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Then all afire with me: the King's son, Ferdi- Pros. Thou hast. Where was she born? nand,

speak; tell me. With hair up-staring,—then like reeds, not Ari Sir, in Argier. hair,


O, was she so? I must Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is Once in a month recount what thou hast been, And all the devils are here.'

(empty, which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch SyPros.

Why that's my spint! corax, But was not this nigh shore ?

For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible Ari

Close by, my master. To enter human hearing, from Argier, (did Pros. But are they, Ariel, safe?

Thou know'st, was banishd; for one thing she Ari

Not a hair perish'd; | They would not take her life. Is not this true? On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Ari. Ay, sir. But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me, Pros. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle. with child

(slave, The king's son have I landed by himself; And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant; In an odd angle of the isle and sitting,

And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate His arms in this sad knot.

To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Ps.

Of the king's ship Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, The mariners say how thou hast disposed By help of her more potent ministers And all the rest o' the fleet.

And in her most unmitigable rage, Ari

Safely in harbor Into a cloven pine; within which rift Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Imprison'd thou didst painfully remain Thou call

dst me up at inidnight to fetch dew A dozen years; within which space she died From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid: And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy The mariners all under hatches stow'd; 230 groans

280 Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labor, As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet Save for the son that she did litter here, (islandWhich I dispersed, they all have met again A freckled whelp hag-born--not honor'd with And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

A human shape. Bound sadly home for Naples,

Ari Yes, Caliban her son, Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd Pros. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban And his great person perish.

Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st Pros.

Ariel, thy charge What torment I did find thee in; thy groans Exactly is perform’d: but there's more work. Did make wolves howland penetrate the breasts What is the time o' the day?

Of ever angry bears: it was a torment Ari.

Past the mid season. To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax 290 Pros. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt Could not again undo; it was mine art, six and now

240 When I arrived and heard thce, that made gape Must by us both be spent most preciously. The pine and let thee out. dri Is there inore toil? Since thou dost Ari.

I thank thee, master, give me pains,

Pros. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an Let me remember thee what thou hast promised, And peg thee in his knotty entrails till (oak Which is not yet perform d me.

Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters,
How now? moody? dri,

Pardon, master; What is't thou canst demand?

I will be correspondent to command Ari.

My liberty. And do my spiriting gently. Pros. Before the time be out: no more!


Do so, and after two days Ari

I prithee, I will discharge thee. Remember I have done thee worthy service; Ari.

That's my noble master! Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, What shall I do? say what; what shall I do? 300 served

Pros. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the Without or grudge or grumblings : thou didst sea: be subject To bate me a full year.

(promisc To no sight but thine and mine, invisible Pros

Dost thou forget 250 To every eyeball else. Go take this shape From what a torment I did free thee?

And hither come in't; go, hence with diligence ! dri. No.

[Erii Ariel. Pres. Thou dost, and think'st it much to Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept tread the ooze


(well; Of the salt deep,

Mlir. The strangeness


your story put To run upon the sharp wind of the North, Heaviness in me. To do me business in the veins o' the earth


Shake it off When it is baked with frost.

We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never Arz.

I do not, sir.

Yields us kind answer. Pros Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast Mir.

'Tis a villain, sir, thou forgot

I do not love to look on. The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy Pros.

But, as 'tis,

310 Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? We cannot miss him : he does make our fire, Ari. No, sir.

Fetch in our wood and serves in offices

Come on;

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That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban! Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Thou earth, thou! speak.

Deservedly confined into this rock, 361 Col. Within There's wood enough within. Who hadst deserved more than a prison. Pros. Come forth, I say! there's other busi- Cal. You taught me language; and my ness for thee:

profit on't Come, thou tortoise! when ?

Is, I know how to curse. The red plaguerid you

For learning me your language! Re-erter ARIEL, like a water-nymph.


Hag-seed, hence! Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,

Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best, Hark in thine ear.

To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? My lord, it shall be done. (Exit. If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly Pres. Thou poisonous slave, got by the What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps, devil himself

Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar 370 Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! 320 That beasts shall tremble at thy din.


