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and others.

Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master ? Play the men.

Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ?

Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour; keep your cabins : you

do assist the storm. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.

Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence ! trouble us not.

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 more; use your authority : if you cannot, give thanks you have lived 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


[Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow :. methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows.2 Stand fast, good Fate, to his hanging !

· Play the men.] Play the part of men: behave like men.

• Lei us play the men for our people.' 2 Sam. x. 12. 'I will not use many words to persuade you to continue in your fidelity and loyalty, neither long circumstance to encourage you to play the men.' Knolles's Hist. of the Turks (1603), p. 576.

2 Perfect gallows.] Quite that of a fellow destined to be hanged: alluding to the proverb, 'He never will be drowned who is born to. be hanged.' Compare Two Gent. of Verona, i. 1:

Go, go, begone to save your ship from wrack,
Which cannot perish having thee aboard,
Being destined to a drier death on shore.'

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. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the top-mast! yare ; lower, lower ! Bring her to try with main-course !! [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling ! they are louder than the weather, or our office.2

Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Yet again ? what do you

hear ?

Shall we give o'er and drown? Have you a mind to sink ?

Seb. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog! Boats. Work


then. Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson insolent noisemaker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell.

Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold ! 3 set her two courses off to sea again; lay her off.

Re-enter Mariners, wet. Mar. All lost ! to prayers, to prayers ! all lost! [Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold ? 5

Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist them, For our case is as theirs.

"To try with main-course.] To try whether she will clear the lạnd by taking in all the tacking, hauling the mainsail close aft, &c. ? Our office.] Our calls of direction to the seamen,

Lay her a-hold.] "To lay a ship a-hold is to bring her to lie as near the wind as she can, in order to keep clear of the land, and get her out to sea.' Steevens. * Her two courses.] Mainsail and foresail.

Be.cold.] Be fruitless or of no force, speak in vain.



I'm out of patience. Ant. Weare merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.-This wide-chapped rascal,--would thou might'st lie

drowning The washing of ten tides ! 2

[Exit Boatswain.] Gon.

He'll be hanged yet,
Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at wid'st to glut him.
[A confused noise within.] Mercy on us ! '

"We split, we split!'-'Farewell, my wife and children !' 'Farewell, brother !' "We split, we split, we split!'Ant. Let's all sink with the king.

[Exit. Seb. Let's take leave of him.

[E.cit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, anything. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a


dry death.

SCENE II.—The Island : before the Cell of PROSPERO.


Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer ! a brave vessel
Who had no doubt some noble creature in her-
Dashed all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished !
Had I been any god of power, I would

Merely.] Absolutely.
? The washing of ten tides.] While ten tides ebb and flow.

Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er
It should the good ship so have swallowed, and
The fraughting souls within her.

Be collected;
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
There's no harm done.

O, woe the day !

No harm.
I have done nothing but in care of thee-
Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who
Art ignorant of what thou art—nought knowing
Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
Than Prospero master of a full' poor cell,
And thy no greater father.

More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.

'Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.-So;

[Lays down his mantle. Lie there my art.2-Wipe thou thine eyes ; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touched The very virtue 3 of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely ordered, that there is no soul 4No, not so much perdition as an hair Betid to any creature in the vessel,

| Full.] An abbreviation of to the full=very.

2 Lie there my art.] Fuller, in his Holy State, iv. 6, says of Lord Burleigh, 'At night, when he put off his gown, he used to say, Lie there, Lord Treasurer,' and bidding adieu to all State affairs, disposed himself to his quiet rest.'

* The very virtue.] The very soul, the inmost source.

There is no soul.] This uncompleted assertion is in natural keeping with Prospero's ardency.



Which thou heard'st which thou saw'st sink. Sit down ;
For thou must now know further.

You have often
Begun to tell me what I am; but stopped
And left me to a bootless inquisition,
Concluding, Stay, not yet.

The hour's now come;
minute bids thee


Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell ?
I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
Out three years old.

Certainly, sir, I can.
Pro. By what? by any other house or person ?
Of anything the image tell me that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.

'Tis far off,
And rather like a dream than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants :-Had I not
Four or five women once that tended me?

Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it That this lives in thy mind? What see'st thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? If thou rememberest aught ere thou cam’st here, How thou cam'st here thou may'st. Mira.

But that I do not. Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since, Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and A prince of power. Mira.

Sir, are not you my father ? Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father

| Abysm.] Abyss. Old Fr. abisme.

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