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    Shakespeare's Comedy of The Tempest
    Shakespeare's Comedy of The Tempest
    Shakespeare's Comedy of The Tempest
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    Shakespeare's Comedy of The Tempest

    By William Shakespeare

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    The Tempest is a play by William Shakespeare, believed to have been written in 1610–11, and thought by many critics to be the last play that Shakespeare wrote alone. It is set on a remote island, where the sorcerer Prospero, rightful Duke of Milan, plots to restore his daughter Miranda to her rightful place using illusion and skilful manipulation. He conjures up a storm, the eponymous tempest, to lure his usurping brother Antonio and the complicit King Alonso of Naples to the island. There, his machinations bring about the revelation of Antonio's lowly nature, the redemption of the King, and the marriage of Miranda to Alonso's son, Ferdinand.
    LanguageEnglish
    Publisheranboco
    Release dateAug 27, 2016
    ISBN9783736409804
    Shakespeare's Comedy of The Tempest
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    William Shakespeare

    William Shakespeare is widely regarded as the greatest playwright the world has seen. He produced an astonishing amount of work; 37 plays, 154 sonnets, and 5 poems. He died on 23rd April 1616, aged 52, and was buried in the Holy Trinity Church, Stratford.

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      Shakespeare's Comedy of The Tempest - William Shakespeare

      EPILOGUE

      William Shakespeare

      THE TEMPEST

      Prospero: 'Here in this island we arrived' 

      Illustrations by Edmund Dulac

      DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

      Scene—A ship at Sea: an island.

      ACT I

      SCENE I

      On a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.

      Enter a Ship-Master and a Boatswain.

      Mast. Boatswain!

      Boats. Here, master: what cheer?

      Mast. Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.

      [Exit.

      Enter Mariners.

      Boats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!

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

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

      Boats. I pray now, keep below.

      Ant. Where is the master, boatswain?

      Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.

      Gon. Nay, good, be patient.

      Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What cares 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 will 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.

      [Exit.

      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.

      Re-enter Boatswain.

      Boats. Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring her to try with main-course. [A cry within.] A plague upon 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?

      Seb. A plague o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog!

      Boats. Work you then.

      Ant. Hang, cur! hang, you insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

      Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell.

      Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses; off to sea again; lay her off.

      Prospero: 'I have done nothing but in care of thee' (page 11).

      Enter Mariners wet.

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

      Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?

      Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them,

      For our case is as theirs.

      Seb. I'm out of patience.

      Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:

      This wide-chapp'd rascal—would thou mightst lie drowning

      The washing of ten tides!

      Gon. He'll be hang'd yet,

      Though every drop of water swear against it

      And gape at widest to glut him.

      [A confused noise within:—'Mercy on us!'— 'We split, we split!'—'Farewell my wife and children!'— 'Farewell, brother!'—'We split, we split, we split!']

      Ant. Let's all sink with the king.

      Seb. Let's take leave of him.

      [Exeunt Antonio and Sebastian.

      Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, ling, heath, broom, furze, any thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.

      [Exeunt.

      SCENE II

      The island. Before Prospero's cell.

      Enter Prospero and Miranda.

      Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have

      Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.

      The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,

      But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,

      Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered

      With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,

      Who had no doubt some noble creature 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 ere

      It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and

      The fraughting souls within her.

      Pros. Be collected:

      No more amazement: tell your piteous heart

      There's no harm done.

      Mir. O, woe the day!

      Pros. No harm.

      I have done nothing but in care of thee,

      Of thee, my

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