Cal. Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will ham about mine ears; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds, methought, would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak'd, I cry'd to dream again.
Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.
Cal. When Prospero is destroyed.
Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the story.
Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, and after, do our work.
Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow.-I would, I could see this taborer: he lays it on.
Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.
(For, certes,' these are people of the island,) Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet note, Their manners are more gentle-kind, than of Our human generation you shall find Many, nay, almost any. Pro. Honest lord, Thou hast said well; for some of you there present, Are worse than devils. [Aside. Alon. I cannot too much muse, Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, ex- pressing (Although they want the use of tongue,) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse. Pro. Praise in departing.
[Aside. No matter, since They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.
Fran. They vanish'd strangely. Seb.
Will't please you taste of what is here? Alon.
Not I. Gon. Faith, Sir, you need not fear: When we were boys,
SCENE III. Another part of the Island. En- Who would believe that there were mountaineers, ter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging Francisco, and others.
Gen. By'r lakin,' I can go no further, sir; My old bones ache: here's a maze trod, indeed, Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your pa- tience,
I needs must rest me. Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself attach'd with weariness, To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest. Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd, Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land: Well, let him go. Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of hope. [Aside to Sebastian. Donot, for one repulse, forego the purpose That you resolv'd to effect.
For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance, As when they are fresh. Scb.
I say, to-night: no more.
Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men, Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find, Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us Good warrant of.
I will stand to, and feed, Although my last: no matter, since I feel The best is past:-Brother, my lord the duke, Stand too, and do as we.
Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel like a harpy: claps his wings upon the table, and with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes.
Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny (That hath to instrument this lower world, And what is in't,) the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up; and on this island Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; [Seeing Alon. Seb. &c. draw their swords. And even with such like valour, men hang and drown
Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate; the elements Slemn and strange music; and Prospero above, Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bring-Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish One dowle' that's in my plume; my fellow-ministers Are like invulnerable: if you could hurt, Your swords are now too massy for your strengths,
ing in a banquet; they dance about it with genle actions of salutation; and inviting the king, &c. to eat, they depart.
Lon. What harmony is this? my good friends, And will not be uplifted: But, remember
Seb. A living drollery: Now I will believe, That there are unicorns; that in Arabia There is one tree, the phoenix' throne; one phoenix At this hour reigning there. Art. I'll believe both: And what does else want credit, come to me, And I'll be sworn 'tis true: Travellers ne'er did lie, Though fools at home condemn them. Gon. If in Naples I should report this now, would they believe me? If I should say I saw such islanders
(1) Our lady. (2) Show, (3) Certainly.
(For that's my business to you,) that you three Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit it, From Milan did supplant good Prospero; Him, and his innocent child; for which foul deed The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have Against your peace: Thee, of thy son, Alonso, Incens'd the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures, They have bereft: and do pronounce by me, Lingering perdition (worse than any death You, and your ways; whose wrath to guard you Can be at once) shall step by step attend (Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads,) is nothing, but heart's sorrow.
And a clear' life ensuing.
Sour-ey'd disdain, and discord, shall bestrew The union of your bed with weeds so loathly, He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter That you shall hate it both: therefore, take heed, the Shapes again, and dance with mops and As Hymen's lamps shall light you. mowes, and carry out the table.
Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated, In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life, And observation strange, my meaner ministers Their several kinds have done: my high charms work,
And these, mine enemies, are all knit up In their distractions: they now are in iny power; And in these its I leave them, whilst I visit Young Ferdinand (whom they suppose is drown'd,) And his and my lov'd darling. [Exit Prospero from above. Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you
As I hope For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den, The most opportune place, the strongest suggestion Our worser Genius can, shall never melt Mine honour into lust; to take away The edge of that day's celebration, When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd Or night kept chain'd below. Fairly spoke: Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.- What, Ariel: my industrious servant Ariel!
Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary,*
SCENE I.—Before Prospero's cell. Enter Pros- Rather than want a spirit; appear, and pertly.--
pero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.
