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Show <Tbe Tewpcjl: Or, Quarter-Mafter, g ^ ^ " ^ . . ^ T,* Turn out, mm out, all hands to Cap.tonn. " ^ is this a time to tap? [Exit Stephana Klgetlicrlad, ["trincalo nvtyr/w. [Exeunt Muftacho and Ventofo. Come heave Lads.' #-t£? % ^ T v w ^ has giyCn way< , fiid a^uTtfeave together Bullyes. , we are fix d again. t> Stcphan0. . , V , CutofftheHaniocks! cut off the Hamocl,, come m y U £ ComeBul. lies, chear up ! heave lulhl>. The Anchor's a peek. T r w . L the Anchor a peek f CU^*hHrau.C^Ha„.Catt,^. Hau.Catt, haul. haul Catt, haul. Below. W Aft, Aft", and loofe the Mifen I l 3 C Get the Mifen-tack aboard. Haul Aft Mifen-fheet! Enter Muftacho. Muft. Loofe the main Top-fail 1 5£ Setretl' .fflgfiS^TiL her right afore the Wind. Aft' Aft! Lads, and hale up the Mifen here. fS jLtoTteSi prt!^e Wind grows fcant, bring the Tack aboard Portt St^boaii ftar-board, a little fteady; now fteady, keep her thus, no nearer you cannot come. ^ ^ ^ Vent. Some hands down : the Guns are loofe. • rF J/venmfo Trine Try the Pump, try the Pump! [£^ Ventofo. £/tfer Muftacho «tf m other door. Muft. O Mafter.' fix foot Water in Hold. &*». Clap the Helm hard aboard! Flat, flat, flat in the Pore-fheat there. Trine. Over-haul your fore-boling. A7#/;. Brace in the Lar-board. L ,. ' Trine. A Curfe upon this howling, • Vgreat cry within They are louder than the weather. [Enter Antonio and Gonzalo Yet again, what do you here! fhall w e give o'er, and drown ? ha you a mind °Gonz. A Pox o'your throat, you bawling, blafphemous, uncharitable Dog. Trine. Work you then. . c c .. Ant. Hang, Cur, hang, you whorfon infolent Noife-maker, w e are lefs afraid to be drown'd than thou art. . Trine. Brace off the Fore-yard. [Exit. Gonz. I'll warrant him for drowning, though the Ship were no ftronger than a Nut-fhel, and as leaky as an unftanch'd Wench. Enter Alonzo and Ferdinand. Ferd. For m y felf I care not, but your lots brings a thoufand Deaths to me. Alonzo. 0 name not me, I am grown old, m y Son; I n ow a m tedious to the World, and that, by ufe, is fo to m e : but, Ferdinand, I grieve m y fubjects lots in thee: Alas! I fuffer juftly for m y Crimes, but w h y thou mouldft O Heaven/ Hark, farewel m y Son / a long farewel / [^ cry within. Ferd. Some lucky Plank, when w e are loft by Shipwrack, waft hither, and fubmit it felf beneath you. Your Bleffing, and I die contented. [Embrace and Exeunt. Enter Trincalo, Muftacho, and Ventofo. Trine. What muft our Mouths be cold then ? Vent. All's loft. T o Prayers, to Prayers. Gonz. 1 he Duke and Prince are gone within to Prayers. Let's affift them. Muft. Nay, we may e'en pray too; our cafe is n o w alike. Ant. W e are mearly cl f our lives by Drunkards. This - - -' • • ' - •• •- - - - - • rimn- „ The Enchanted ljland. 231 This wide chopt Rafcal: would thou might'ft lye drowning The long wafhing of ten Tides. [Exeunt Trincalo, Muftacho, and Ventofo. Gonz. He'll be hang'd yet, though every drop of Water fwears againft it; n ow would I give ten thoufand Furlongs of Sea for one Acre of barren ground, Long-heath, Broom-furs, or any thing. The Wills above be done, but I would tain dye a dry death. [A confufed noife within. Ant. Mercy upon us! w e fplit, w e fplit. Gonz. Let's all fink with tie Duke, and the young Prince. [Exeunt. Enter Stephano, Trincalo. Trine. T h e Ship is finking. [A new cry within. Steph. R u n her afhore ! Trine. Luffe ! lutte! or w e are all loft! there's a Rock upon the Star-board Bow. Steph. She ftrikes, fhe ftrikes! All fhift for themfelves. [Exeunt. Enter Profpero and Miranda. Profp. Miranda! where's your Sifter ? Mir. I left her looking from the pointed Rock, at the Walks end, on the huge beat of Waters. Profp. It is a dreadful object. Mir. If by your Art, m y deareft Father, you have put them in this roar, allay 'em quickly. Had I been any God of Power, I would have funk the Sea into the Earth, before it fhould the Veffel fo have fwallowed. Profp. Collect your felf, and tell your piteous heart, There's no harm done. Mir. O woe the day ! Profp. There is no harm: I have done nothing but in care of thee, M y Daughter, and thy pretty Sifter: You both are ignorant of what you are, Not knowing whence I am, nor that I'm more Than Profpero, Mafter of a narrow Cell, And thy unhappy Father. Mir. I ne'er indeavour'd to know more than you were pleas'd to tell me. Profp. I fhould inform thee farther: wipe thou thine Eyes, have comfort; the direful Spectacle of the W^rack, which touch'd the very virtue of compaffion in thee, I have with fuch a pity fafely order'd, that not one Creature in the Ship is loft. Mir. You often, Sir, began to tell m e what I am, But then you ftopt. Profp. The hour's n o w come; Obey, and be attentive, Canft thou remember a time before w e came into this Cell ? I do not think thou canft, for then thou wert not full three years old. Mir. Certainly I can, Sir. Profp. Tell m e the Image then of any thing which thou doft keep in thy remembrance ftill. Mir. Sir, had I not four or five W o m e n once that tended m e ? Profp. Thou hadft, and more, Miranda: what fee'ft thou elfe in the dark back-ward, and abyfs of Time ? If thou remembreft ought e'er thou cam'it here, then, h o w thou cam'ft thou may'ft remember too. Mir. Sir, that I do not. Profp. Fifteen Years fince, Miranda, thy Father was the Duke of Millan, and a Prince of Power. Mir. Sir, are not you m y Father ? Profp. T h y Mother was all Virtue, and fhe faid, thou waft m y Daughter, and thy Sifter too. Mir. O Heavens ! what foul play had we, that w e hither came, ot was't a a Bleffing that w e did ? Profp. Both, both, m y Girl. Mir. H o w m y heart bleeds to think what you have fuffer'd. But, Sir, I pray proceed. Profp. M y Brother, (mdaon'fatg et hofu matyt eSntda tme,e wCh haiinlledd t?Ih) wy aUsn cwlrea,p 'cadl lw'di tAhn tfoecnrieGot, Sgtt uod wiehso: mT Ih attru fftalefde t MUhinecnrl t,eh e |