The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare

additional part, which forms a separate Supplement of the following contents: 1st. Shakspeare's Portrait taken from the best Originals; 2dly. The Life of the Author by Nicholas Rowe; 3dly. His Miscellaneous Poems; 4thly. A Critical Glossary compiled after Nares, Ayscough, Hazlitt, Douce and others. The expence for the buyer will be but very trifling, and the subscribers of „The Dramatic Works" enjoy besides the advantage to get this Supplement at about half the price published.

Leipsic, March 2, 1824.

ERNST FLEISCHER.

FRANCISCO, } lords.

CALIBAN, a savage and deformed slave.

TRINCULO, a jester.

STEPHANO, a drunken butler.

Muster of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.

MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero.

ARIEL, an airy spirit.

IRIS,

CERES,

JUNO,

Nymphs,

Reapers,

spirits.

Other spirits attending on Prospero.

SCENE, The sea, with a ship; afterwards an uninhabited island.

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 men.

Boats. I pray now, keep below.

Ant. Where is the master, boatswain?

Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunk-
ards. -

This wide-chapped rascal; - 'Would thou might'st

lie drowning,

The washing of ten tides!

Gon. He'll be hanged yet;

Though every drop of water swear against it,

Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour; And gape at wid'st to glut him.

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: silence: trouble us not.

[A confused noise within.] - Mercy on us! - We split,

we split! - Farewell, my wife and children! - Farewell, brother! - We split, we split, we split!

Ant. Let's all sink with the king.

Seb. Let's take leave of him.

[Exit.

Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for
an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze,
any thing: The wills above be done! but I would fain
die a dry death.
[Exit.

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

The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
With those I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er
It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
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,

(Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who | And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle

Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing

Of whence I am; nor that I am more better

Lie theremy art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd

The very virtue of compassion in thee,

I have with such provision in mine art

So safely order'd, that there is no soul -
No, not so much perdition as an hair,

Betid to any creature in the vessel

Dost thou attend me?

Mira. O, good sir, I do.

Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being so retir'd,
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother

Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit Awak'd an evil nature; and my trust,

down; For thou must now know further.

Mira. You have often

Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd,
And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Concluding, Stay, not yet.

Pro. The hour's now come:

The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey, and be attentive! Can'st thou remember A time before we came unto this cell?

I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast not Out three years old.

Mira. Certainly, sir, I can.

Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that

Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira. Tis far off;

And rather like a dream than an assurance,
That my remembrance warrants: Had I not

Four or five women once, that tended me?、

Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: But how is it, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time?

If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here,

How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.

Mira. But that I do not.

Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood, in its contrary as great

As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
A confidence sans bound. He, being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,

But what my power might else exact, - like one,
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie, - he did believe
He was the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative: - Hence his ambition
Growing, - Dost hear?

Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd
And him he played it for, he needs will be
Absolute Milan: Me, poor man! - my library
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable: confederates

(So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Subject his coronet to the crown, and bend

The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas! poor Milan !)

To most ignoble stooping.

Mira. O, the heavens!

Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me,

Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since, If this might be a brother.

Thy father was the duke of Milan, and

A prince of power.

Mira. I should sin

To think but nobly of my grandmother:

Mira. Sir, are not you my father?

Good wombs have borne bad sons.

Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said - thou wast my daughter; and thy father

Pro. Now the condition.

This king of Naples, being an enemy

Was duke of Milan; and his only heir

To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;

A princess; - no worse issued.

Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises,

Mira. O, the heavens!

Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,

What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Should presently extirpate me and mine

Or blessed was't, we did?

Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,

Pro. Both, both, my girl:

With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon,

By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; A treacherous army levied, one midnight

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle call'd Antonio, I pray thee, mark me, - that a brother should Be so perfidious! - he, whom next thyself Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put The manage of my state; as, at that time, Through all the signiories it was the first, And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Without a parallel; those being all my study, The government I cast upon my brother, And to my state grew stranger, being transported,

I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,

That wrings mine eyes.

Pro. Hear a little further,

And then I'll bring thee to the present business, Which now's upon us; without the which, this story

Were most impertinent.

Mira. Wherefore did they not

That hour destroy us?

Pro. Well demanded, wench;

My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not; And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and cracks

(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but

With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;

Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,

Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea, that roar'd to us; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,

Did us but loving wrong.

Mira. Alack! what trouble

Was I then to you!

Pro. O! a cherubim

Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.

Pro. My brave spirit!

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil

Would not infect his reason?

Ari. Not a soul

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd

Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair,)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.

Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, Pro. Why, that's my spirit!

Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

But was not this nigh shore?

When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt;

Ari. Close by, my master.

Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?

Ari. Not a hair perish'd;

Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me

An undergoing stomach, to bear up

Against what should ensue.

Mira. How came we ashore?

Pro. By Providence divine.

Some food we had, and some fresh water, that

A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity, (who being then appointed
Master of this design,) did give us; with

Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
From my own library, with volumes that

I priz'd above my dukedom.

Mira. 'Would I might

But ever see that man!

On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle:
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left, cooling of the air with sighs,
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot.

Pro. Now I arise:

Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.

Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,

Here in this island we arriv'd; and here

I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet,

Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit

Which I dispers'd, they all have met again;

Than other princes can, that have more time

And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.

Bound sadly home for Naples;

you, sir,

And his great person perish.

Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,

(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason

For raising this sea-storm?

Pro. Knowthus far forth.

By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon

A most auspicious star; whose influence

If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. - Here cease more questions;
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,

And give it way; I know thou can'st not choose. -
[Miranda sleeps.

Approach, my Ariel; come.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:

What is the time o' the day?

Ari. Past the mid season.

Pro. At least two glasses: The time 'twist six and

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd

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