storm.

Gonz. Nay, good be patient.

Boats. When the Sea is; hence.

What care thefe Roarers for the Name of King? To Cabin; filence; trouble us

not.

Gonz. Good, yet remember whom thou haft aboard.

Boats. None that I more love than my felf. You are a Counsellor; if you can command these Elements to Silence, and work the Peace of the prefent, we will not hand a Rope more; ufe your Authority: If you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd fo long, and make your felf ready in your Cabin for the Mifchance of the Hour, if it fo hap. Cheerly_good Hearts: Out of our way, I fay. [Exit.

Gonz. 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 Destiny our Cable, for our own doth little Advantage: If he be not born to be hang'd, our Cafe is miferable. [Exit.

Enter Boatswain.

Boats. Down with the Top-Maft: Yare, lower, lower; bring her to try with Main-course. A Plague

A cry within. Enter Sebastian, Anthonio and Gonzalo. upon this Howling: They are louder than the Weather, or our Office. Yet again? What do you here? Shall we give o'er and drown? Have you a Mind to fink?

Sebaf. A pox o' your Throat, you bawling, blafphemous, uncharitable Dog.

Beats. Work you then.

Ant. Hang Cur, hang, you Whorefon infolent Noifemaker; we are lefs afraid to be drown'd than thou art.

Gonz. I'll warrant him for drowning, though the Ship were no ftronger than a Nut-fhell, and as leaky as an unftanch'd Wench.

Boatf. Lay her a hold, a hold; fet her two Courses off to Sea again, lay her off.

Enter Mariners wet.

Mar. All loft, to Prayers, to Prayers, all loft.
Boats. What muft our Mouths be cold?

Gon. The King and Prince are at Prayers, let's affift them,

for our Cafe is s theirs.

Sebas.

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