4/18/2023 0 Comments The tempest pdfThan Prospero, master of a full poor cell, Of whence I am, nor that I am more better Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, whoĪrt ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing No more amazement: tell your piteous heart It should the good ship so have swallow'd and Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere O, the cry did knockĪgainst my very heart. Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,ĭash'd all to pieces. With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,īut that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. Before PROSPERO'S cell.Įnter PROSPERO and MIRANDA MIRANDA If by your art, my dearest father, you have The wills above be done! but I would fainĮxeunt SCENE II. Though every drop of water swear against itĪ confused noise within: 'Mercy on us!'- 'We split, we split!'-'Farewell, my wife and children!'- 'Farewell, brother!'-'We split, we split, we split!' ANTONIO Let's all sink with the king.Įxeunt ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN GONZALO Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for anĪcre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any This wide-chapp'd rascal-would thou mightst lie drowning GONZALO The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them,ĪNTONIO We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards: No stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as anīoatswain Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off toĮnter Mariners wet Mariners All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! GONZALO I'll warrant him for drowning though the ship were We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. SEBASTIAN A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous,ĪNTONIO Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker! Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er Re-enter Boatswain Boatswain Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! BringĪ cry within A plague upon this howling! they are louder than If he be notīorn to be hanged, our case is miserable. Hanging: make the rope of his destiny our cable,įor our own doth little advantage. Hath no drowning mark upon him his complexion is Cheerly, good hearts! OutĮxit GONZALO I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he Yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of Not hand a rope more use your authority: if youĬannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make Silence, and work the peace of the present, we will You are aĬounsellor if you can command these elements to GONZALO Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.īoatswain None that I more love than myself. Hence! What cares these roarersįor the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not. Where's the master?īoatswain Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep yourīoatswain When the sea is. Blow, till thou burst thy wind,Įnter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO, and others ALONSO Good boatswain, have care. Or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.Įnter Mariners Boatswain Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! Master Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely, On a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.Įnter a Master and a Boatswain Master Boatswain!
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