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Samuel Johnson, George Steevens and
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Leipsic, March 2, 1824.
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,
master? Play the men.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noisemaker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; tho' the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstaunched wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two cour-
Mar.All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [Exeunt.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunk-
This wide-chapped rascal; 'Would thou might'st
Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour; And gape at wid'st to glut him.
Though every drop of water swear against it,
Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence: trouble us not.
[A confused noise within.] - Mercy on us! - We split,
SCENE II. - The Island: before the Cell of Prospero.
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 elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we shall 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 Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have way, I say. [Exit. Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow me-The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, thinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; his com- But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, plexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to Dashes the fire out. 0, I have suffered his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, With those I saw suffer! a brave vessel, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt. Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; Had I been any god of power, I would Against my very heart! Poor souls they perish'd. bring her to try with main-course.- [A cry within.]-Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and weather, or our office.
• Re-enter Boatswain.
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?
mous, incharitable dog!
Boats. Work you, then.
The freighting souls within her.
Pro. Be collected;
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done.
Mira. O, woe the day!
Pro. No harm.
I have done nothing but in care of thee,