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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. Alonso, King of Naples.
STEPHANO, a drunken Butler. SEBAstian, his Brother.
Master of a Ship, Boatswain, Mariners.
MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero.
Ceres, Gonzalo, an honest old Counsellor.
Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
SCENE I.-On a Ship at Sea.
Boats. Down with the top-mast: yare ; lower, lower. A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard. Bring her to try with main-course. [A cry within.) A Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain, as on ship- plague upon this howling ! they are louder than the board, shaking off wet.
weather, or our office.Master. Boatswain !
Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. Boats. Here, master : what cheer?
Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and Mast. Good. Speak to the mariners : fall_to't drown? Have you a mind to sink? yarely, or werun ourselvesaground: bestir, bestir. (Exit. Seb. A poxo' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, Enter Mariners.
incharitable dog! Boats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts ! Boats. Work you, then. yare, yare. Take in the topsail; tend to the master's Ant. Hang, cur, hang ! you whoreson, insolent noisewhistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. enough!
Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, Ferdinand, GON- ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky as ZALO, and Others, from the Cabin.
an unstanched wench. Alon. Good boatswain, have a care. Where's the Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold. Set her two courses : master? Play the men.
off to sea again ; lay her off. Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Enter Mariners, wet. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ?
Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! alllost! [Exeunt. Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour. Boats. What! must our mouths be cold ? Keep your cabins : you do assist the storm.
Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist them. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
For our case is as theirs. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these Seb. I am out of patience. roarers for the name of king? To cabin : silence ! Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunktrouble us not.
ards.Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. This wide-chapp'd rascal, -would, thou might'st lie Boats. None that I more love than myself. You
drowning, are a counsellor : if you can command these elements The washing of ten tides ! to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will Gon.
He'll be hanged yet, not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you Though every drop of water swear against it, cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make And gape ať wid'st to glut him. (A confused noise yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the within.] Mercy on us !hour, if it so hap.—Cheerly, good hearts!—Out of our We split, we split !— Farewell
, my wife and children !way, I say.
, brother !—We split, we split, we split !Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow : me- Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
[Exit. thinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; his
Seb. Let's take leave of him.
(Exit. complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea to his hanging : make the rope of his destiny our cable, for an acre of barren ground ; long heath, brown furze, for our own doth little advantage. If he be not born any thing. The wills above be done ! but I would fain to be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt. die a dry death.
SCENE II.—The Island: before the cell of PROSPERO.
Sir, are not you my father?
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She said-thou wast my daughter; and thy father
And princess, no worse issued. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Mira,
0, the heavens ! But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's heat, What foul play had we, that we came from thence ? Dashes the fire out. O! I have suffer'd
Or blessed was't, we did ? With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
Both, both, my girl : Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence ; Dash'd all to pieces. O! the cry did knock
But blessedly holp hither. Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd. Mira.
0! my heart bleeds Had I been any god of power, I would
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er
Which is from my remembrance. Please you, farther. It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call d Antonio,– The fraughting souls within her.
I pray thee, mark me,—that a brother should Pro.
Be collected : Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself,
The manage of my state; as, at that time,
Through all the signiories it was the first,
No harm. (And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed I have done nothing but in care of thee,
In dignity) and, for the liberal arts,
And to my state grew stranger, being transported Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle--
Dost thou attend me?
Sir, most heedfully. Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Pro.
"Tis time How to deny them, whom t'advance, and whom I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, To trash for over-topping, new created And pluck my magic garment from me.—So : The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd them,
[Lays down his robe. Or else new form'd them; having both the key Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd To what tune pleas'd his ear;
that now he was The very virtue of compassion in thee,
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, I have with such prevision in mine art
And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not. So safely order'd, that there is no soul
Mira. O good sir! I do. No, not so much perdition as an hair,
I pray thee, mark me. Betid to any creature in the vessel
I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit To closeness, and the bettering of my mind down;
With that, which but by being so retired For thou must now know farther.
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Mira.
You have often Awak'd an evil nature : and my trust, Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd,
Like a good parent, did beget of himn And left me to bootless inquisition,
A falsehood, in its contrary as great Concluding, “Stay, not yet.'
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Pro.
