And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,

The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms

Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!

For I am all the subjects that you have,

Which first was mine own king and here you

sty me

:

In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

The rest of the island.

Music.

Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth?

It sounds no more: and sure it waits upon
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This music crept by me upon the waters:
Allaying both their fury and my passion,
With its sweet air.

Ariel's Song.

eyes:

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls, that were his
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :

Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell.

A Lover's Speech.

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,

The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats,

To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth
Let liberty make use of: space enough
Have I in such a prison.

ACT II.

Description of Ferdinand's Swimming ashore.
I saw him beat the surges under him,
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted

The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke

To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd,
As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt
He came alive to land.

Sleep.

Do not omit the heavy offer of it: It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,

It is a comforter.

Caliban's Curses.

All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,

And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me like a fire-brand in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid them; but

For every trifle are they set upon me:

Sometimes like apes, that moe* and chatter at me,

To make faces.

And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which

Lie tumbling in my bare-foot

way, and mount

Their pricks at my footfall; sometimes am I

All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hiss me into madness.

Satire on English Curiosity.

Dead or

What have we here? a man or a fish? alive? A fish; he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, PoorJohn. A strange fish! Were 1 in England now (as once I was), and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver; there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.

Caliban's Promises.

I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;

I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.

A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!

I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
Thou wondrous man.

I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow:
And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts:
Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how
To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee
To clustering filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee
Young sea-mells* from the rock.

* The sea-mell is pronounced by some commentators to be a species of sea gull. In the original text the word is "scamels."

ACT III.

Prospero at a distance.

Ferdinand and Miranda.

MIRANDA. Alas, now! pray you,

Work not so hard: I would the lightning had
Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile!
Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns,
"Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;

He's safe for these three hours.

FERDINAND.

O most dear mistress,

The sun will set, before I shall discharge

What I must strive to do.

MIRANDA,

If you will sit down

I'll bear your logs the while: pray give me that;
I'll carry it to the pile.

FERDINAND.

No, precious creature ;

I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,

Than you should such

While I sit lazy by.
MIRANDA.

As well as it does you:

dishonour undergo,

It would become me

and I should do it

With much more ease; for my good will is to it,

And yours against.

PROSPERO.

Poor worm! thou art infected;

This visitation shews it.

MIRANDA.

You look wearily.

FERDINAND. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning

with me

When you are by at night. I do beseech you

(Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers),

What is your name?

-O my father,

I have broke your hest to say so!

* Disobeyed her father's injuncticns.

Admired Miranda!

FERDINAND.
Indeed the top of admiration; worth

What's dearest to the world!

I have eyed with best regard;

Full many a lady

and many

time

The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
Have I liked several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed,*
And put it to the foil: But you, O you,

So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.

MIRANDA.

I do not know

One of my sex: no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
And my dear father: how features are abroad,
I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty,
(The jewel in my dower) I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,

Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle

Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
Therein forget.

FERDINAND.

I am, in my condition,

A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
(I would, not so!) and would no more endure
This wooden slavery, than I would suffer
The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my
soul speak;
-The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and, for your sake,
Am I this patient log-man.

* Owned.