A Lonfo, King of Naples. Sebastian, 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 honest old Counsellor. Adrian, and Francifco, Lords. Caliban, a Salvage, and deformed Slave. Trinculo, a Jefter. Stephano, a drunken Butler. Mafter of a Ship, Boat-Swain, and Marriners. THE TEMPEST. ACTI SCENE I I. A tempestuous Noife of Thunder and Lightning heard: Enter a Ship-mafter, and a Boatswain. B MASTER. Oatfwain. Boats. Here Mafter: What cheer? Maft. Good, fpeak to th' Mariners? Fall too't, yarely, or we run our felves 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, Sebaftian, Anthonio, Ferdinand, 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. B 2 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 thefe 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 Deftiny 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-courfe. A Plague Acry A cry within. Enter Sebaftian, 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. Gon. The King and Prince are at Prayers, let's affift them, or our Cafe is 5 theirs. Sebas |