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Miranda, daughter to Prospero,
Ariel, an airy spirit.
Nymphs, Francisco, lords.
Other spirits attending on Prospero.
Scene, the sea, with a ship; afterwards an uninMaster of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
(fate, to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny
our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he SCENE I.-On a ship at sea. A storm, with be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. thunder and lightning. Enter a Ship-master
(Exeunt. and a Boatswain.
*Boats. Down with the top-mast; yere; lower, BOATSWAIN,
lower; bring her to try with main course. [A cry
wilhin.) A plague upon this bowling! they are Boats. Here, master : what cheer ?
louder than the weather, or our office. Mast. Good : speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely,' or we run ou aground : bestir, Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo bestir,
Yet again ? what do you here? Shall we give o'cr, Enter Mariners.
and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
Seb. A pox o’your throat! you bawling, blasBoats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my phemous, uncharitable dog! hearts; yare, yare: take in the top-sail: tend to Boats. Work you, then. the master's whistle.-Blow, till thou burst thy Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent wind, if room enough!
noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than
thou art. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though Gonzalo, and others.
the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as
leaky as an unstaunched' wench. Alon. Good boatswain, have a care. Where's
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two the master ? Play the men.
courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Boats. I
now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, boastwain ?
Enter Mariners, wet. Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour! keep your cabins : you do assist the storm. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers ! all lost! Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
(Exeunt. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care Boats.
What, must our mouths be cold ? these roarers for the name of king ? To cabin: Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us silence: trouble us not.
assist them, Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast For our case is as theirs. aboard.
Seb. I am out of patience. Boals. None that I more love than myself. You Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by are a counsellor; if you can command these ele drunkards.-ments to silence, and work the peace of the present,2 This wide-chapped rascal;—'Would, thou might'st we will not hand a rope more; use your authority.
lie drowning, If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, The washing of ten tides! and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis Gon.
He'll be hanged yet; chance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good Though every drop of water swear against it, hearts.-Out of our way, I say.
[Exit. And gape at wid'st to glut him. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: me- ( A confused noise within.] Mercy on us !-We thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children !complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Farewell
, brother !-We split, we split, we split. (1) Readily. (2) Present instant.
(3) Incontinent. (4) Absolutely
Ant. Let's all sink with the king. (Erit. In the dark backward and abysm of time?
(Erit. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of How thou cam'st here, thou may'st. sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown Mira,
But that I do not. furze, any thing: the wills above be done! but I Pro. Twelve years since, would fain die a dry death.
[Exit. Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was
The duke of Milan, and a prince of power. SCENE I.-The island: before the cell of Pros Mira. Sir, are not you my father. pero. Enter Prospero and Miranda. Pro. Thy mother was piece of virtue, and
She said-ihou wast my daughter; and thy father Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Was duke of Milan; and his only' heir Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
A princess ;-no worse issued. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Mira.
O, the heavens! But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, What foul play had we, that we came from thence ? Dashes the fire out. O, I have sufler'd
Or blessed was't we did ? With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Both, both, my girl : Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence ; Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
But blessedly holp hither. Against my very hçart! Poor souls! they perish'd. Mira.
O, my heart bleeds Had I been any god of power, I would
To think o' the teen* that I have turn'd you to, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er? Which is from my remembrance! Please you surther. It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call d'Antonio, The freighting souls within her. Pro.
I pray thee, mark me,—that a brother should
Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thysell
The manage of my state ; as, at that time,
Through all the signiories it was the first,
No harm. And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed I have done nothing but in care of thee,
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, (of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who Without a parallel; those being all my study, Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing The government I cast upon my brother, Of whence I am; nor that I am more better
And to my state grew stranger, being transported, Than Prospero, master of a full poor eell,
And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleAnd thy no greater sather.
Dost thou attend me?
Sir, most heedfully,
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Pro.