The hour's now come, A confidence sans bound. He being thus loaded, The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
To credit his own lie,- he did believe
He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution,
With all prerogative :-hence his ambition Hath kept with thy remembrance.
Growing, -Dost thou hear? Mira.
'Tis far off;
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. And rather like a dream, than an assurance
Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd, That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Four or five women once, that tended me?
Absolute Milan. Me, poor man!--my library Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it, Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else He thinks me now incapable; confederates In the dark backward and abysm of time?
(So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, To give him annual tribute, do him homage, How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend Mira.
But that I do not. The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan !) Pro. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, To most ignoble stooping. Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
O the heavens ! A prince of power.
Pro. Mark his condition, and th'event; then tell me, If this might be a brother.
For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
For raising this sea-storm?
Know thus far forth. Good wombs have borne bad sons.
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Pro.
Now the condition. Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore; and by my prescience
Will ever after droop: Here cease more questions. Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan,
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, With all the honours, on my brother: whereon, And give it way :-I know thou canst not choose. A treacherous army levied, one midnight,
[MIRANDA sleeps. Pated to the practise, did Antonio open
Come away, servant, come! I am ready now.
Ari. All hail, great master; grave sir, hail. I come Mira. Alack, for pity!
To answer thy best pleasure; be 't to fly, I, not remembʼring how I cried out then,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride Will cry it o'er again : it is a hint,
On the curl'd clouds: to thy strong bidding task That wrings mine eyes to't.
Ariel, and all his quality.
Hast thou, spirit,
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Mira.
Wherefore did they not Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, That hour destroy us?
I flam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide, Pro.
Well demanded, wench : And burn in many places; on the topmast, My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not, The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
Then meet, and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors A mark so bloody on the business; but
O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
And sight-outrunning were not: the fire, and cracks In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepar'd Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
Yea, his dread trident shake. Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
My brave spirit! Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil To cry to the sea that roar’d to us; to sigh
Would not infect his reason? To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Not a soul Did us but loving wrong.
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Mira.
Alack! what trouble Some tricks of desperation. All, but mariners, Was I then to you!
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Pro. O! a cherubim
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, Thou wast, that did preserve me. Thou didst smile, With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair) Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, “ Hell is empty, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt, And all the devils are here." Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
Why, that's my spirit! An undergoing stomach, to bear up
But was not this nigh shore ? Against what should ensue.
Close by, my master. Mira.
How came we ashore ? Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Pro. By Providence divine.
Not a hair perish'd; Some food we had, and some fresh water, that On their sustaining garments not a blemish, A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me, Out of his charity, (who being then appointed In troops I have dispers’d them 'bout the isle. Master of this design) did give us; with
The king's son have I landed by himself, Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs Which since have steaded much : so, of his gentleness, In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
His arms in this sad knot. From my own library, with volumes that
Of the king's ship I prize above my dukedom.
The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, Mira.
Would I might
And all the rest o' the fleet? But ever see that man !
Safely in harbour Pro. Now I arise :- [Puts on his robe again. Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Thou call’dst me up at midnight to fetch dew Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid : Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit The mariners all under hatches stow'd; Than other princes can, that have more time
Whom, with a charm joined to their suffer'd labour, For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again,
Bound sadly home for Naples,
The pine, and let thee out. Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Ari.
I thank thee, master. And his great person perish.
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, Pro.
Ariel, thy charge And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Exactly is perform’d; but there's more work. Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. What is the time o' the day?
Pardon, master: Ari.
Past the mid season. I will be correspondent to command,
Do so, and after two days Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dostgive me pains, I will discharge thee. Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Ari,
That's my noble master! Which is not yet perform'd me.
What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Pro.
How now! moody? Pro. Go, make thyself a like nymph o' the sea: be What is 't thou canst demand?
To no sight but thine and mine; invisible Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
To every eyeball, else. Go, take this shape, Ari.
I prithee And hither come in't: go; hence, with diligence. Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
[Exit ARIEL. Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv'd. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Without or grudge, or grumblings. Thou didst promise Awake! To bate me a full year.
Mira. The strangeness of your story put [Waking. Pro. Dost thou forget
Heaviness in me. From what a torment I did free thee?
Shake it off. Come on: Ari.