Pro. If I have too austerely punish'd you, Your compensation makes amends; for I Have given you here a thread of mine own life, Or that for which I live; whom once again I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven, I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand, Do not smile at me, that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, And make it halt behind her, Fer. Against an oracle.
Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But If thou dost break her virgin knot before All sanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy rite be minister'd, No sweet aspersion' shall the heavens let fall To make this contract grow; but barren hate,
(1) Pure, blameless. (2) Alienation of mind.
No tongue; all eyes; be silent. [Soft music.
Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and pease; Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep; Thy banks with peonied and lilied brims, Which spongy April at thy hest betrims, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom groves,
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard; And thy sea-marge, steril, and rocky-hard, Where thou thyself dost air: The queen o' the sky. Whose watery arch, and messenger, am I, Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign
Some wanton charm upon this man and maid, Whose vows are, that no bed-rite shall be paid Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but in vain; Mars' hot minion is return'd again;
Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows, Swears he will shoot no more, but play with spar-
Juno. How does my bounteous sister? Go with
To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be, And honour'd in their issue.
Juno. Honour, riches, marriage-blessing, Long continuance, and increasing, Hourly joys be still upon you! Juno sings her blessings on you.
Cer. Earth's increase, and foizon3 plenty; Barns, and garners never empty; Vines, with clust'ring bunches growing; Plants, with goodly burden bowing; Spring come to you, at the farthest, In the very end of harvest; Scarcity, and want, shall shun you; Ceres' blessing so is on you.
Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and Harmonious charmingly: May I be bold To think these spirits?
Pro. Spirits, which by mine art I have from their confines call'd to enact
Let me live here ever; So rare a wonder'd' father, and a wife, Make this place Paradise.
[Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment.
21 There's something else to do: hush, and be mute, Or else our spell is marr'd.
Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the wand'ring brooks,
With your sedg'd crowns, and ever harmless looks, Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land Answer your summons; Juno does command: Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate A contract of true love; be not too late.
Enter certain Nymphs.
You sun-burn'd sicklemen, of August weary, Come hither from the furrow, and be merry; Make holy-day: your rye-straw hats put on, And these fresh nymphs encounter every one In country footing.
Enter certain Reapers, properly habited; they join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof Prospero starts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish.
Pro. [Aside.] I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates, Against my life; the minute of their plot Is almost come.-[To the Spirits.] Well done ;- avoid;-no more.
Fer. This is most strange: your father's in some passion That works him strongly. Mira. Never till this day, Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd. Pro. You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort, As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir: Our revels now are ended; these our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,' Leave not a rack behind: We are such stuff As dreams are made of, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.-Sir, I am vex'd; Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled. Be not disturb'd with my infirmity: If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell, And there repose; a turn or two I'll walk, To still my beating mind. Fer. Mira.
We wish your peace. [Exeunt. Pro. Come with a thought:-I thank you :-
Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking?
(6) A body of clouds in motion; but it is most probable that the author wrote track.
So full of valour, that they smote the air For breathing in their faces; beat the ground For kissing of their feet: yet always bending Towards their project: Then I beat my tabor, At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears,
Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted
up their noses, As they smelt music; so I charm'd their ears, That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns,
Which entered their frail shins: at last I left them I' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake O'er-stunk their feet.
This was well done, my bird: Thy shape invisible retain thou still: The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither, For stale, to catch these thieves.
Ari. I go, I go. [Exit. Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; And as, with age, his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers:
Re-enter Ariel loaden with glistering apparel, &c. Even to roaring: Come, hang them on this line. Prospero and Ariel remain invisible. Enter Cali- ban, Stephano, and Trinculo; all wet.
Cal. Pray, you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not
Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.
Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack' with us.
To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along, And do the murder first; if he awake, From toc to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches ; Make us strange stuff.
Ste. Be you quiet, monster.-Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.
Trin. Do, do: We steal by line and level, an't
for't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king Ste. I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment lent pass of pate; there's another garment for't. of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excel-
Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.
Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes With foreheads villanous low.