No, pray thee. Enter CALIBAN.

(A side) i must obey: his art is of such power, Cal. As wicked dew ase'er my mother brush'd it would control my dam's god, Setebos, With raven's feather from unwholesome fen And make a vassal of him. Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye Pros. So, slave; hence! (Exit Caliban. And blister you all o'er ! Pros. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt

Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singhave cramps,

ing ; FERDINAND foliowing. Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins

ARIEL's song:
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd

Come unto these yellow sands,
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more sting-

And then take hands: Than bees that made 'em.

Courtsied when you have and kiss'd, Cal. I must eat my dinner. 330

The wild waves whist, This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,

Foot it featly here and there; Which thou takest from me. When thou camest

And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear. first,

Burthen (dispersedly). Hark, hark! Thou strokedst me and madest much of me,

Bow-wow. wouldst give me

The watch-dogs bark: Water with berries in't, and teach me how


Ari To name the bigger light, and how the less,

Hark, hark! I hear That burn by day and night; and then I loved

The strain of strutting chanticleer thee,

Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow. And show'd thee all the qualities o’ the isle,

Fer, The fresh-springs, brine-pits, barren place and

Where should this music be? i' the air fertile :

or the earth? Cursed be I that did so! All the charms

It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits upon Or Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!

Some god o' the island. Sitting on a bank, For I am all the subjects that you have,

Weeping again the king my father's wreck, 390

341 Which first was mine own king: and here

This music crept by me upon the waters, you

Allaying both their fury and my passsion sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, The rest o' the island.

Or it hath drawn me rather.

But 'tis gone : Pros. Thou most lying slave,

No, it begins again, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,

ARIEL sings. Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged Full fathom five thy father lies; thee

Of his bones are coral made; In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate Those are pearls that were his eyes: The honor of my child.

Nothing of him that doth fade
Cal. O ho, o ho! would't had been done!

But doth suffer a sea-change
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else 350 Into something rich and strange.
This isle with Calibans.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Abhorred slave,

Burthen, Ding-dong.
Which any print of goodness wilt not take, Ari. Hark! now I hear them,-Ding-dong, bell.
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Took pains to make thee spcak, taught thee each Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd

father. One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, This is no mortal business, nor no sound Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble That the earth owes. I hear it now above me. like

Pros. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes, And say what thou seest yond. With words that made them known. But thy vile Wir.

What is't? a spirit? (good natures Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, 413 Though thou didst learn, had that in't which I It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.

400 say,


Pros. No, wench: it eats and sleeps and hath I'll manacle thy neck and feet together; 461 such senses

Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest The fresh-brook mussels, wither'd roots and Was in the wreck; and, but he's something husks stain'd

(call him

Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mightst Fer.

A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows, I will resist such entertainment till
And strays about to find 'em.

Mine enemy has more power.
I might call him

(Draws, and is charmed from moving. A thing divine, for nothing natural


() dear father, I ever saw so noble.

Make not too rash a trial of him, for
Fros. (d sile] It goes on,


He's gentle and not fearful.
As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll Pros.

What! I free thee

420 My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor; Within two days for this.

Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy For. Most sure, the goddess conscience

470 On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward, May know if you remain upon this island; For I can here disarm thee with this stick And that you will some good instruction give And make thy weapon drop. How I may bear me here: my prime request, Mir.


you, father. Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! Pros. Hence! hang not on my garments. If you be maid or no ?


Sir, have pity; Mir. No wonder, sir;

I'll be his surety. But certainly a maid.


Silence ! one word more Feri

My language! heavens ! Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! I am the best of them that speak this specch, An advocate for an impostor! Hush ! [he, Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as Pros.

How? the best? 430 Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench! What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee? To the most of men this is a Calibən, 480

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders And they to him are angels. To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me; ilir.

My affections And that he does I weep: myself am Naples, Are then most humble! I have no ambition Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld To see a goodlier man. The king my father wreck'd.


Come on; obey: Mir.

Alack, for mercy! Thy nerves are in their infancy again Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke And have no vigor in them. of Milan


So they are: And his brave son being twain.

