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PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Alonso, king of Naples.
Sebastian, his brother.
Prospero, the rightful duke of Milan.
Antonio, his brother, the usurping duke of Milan.
Ferdivand, son to the king of Naples.
Gonzalo, an honest old counsellor of Naples.
Adrian,

lords.
Francisco,
Caliban, a savage and deformed slade.
Triuculo, a jester.
Stephano, a drunken butler.

Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.

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Miranda, daughter to Prospero.

Ariel, an airy spirit.
Iris,
Ceres,
Juno,

spirits.
Nymphs,
Reapers,

Other spirits attending on Prospero.

Scene, the sea, with a ship; afterwards an unin.

habited island.

TEMPEST.

ACT I.

SCENE I. On a ship at sea.

A storm, with thunder and lightning.
Enter a Ship-master and a Boalswain.

Master. BOATSWAIN,

Boats. Here, master: what cheer?

Mast. Good: speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely*, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.

[Erit. Enter Mariners.

Boats. Heigh, 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 Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand,

Gonzalo, and others. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the med.

• Readily.

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

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: si. lence: trouble us not.

Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

Buats. 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 say.

[Erit. Gon. 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 bis 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.

[Ereunt. Re-enter Boatswain, Bouts. 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 agaiu ? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a miod to sink?

Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blas. phemous, uncharitable dog !

. Present instant.