Beats. Here, master: What cheer?
Master. Good: Speak to the mariners: fall to 't
Jarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.
[Exit. Beats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my arts; yare, yare: Take in the topsail: Tend to the master's whistle.-Blow till thou burst thy wind, room enough!
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand,
Gonzalo, and others.
om. Good boatswain, have care.
ter? Play the men.
ats, I pray now, keep below.
4. Where is the master, boson?
Pats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour:
Keep your cabins: You do assist the storm.
G. Nay, good, be patient.
boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these
Farers for the name of king? To cabin: silence;
Gen. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Bats, None that I more love than myself. You a counsellor; if you can command these eleBts to silence, and work the peace of the present, will not hand a rope more; use your authority. You cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, make yourself ready in your cabin for the mistance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good tearts.-Out of our way, I say.
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?
Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist
For our case is as theirs.
Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunk
This wide-chopp'd rascal;-'Would, thou mightst
The washing of ten tides!"
[lic drowning,
He'll be hang'd yet;
Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at wid'st to glut him.
[4 confused noise within.]-Mercy on us! We split,
we split !-Farewell, my wife and children! Fare-
well, brother! We split, we split, we split !-
Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
Seb. Let's take leave of him.
Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea
for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown
furze, anything: The wills above be done! but I
would fain die a dry death.
SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of Prospero.
Enter Prospero and Miranda.
Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
Who had no doubt some noble creature in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er
It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
The fraughting souls within her.
Exit. Pro.
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
Be collected;
There's no harm done. Mira. O, woe the day!
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.
'Tis time
I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magic garment from me.-So;
[Lays down his mante.
Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have
comfort.
. I have great comfort from this fellow: metaks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his comction is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to Es hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, cur own doth little advantage! If he be not born the hanged our case is miserable. [Exeunt.
Beats. Down with the topmast; yare; lower, lower;
g her to try with main-course. [A cry within.
Apaque upon this howling! they are louder than
Le weather, or our office.
Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo.
Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er
and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
Sh. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphem-
cas, incharitable dog!
Beat. Work you, then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noisemaker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. . I'll warrant him for drowning; though the Sup were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky cunstanched wench.
Pets. Lay her a-hold, a-hold: set her two courses; to sea again; lay her off.
Mr. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
Pro.
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.
Certainly, sir, I can.
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person?
Of anything the image tell me that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.
Mira.
'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? [is it
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 may'st.
Mira.
But that I do not.
Pro. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year
Thy father was the duke of Milan, and [since,
A prince of power.
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?
Pro.
Both, both, my girl; By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither.
O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance!
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?
Mira. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash for overtopping; new created [them, The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd 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 attend'st Mira. O good sir, I do.
Pro. I pray thee, mark me. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness, and the bettering of my mind With that, which, but by being so retired, 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 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, 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?
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 roya
He thinks me now incapable: confederates
(So dry he was for sway) with the king of Napl
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.
O the heavens !
Mira.
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tel
If this might be a brother. Mira. I shoul
To think but nobly of my grandmother :
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Pro.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother: Whereo:
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkne
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self. Mira. Alack, for f
I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint,
That wrings mine eyes to 't.
Hear a little farth And then I'll bring thee to the present busines Which now's upon us; without the which, this st Were most impertinent. Mira.
That hour destroy us?
Pro.
Well demanded, wench
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they dursti
(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 prepa
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.
Alack! what trouble Pro. O! a cherubin Thou wast that did preserve me! Thou didst sm Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt Under my burthen groan'd; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up Against what should ensue. Mira.
Pro. By Providence divine, Some food we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity (who being then appointed Master of this design) did give us; with Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Which since have steaded much; so, of his gent Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, [ne From mine own library, with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. Mira. 'Would I might But ever see that man! Pro. Now I arise:Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island we arriv'd; and here Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Than other princes can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. [you, s Mira. Heavens thank you for 't! And now, I pr (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 question Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 't is a good dulness,
And give it way;-I know thou canst not choose. |
[Miranda sleeps.
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;
Approach, my Ariel; come.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast tho
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and
Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgo
Ari. No, sir.
Pro. Thou hast: Where was she born?
Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pro, O, was she so
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
To answer thy best pleasure; be 't to fily,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding task
Ariel, and all his quality. Pro. Hast thou, spirit,
Ferform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
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,
Den meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precurs-
the dreadful thunder-claps, inore momentary [ors
And sight-outrunning were not. The fire, and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.
My brave spirit!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason? Ari. Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation: All but mariners
Fung'd in the foarning brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair,)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.'
Fro.
Why, that's my spirit!
Close by, my master.
Fro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari.
Not a hair perish'd;
e their sustaining garments not a blemish,
Et fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,
troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle :
he king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
Lut was not this nigh shore?
Ari.
an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, His arms in this sad knot.
The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o' the fleet.
Ari.
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bernoothes, there she 's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
hom, 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,
Aaf his great person perish. Pro. Ariel, thy charge
actly is perform'd; but there's more work:
What is the time o' the day?
Ari.
Past the mid season.
Pr. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six
Yst by us both be spent most preciously. [and now
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me
pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.
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Which thou forgett'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax,
For mischiefs inanifold, 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.
[child,
Pro. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with
And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, wast then 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 thygroans,
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. Ari. Yes; Caliban her son.
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.
Ari.
I thank thee, master.
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak,
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
Ari.
I will be correspondent to command,
| And do my spriting gently.
Do so; and after two days
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.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
Awake!
Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me. Pro. Shake it off: Come on;
We 'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer. Mira. T is a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on. Pro. But, as 't is,
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 business for
Come, thou tortoise! when!
[thee:
Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph.
How now? moody? Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
What is 't thou canst demand? Ari. My liberty.
Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Ari
I prithee
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Toid thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst pro-
To bate me a full year.
[mise
Pro.
Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee? Ari. No.
Pro. Thou dost; and think'st it much to tread the
Of the salt deep:
My lord, it shall be done. [Exit.
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
Enter Caliban.
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.
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
Ari. I do not, sir. As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
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.,
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