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Τ E M P E S T.

Actus primus, Scena prima.

A tempeſtuous noiſe of Thunder and Lightening heard: Enter a Ship-maſter, and a Boteſwaine.

Maſter.

BOte-ſwaine.

Boteſ. Heere Maſter: What cheere?

Maſt. Good: Speake to th' Mariners: fall too't, yarely, or we run our ſelues a ground, beſtirre, 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 haue 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 marre our labour, Keepe your Cabines: you do aſsiſt the ſtorme.

Gonz. Nay, good be patient.

Boteſ. When the Sea is: hence, what cares theſe roarers for the name of King? to Cabine; ſilence: trouble vs not.

Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou haſt aboord.

Boteſ. None that I more loue then my ſelfe. You are a Counſellor, if you can command theſe Elements to ſilence, and worke the peace of the preſent, wee will not hand a rope more, vſe your authoritie: If you cannot, giue thankes you haue liu'd ſo long, and make your ſelfe readie in your Cabine for the miſchance of the houre, if it ſo hap. Cheerely good hearts: out of our way I ſay.Exit.

Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks be hath no drowning marke vpon him, his complexion is perfect Gallowes: ſtand faſt good Fate to his hanging, make the rope of his deſtiny our cable, for our owne doth little aduantage: If he be not borne to bee bang'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, blaſphemous incharitable Dog.

Boteſ. Worke you then.

Antb. 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, to 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-raſcall, would thou mightiſt lye drowning the waſhing 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. A confuſed noyſe 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.

Gonſ. 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 Rore; 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

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