_Trinc._ Over-haul your fore-bowling. _Steph._ Brace in the larboard. [_Exit._ _Trinc._ A curse upon this howling, [_A great cry within_.] They are louder than the weather. _Enter_ ANTONIO _and_ GONZALO. Yet again, what do you here? Shall we give over, and drown? Have you a mind to sink? _Gonz._ A pox on your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog. _Trinc._ Work you then, and be poxed. _Anto._ Hang, cur, hang, you whorson insolent noise-maker! We are less afraid to be drowned than you are. _Trinc._ Ease the fore-brace a little. [_Exit._ _Gonz._ I'll warrant him for drowning, though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench. _Enter_ ALONZO _and_ FERDINAND. _Ferd._ For myself I care not, but your loss brings a thousand deaths to me. _Alon._ O name not me, I am grown old, my son; I now am tedious to the world, and that, By use, is so to me: But, Ferdinand, I grieve my subjects' loss in thee: Alas! I suffer justly for my crimes, but why Thou should'st--O heaven! [_A cry within._ Hark! farewell, my son, a long farewell! _Enter_ TRINCALO, MUSTACHO, _and_ VENTOSO. _Trinc._ What, must our mouths be cold then? _Vent._ All's lost. To prayers, to prayers. _Gonz._ The duke and prince are gone within to prayers. Let's assist them. _Must._ Nay, we may e'en pray too, our Case is now alike. _Ant._ Mercy upon us! we split, we split! _Gonz._ Let's all sink with the duke, and the young prince. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ STEPHANO _and_ TRINCALO. _Trinc._ The ship is sinking. [_A new cry within._ _Steph._ Run her ashore! _Trinc._ Luff! luff! or we are all lost! there's a rock upon the starboard-bow. _Steph._ She strikes, she strikes! All shift for themselves. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II.--_In the midst of the shower of fire, the scene changes. The cloudy sky, rocks, and sea vanish; and, when the lights return, discover that beautiful part of the island, which was the habitation of_ PROSPERO: _'Tis composed of three walks of cypress-trees; each side-walk leads to a cave, in one of which_ PROSPERO _keeps his daughter, in the other_ HIPPOLITO: _The middle-walk is of great depth, and leads to an open part of the island_. _Enter_ PROSPERO _and_ MIRANDA. _Prosp._ Miranda, where's your sister? _Mir._ I left her looking from the pointed rock, At the walk's end, on the huge beat of waters. _Prosp._ It is a dreadful object. _Mir._ If by your art, My dearest father, you have put them in This roar, allay them quickly.