We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
'Tis a villain, sir, To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
I do not love to look on. To do me business in the veins o' th' earth,
But, as 'tis, When it is bak'd with frost.
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Ari.
I do not, sir.
Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices
Thou earth, thou! speak.
Pro. Come forth, I say: there's other business for thee. Pro.
Thou hast. Where was she born? Come, thou tortoise ! when? speak; tell me.
Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph. Ari. Sir, in Argier.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Pro. O! was she so? I must,
Hark in thine ear. Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
My lord, it shall be done. (Exit. Which thou forget’st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible Upon thy wicked dam, come forth ! To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Enter CALIBAN. Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did, Cal. As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd They would not take her life. Is not this true ? With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Ari. Ay, sir.
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, Pro. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child, And blister you all o'er! And here was left by the sailors : thou, my slave Pro. Forthis, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant: Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging By help of her more potent ministers,
Than bees that made 'em. And in her most unmitigable rage,
I must eat my dinner. Into a cloven pine ; within which rift
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st here first, A dozen years; within which space she died,
Thou strok’dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans give me As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island Water with berries in't; and teach me how (Save for a son that she did litter here,
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
And showd thee all the qualities o'th' isle,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile.
For I am all the subjects that you have, Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Which first was mine own king : and here you sty me, Of ever-angry bears. It was a torment
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me To lay upon the damn’d, which Sycorax
The rest o' th' island. Could not again undo: it was mine art,
Thou most lying slave, When I arriv'd and heard thee, that made gape Whom stripes may move, not kindness, I have us'd thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee This is no mortal business, nor no sound
[Music above. Cal. O ho! Oho!-would it had been done!
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
And say, what thou seest yond'. This isle with Calibans.
What is't? a spirit ? Pro. Abhorred slave,
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, Which any print of goodness will not take,
It carries a brave form :but 'tis a spirit. Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Pro. No, wench: it eats and sleeps, and hath such Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, As we have; such. This gallant, which thou seest, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With grief, that's beauty'scanker, thou might'st call him With words that made them known; but thy vile race, A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows, Though thou didstlearn, had thatin't which good natures and strays about to find 'em. Could not abide to be with : therefore wast thou
I might call him Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
A thing divine, for nothing natural Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.
I ever saw so noble. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Pro.
It goes on, I see, [Aside. Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you, As my soul prompts it.-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee For learning me your language !
Within two days for this.
Most sure, the goddess (Seeing her. Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best,
On whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe, my prayer To answer other business. Shrug’st thou, malice ? May know if you remain upon this island,
Kneels. If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly
And that you will some good instruction give, What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps ; How I may bear me here : my prime request, Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder ! That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
you be maid, or no? Cal.
No, pray thee !-
No wonder, sir;
My language ! heavens !--[Rises. And make a vassal of him.
I am the best of them that speak this speech, Pro.
So, slave; hence! (Exit Caliban. Were I but where 'tis spoken. Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing; Ferdi- Pro.
How ! the best? NAND following.
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? ARIEL's Song.
Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders Come unto these yellow sands,
To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me,
And that he does I weep: myself am Naples ;
Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld
The king, my father, wreck'd.
Alack, for mercy! And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan,
And his brave son, being twain.
The duke of Milan,
And his more braver daughter, could control thee, Burden. Bow, wow.
If now 'twere fit to do't.-[Aside.] At the first sight
They have chang'd eyes : --delicate Ariel,
I'll set thee free for this !—[To him.] A word, good sir;
I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Fer. Where should this music be? i' th' air, or th' Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This earth?
Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first It sounds no more ;-and sure, it waits upon
That e'er I sigh'd for. Pity move my father Some god o' th' island. Sitting on a bank,
To be inclin'd my way! Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
0! if a virgin, This music crept by me upon the waters,
And your affection not gone forth, I'lï make you Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
of Naples. With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
Soft, sir : one word more.-Or it hath drawn me rather :-but 'tis gone.- [Aside.] They are both in either's powers: but this No, it begins again.
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.-[To him.] One word more: I
That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp
The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself
Upon this island as
From me, the lord on't.
No, as I am a man. [Burden : ding-dong. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: Hark ! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father. Good things will strive to dwell with't.
spy, to win it