Persons represented.

Alonso, king of Naples.
Sebastian, his brother.

Profpero, the rightful duke of Milan.

Antonio, his brother, the ufurping duke of Milan.

Ferdinand, fon to the king of Naples.

Gonzalo, an honest old counsellor of Naples.

Adrian, } lords.

Francisco,

Caliban, a favage and deformed flave.

Trinculo, a jester.

Stephano, a drunken butler.

Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.

Miranda, daughter to Prospero.

Other Spirits attending on Prospero.

SCENE, the fea, with a ship; afterwards, an uninhabited island.

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The TEMPEST.

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ACT I.

SCENE I. On a Ship at Sea.
A Storm, with Thunder and Lightning.

Enter a SHIP-MASTER,

and a BOATSWAIN.

MAST. Boatswain

BOATS. Here, master: what cheer?

MAST. Good: speak to the mariners :-fall to't yarely,

or we run ourselves aground: beftir, beftir.

Enter MARINERS.

[Exit.

Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; Jare, yare: Take in the top-fail; 'Tend to the master's whiftle;-Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND,

GONZALO, and others.

ALON. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the maf

*ter? 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.

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BOATS. When the fea is. _ Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: filence: 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 filence, 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 fo hap.-Cheerly, good hearts-Out of our way, I say. [Exit.

Gov. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks 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 hang'd, our cafe is miferable. [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.

Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Yet again? What do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to fink?

SEB. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blafphemous, uncharitable dog!

BOATS. Work you then.

ANT. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, infolent noisemaker! we are lefs afraid to be drown'd, than thou art.

Gov. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanch'd wench.