MASTER. OATSWAIN, BOATS. Here, master: what cheer? MAST. Good: Speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. Enter Mariners. [Exit. BOATS. Heigho, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare: Take in the top-sail; Tend to the master's whistle.-Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! Enter ALONZO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO, ALON. Good Boatswain, have care. Play the men. BOATS. I pray now, keep below. ANT. Where is the master, boatswain? Where's the master? 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 clements 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 say. [Exit. Gox. 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 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.— Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink? SEB. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog! BOATS. Work you, then. ANT. Hang, cur, hang! you insolent noise-maker, 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! set her two courses; off to sea again; lay her off. Enter Mariners, wet. MAR. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! BOATS. What, must our mouths be cold? [Exeunt. GON. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist them, For our case is as theirs. SEB. I am out of patience. ANT. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.— This wide-chapp'd rascal;—Would, thou might'st lie drowning, The washing of ten tides! 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. SEB. Let's take leave of him. [Exit. [Exit. GON. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; ling, heath, broom, furze, any thing: The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, With those that I saw suffer a brave vessel, 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 swallowed, and PRO. Be collected: No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, MIRA. PRO. O, woe the day! No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, Of whence I am; nor that I am more better MIRA. More to know 'Tis time Did never meddle with my thoughts. PRO. I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.—So: [Lays down his mantle. Lie there, my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wrack, which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such prevision in mine art Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down; For thou must now know further. The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; You have often The hour's now come; Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remember A time before we came unto this cell? I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast not PRO. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image, tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. MIRA. "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 had'st, and more, Miranda. But how is it, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here, How thou cam'st here, thou may'st. MIRA. But that I do not. PRO. Twelve year 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 Was duke of Milan; thou his only heir And princess-no worse issued. MIRA. O, the heavens ! |