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Alonso, king of Naples.

MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero.
SEBASTIAN, his brother.
PROSPERO, the rightful duke of Milan.

Ariel, an airy spirit.
Antonio, his brother, the usurping duke of Milan. Iris,
FERDINAND, son to the king of Naples.

Gonzalo, an honest old counsellor of Naples. Juno, spirits.

} lords.


Caliban, a savage and deformed slave.
TRINCULO, a jester.

Other spirits attending on Prospero.
STEPHANO, a drunken butler.
Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.

SCENE,—The sea, with a ship; afterwards an uninhabited island.




SCENE I.-On a ship at sea.

Enter Alonzo, SEBASTIAN, Antonio, FERA storm with thunder and lightning.

DINAND, GONZALO, and others.

Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain. the master ? Play the men. Master. Boatswain,

Boats. I pray now, keep below. Boats. Here, master : What cheer?

Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ? Master. Good : Speak to the mariners: fall Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our to’t yarely, or we run ourselves aground: be- labour ; keep your cabins: you do assist the stir, bestir.

[Erit. storm.

Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Enter Mariners.

Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care Boats. Heigh, my hearts ; cheerly, cheerly, these roarers for the name of king? To cabin • my hearts; yare, yare : Take in the top-sail; silence : trouble us ņot. Tend to the master's whistle.--Blow, till thou Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast burst thy wind, if room enough!

aboard. VOL. I.


I say.

Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor ; if you can command these SCENE II.- The Island: before the Cell of elements to silence, and work the peace of the

PROSPERO. present, we shall not hand a rope more ; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you

Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. have lived so long, and make yourself ready in Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it

have so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our way, Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them :

[Exit. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow : pitch, methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, his complexion is perfect galiows. Stand fast, Dashes the fire out. 0, i have suffered good fate, to his hanging ! make the rope of his With those I saw suffer! a brave vessel, destiny our cable, for our own doth little advan- / Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, tage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock is miserable.

[Ereunt. Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd.

Had I been any god of power, I would
Re-enter Boatswain.

Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er Boats. Dowi with the top-mast ; yare ; lower, It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and lower ; bring her to try with main-course.—[Á The freighting souls within her, cry within. 1-A plague upon this howling !

Pro. Be collected; they are louder than the weather, or our office. No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,

There's no harm done.
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Mira. 0, woe the day !
Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give

Pro. No harm. o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

I have done nothing but in care of thee, Seb. A pox o your throat ! you bawling, (of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who blasphemous, incharitable dog !

Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Boats. Work you, then.

Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, inso- Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, lent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drown- And thy no greater father. ed than thou art.

Mira. More to know Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; tho' Did never meddle with my thoughts. the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and

Pro. Tis time as leaky as an unstaunched wench.

I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two And pluck my magic garment from me.—So; courses ; off to sea again, lay her off.

[Lays down his mantle.

Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have Enter Mariners wet.

comfort. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers ! all The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd lost !

[Ereunt. The very virtue of compassion in thee, Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? I have with such provision in mine art Gon The king and prince at prayers ! let us So safely order'd, that there is no soulassist them,

No, not so much perdition as an hair, For our case is as theirs.

Betid to any creature in the vessel Seb. I am out of patience.

Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by sink. Sit down ; drunkards.

For thou must now know further. This wide-chapped rascal;--'Would thou might'st Mira. You have often lie drowning,

Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp’d, The washing of ten tides !

And left ine to a bootless inquisition ; Gon. He'll be hanged yet ;

Concluding, Stay, not yet. Though every drop of water swear against it, Pro. The hour's now come: And gape at wid'st to glut him.

The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ; [A confused noise within. 7.—Mercy on us !We Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remember split, we split !- Farewell, my wife and child- A time before we came unto this cell ? dren -Farewell, brother We split, we split, I do not think thou can’st ; for then thou wast not we split!

Out three years old. Ant. Let's all sink with the king.


Mira. Certainly, sir, I can. Seb. Let's take leave of him.

Erit. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of any thing the image tell me, that of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, Hath 'kept with thy remembrance. brown furze, any thing : The wills above be Mira. 'Tis far off ; done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit. And rather like a dream than an assurance,

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That my remembrance warrants : Had I not O’er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother
Four or five women once, that tended me? Awak'd an evil nature ; and my trust,
Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda : But Like a good parent, did beget of him
how is it,

A falsehood, in its contrary as great That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou As my trust was ; which had, indeed, no limit, else

A confidence sans bound. He, being thus lorded, In the dark backward and abysm of time? Not only with what my revenue yielded, If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam’st here, But what my power "might else exact --like How thou cam'st here, thou may'st

one, Mira. But that I do not.

Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve Made such a sinner of his memory, years since,

To credit his own lie,-he did believe Thy father was the duke of Milan, and

He was the duke ; out of the substitution, A prince of power.

And executing the outward face of royalty, Mira. Sir, are not you my father ?

With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Growing, -Dost hear? She said—thou wast my daughter; and thy father Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Was duke of Milan ; and his only heir

Pro. To have no screen between this part he A princess ;-no worse issued.

play'd Mira. 0, the heavens !

