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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
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Leipsic, March 2, 1824.
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,
Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Ant. Where is the master, boatswain?
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noisemaker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thon art. Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; tho' the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstaunched wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off.
Enter Mariners wet.
Mar.All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [Exeunt.
Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.
This wide-chapped rascal; 'Would thou might'st
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.
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 way, I say.
[A confused noise within.] - Mercy on us! - We split,
SCENE II. - The Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO.
Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have [Exit. Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: me- The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, thinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; his com-But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, plexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered nis hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, With those I saw suffer! a brave vessel, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt. Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd. Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; Had I been any god of power, I would bing her to try with main-course.- [A cry within.]-Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and weather, or our office.
The freighting souls within her.
Pro. Be collected;
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
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
Mira. More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Dost thou attend me?
Mira. Sir, most heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits,
The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd them,.
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
Mira. O, good sir, I do.
I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
For thon must now know further.
Mira. You have often
Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd,
Pro. The hour's now come:
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast not
Mira. Certainly, sir, I can.
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person?
Mira. 'Tis far off;
And rather like a dream than an assurance,
If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here,
Mira. But that I do not.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
Like a good parent, did beget of him
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
To credit his own lie, - he did believe
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
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. Sir, are not you my father?
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father Was duke of Milan; and his only heir
A princess; -no worse issued.
Mira. O, the heavens!
Mira. I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Pro. Now the condition.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Should presently extirpate me and mine
Pro. Both, both, my girl:
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; A treacherous army levied, one midnight
But blessedly holp hither.
Mira. O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, further.
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
Mira. Alack, for pity!
I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Pro. Hear a little further,
And then I'll bring thee to the present business,
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
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
Mira. Alack! what trouble
Pro. O a cherubim
Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile,
When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt;
Mira. How came we ashore?
Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
Out of his charity, (who being then appointed
But ever see that man!
Pro. Now I arise:
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason
Pro. Know thus far forth.
By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
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
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd,
Ari. Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:
Ari. Past the mid season.
Pro. At least two glasses: The time 'twixt six and
Ari. My liberty.
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Approach, my Ariel; come.
Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds: to thy strong bidding task Ariel, and all his quality.
Pro. Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou did'st proTo bate me a full year.
Pro. Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
Pro. Thou dost: and think'st
It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep;
Ari. I do not, sir.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and envy, Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
Ari. No, sir.
Pro. Thou hast: Where was she born? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier.
Pro. O, was she so? I must,
Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,
And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave,
Ari. Yes; Caliban, her son.
Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Could not again undo; it was mine art,
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape The pine, and let thee out.
Ari. I thank thee, master.
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them.
Cal. I must eat my dinner.
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Water with berries in't; and teach me how
Pro. Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us'd thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child.
Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done!
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
Ari. Pardon, master:
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.
Pro. Do so; and after two days
I will discharge thee..
Ari. That's my noble master!
What shall I do? say what? what shall I do?
[Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well: Awake!
Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness on me.
Pro. Shake it off: Come on;
We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on.
Pro. But, as 'tis,
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within.
Re-enter AKIEL, like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
This isle with Calibans.
Pro. Abhorred slave;