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Gor. The king and printe at prayers! let us No, not fo much perdition as an hair,
Betid to any creature in the vessel
For our cafe is as theirs.
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink.
For thou must now know further.
Mira. You have often
Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.
This wide-chopp'd rafcal ;-Would, thou might'ft lie drowning,
The washing of ten tides!"
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
The fky, it feems, would pour down ftinking pitch,
But that the fea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
Dafhes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
With those that I saw fuffer! a brave veffel,
Who had, no doubt, fome noble creatures in her,
Dafh'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor fouls! they perifh'd.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have funk the fea within the earth, or ere 4
It should the good fhip fo have fwallow'd, and
The freighting fouls within her.
Pro. Be collected;
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done.
Mira. O, woe the day!
Pro. No harm.
The direful fpectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
The very virtue of compaffion in thee,
I have with fuch provifion in mine art
So fafely ordered, that there is no foul-
Pro. Both, both, my girl:
By foul play, as thou fay'ft, were we heav'd thence; But bleffedly holp hither.
Mira. O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Anthonio,
I pray thee mark me,-that a brother should
Be fo perfidious!-he whom, next thyfelf,
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The manage of my ftate; as, at that time,
Through all the figniories it was the first,
And Profpero the prime duke; being fo reputed
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,
Without a parallel; thofe being all my study,
The government I caft upon my brother,
And to my ftate grew ftranger, being transported,
And wrapp'd in fecret ftudies. Thy falfe uncle
Doft thou attend me ?
Mira. Sir, moft heedfully.
Abfolutely. 2 Swallow. 6 Mingle.
3 Perhaps it fhould be ling, heath, &c. 4 Before. i. e. a very 8 Sorrow, grief, trouble.
Pre. Being once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom
To trash for over-topping; new created ['em,
The creatures that were mine; I fay, or chang'd
Or elfe new form'd 'em ; having both the key
Of officer and office, fet all hearts i' the state
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, [not.
And fuck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'ft
Mira. O good fir, I do.
Pro. I pray thee, mark me.
I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To clofeneis, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being fo retir'd,
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother
Awak'd an evil nature: and my truft,
To credit his own lie,-he did believe
He was, indeed, the duke; out of the fubftitution, And executing the outward face of royalty, [ing,With all prerogative:-Hence his ambition growDoft thou hear?
Mira. Your tale, fir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no fcreen between this part he play'd And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Abfolute Milan: Me, poor man!--my library Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable: confederates, So 2 dry he was for fway, 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 moft ignoble stooping,
Mira. O the heavens !
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falfhood, in its contrary as great
As my truft was; which had, indeed, no limit,
A confidence fans bound. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might elfe exact,-like one, Was I then to you!
Who having unto truth, by telling of it,
Made fuch a finner of his memory,
Pro. O a cherubim
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell
If this might be a brother.
Mira. I fhould fin
To think 3 but nobly of my grandmother:
Good wombs have born bad ions.
Pro. Now the condition.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's fuit;
Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises,
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,
Should prefently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon,
A treacherous army levy'd, one mid-night
Fated to the purpofe, did Anthonio open
The gates of Milan; and, 'the dead of darkness,
The minifters for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.
That wrings mine eyes to 't. Pro. Hear a little further,
Mira. Alack, for pity!
I, not remembring how I cried out then, Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint 4,
And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us ; without the which, this story Were most impertinent.
Mira. Wherefore did they not That hour deftroy us?
Pro. Well demanded, wench;
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durft not;
(So dear the love my people bore me) nor fet
A mark fo bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
Bore us fome leagues to fea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carcafs of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, fail, nor maft; the very rats
Inftinctively had quit it: there they hoift us
To cry to the fea that roar'd to us; to figh
To the winds, whose pity, fighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.
Mira. Alack! what trouble
Thou waft, that did preferve me! Thou didst smile, Infufed with a fortitude from heaven,
When I have 5 deck'd the sea with drops full falt ;
Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
An undergoing ftomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.