Ste. Monster, lay to your fingers; help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom; go to, carry this. Trin. And this.
A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of hounds, and hunt them about; Pros- pero and Ariel setting them on.
Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey! Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver! Pro. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!
[Cal. Ste. and Trin. are driven out. a Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make them,
Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation.
Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you; look you,Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster.
Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still: Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to Shall hood-wink this mischance: therefore, speak softly,
All's hush'd as midnight yet.
Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss.
Trin. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster.
Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour.
Cal. Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet: Seest thou here, This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter: Do that good mischief, which may make this island) Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban, For aye4 thy foot-licker.
Ste. Give me thy hand: I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look, what a wardrobe here is for thee! Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash. Trin. O, ho, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery :-O king Stephano!
Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand,
I'll have that gown.
Trin. Thy grace shall have it.
Than pard, or cat o' mountain. Ari. Hark, they roar. Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: at this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies; Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little, Follow, and do me service.
SCENE I-Before the cell of Prospero. Enter Prospero in his magic robes, and Ariel.
Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage.-How's the day? Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease. When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit, I did say so, How fares the king and his? In the same fashion as you gave in charge; Confin'd together Just as you left them, sir; all prisoners In the lime grove which weather-fends your cell They ca inot budge, till you release. The king, His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted And the remainder mourning over them, Brim-full of sorrow, and dismay; but chiefly Him you term'd, sir, The good old lord Gonzalo ;
Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
Bait. (2) Education. (3) Jack with a lantern. Ever. (5) A shop for sale of old clothes.
From eaves of reeds:1 your charm so strongly works Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter: them,
That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender.
Dost thou think so, spirit? Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pro. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch of feeling Of their atlictions; and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,
Yet with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is
la virt e than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel; My charms I'll break their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves. Ari.
I'll fetch them, sir. [Eril. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;
And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pas- time
Is to make midnight-mushrooms; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault St roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Hive I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory Hive I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar: graves, at my command, Have wak'd their sleepers; op'd, and let them forth
By my so potent art: But this rough magic I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd Some heavenly music (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book. [Solemn music.
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act ;- Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and blood,
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell'd remorse2 and nature; who, with Sebastian, (Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,) Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee, Unnatural though thou art!-Their understanding Begins to swell: and the approaching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shores, That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, That yet looks on me, or would know me :-Ariel, Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;
[Exit Ariel. I will dis-case me, and myself present, As I was sometime Milan:-quickly, spirit; Thou shalt ere long be free.
Ariel re-enters, singing, and helps to attire Prospero.
Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie:
There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily:
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss thee;
But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so To the king's ship, invisible as thou art: There shalt thou find the mariners asleep Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain, Being awake, enforce them to this place; And presently, I pr'ythee.
Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat. [Exit Ariel. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze-
Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country!
The wrong'd duke of Milan, Prospero; For more assurance that a living prince Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; And to thee, and thy company, I bid A hearty welcome.
Whe'r thou beest he, or no, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, Re-enter Ariel: after him, Alonso, with a frantic As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse gesture, attended by Gonzalo; Sebastian and Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, Antonio in like manner, alten led by Adrian and The affliction of my mind amends, with which, Francisco: They all enter the circle which Pros-I fear, a madness held me: this must crave pero hal male, and there stand charmed; which (An if this be at all) a most strange story. Prospero observing, speaks.
A solemn air, and the best comforter To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, For you are spell-stopp'd.-
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Mine eves, even sociable to the show of thine, Fil fellowly drops.-The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Brin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.-O my good Gonzalo, My true preserver, and a loyal sir
To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces Home, both in word and deed.-Most cruelly
(1) Thatch. (2) Pity, or tenderness of heart.
Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs:-But how should Prospero
Let me embrace thine age; Be measur'd, or confin'd. Gon.
First, noble friend, whose honour cannot
Or be not, I'll not swear. Pro. Some subtleties o' the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain :-Welcome, my friends
But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, [Aside to Seb. and Ant. I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, (3) Whether.
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