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 advan A tage. If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt. 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 pox of your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog! Boats. Work you then. Ant. Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, 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 and as leaky as an unstanched wench. Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off to sea again; lay her off. Enter Mariners wet. He'll be hang'd yet, Though every drop of water swear against it And gape at widest to glut him. 60 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 Ant. and Seb. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown 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 cre 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. Pros. O, woe the day! ΙΟ No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Of whence I am, nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father. Mir. More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. 'Tis time 20 Pros. I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me. So: [Lays down his mantle. Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd For thou must now know farther. 30 You have often Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd And left me to a bootless inquisition, Concluding Stay: not yet.' Pros. The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell? I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not 40 Out three years o'd. Mir. Certainly, sir, I can. Pros. By what? by any other house or person? Of any thing the image tell me that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mir. 'Tis far off, And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants. Had I not Four or five women once that tended me? 50 how is it Thy father was the Duke of Milan and Mir. Pros. But blessedly holp hither. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther. 70 Pr. My brother and thy uncle, call'd AntonioI pray thee, mark me-that a brother should Be so perfidious!-he whom next thyself Of all the world I loved, and to him put The manage of my state; as at that time Through all the signories it was the first And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed In dignity, and for the liberal arts Without a parallel; those being all my study, The government I cast upon my brother And to my state grew stranger, being transported And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleDost thou attend me? Mir. Sir, most heedfully. Pros. Being once perfected how to grant suits How to deny them, who to advance and who 80 To trash for over-topping, new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em, Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key not. Mir. O, good sir, I do. I pray thee, mark me. 100 He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution, Pros. 120 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 honors 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, 130 The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me and thy crying self. Mir. Alack, for pity! I, not remembering how I cried out then, Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint That wrings mine eyes to't. Pros. Hear a little further So dear the love my people bore me, nor set Pres. Alack, what trouble O, a cherubin Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me Mir. How came we ashore? Out of his charity, being then appointed Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me But ever see that man! Pros. Now I arise: [Resumes his mantle. Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. 170 Here in this island we arrived; and here Have I,thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Than other princesses can that have more time For vainer hours and tutors not so careful. Mir, Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir, For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason For raising this sea-storm? Pros. Know thus far forth, A most auspicious star, whose influence Come away, servant, come. Enter ARIEL. Art. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, 190 On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task Ariel and all his quality. Pros. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, 201 O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Ari. When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt, Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel, Then all afire with me: the King's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring,-then like reeds, not hair, Ari. Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is Safely in harbor 221 230 Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Pros. Past the mid season. Pros. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now 240 Must by us both be spent most preciously. Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promised, How now ? moody? Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst Ari Of the salt deep, Pros. Thou hast. speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pros. Where was she born? 200 O, was she so? I must Once in a month recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible Pros. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought 280 As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this Yes, Caliban her son. 290 Pros. 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 arrived and heard thee, that made gape The pine and let thee out. Ari. I thank thee, master. Pros. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an And peg thee in his knotty entrails till [oak Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Ari. Pardon, master; I will be correspondent to command Do so, and after two days To no sight but thine and mine, invisible Pros. Thou dost, and think'st it much to Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept To run upon the sharp wind of the North, To do me business in the veins o' the earth When it is baked with frost. Ar. Pros. I do not, sir. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy Ari. No, sir. 310 That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban! Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within. Pres. Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee: Come, thou tortoise! when? Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph. Ari. Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Enter CALIBAN. 320 Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confined into this rock, 361 Who hadst deserved more than a prison. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you For learning me your language! Pros. Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps, Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar 370 That beasts shall tremble at thy din. Cal No, pray thee. [A side] must obey: his art is of such power, It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him. Fer. The strain of strutting chanticleer Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth? It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits upon |