Mira. How came we afhore?
Pro. By Providence divine.
Some food we had, and fome fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Out of his charity, who being then appointed
Mafter of this defign, did give us; with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which fince have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
Mira. Would I might
But ever see that man !
Pro. Now, I arife:-
Sit ftill, and hear the laft of our fea-forrow.
Here in this ifland we arriv'd; and here
Have I, thy fchoolmaster, made thee more profit
Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not fo careful. [you, fir,
Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray
(For ftill 'tis beating in my mind) your reafon
For raising this fea-storm?
Pro. Know thus far forth.
To trash, Warburton fays, is to cut away the fuperfluities. ✦ Suggestion. Covered. 6 i. e. a itubborn refolution,
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this fhore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A moft aufpicious ftar; whofe influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop.-Here cease more questions ;
Thou art inclin'd to fleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way:-I know, thou canst not choose→→
2 Thirsty. 3 Otherwife than,
What is the time o' the day?
Ari, Paft the mid feason.
Come away, fervant, come: I am ready now;
Approach, my Ariel, come.
Pro. Atleaft two glaffes: the time 'twixt fix and now,
Ari, All hail, great master! grave fir, hail! I come Muft by us both be fpent most preciously.
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
To fwim, to dive into the fire, to ride
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou doft give me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou haft promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.
On the curl'd clouds; to thy trong bidding, tafk
Ariel, and all his quality.
Pro. How now, moody?
Pro. Haft thou, spirit,
What is 't thou canft demand?
Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bade thee?
Ari. My liberty.
Ari. To every article.
Pro. Before the time be out? No more.
I boarded the king's fhip; now on the beak,
Now in the wafte, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-maft,
The yards, and bolt-sprit, would I flame diftinctly,
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precur-
O'the dreadfulthunder-clap, more momentary
And fight-out-running were not: The fire, and cracks
Of fulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.
Pro. My brave fpirit!
Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason?
Ari. Not a foul
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of defperation: All, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vellel,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's fon, Ferdinand,
With hair upstarting (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.
Pro. Why, that's my fpirit! But was not this nigh fhore?
Ari. Close by, my mafter.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, fafe?
Ari. Not a hair perifh'd;
On their fuftaining garments not a blemish,
But frether than before: and, as thou bad't me,
In troops I have difpers'd them 'bout the ile:
The king's fon have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with fighs,
In an odd angle of the ifle, and fitting,
His arms in this fad knot.
Pro. Of the king's thip,
The mariners, fay how thou haft difpos'd,
And all the rest o' the fleet?
Ari. I pray thee:
Remember, I have done thee worthy fervice;
Told thee no lies, made thee.no miftakings, ferv'd
Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didit promife
To bate me a full year.
Pro. Doft thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?.
Pro.Thou doft; and think'ft it much to tread the ooze
Of the falt deep;
To run upon the fharp wind of the north;
To do me bufinefs in the veins o' the earth,
When it is bak'd with froft.
Ari. I do not, fir.
Pro. Thou ly'it, malignant thing! Haft thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy,
Was grown into a hoop? haft thou forgot her?
Ari. No, fir.
Pro. Thou haft: Where was the born? fpeak; tell me.
Ari. Sir, in Argier 4.
Pro. Oh, was the fo? I muft,
Once in a month, recount what thou haft been,
Which thou forgett'ft. This damn'd witch, Sycorax,
For mifchiefs manifold, and forceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know'it, was banith'd; for one thing the did,
They would not take her life: Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, fir.
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with
And here was left by the failors: Thou, my flave,
A thou report'ft thyself, waft then her fervant:
And, for thou watt a fpirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhor'd commands,
Refufing her grand hetts, the did confine thee,
By help of her more potent minifters,
And in her moft unmitigable rage,
Irto a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprifon'd, thou didit painfully remain
A dozen years; within which space fhe died,
And left thee there; where thou didit vent thy groans,
As faft as mill-wheels trike: Then was this ifland
(Save for the fon that he did litter here,
A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with
A human thape.
