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1 THE TEMPEST.

Actus primus, Scena prima.

A tempetuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard: Enter a Ship-mater, and a Botewaine.

Mater. Bote-swaine,

Botes. Here Master: What cheere ?

Mast. Good.-Speake to th' Mariners: fall too't, yarely, or we run our elves a ground, betirie, betirre. 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 Botewaine have care: where's the Mater? Play the men.

Botes. I pray now keepe below.

Anth. Where is the Mater, Boon?

Bote. Do you not heare Him? you mane our labour, Keepe your Cabines: you do asit the torme.

Conz. Nay, good be patient.

Bote. When the Sea is: hence, what cares thee roa- rers for the name of King? to Cabine; ilence: trouble us not.

Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hat aboord.

Bote. None that I more love then my elfe. You are a Counellor,if you can command thee Elements to i- lence and worke the peace of the preent, wee will not hand a rope more, ue your authoritie: If you cannot, give thankes you hace liv'd o long, and make your elfe readie in your Cabine for the michance of the houre, if it ohap. Cheerely good hearts : out of our way I ay.

Con. I haue great comfort from this fellow.methinks he hath no drowning marke vpon him, his complexion is perfect Gallowes : tandfat good Fate to his han- ging, make the rope of his detiny our cable, for our owne doth little aduantage: If he be not borne to bee hang’d, our cae is mierable.

Enter Botewaine.

Bote Downe with the top-Mat: yare,lower,lower, bring her to Try with Maine-coure. A plague

A cry within. Enter Sebatian, 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 inke?

Seba. A poxe o'your throat,you bawling, blaphe- mous incharitable Dog.

Bote. Worke you then.

Anth. Hang cur, hang, you whoreon inolent Noye- maker, we are lee afraid to be drownde then thou art.

Gonz. I'le warrant him for drowning, though the Ship were no tronger then a Nutt-hell, and as leaky as an vntanched wench,

Bote. Lay her a hold, a hold, et her two coures off to Sea againe, lay her off.

Enter Mariners wet.

Mari. All lot, o prayers, to prayers, all lot.

Bote. What mut our mouths be cold?

Gonz. The King, and Prince, at prayers, let's ait them, for our cae is as theirs.

Seba. 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 weare againt it. And gape at widt to glut him. {{float right|A confued noe within. Mercy on vs. We plit, we plit, Farewell my wife, and children, Farewell brother: we plit, we plit, we plit.

Anth. Let's all inke with King

Seb. Let's take leaue of him.

Gonz. Now would I giue a thouand 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. {{float right|Exit.}}

Scena Secunda.

Enter Propero and Miranda.

Mira. If by your Art (my deeret father) you haue Put the wild waters in this Rote; alay them: The skye it eemes would powre down tinking pitch, But that the Sea, mounting to th’ welkins cheeke, Dahes the fire out. Oh! I haue uffered With thoe that I aw uffer: A braue veell {{right|Who}}