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THE TEMPEST `
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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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Lords `
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ADRIAN `
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FRANCISCO `
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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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Spirits `
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IRIS `
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CERES `
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JUNO `
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NYMPHS `
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REAPERS `
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Other Spirits attending on Prospero `
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SCENE: `
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A ship at sea; afterwards an uninhabited island `
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THE TEMPEST `
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ACT I. SCENE 1 `
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On a ship at sea; a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning `
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heard `
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Enter a SHIPMASTER and a BOATSWAIN `
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MASTER. Boatswain! `
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BOATSWAIN. Here, master; what cheer? `
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MASTER. Good! Speak to th' mariners; fall to't yarely, or `
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we run ourselves aground; bestir, bestir. Exit `
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Enter MARINERS `
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BOATSWAIN. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! `
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yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to th' master's `
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whistle. Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room enough. `
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Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND `
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GONZALO, and OTHERS `
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ALONSO. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? `
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Play the men. `
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BOATSWAIN. I pray now, keep below. `
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ANTONIO. Where is the master, boson? `
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BOATSWAIN. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour; `
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keep your cabins; you do assist the storm. `
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GONZALO. Nay, good, be patient. `
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BOATSWAIN. When the sea is. Hence! What cares these `
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roarers for the name of king? To cabin! silence! Trouble `
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us not. `
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GONZALO. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard. `
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BOATSWAIN. None that I more love than myself. You are `
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counsellor; if you can command these elements to `
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silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not `
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hand a rope more. Use your authority; if you cannot, give `
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thanks you have liv'd so long, and make yourself ready `
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in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so `
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hap.-Cheerly, good hearts!-Out of our way, I say. `
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Exit `
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GONZALO. I have great comfort from this fellow. Methinks `
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he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is `
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perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his hanging; `
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make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth `
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little advantage. If he be not born to be hang'd, our `
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case is miserable. Exeunt `
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Re-enter BOATSWAIN `
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BOATSWAIN. Down with the topmast. Yare, lower, lower! `
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Bring her to try wi' th' maincourse. [A cry within] A `
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plague upon this howling! They are louder than the `
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weather or our office. `
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Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO `
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Yet again! What do you here? Shall we give o'er, and `
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drown? Have you a mind to sink? `
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SEBASTIAN. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, `
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incharitable dog! `
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BOATSWAIN. Work you, then. `
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ANTONIO. Hang, cur; hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker; `
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we are less afraid to be drown'd than thou art. `
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GONZALO. I'll warrant him for drowning, though the ship were `
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no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky as an unstanched `
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wench. `
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BOATSWAIN. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off `
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to sea again; lay her off. `
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Enter MARINERS, Wet `
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MARINERS. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! `
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Exeunt `
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BOATSWAIN. What, must our mouths be cold? `
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GONZALO. The King and Prince at prayers! `
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Let's assist them, `
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For our case is as theirs. `
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SEBASTIAN. I am out of patience. `
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ANTONIO. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. `
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This wide-chopp'd rascal-would thou mightst lie drowning `
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The washing of ten tides! `
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GONZALO. He'll be hang'd yet, `
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Though every drop of water swear against it, `
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And gape at wid'st to glut him. `
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[A confused noise within: Mercy on us! `
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We split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children! `
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Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we split!] `
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ANTONIO. Let's all sink wi' th' King. `
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SEBASTIAN. Let's take leave of him. `
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Exeunt ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN `
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GONZALO. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for `
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an acre of barren ground-long heath, brown furze, any `
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thing. The wills above be done, but I would fain die `
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dry death. Exeunt `
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SCENE 2 `
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The Island. Before PROSPERO'S cell `
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Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA `
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MIRANDA. If by your art, my dearest father, you have `
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Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. `
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The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, `
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But that the sea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek, `
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Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered `
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With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel, `
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Who had no doubt some noble creature in her, `
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Dash'd all to pieces! O, the cry did knock `
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Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perish'd. `
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Had I been any god of power, I would `
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Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere `
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It should the good ship so have swallow'd and `
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The fraughting souls within her. `
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PROSPERO. Be conected; `
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No more amazement; tell your piteous heart `
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There's no harm done. `
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MIRANDA. O, woe the day! `
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PROSPERO. No harm. `
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I have done nothing but in care of thee, `
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Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who `
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Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing `
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Of whence I am, nor that I am more better `
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Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, `
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And thy no greater father. `
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MIRANDA. More to know `
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Did never meddle with my thoughts. `
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PROSPERO. 'Tis time `
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I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, `
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And pluck my magic garment from me. So, `
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[Lays down his mantle] `
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Lie there my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. `
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The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd `
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The very virtue of compassion in thee, `
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I have with such provision in mine art `
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So safely ordered that there is no soul- `
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No, not so much perdition as an hair `
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Betid to any creature in the vessel `
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Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. `
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Sit down, for thou must now know farther. `
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MIRANDA. You have often `
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Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd, `
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And left me to a bootless inquisition, `
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Concluding 'Stay; not yet.' `
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PROSPERO. The hour's now come; `
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The very minute bids thee ope thine ear. `
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Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember `
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A time before we came unto this cell? `
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I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not `
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Out three years old. `
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MIRANDA. Certainly, sir, I can. `
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