And him he played it for, he needs will be What foul play had we, that we came from Absolute Milan : Me, poor man !—my library thence?

Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royOr blessed was't, we did ?

alties Pro. Both, both, my girl :

He thinks me now incapable : confederates By foul play, as thou say’st, were we heav'd (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, thence;

To give him annual tribute, do him homage ; But blessedly holp hither.

Subject his coronet to the crown, and bend Mira. 0, my heart bleeds

The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas ! poor Milan!) To think of the teen that I have turn'd you to, To most ignoble stooping. Which is from my remembrance ! Please you, Mira. 0, the heavens ! further.

Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; Pro. My brother, and thy uncle call’d An

then tell me, tonio,

If this might be a brother. I pray thee, mark me,

that a brother should Mira. I should sin Be so perfidious !-he, whom next thyself To think but nobly of my grandmother : Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put

Good wombs have borne bad sons. The manage of my state; as, at that time, Pro. Now the condition. Through all the signiories it was the first, This king of Naples, being an enemy And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,

Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises, Without a parallel ; those being all my study, Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, The government I cast upon my brother, Should presently extirpate me and mine And to my state grew stranger, being transported, Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle- With all the honours, on my brother : Whereon, Dost thou attend me?

A treacherous army levied, one midnight Mira. Sir, most heedfully.

Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
How to deny them ; whom to advance, and whom The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
To trash for over-topping ; new created Me, and thy crying self.
The creatures that were mine ; I say, or chang'd Mira. Alack, for pity!

I, not rememb’ring how I cried out then,
Or else new form'd them : having both the key Will cry it o'er again ; it is a hint,
Of officer and office, set all hearts

That wrings mine eyes.
To what tune pleas'd his ear ; that now he was Pro. Hear a little further,
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, And then I'll bring thee to the present business,
And suck'd my verdure out on't.-—Thou at- Which now's upon us ; without the which, this

tend'st not: I pray thee, mark me.

Were most impertinent. Mira, 0, good sir, I do.

Mira. Wherefore did they not Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all de- That hour destroy us? dicate

Pro. Well demanded, wench; To closeness, and the bettering of my mind My tale provokes that question. Dear, they With that, which, but by being so retir’d,

durst not ;



(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
A mark so bloody on the business; but To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
With colours fairer painted their foul ends. On the curld clouds : to thy strong bidding task
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark ; Ariel, and all his quality.
Bore us some leagues to sea ; where they prepar'd Pro. Hast thou, spirit,
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,

Perform’d to point the tempest that I bade thee? Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats

Ari. To every article. Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, To cry to the sea, that roar'd to us, to sigh Now in the waist, the deck, in every 'cabin, To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide, Did us but loving wrong.

And þurn in many places; on the top-mast, Mira. Alack ! what trouble

The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Was I then to you !

Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the prePro. O! a cherubim Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst o' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary smile,

And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

cracks When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Under


burden groin'd; which rais'd in me Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves trem: An undergoing stomach, to bear up

ble, Against what should ensue.

Yea, his dread trident shake. Mira. How came we ashore ?

Pro. My brave spirit ! Pro. By Providence divine.

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Would not infect his reason? A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Ari. Not a soul Out of his charity, (who being then appointed But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Master of this design,) did give us ; with Some tricks of desperation : All, but mariners, Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Plung’d in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel

, Which since have steaded much ; so, of his, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdigentleness,

nand, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair,) From my own library, with volumes that Was the first man that leap'd ; cried, Hell is I priz'd above my dukedom.

empty, Mira. 'Would I might

And all the devils are here. But ever see that man

Pro. Why, that's my spirit ! Pro. Now I arise :

But was not this nigh shore? Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Ari. Close by, my master. Here in this island we arriv'd ; and here

Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit Ari. Not a hair perish'd ; Than other princes can, that have more tiine On their sustaining garments not a blemish, For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me, Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I In troops I have dispers’d them 'bout the isle: pray you, sir,

The king's son have I landed by himself; (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason Whom I left, cooling of the air with sighs, For raising this sea-storm?

In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, Pro. Know thus far forth.

His arms in this sad knot. By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Pro. Of the king's ship, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies

The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, Brought to this shore: and by my prescience And all the rest o' the fleet? I find my zenith doth depend upon

Ari. Safely in harbour A most auspicious star; whose influence Is the king's ship; in the deep rook, where once If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Thou call’det me up at midnight to fetch dew Will ever after droop.--Here cease more ques. From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid: tions ;

The mariners all under hatches stow'd; Thou art inclin'd to sleep ; 'tis a good dulness, Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd laAnd give it way; I know thou can’st not bour, choose.

[Miranda sleeps. I have left asleep: and for the rest o’the fleet, Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Which I dispers’d, they all have met again; Approach, my Ariel ; come.

And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

Bound sadly home for Naples ;
Enter ARIEL.

Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, iri. All hail, great master! grave sir, lail! I | And his great person perish.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge


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