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THE TEMPEST.
Actus primus, Scena prima.
A tempeſtuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard: Enter a Ship-maſter, and a Boteſwaine.
Maſter. Bote-swaine,
Botes. Here Master: What cheere ?
Mast. Good.-Speake to th' Mariners: fall too't, yarely, or we run our ſelves a ground, beſtirie, beſtirre. Exit
Enter Mariners.
Botes. Heigh my hearts, cheerely, cheerely my harts: yare, yare : Take in the toppe-sale: Tend to th'Masters whistle: Blow till thou burst thy winde, if roome enough.
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinando, Gonzalo, and others.
Alon. Good Boteſwaine have care: where's the Maſter? Play the men.
Botes. I pray now keepe below.
Anth. Where is the Maſter, Boſon?
Boteſ. Do you not heare Him? you mane our labour, Keepe your Cabines: you do aſsiſt the ſtorme.
Conz. Nay, good be patient.
Boteſ. When the Sea is: hence, what cares theſe roa- rers for the name of King? to Cabine; ſilence: trouble us not.
Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou haſt aboord.
Boteſ. None that I more love then my ſelfe. You are a Counſellor,if you can command theſe Elements to ſi- lence and worke the peace of the preſent, wee will not hand a rope more, uſe your authoritie: If you cannot, give thankes you hace liv'd ſo long, and make your ſelfe readie in your Cabine for the miſchance of the houre, if it ſohap. Cheerely good hearts : out of our way I ſay. Exit.
Con. I haue great comfort from this fellow.methinks he hath no drowning marke vpon him, his complexion is perfect Gallowes : ſtandfaſt good Fate to his han- ging, make the rope of his deſtiny our cable, for our owne doth little aduantage: If he be not borne to bee hang’d, our caſe is miſerable. Exit.
Enter Boteſwaine.
Boteſ Downe with the top-Maſt: yare,lower,lower, bring her to Try with Maine-courſe. A plague
A cry within. Enter Sebaſtian, Anthonio & Gonzalo. vpon this howling: they are lowder then the weather, or our office: yet againe? What do you heere? Shal we giue ore and drowne, haue you a minde to ſinke?
Sebaſ. A poxe o'your throat,you bawling, blaſphe- mous incharitable Dog.
Boteſ. Worke you then.
Anth. Hang cur, hang, you whoreſon inſolent Noyſe- maker, we are leſſe afraid to be drownde then thou art.
Gonz. I'le warrant him for drowning, though the Ship were no ſtronger then a Nutt-ſhell, and as leaky as an vnſtanched wench,
Boteſ. Lay her a hold, a hold, ſet her two courſes off to Sea againe, lay her off.
Enter Mariners wet.
Mari. All loſt, ſo prayers, to prayers, all loſt.
Boteſ. What muſt our mouths be cold?
Gonz. The King, and Prince, at prayers, let's aſſiſt them, for our caſe is as theirs.
Sebaſ. I'am out of patience.
An. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards, This wide-chopt-rafcall, would thou mightft lye drow- ning the wafhing of ten Tides,
Gonz. Hee'l be hang'd yet, Though euery drop of water ſweare againſt it. And gape at widſt to glut him. {{float right|A confuſed noſe within. Mercy on vs. We ſplit, we ſplit, Farewell my wife, and children, Farewell brother: we ſplit, we ſplit, we ſplit.
Anth. Let's all ſinke with King
Seb. Let's take leaue of him. Exit.
Gonz. Now would I giue a thouſand furlongs of Sea, for an Acre of barren ground: Long heath, Browne firrs, any thing; the wills aboue be done, but I would faine dye a dry death. Exit.
Scena Secunda.
Enter Proſpero and Miranda.
Mira. If by your Art (my deereſt father) you haue Put the wild waters in this Rote; alay them: The skye it ſeemes would powre down ſtinking pitch, But that the Sea, mounting to th’ welkins cheeke, Daſhes the fire out. Oh! I haue ſuffered
With thoſe that I ſaw ſuffer: A braue veſſell
