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The Tempest

By Shakespeare, William

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Book Id: WPLBN0000690408
Format Type: PDF eBook
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Reproduction Date: 2005

Title: The Tempest  
Author: Shakespeare, William
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Language: English
Subject: Literature, Literature & thought, Literature & drama
Collections: DjVu Editions Classic Literature
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Publisher: DjVu Editions Classic Literature

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Excerpt
Excerpt: The Tempest; Actus Primus -- Scena Prima -- A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard: Enter a Ship- master, and a Boteswaine. Master. Boteswaine. Botes. Heere Master: What cheere? Mast. Good: Speake to th? Mariners: fall too?t, yarely, or we run our selves a ground, bestirre, bestirre. Exit. Enter Mariners. Botes. Heigh my hearts, cheerely, cheerely my harts: yare, yare: Take in the toppe- sale: Tend to th? Masters whistle: Blow till thou burst thy winde, if roome enough. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinando, Gonzalo, and others. Alon. Good Boteswaine have care: where?s the Ma-ster? Play the men. Botes. I pray now keepe below. Anth. Where is the Master, Boson? Botes. Do you not heare him? you marre our labour, Keepe your Cabines: you do assist the storme. Gonz. Nay, good be patient. Botes. When the Sea is: hence, what cares these roarers for the name of King? to Cabine; silence: trouble us not. Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboord. Botes. None that I more love then my selfe. You are a Counsellor, if you can command these Elements to silence, and worke the peace of the present, wee will not hand a rope more, use your authoritie: If you cannot, give thankes you have liv?d so long, and make your selfe readie in your Cabine for the mischance of the houre, if it so hap. Cheerely good hearts: out of our way I say. Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning marke upon him, his complexion is perfect Gallowes: stand fast good Fate to his hanging, make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our owne doth little advantage: If he be not borne to bee ...

Table of Contents
Table of Contents: The Tempest, 1 -- Actus primus, Scena prima., 1 -- Scena Secunda., 3 -- Actus Secundus. Scoena Prima., 16 -- Scoena Secunda., 24 -- Actus Tertius. Scoena Prima., 28 -- Scoena Secunda., 31 -- Scena Tertia., 34 -- Actus Quartus. Scena Prima., 37 -- Actus quintus: Scoena Prima., 44

 
 



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