No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Of whence I am; nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father. Mira.
More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. Pro. "T is time I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; [Lays down his mantle. Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have
The direful spectacle of the wrack, which touch'd
The very virtue of compassion in thee,
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely order'd, that there is no soul-
No, not so much perdition as an hair,
Betid to any creature in the vessel [Sit down;
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink.
For thou must now know farther.
Mira.
You have often
Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Concluding, "Stay, not yet."--
The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Out three years old.
Mira. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of anything the image tell me that Hath kept with thy remembrance.
"T is far off;
And rather like a dream than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants: Had I not
Four or five women once that tended me? [it is
Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: But how
That this lives in thy mind? What see'st thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here,
How thou cam'st here thou mayst.
Mira.
But that I do not.
Pro. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year
since
Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and
A prince of power.
Mira.
Sir, are not you my father?
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
Was Duke of Milan; and his only heir
And princess no worse issued.
Mira. What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was 't we did?
Both, both, my girl; By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence;
But blessedly holp hither.
Mira.
O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, [ther.
Which is from my remembrance! Please you far
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio.-
I pray thee mark me that a brother should
Be so perfidious;-he 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
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 rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-
Dost thou attend me?
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To thrash for overtopping; new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd them Or else new form'd them; having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts i' th' state To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, [not. And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou atten l'st Mira. O good sir, I do.
I pray thee, mark me.
I thus neglecting wordly ends, all dedicated
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
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
A falsehood, in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
A confidence sans bounds. 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,
To credit his own lie,-he did believe
He was indeed the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative: Hence his ambition growing,
Dost thou hear?
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Pro. To have no screen between this part he
play'd,
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Absolute Milan: Me, poor man! my library
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable: confederates
(So dry he was for sway) with the King of Naples,
To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas poor Milan!)
To most ignoble stooping.
Mira.
O the heavens! [me
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell
If this might be a brother.
Mira.
I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
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That hour destroy us?
Pro.
Well demanded, wench;
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not
(So dear the love my people bore me); nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark:
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carcase of a butt, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-soi row.
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
Than other princess can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
Mira. Heavens thank you for 't! And now, I pray you, sir,
(For still 't is beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm?
Pro.
Know thus far forth.
By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop.-Here cease more questions;
Thou art inclined to sleep; 't is a good dulness,
And give it way;-I know thou canst not choose.
[MIRANDA sleep.
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure; be 't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds: to thy strong bidding task Ariel, and all his quality.
Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade hee? Ari. To every article.
I boarded the king's ship: now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: Sometime I 'd divide
And burn in many places; on the topmast,
The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the pre-
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari.
Not a hair perish'd;
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle:
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
In a odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot.
Pro.
Of the king's ship The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, And all the rest o'the fleet.
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vexid Bermoothes, there she's hid The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet,
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples;
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wrack'd
And his great person perish.
Pro.
Ariel, thy charm
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work.
What is the time o' the day?
Ari.
Past the mid season.
Pro. At least two glasses: The time 'twixt six
and now
Must by us both be spent most preciously. [pairs
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
Which is not yet perforin'd me.
How now? moody?
What is 't thou canst demand? Ari.
To run upon the sharp wind of the north;
To do me business in the veins o' the earth,
When it is bak'd with frost.
Ari.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou
forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy,
Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
Ari. No, sir.
[tell me.
Pro. Thou hast: Where was she born? speak;
Ari. Sir, in Argier.
Pro.
O, was she so? I must
Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forgett'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did
They would not take her life: Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, sir.
[with child,
Pro. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought
And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, wast thou her servant:
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain
A dozen years, within which space she died,
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy
groans,
As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island
(Save for the son that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with
A human shape.
Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
What torment I did find thee in: thy groans
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts
Of ever-angry bears: it was a torment
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo; it was mine art,
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I willrend an oak,
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
Ari.
I do not love to look on.
Pro.
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices
That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.
Cal. [Within.] There 's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say; there 's other busines
Come, thou tortoise! when!
[for thee:
Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.
Ari.
