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Alonso, King of Naples.
Master of a Ship. SEBASTIAN, his brother.
ARIEL, an airy Spirit.
JUNO, presented by Spirits.
Other Spirits attending on Prospero. SCENE-A ship at Sca: an island.
tage. If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.
(Exeunt. SCENE I. On a ship at sen: 1 tempestuous
Re-enter Boatswain. noise of thunder and lightning kiard.
Boats. Down with the topmast! yare! lower, Enter a Ship-Master and a Boatswain. lower! Bring her to try with main-course. 1.4 Vast. Boatswain!
cry within.) A plague upon this howling! they Boats, Here, master; what cheer?
are louder than the weather or our office.
40 Mast. Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir
, Yet again! what do you here? Shail we give
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. bestir
o'er and drown? Have you a mind to sink? Enter Mariners.
Seb. A pox o? your throat, you bawling, Boats. Heigh, my hearts! checrly, cheerly, blasphemous, incharitable dog! my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Boats. Work you then. Tend to the master's whistle. Blow, till thou Ant. Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, inburst thy wind, if room enough!
solent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be
drowned than thou art. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDI
Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though NAND, GONZALO, and others.
the ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's leaky as an unstanched wench. the master? Play the men.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two Boats. I pray now, keep below.
courses off to sea again; lay her off. Art, Where is the master, boatswain? Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our
Enter Mariners wet, labor: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Mariners. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
all lost! Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? cares these roarers for the name of king? To Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let's cabin: silence ! trouble us not.
assist them, Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast For our case is as theirs. aboard.
I'm out of patience. Boats. None that I more love than myself. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by You are a counsellor; if you can command these drunkards: elements to silence, and work the peace of the This wide-chapp'd rascal-would thou mightst present, we will not handa rope more; use your lie drowning
60 authority: if you cannot, give thanks you have The washing of ten tides! lived so long, and make yourself ready in your
He'll be hang'd yet, cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Though every drop of water swear against it Cheerly, good hcarts! Out of our way, I say And gape at widest to glut him.
(Exit. (A confused neis within : ' Mercy on us!” Gon, I have great comfort from this fellow: We split, we split!'-'Farewell my wife and methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; children!' his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, • Farewell, brother!'--'We split, we split, we good Fate, to his hanging: make the rope of his split!') destiny our cable, for our own doth little advan- Ant. Let's all sink with the king
Seb. Let's take leave of him.
Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But (Exeunt Ant, and Seb.
how is it Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, In the dark backward and abysm of time? 50 brown furze, any thing. The walls above be If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here, done! but I would fain die a dry death.(Exeunt How thou camest here thou mayst.
But that I do not. SCENE II. The island. Before Prospero's cell. I'ros. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve
Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
Sir, are not you my father?
O the heavens! Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock What foul play had we, that we came from Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perishid. Or blessed was't we did?
(thence? Had I been any god of power, I would
Both, both, my girl; 61 Have sunk the sea within the earth or cre By foul play, as thou say’st, were we heaved It should the good ship so have swallow'd and thence, The fraughting souls within her.
But blessedly holp hither.
O, my heart bleeds No more amazement: tell your piteous heart To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, There's no harm done.
Which is from my remembrance ! Please
you, Mir. O, woc the day!
No harm, Pr. My brother and thy uncle,call'd Antonio, I have done nothing but in care of thee,
I pray thee, mark mc-chat a brother should Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who Be so perfidious!-he whom next thyself Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Of all the world I loved, and to him put Cf whence I amn, nor that I am more better The manage of my state; as at that time 70 Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, 20 Through all the signories it was the first And thy no greater father.
And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed Mir, More to know
In dignity, and for the liberal arts Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Without a parallel; those being all my study, Pros.
Tis time The government I cast upon my brother I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, And to my state grew stranger, being transported And pluck my magic garinent from me. So: And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle
(Lirys down his inantle. Dost thou attend me! Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have
Sir, most heedfully. comfort.
