THE SEVEN AGES OF MAN.
And then, the LOVER;

Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth:

With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side;
His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in its sound:

and mere oblivion; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.

FRANCISCO,Lords.

CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave.
TRINCULO, a Jester.

Spirits.

JUNO,

Nymphs,

Reapers,

Other Spirits attending on Prosperò.

Sceue-The Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an uninhabited Island.

ACT I.

SCENE 1. On a Ship at Sen.

A Storm, with Thunder and Lightning.
Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain.

Mast. Boatswain,

Bouts. Here, master: what cheer? Mast. Good: speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Erit

Enter Mariners.

Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hea to; yare, yare: Take in the top-stil; Tend to the master's whistle-Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!

Enter Alonzo, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand,
Gonzalo, and others.

Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.

Boats. I pray now, keep below.

Boats. Work you, then.

Ant. Hang, eir, hang! yon whoreson, insolent nose-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an instanched wench.

Boats. Ly her a-hold, a-hold; set her two
courses; off to sea agu, lay her off.
Enter Mariners, wel.

Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
[Exeunt.

Bonts. What, must our mouths be coll?
Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us
assist them,

For our case is as theirs.

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

This wide-chopped rascal-Would, thou
might'st he drowning,
The washing of ten tides!
Gon
He'll be hanged yet;
In-Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at wid'st to glut him.

Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ?
Bonts. Do you not hear him? You mar our
bour; keep your cabins: you do assist the stora.
Gun. Nay, good, be patient.

A confused noise within. Mercy on us!We Boats. When the sea is Hence! What care split, we split !-Farewell, my wife and children! hese roarers for the name of king? To cabin:-Farewell, brother -We split, we split, we split.

silence: trouble is not.

Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboant.

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 will not hand a rope more; se 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 Bu hap-Cheerly, good hearts-Out of our way | Erit Gon. 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.

I say.

Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the topmast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course. A cry within. A plague on 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? Seo. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blas phemous, uncharitable dog 1

Ant. Let's all sink with the king. (Erit Seb. Let's take leave of him. Erit 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. [Ezit

SCENE 11.

The Island, before the Cell of Prospero. Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you Enter Prospero and Miranda.

have

Pat the wild waters in this roar, allay them;
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking
pitch,

Bat that the sea, monnting to the welkin's cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O, have suffer'd
With those that 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 swallowed, and
The freighting souls within her.
Be collected
Pro.
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done.
Mira.
O, wo the day!