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PERSONS REPRESENTED. Alonso, king of Naples.
||Miranda, daughter to Prospero.
Ariel, an airy spirit.
spirits. Adrian, 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 1.—On a ship at sea. A storm, with | be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.
(Exeunt thunder and lightning. Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain.
Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, Master.
lower; bring her to try with main course. [A cry BOATSWAIN,
within.) A plague upon this bowling! they are
louder than the weather, or our office. Boats. Here, master : what cheer?
Mast. Good: speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely', or we run ourselves aground: bestir, be
Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. stir.
(Exit. || Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, 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 Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's
leaky as an unstaunched3 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. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain?
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 : si Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us lence: trouble og not.
assist them, Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast For our case is as theirs. aboard.
Seb. I am out of patience. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You Ant. We are merely4 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 ropè 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 bap.-Cheerly, good Though every drop of water swear against it, heart.--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 splít, we split, we split. (1) Readily. (2) Present instant.
(3) Incontinent. (4) Absolutely.
Ant. Let's all sink with the king. (Exil. || In the dark backward and abysm of time?
(Exit. || If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here,
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.
Prospero. Enter Prospero and Miranda. Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She said—thou wast my daughter; and thy father
A princess ;-no worse issued.
O, the heavens !
What foul play had we, that we came from thence? With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Or blessed was't we did?
Both, both, my girl:
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; Against my very beart! Poor souls! they perish'd.
But blessedly holp hither.
O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
Which is from my remembrance! Please you further. The freighting souls within her.
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,
Be collected ;
pray thee, mark me,--that a brother should No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
Be so perfidious She whom, next thyself,
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The manage of my state; as, at that time,
Through all the signiories it was the first,
And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,
Without a parallel ; those being all my study,
The government I cast upon my brother,
And to my state grew stranger, being transported,
And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle--Mira.
More to know
Dost thou attend me?
Sir, most heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom And pluck my magic garment from me. -So;
To trasbs for over-topping ; new created
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
And suck'd my verdure out on't—Thou attend'st
I pray thee, mark me.
O good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
You have often
With that, which, but by being so retir'd,
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother,
Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
The hour's now come;
A falsehood, in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
A confidence sanse bound. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact, like one,
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
He was the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty,
"Tis far off;
With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition
Growing, ----Dost hear?
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Pro. To have no screen between this part be
Absolute Milan: me, poor man!--my library
(5) Cnt away.
Was dukecom large enough; of temporal royalties || From my own library, with volumes that
'Would I might To give him annual tribute, do hirn homage; But ever see that man ! Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
Now I arise :-
Here in this island we arriv'd ; and here
O the heavens! Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. If this might be a brother.
Mira. Heavens thank you fort! And now, I Mira. I should sin
pray you, sir, To think but nobly of my grandmother: (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason Good wombs have borne bad sons.
For raising this sea-storm?
Know thus far forth.-This king of Naples, being an enemy
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
A most auspicious star; whose influence
And give it way ;-I know thou canst not choose. The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
(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. Mira.
Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Enter Ariel. Will cry it o'er again ; it is a hints,
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I That wrings mine eyes. Pro.
Hear a little further, To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
Ariel, and all his quality.
Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Pro.
Well demanded, wench; Ari. To every article. My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst||I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, not ;
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set I flam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide, A mark so bloody on the business ; but
And burn in many places; on the top-mast, With colours fairer painted their foul ends. The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly; In few, they hurried us aboard a bark ;
Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the preBore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd A rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd,
O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
And sight-outrunning were not : the fire, and cracks Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble; To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Yea, his dread trident shake. Did us but loving wrong.
My brave spirit! Mira.
Alack! what trouble Who was so firm, so constant, that this coili
Would not infect his reason?
Not a soul
Some tricks of desperation : all, but mariners, When I have deck'd' the sea with drops full salt; Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Under my burden groan'd; which rais’d in me Then all a-fre with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, An undergoing stomach, to bear up
With hair upstaring (then like reeds, not hair,) Against what should ensue.
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, Mira.
How came we ashore? || And all the devils are here. Pro. By Providence divine.
Why, that's my spirit! Some food we had, and some fresh water, that But was not this nigh shore? A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Close by, my master. Out of his charity (who being then appointed Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Master of this design,) did give us, with
Not a hair perish'd ; Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle-But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle: Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, The king's son have I landed by himself; (1) Thirsty. (2) Consideration. (3) Suggestion. (6) The minutest article. (7) Bustle, tumult. (4) Sprinkled.' (5) Stubborn resolution,
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs, To act her eartily 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,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain Ari.
Safely in harbour 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 call'dst 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. || À freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with bour,
A human shape. I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the 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 foto?, 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 damn'd, 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 murmur'st, I will rend an oak, Must by us both be spent most preciously.
thee in his knotty entrails, till Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost giveThou hast howl'd away twelve winters. me pains,
Pardon, master: Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, I will be correspondent to command, Which is not yet perform’d me.
And do my spiriting gently. Pro.
How now? moody?
Do so; and after two days What is't thou canst demand?
I will discharge thee. Ari.
That's my noble master! Pro. Before the time be out? no more. What shall I do? say what: what shall I do? Ari.
I pray thee Pro. Go make thyself like to 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.
Exit 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.
I do not, sir.
But, as 'tis, Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou | We cannot miss 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? bast 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.3
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.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.
Ari. My lord, it shall be done. (Ert. did,
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil
himself They would not take her life. Is not this true? Ari. Av, 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, nty slave, Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd As thou report'st thyself, wast then ber servant: With raven's feather from unwholesome ten, And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, 'I Bermudas 2 Wave 3 Algiers
(4) Commands. (5) Do without