Pros. Being once perfected how to grantsuits. Thcdireful spectacle ofthe wreck, which touch'd How to deny them, who to advance and who 80 The very virtue of compassion in thee,
To trash for over-topping, new created I have with such provision in mine art
The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed So safely ordered that there is no soulNo, not so much perdition as an hair 30 Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key Betid to any creature in the vessel
Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state Which thou heard'stcry, which thousaw'st sink. To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was Sit down;
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, For thou must now know farther,
And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st Mir.
You have often not. Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
Mir. O, good sir, I do. And left me to a bootless inquisition,
I pray thee, mark me. Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated Pros. The hour's now come;
To closeness and the bettering of my mind 90 The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; With that which, but by being so retired, Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother A time before we came unto this cell?
Awaked an evil nature; and my trust,
A falsehood in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had indeed no limit, Pros. By what? by any other house or person? A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Of any thing the image tell me that
Not only with what my revenue yielded, Hath kept with thy remembrance.
But what my power might else exact, like one Mir.
"Tis far off, Who having into truth, by telling of it, And rather like a dream than an assurance
Made such a singer of his memory, That my remembrance warrants. Had I not To credit his own lie, he did believe Four or five women once that tended me? He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty, Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me With all prerogative: hence his ambition grow. An undergoing stomach, to bear up ing
Against what should ensue, Dost thou hear?
How came we ashore? Mir, Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pros. By Providence divine. Pros. To have no screen between this part Some food we had and some fresh water that 160 he play'd
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Out of his charity, being then appointed Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library Master of this design, did give us, with Was dukedom large enough: of temporal roy- Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries, alties
Which since have steaded much; so, of his He thinks me now incapable; confederates gentleness, So dry he was for sway-wi' the King of Naples Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me To give him annual tribute, do him homage, From mine own library with volumes that Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend I prize above my dukedom, The dukedom yet unbow'd-alas, poor Milan! - Mlir.
Would I might
But ever see that man!
Pros. Now I arise: (Resumes his mantle. Pros. Mark his condition and the event; Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. 170 then tell me
Here in this island we arrived; and here If this might be a brother.
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit I should sin
Than other princesses can that have more time To think but nobly of my grandmnother:
For vainer hours and tutors not so careful. Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Mir. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I Pros. Now the condition. 120
pray you, sir, This King of Naples, being an enemy
For still tis beating in my mind, your reason To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; For raising this sea-storm ? Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises Pros.
Know thus far forth, Of homage and I know not how much tribute, By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Should presently extirpate me and mine Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan Brought to this shore; and by my prescience 180 With all the honors on my brother: whereon, I find my zenith doth depend upon A treacherous army levied, one midnight A most auspicious star, whose influence Fated to the purpose did Antonio open
If now I court not but omit, my fortunes The gates of Milan, and, i' the dead of dark- Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions: ness,
130 Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, The ministers for the purpose hurried thence And give it way: I know thou canst not choose. Me and thy crying self.
Miranda skeps. Mir. Alack, for pity!
Come away, servant, come, I am ready now. 1, not remembering how I cried out then, Approach, my Ariel, come. Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint
Enter ARIEL. That wrings mine eyes to't.
Ar. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail ! Pros.
Hear a little further I come And then I'll bring thee to the present business To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, 190 Which now's upon's; without the wnich this story To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride Were most impertinent.
On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task Mir.
Wherefore did they not Ariel and all his quality. That hour destroy us?
Hast thou, spirit, Pros.
Well demanded, wench: Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee! My tale provokes that question. Dear, they Ari. To every article. durst not,
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, So dear the love my people bore me, nor set Now iu the waist, the deck, in every cabin, A mark so bloody on the business, but
I flamed amazement; sometime I'd divide, With colors fairer painted their foul ends. And burn in many places; on the topmast, In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
precursors Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, And sight-outrunningwere not; the fire and cracks To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune To the winds whose pity, sighing back again, 150 Seem to besiege and make his bold waves Did us but loving wrong.
Yea, his dread trident shake. (tremble, Mir. Alack, what trouble Pros.
My brave spirit ! Was I then to you!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Pros. 0, a cherubin
Would not infect his reason ? Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst Ari
Not a soul smile,
But felt a fever of the mad and play'd Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners 210 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, 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,
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
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
Come unto these yellow sands,
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
But doth suffer a sea-change
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
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.