To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
And suck'd my verdure out on 't.-Thou attend st
I pray thee, mark me.
[nt:

O good sir, I do.

Mira
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedi ate
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being so retired,
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother
Awak'd an evil nature and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood, in its contrary as great

As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact,-like one,
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie,-he did believe

He was indeed the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition
Growing,-Dost hear?

Mira.

Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd, And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan: Me, poor man!--my library Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable: confederates (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, To give nim annual tribute, do him homage; Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan!) To most ignoble stooping.

Mira.

O the heavens !

To think but nobly of my grandmother :
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Pro.

[me,

Now the condition. This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises,Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,Should presently extirpate me and mine Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon, A treacherous army levied, one midnight Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open

The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, l'he ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me, and thy crying self.

Mira.

Alack, for pity!

1, not rememb'ring how I cry'd out then, Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint,

That wrings mine eyes to 't.

Pro.

Hear a little farther, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which, this story Were most impertinent.

Mira.

That hour destroy us?

Pro.

Wherefore did they not

Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not; (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set A mark so bloody on the business; but

Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Here in this island we arrived; and here
Have I thv schoolmaster made thee more pront
Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. [you, sir,
Mira. Heavens thank you for 't! And now, I pray
(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason
For raising this sea-storm?

Pro.
Know thus far forth.-
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon

A most auspicious star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop.-Here cease more questions;
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way;-I know thou can'st not choose.
[MIRANDA sleeps
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;
Approach, my Ariel; come.

Safely in harbour

Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet,
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples;

Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great person perish.

Pro.

Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work : What is the time o' the day? Ari.

Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses: The time 'twixt six and Must by us both be spent most preciously. [now, Ari. Is there more toil ?-Since thou dost give me pains,

Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro.
What is't thou can'st demand?
Ari.

How now moody?

My liberty. Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Ari. pray thee Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst proTo bate me a full year. [mise

Pro.

Dost thou forget

No.

From what a torment I did free thee'

Ari.

Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did,
They would not take her life: Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, sir.

[child,

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with
And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant:
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou did'st painfully remain

A dozen years; within which space she died,
And left thee there; where thou did'st vent thy groans,
As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island,
(Save for the son that she did litter here,

A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with
A human shape.

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. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, 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.

I will discharge thee.

Ari.

Do so; and after two days

That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Pro. Go, make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea; Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.

[Eait ARIEL. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me.

Pro.

We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Yields us a kind answer.
Mira.

Shake it off; Come on,

'Tis a villain, sı,

But, as 'tis,

I do not love to look on.

Pro.
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices
That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for
Come forth, thou tortoise! when?
[thee:

Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.

Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er.

[cramps, Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have breath up; urchins Side-stitches that shall pen thy 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, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st Water with berries in 't; and teach me how [give me To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; Cursed be I that I did so!-All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me In this hard rock, while you do keep from me The rest of the island.

Pro.

Thou most lying slave, [thee, Wnom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us'd Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell, till thou did'st seek to violate The honour of my child.

Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! Thou did'st prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans.

Pro.

Abhorred slave; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other: when thou did'st not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known: But thy vile race, Though thou did'st learn, had that in 't which good

natures

ARIEL'S Song.

Come unto hese yellow sands,

And then take hands:

ARIEL sings.

Full fathom five thy father lies:
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls, that were his eyes :
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :

Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell.
[Burden, ding dong.

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father :This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me. Pro. The fringed curtain of thine eye advance And say, what thou seest yond'.

Mira.

What is 't? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form :-But 'tis a spirit. Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath

such senses

As we have, such : This gallant, which thou seest,
Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd
With grief-that's beauty canker-thou might'st call
A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find them.

Mira.

[him

I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Pro.

It goes on, I see, [Aside. As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free Within two days for this.

[thee

Fer. Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe, my prayer May know, if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give, How I may bear me here: My prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder ! If you be maid or no?

Mira.

But, certainly a maid.

Fer.

No wonder, sır;

My language ! heavens I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Pro.

How! the best?

What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples: He does hear me ; And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples, Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd.

Mira.

Alack, for mercy!

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of And his brave son, being twain. [Milan, Pro. The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control thee, If now 'twere fit to do 't :-At the first sight [Aside. They have chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good sir; I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father To be inclin'd my way! O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples. Pro.

Fer.

Soft, sir; one word more.They are both in either's powers; but this swift

business

[Aside. I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light. One word more; I charge That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp [thee, The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself Upon this island, as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on't.

SCENE I.-Another part of the Island.

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZAL), ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.

Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause (So have we all) of joy; for our escape

Is much beyond our loss: Our hint of woe
Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,
The masters of some merchant, and the merchaut,
Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle,
I mean our preservation, few in millions
Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort.