ALONSO, King of Naples. PROSPERO, the rightful Duke of ANTONIO, his brother, the usurp GONZALO, an honest old coun-MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero. sellor of Naples. ADRIAN, a lord. ACT I. ARIEL, an airy spirit. rouble 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 elezents 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 mis: chance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good bearts.-Out of our way, I say. [Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow me#inks 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 hanged our case is miserable. [Exeunt. Re-enter Boatswain. JUNO, Nymphs, Reapers, spirits. Other spirits attending on Pros pero. SCENE. The sea, with a ship; afterwards an Island. [them, Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Seb. I am out of patience. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. The washing of ten tides!" [A confused noise within.Mercy on us! We split, [Exit. SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of Prospero. Enter Prospero and Miranda. Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd Who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd. Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The fraughting souls within her. No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, Be collected; There's no harm done. Mira. O, woe the day! Pro. Pro. No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, Pro. I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; [Lays down his mantle. Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have I comfort. The direful spectacle of the wrack, which touch'd [Sit down; For thou must now know farther. Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Mira. You have often Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd, And left me to.a bootless inquisition; Concluding, 'Stay, not yet.' B Pro. I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not ; | Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable: confederates (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan !) To most ignoble stooping. 'T is far off; If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here, Sir, are not you my father? O, the heavens! And princess no worse issued. Both, both, my girl; By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither. Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! farther. Please you, Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,- Mira. Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash for overtopping; new created [them, The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd Or else new form'd them; having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts i' th' state To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, [not. And suck'd my verdure out on 't.-Thou attend'st Mira. O good sir, I do. Pro. I pray thee, mark me. He was indeed the duke; out of the substitution, Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd, And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan: Me poor man! my library Mira. Pro. Now the condition. This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, Should presently extirpate me and mine Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, With all the honours, on my brother: Whercon A treacherous army levied, one midnight Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me, and thy crying self. Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint, That wrings mine eyes to 't. Pro. Hear a little farther, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which, this story Were most impertinent. Mira. That hour destroy us? Pro. Wherefore did they not Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not; (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set A mark so bloody on the business; but With colours fairer painted their foul ends. In few, they hurried us aboard a bark; Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd A rotten carcase of a butt, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us, To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Did us but loving wrong. How came we ashore? Pro. By Providence divine, Out of his charity (who being then appointed 'Would I might Pro. Now I arise: But ever see that man! A most auspicious star; whose influence |