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
To trash' for over-topping ; new created And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; The creatures that were mine; I say or chang'd (Lays down his mantle.
them, Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes ; have or else new form’d them: having both the key comfort.
of oflicer and oflice, set all hearts The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was The very, virtue of compassion in thec,
The ivy, which had my princely trunk, I have with such provision in mine art
And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'at So safely order'd, that there is no soulNo, not so much perdition as a hair,
I pray thee, mark me. Betid to any creature in the vessel
O good sir, I do. Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate Sit down ;
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind For thou must now know further,
With that, which, but by being so retir'd, Mira.
You have often
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother, Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust, And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Like a good parent, did beget of him Concluding, Ştay, not yel.
A falsehood, in its contrary as great Pro.
The hour's now come; As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember
Not only with what my revenue yielded,. A time before we came unto this cell?
But what my power might else exact-like one, I do not think thou canst ; for then thou wast not Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Out three years old.
Made such a sinner of his memory, Mira.
Certainly, sir, I can. To credit his own lie, he did believe Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? He was the duke; out of the substitution, of any thing the image tell me, that
And executing the outward face of royalty, Hath kept with thy remembrance.
With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition Mira.
'Tis far off;
Growing, -Dost hear ? And rather like a dream than an assurance
Mira. Your talc, sir, would cure deafness That my remembrance warrants : had I not Pro, To have no screen between this part as Four or five women once, that tended me?
play'd, Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda : but how And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Absolute Milan: me, poor man!--my library That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
(1) Bofova (2) Quite. (8) Abyas. (4) Sorrow, (5) Cut away. (6) Without
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties 'From my own library, with volumes that
Would I might
Now I arise :
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
O the heavens ! Have I, thy school-master, made thee more pront
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
Mira, Heavens thank you for't! And now, I
I should sin
pray you, sir,
For raising this sea-storm?
Know thus far forth.
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
And give it way ;-I know thou canst not choose.
(Miranda sleeps, The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Me, and thy crying self.
Approach, my Ariel; come.
Alack, for pity!
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I
Hear a little further,
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to rido
On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task
Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee ?
Ari. To every article.
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
The yards, and bowsprit would I flame distinctly;
O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary,
And sight-outrunning were not : the fire, and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble;
Yea, his dread trident shake.
My brave spirit !
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil'
Would not infect his reason ?
Not a soul
quit the vessel,
Some tricks of desperation: all, but mariners,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair upstaring (then like reeds, not hair,)
And all the devils are here.
Why, that's my spirit ! A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
But was not this nigh shore?
Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Not a hair perish'd ;
On their sustaining garments not a blemish, ness, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle:
The king's son have I landed by himself; Sprinkled. (1) Thirsty. (2) Consideration. (3) Suggestion, (5) Stubborn resolution, (6) The minutest article. (7) Bustle, tumult.
I pray thee
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs, To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests,* she did confine thee, His arms in this sad knot.
By help of her more potent ministers, Pro.
of the king's ship, And in her most unmitigable rage, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos’d, Into a cloven pine; within which 'rift And all the rest o' the fleet ?
Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain Ari.
Safely in barbour A dozen years; within which space she died, Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy Thou calidst me up at midnight to fetch dew
groans, From the still-vex'd Bermoothes,' there she's hid: As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island The mariners all under hatches stowed;
(Save for the son that she did litter here, Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd la- A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honoured with bour,
A human shape. I have left asleep: and for the rest oʻthe fleet, Ari.
Yes; Caliban, her son. Which I dispers'd, they all have met again; Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, And are upon the Mediterranean flote, 2
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st Bound sadly home for Naples;
What torment I did find thee in : thy groans Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts And his great person perish.
Of ever angry bears: it was a torment Pro.
Ariel, thy charge To lay upon the damnd, which Sycorax Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: Could not again undo; it was mine art, What is the time o' the day?
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape Ari.
Past the mid season. The pine, and let thee out. Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six Ari.