Airi Safely in harbour
Is the king's fhip; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dit me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the ftill-vex'd Bermoothes, there the's hid:
The mariners all under hatches ftow'd;
Whom, with a charm join'd to their fufter'd labour,
I have left afleep: and for the reft o' the fleet,
Which I difpers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote 3,
Bound fadly home for Naples;
Suppofing that they faw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great perfon perish.
Pro. Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:
I Performed to the minuteft article.
Ari. Yes; Caliban her fon.
Pro, Dull thing, I fay fo; he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in fervice. Thou beit know'st
What torment I did find thee in: thy groans
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breafts
Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo; it was mine art,
2 Bermudas. 3 Flote is wave. 4 Algiers
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.
Ari. I thank thee, mafter.
Pro. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an oak, For I am all the subjects that you have,
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou haft howl'd away twelve winters.
Ari. Pardon, master:
I will be correfpondent to command,
And do my fpiriting gently.
Pro. Do fo; and after two days
I will difcharge thee.
Ari. That's my noble master!
What shall I do? fay what? what shall I do?
Pro. Go make thyfelf like to a nymph o' the fea;
Be fubject to no fight but thine and mine; invifible
To every eye-ball elfe. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in it: go, hence, with diligence.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou haft flept well;
Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Heavinefs in me.
Pro. Shake it off: Come on;
Enter Ariel like a water-nymph.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.
Ari. My lord, it shall be done.
Pro. Thou poifonous flave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
The fresh fprings, brine-pits, barren place, and fertile
Curs'd be I, that I did fo!-All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
Cal. As wicked' dew as e'er my mother brush'd
With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,
Drop on you both! a fouth-weit blow on ye,
And blifter you all o'er!
Pro. For this, be fure, to-night thou shalt have
Side-stitches that fhall pen thy breath up; urchins 2
Shall for that vaft of night 3 that they may work,
All exercife on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more ftinging
Than bees that made 'em.
We'll vifit Caliban, my flave, who never
Yields us kind answer.
Mira. 'Tis a villain, fir,
I do not love to look on.
Pro. But, as 'tis,
We cannot mifs him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and ferves in offices
That profit us. What ho! flave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.
Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I fay; there's other bufinefs for Fetch us in fewel, and be quick; thou wert best,
Come, thou tortoife! when?
[thee: To anfwer other bufinefs. Shrug'ft thou, malice
If thou neglect'ft, or doft unwillingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, [Exit. That beafts fhall tremble at thy din.
Cal. No, pray thee!
I must obey; his art is of fuch power,
It would controul my dam's god Setebos,
And make a vaffal of him.
Pro. So, flave; hence!
Cal. I muft eat my dinner.
This ifland's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'il from me, When thou cameft first,
Thou stroak'uft me, and mad'it much of me; wouldit
Water with berries in't; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the lefs,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
And fhew'd thee all the qualities o' the ifle,
Who firft was mine own king: and here you fty me.
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island.
Pro. Thou moft lying flave,
Whom ftripes may move, not kindnefs; I have us'd
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst feek to violate
The honour of my child.
Cal. Oh ho, oh ho!--wou'd it had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled elfe
This ifle with Calibans.
Pro. Abhorred flave,
Which any print of goodness will not ta' e,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, [hour
Took pains to make thee fpeak, taught thee each
One thing or other: when thou didst not, favage,
Know thy own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
A thing more brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known: But thy
vild race 4
Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which good
Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou
Defervedly confin'd into this rock,
Who hadit deferv'd more than a prison.
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curfe: the red plague 5 rid you,
For learning me your language!
Pro. Hag-feed, hence!
Enter Ferdinand at the remoteft part of the flage,
and Ariel invifible, playing and finging.