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. Pros.

(A side] The Duke of Milan My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, And his more braver daughter could control thee, The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight 440 threats, They have changed eyes.

Delicate Ariel, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, I'll set thee free for this. (To Fer.) A word, Might I but through my prison once a day 490 good sir;

(word. Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a Let liberty make use of; space enough

Mir. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Have I in such a prison. Is the third man that e'er I saw,

the first

Pros. (side) It works. (To Fer.) Come on. That e er I sigh'd for: pity move my father Thou hast done well, fine Ariel ! [To For.) To be inclined my way!

Follow me.
O, if a virgin,

(To Ari.) Hark what thou else shalt do me. And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Wir.

Be of comfort; The Queen of Naples.

My father's of a better nature, sir, Pros.

Soft, sir, one word more. Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted (A side) They are both in either's powers; but Which now came from him. this swift business

450 Pros.

Thou shalt be as free I must uncasy make, lest too light winning As mountain winds; but then exactly do Make the prize light. (To Fer.) One word All points of my command. more; I charge thee


To the syllable. 500 That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp Pros. Come, follow. Speak not for him. The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself

(Exeunt. Upon this island as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on't.

ACT II. Fer,

No, as I am a man. Mir. There's nothing ill can dwell in such SCENE I. Another part of the isiand.

a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house,

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONGood things will strive to dwell th't.

ZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. Pros.

Follow me. Gon. Beseech you, sir, be merry, you have Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come; cause,

you should

easy next?

So have we all, of joy : for our escape

Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woc Gon. Methinks our garments are now as Is common; every day some sailor's wife, fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at The masters of some merchant and the merchant the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle, to the King of Tunis.

71 I mean our preservation, few in millions

Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh well in our return. Our sorrow with our comfort.

Adr. Tunis was never graced before with A lon.

Prithee, peace

such a paragon to their queen. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. 1


Widow! a pox o' that! How came Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his that widow in? widow Dido! wit; by and by it will strike.

Seb. What if he had said.widower Æneas' Gon. Sir,

too?, Good Lord, how you take it! Seb. One: tell.

Adr. Widow Dido,' said you? you make me Gor. When every grief is entertain'd that's study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. offer'd,

Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Comes to the entertainer

Adr. Carthage? Seb. A dollar.

Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Gon. Dolor comes to him, indeed: you have Seb. His word is more than the miraculous spoken truer than you purposed.

20 harp; he hath raised the wall and houses too. Scb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant Ånt. What impossible matter will he make Gor. Therefore, my lord,

Seb. I think he will carry this island home in Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his his pocket, and give it to his son for an apple. 91 tongue!

Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the Alon. I prithee, spare.

sea, bring forth more islands. Gon. Well, I have done; but yet,

Gon. Ay Seb. He will be talking.

Ant. Why, in good time. Ant. Which, of he or Adrian, for a good Gon. Sir, we were talking that our garments wager, first begins to crow?

seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at Šeb. The old cock.

30 the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Art. The cockerel.

Ant And the rarest that e'er came there. Seb. Done. The wager?

Seb. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. 100 Ant. A laughter.

Ant. 0, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido. Seb. A match!

Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, — first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. Seb. Ha, ha, ha! So, you're paid.

Art. That sort was well fished for. Adr. Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's Seb. Yet,

marriage? Adr. Yet,

dlon. You cram these words into mine ears Asut, He could not miss't.

40 against Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender and The stomach of my sense. Would I had never delicate temperance.

Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. My son is lost, and, in my rate, she too Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly who is so far from Italy removed

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I ne'er again shall see her. Othou mine heir Adr. The air breathes upon us here most of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish sweetly.

Hath made his meal on thee? Seb. As if it had lungs and rotten ones. Fran.

Sir, he may live: Ant. Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen, I saw him beat the surges under him, Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life. And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Ant. True; save means to live.

50 Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

The surge most swoln that met him; his bold Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! head how green!

'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.

Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Seb. With an eye of green in't.

To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd Aut. He misses not much.

As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt
Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. He came alive to land.
Gon. But the rarity of it is,--which is in- A lon.