I thank thee, master.
Pro. If thou more murmurst, I will rend an oak, Must by us both be spent most preciously, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give Thou hast howld away twelve winters. me pains,
And do my spiriting gently.
Do so; and after two days What is't thou canst demand ?
I will discharge thee.
That's my noble master! Pro. Before the time be out? no more. What shall I do? say what: what shall I do? Ari.
Pro. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea; Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst pro- And hither come in't: hence, with diligence. mise
[Erit Ariel To bate me a full year.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Pro. Dost thou forget
Awake! From what a torment I did free thee ?
Mira. The strangeness of your story put Ari.
No. Heaviness in me. Pro. Thou dost; and think'st
Shake it off; come on; It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never To run upon the sharp wind of the north; Yields us kind answer. To do me business in the veins o' the earth,
'Tis a villain, sir, When it is bak'd with frost.
I do not love to look on.
But, as 'tis, Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou We cannot misss him: he does make our fire, forgot
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and envy, That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban! Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? Thou earth, thou! speak. Ari. No, sir.
Cal. (Within.] There's wood enough within. Pro.
Thou hast: where was she born? Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business speak; tell me.
for thee; Ari. Sir, in Argier."
Come forth, thou tortoise! when ? Pro.
0, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph.
Hark in thine ear.
My lord, it shall be done. [Erit. did,
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil They would not take her life. Is not this true ?
himself Ari. Ay, sir.
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,
Enter Caliban. And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd As thou report'st thyself , wast then her servant:
With raven's feather from umwholesome sen, And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, (1) Bermudas. (2) Wave.
(3) Algiers. (4) Commands. (5) Do without
And blister you all o'er !
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd
Foot it featly here and there;
Hark, hark !
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. (dispersedly As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging The watch-dogs bark : Than bees that made them.
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. (dispersedly. Cal.
I must eat my dinner. Fark, hark! hear
The strain of strutting chanticlere,
Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, ou Water with berries in't; and teach me how
the earth? To name the bigger light, and how the less, It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, And show'd 'thee all the qualities o' the isle, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, The fresh springs, brinė pits, barren place, and This music crept by më upon the waters; fertile ;
Allaying both their fury, and my passion, Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you ! Or it hath drawn me rather:-But 'tis gone. For I am all the subjects that you have,
No, it begins again.
Full fathom five thy father lies ;
of his bones are coral made ; Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I have Those are pearls that were his eyes. us'd thee,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Cal. O ho, o ho!_would it had been done!
Hark? now I hear them,ding-dong, bell. Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
[Burden, ding-dong. This isle with Calibans. Pro.
Abhorred slave; Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd Which any print of goodness will not také,
father: Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
This is no mortal business, nor no sound Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each That the earth owes :--I hear it now above me. hour
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, And say, what thou seest yond'. Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like Mira.
What is't? a spirit ? A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, With words that made them known: But thy vile It carries a brave form:-But 'tis a spirit. race,
Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good such senses natures
As we have, such: this gallant which thou seest Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.
call him Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows, 1s, I know how to curse : the red plague rida you, And strays about to find them. For learning me your language !
I might call him Pro.
Hag-seed, hence ! A thing divine ; for nothing natural
[. Aside. If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly
As my soul prompts it :--Spirit, fine spirit! I'll What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps ;
free thee Fill all thy bones with aches : make thee roar, Within two days for this. That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
Most sure, the goddess Cal. No, 'pray thec!
On whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe my prayer I must obey: his art is of such power, (Aside. May know, if you remain upon this island; It would control my dam's god," Setebos, And that you will some good instruction give, And make a vassal of him.
How I may bear me here: my prime request, Pro.
So, slave; hence ! Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder
No wonder, sir;
My language ? heavens ARIEL'S SONG.
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.
How! the best? And then take hands :
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard theo? (1) Fairies, (2) Destroy
(3) Still, silent.
: (4) Owns."