My lord, it shall be done. [Exit.
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! [himself
Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd
With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,
And blister you all o'er.
Leramps.
Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made them.
Cal.
I must eat my dinner.
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island.
Pro.
Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have
us'd thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.
Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done!
Pardon, master; Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spriting gently.
Pro.
Do so; and after two days
I will discharge thee.
Ari.
That's my noble master!
What shall I do? say what: what shall I do?
Pro. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea;
Be subject to no sight but thine and mine; invisible
To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in 't: go, hence, with diligence.
Exit ARIEL
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. [on't
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit
Is, know how to curse: the red plague rid you,
For learning me your language!
Pro.
Hag-seed, hence!
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best,
To answer other business. Shrugg'st thou, malice?
If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly
What I command, I 'll rack the with old cramps;
Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
I must obey: his art is of such power,
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.
Pro.. So, slave; hence! [Exit CAL. FERRe-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing; DINAND following him.
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Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are corl 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:
[Burthen, ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell.
Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd
father:-
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
And say what thou seest yond'.
Mira.
What is 't? a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form:-But 't is a spirit.
Pro. No, wench; it eats, and sleeps, and hath
such senses
As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest,
Was in the wrack; and but he's something stain'd
With grief, that 's beauty's canker, thou mightst
call him
A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find them.
Mir.
I might call him
A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble
As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll
free thee
Within two days for this.
Fer.
Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe my prayer
May know if you remain upon this island;
And that you will some good instruction give,
How I may bear me here: My prime request,
you wonder!
Which I do last pronounce, is,
If you be maid or no?
Mira.
But certainly a maid.
Fer.
My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 't is spoken.
How! the best? What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee? Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples: He does hear me; And that he does I weep: myself am Naples; Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld The king my father wrack'd.
Mira.
Alack, for mercy!
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of
And his brave son, being twain.
Pro. The Duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control thee, If now 't were fit to do 't:-At the first sight [Aside. They have chang'd eyes:- Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good sir; I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father To be inclin'd my way!
Fer. And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples. Pro.
Soft, sir! one word more.They are both in either's powers; but this swift business [Asule.
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge
That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp The name thou ow'st not; and has put thyself Upon this island, as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on 't.
Fer. No, as I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a If the ill spirit have so fair a house, [templo Good things will strive to dwell with 't. Pro. Follow me.-[To FERD Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come. I'll manacle thy neck and feet together: Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husk Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow. No I will resist such entertainment, till Mine enemy has more power.
[He draws, and is charmed from moving O dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle, and not fearful.
What, I say, My foot my tutor! Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
[Aside And make thy weapon drop.
ter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO,
ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.
Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause
(So have we all) of joy; for our escape
Is much beyond our loss: Our hint of woe
Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,
The masters of some merchant, and the merchant,
Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle,
I mean our preservation, few in millions
Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort.
Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.
Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit;
By and by it will strike.
Gon. When every grief is entertain'd that's offer'd, comes to the entertainer
Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spoken truer than you purposed.
Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.
Gon. Therefore, my lord,—
Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!
Alon. I prithee spare.
Gon. Well, I have done: But yet
Seb. He will be talking.
Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.
Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
Ant. Or as 't were perfumed by a fen.
Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life.
Ant. True; save means to live.
Seb. Of that there 's none, or little.
Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how
Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawney.
Seb. With an eye of green in 't.
Ant. He misses not much.
Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed almost beyond credit)
Seb. As many vouched rarities are.
Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshness, and glosses; being rather new dyed than stained with salt water.
Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say, he lies?
Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.
Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh
as when we put them on first in Afric, at the mar
riage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the
King of Tunis.
[well in our return.
Seb. "T was a sweet marriage, and we prosper
Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such
& paragon to their queen.
Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.
Ant. Widow? a pox o' that! How came that
Ant. Which, of he, or Adrian, for a good wager, widow in? Widow Dido!
first begins to crow?
Seb. The old cock.
Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? good lord, how you take it!
Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me study of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
Adr. Carthage?
Gon. I assure you, Carthage.
Ant. His word is more than the miraculous Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next?
Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple.
Ant. And, soving the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islauds.
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