Come unto thefe yellow fands,
And then take bands:
Court fed when you have, and kifs'd,
(The wild waves whift 7)
Foot it featly here and there;
And, feet fprites, the burden bear.
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.
The watch-dogs bark:
Bar. Bowgh, wowgh.
Hark, bark! I hear
The firain of frutting Chanticlere
2 Perhaps put here for fairies.
4 Race, in this place, feems to fignify original difpofition, inborn qualities
• We learn from Magellan's voyage, that Setebos was the fupreme God of the Patagons. 7 Silent.
3 The dead wafte, or middle of the night.
5 The eryfipclas.
Fer. Where fhould this mufic be? i'the air, or the
It founds no more: and fure, it waits upon [earth?
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This mufic crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury, and my paffion,
With its fweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather:-But 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.
Ariel's Song. Full fathom five thy father lies, Of bis bones are coral made; Thoje are pearls, that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth fuffer a fea-change, Into fomething rich and frange. Sea-nymphs bourly ring his knell. Hark, now I hear them,-ding-dong bell. [Burden, ding-dong. Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd fa- They are both in either's powers: but this swift This is no mortal bufinefs, nor no found [ther:-1
Pro. Soft, fir; one word more.
I muft uneafy make, left too light winning
That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
And fay, what thou feeft yond'.
Mira. What is't? a fpirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, fir,
It carries a brave form:-But 'tis a fpirit.
Pro. No, wench; it eats, and fleeps,
hath fuch fenses
As we have, fuch: This gallant, which thou feeft,
Was in the wreck; and, but he's fomething stain'd
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'ft
A goodly perfon: he hath loft his fellows,
And strays about to find them.
Mira. I might call him
A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever faw fo noble.
Pro. It goes on, I fee, [Afide.] [free thee As my foul prompts it:-Spirit, fine fpirit, I'll Within two days for this.
Fer. Moft fure, the goddess On whom thefe airs attend!
Mira. Alack, for mercy!
[of Milan, Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke And his brave fon, being twain.
May know, if you remain upon this island;
And that you will fome good instruction give,
How I may bear me here: My prime request,
Which I do laft pronounce, is, O you wonder!
If you be maid, or no?
Mira, No wonder, fir;
But, certainly a maid.
Fer. My language! heavens !
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis fpoken.
Pro. How! the best?
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee?|
Fer. A fingle thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples: He does hear me
And that he does, I weep: myfelf am Naples ;
Who with mine eyes, ne'er fince at ebb, beheld
The king my father wreck'd.
Pro. The duke of Milan,
And his more braver daughter, could controul2 thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't:- -At the first fight
[Afide to Ariel.
They have chang'd eyes:-Delicate Ariel,
I'll fet thee free for this.A word, good fir;
I fear you have done yourself fome wrong: a
That thou attend me: thou doft here ufurp
The name thou ow'ft not; and haft put thyself
and 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 fuch
a temple :
If the ill fpirit have so fair an house,
Good things will strive to dwell with 't.
Pro. [To Ferd.] Follow me.-
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come,
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Sea-water fhalt thou drink, thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muffels, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.
I will refift fuch entertainment, till
-Vouchfafe, my Mine enemy has more power.
Mira. O dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle, and not fearful 3.
Pro. What, I fay,
Mira. Why speaks my father fo ungently? This
Is the third man that I e'er faw; the first,
That e'er I figh'd for: pity, move my father
To be inclin'd my way!
Fer. O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The queen of Naples.
[Afide. Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge thee,
My foot my tutor?-Put thy fword up, traitor; Who mak'ft a fhew, but dar'ft not strike, thy confcience
Is fo poffefs'd with guilt: come from thy ward;
For I can here difarm thee with this stick,
And make thy weapon drop.
Mira. Befeech you, father!
Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments,
Mira. Sir, have pity;
I'll be his furety.
Pro. Silence: one word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee.-
| An advocate for an impoftor? hush!
fignifies here, as in many other places of our author's plays, to own. 2 Confute thee.