No, no, he's gone. deed almost beyond credit,

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this Seb. As many vouched rarities are.

great loss. Gon. That our garments, being, as they That would not bless our Europe with your were, drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding daughter, their freshness and glosses, being rather new- But rather lose her to an African; dved than stained with salt water.

Where she at least is banish'd from your eye, Ant. If but one of his pockets would speak, Who hath cause to wet the griet on't. would it not say he lies ?


Prithee, peace.


mine eyes

Seb. You were kneel'd to and importuned Enter Ariel, invisible, playing solemn music. otherwise

Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. By all of us, and the fair soul herself

Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at 130 Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure Which end o' the beam should bow. We have my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me lost your son,

asleep, for I am very heavy? I fear, forever; Milan and Naples have

Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.

190 Móre widows in them of this business' making (All sleep except A lon., Seb., and Ant. Then we bring men to comfort them:

Alon. What? all so soon asleep! I wish The fault's your own. Alon,

So is the dear'st o' the loss. Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: Gon. My Lord Sebastian,

I find
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness They are inclined to do so.
And time to speak it in: you rub the sore,


Please you, sir, When you should bring the plaster.

Do not omit the heavy offer of it: Seb.

Very well.

It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

140 | It is a comforter. Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, Ant.

We two, my lord, When you are cloudy.

Will guard your person


your rest, Seb. Foul weather ?

And watch your safety. Ant.

Very foul. Alox, Thank you. Wondrous heavy. Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,

(Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariei. Ant. He'd sow't with nettle-seed.

Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses Seó. Or docks, or mallows.

them! Gon. And were the king on't, what would I do? Ant. It is the quality o' the climate. Seb. 'Scape being drunk for want of wine. Seb.

Why 200 Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by con- Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not traries

Myself disposed to slecp. Execute all things; for no kind of traffic

Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. Would I admit; no name of magistrate: They fell together all, as by consent; Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, They dropp d, as by a thunder-stroke. What And use of service, none; contract, succession, might, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; Worthy Sebastian? O,what might? —No more:No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ;

And yet methinks I see it in thy face (and No occupation; all men idle, all;

What thou shouldst be; the occasion speaks thee,
And women too, but innocent and pure; My strong imagination sees a crown
No sovereignty ;-.

Dropping upon thy head.
Yet he would be king on't.

What! art thou waking ? Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth Ant. Do you not hear me speak? forgets the beginning:


do; and surely Gon. All things in common nature should It is a sleepy language, and thou speak'st 211 produce

Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say ? Without sweat or endeavor; treason, felony, 160 This is a strange repose, to be asleep. ling, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, With eyes wide open : standing, speaking, movWould I not have; but nature should bring forth, And yet so fast asleep. Ofits own kind, all foison, all abundance,


Noble Sebastian, To feed my innocent people.

Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die, rather; wink'st Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects ? Whiles thou art waking. Ant. None, man: all idle: whores and knaves. Seb.

Thou dost snore distinctly; Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, There's meaning in thy snores. To excel the golden age.

Ant. I am more serious than my custom; you Seb.

God save his majesty! Must be so too, if heed me; which to do
Ant. Long live Gonzalo!

Trebles thee o'er.
And,—do you mark me, sir ? Seb.

Well, I am standing water. Alon. Prithee, no more: thou dost talk no- Ant. I'll teach you how to flow. thing to me

171 Seb.

Do so: to ebb Gon. I do well believe your highness; and Hereditary sloth instructs me. did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, Aut.

o who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that If you but knew how you the purpose cherish they always use to laugh at nothing.

Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, Ånt. 'Twas you we laughed at.

You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, Gon. Who in this kind of merry fooling am Most often do so near the bottom run nothing to you: so you may continue and laugh By their own fear or sloth. at nothing still.


Prithee, say on: Ant. What a blow was there given ! 180 The setting of thine eye and check proclaim Sco. An it had not fallen flat-long.

A matter from thee, and a birth indeed 230 Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you Which throes thee much to yield. would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she Ant.

Thus, sir: would continue in it five weeks without changing. Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,



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