The Tempest
By William Shakespeare.
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Dramatis Personae
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Alonso, King of Naples
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Sebastian, his brother
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Prospero, the right Duke of Milan
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Antonio, his brother, the usurping Duke of Milan
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Ferdinand, son to the King of Naples
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Gonzalo, an honest old counsellor
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Adrian, lord
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Francisco, lord
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Caliban, a savage and deformed slave
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Trinculo, a jester
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Stephano, a drunken butler
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Master of a ship
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Boatswain
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Mariners
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Miranda, daughter to Prospero
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Ariel, an airy spirit
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Iris, presented by spirits
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Ceres, presented by spirits
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Juno, presented by spirits
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Nymphs, presented by spirits
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Reapers, presented by spirits
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Other spirits attending on Prospero
Scene: A ship at sea: an island.
The Tempest
Act I
Scene I
On a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.
Enter a Ship-Master and a Boatswain. | |
Master | Boatswain! |
Boatswain | Here, master: what cheer? |
Master | Good, speak to the mariners: fall to’t, yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. Exit. |
Enter Mariners. | |
Boatswain | Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the master’s whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! |
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo, and others. | |
Alonso | Good boatswain, have care. Where’s the master? Play the men. |
Boatswain | I pray now, keep below. |
Antonio | Where is the master, boatswain? |
Boatswain | Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. |
Gonzalo | Nay, good, be patient. |
Boatswain | When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not. |
Gonzalo | Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard. |
Boatswain | 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. Exit. |
Gonzalo | 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 his 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. Exeunt. |
Re-enter Boatswain. | |
Boatswain | Down with the topmast! 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 again! what do you here? Shall we give o’er and drown? Have you a mind to sink? | |
Sebastian | A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog! |
Boatswain | Work you then. |
Antonio | Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. |
Gonzalo | I’ll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an unstanched wench. |
Boatswain | Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off to sea again; lay her off. |
Enter Mariners wet. | |
Mariners | All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! |
Boatswain | What, must our mouths be cold? |
Gonzalo |
The king and prince at prayers! let’s assist them, |
Sebastian | I’m out of patience. |
Antonio |
We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards: |
Gonzalo |
He’ll be hang’d yet, |
A confused noise within: “Mercy on us!” |
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Antonio | Let’s all sink with the king. |
Sebastian | Let’s take leave of him. Exeunt Antonio and Sebastian. |
Gonzalo | 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. Exeunt. |
Scene II
The island. Before Prospero’s cell.
Enter Prospero and Miranda. | |
Miranda |
If by your art, my dearest father, you have |
Prospero |
Be collected: |