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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.


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.

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls, that were his eyes:
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.


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.


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."


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.

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I'll bear your logs the while: pray give me that;

I'll carry

it to the pile.


No, precious creature ; I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by.


As well as it does you
With much more ease;

And yours against.


It would become me

and I should do it
for my good will is to it,

Poor worm! thou art infected;

This visitation shews it.


You look wearily.

FERDINAND. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning

with me

When you are by at night.

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

What is your name?


I do beseech you

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* Disobeyed her father's injunctions.

I have broke your hest to say so!


Indeed the top of admiration;
What's dearest to the world!

I have eyed with best regard;
The harmony of their tongues

Admired Miranda !

Full many a lady

and many a time
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.


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.


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 instant that I saw you, very


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.

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