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tell me

And executing the outward face of royalty, Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me With all prerogative: hence his ambition grow- An undergoing stomach, to bear up ing

Against what should ensue. Dost thou hear ?


How came we ashore ? Mir. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pros. By Providence divine. Pros. To have no screen between this part he Some food we had and some fresh water that 160 play'd

A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Out of his charity, who being then appointed Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library Master of this design, did give us, with Was dukedom large enough: oftemporal royal- Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries, ties

Which since have steaded much; so, of his genHe thinks me now incapable; confederates

tleness, So dry he was for sway-wi' the King of Naples Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me To give him annual tribute, do him homage, From mine own library with volumes that Subject his coronet to his crown and bend I prize above


dukedom. The dukedom yet unbow'd-alas, poor Milan ! Mir.

Would I might
To most ignoble stooping.

But ever see that man !
O the heavens !

Pros. Now I arise : [Resumes his mantle. Pros. Mark his condition and the event; then Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. 170

Here in this island we arrived; and here If this might be a brother.

Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Mir. I should sin

Than other princesses can that have more time To think but nobly of my grandmother:

For vainer hours and tutors not so careful. Good wombs have borne bad sons.

Mir. Heavens thank

for't! And now,

Now the condition, 120

pray you, sir, This King of Naples, being an enemy

For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; For raising this sea-storm? Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises


Know thus far forth. Of homage and I know not how much tribute, By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Should presently extirpate me and mine

Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Out of the dukedom and confer fair Milan Brought to this shore; and by my prescience 180 With all the honours on my brother: whereon, I find my zenith doth depend upon A treacherous army levied, one midnight

A most auspicious star, whose influence Fated to the purpose did Antonio open

If now I court not but omit, my fortunes The gates of Milan, and, i' the dead of dark- Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions: ness,

130 Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, The ministers for the purpose hurried thence And give it way: I know thou canst not choose. Me and thy crying self.

[Miranda sleeps. Mir. Alack, for pity!

Come away, servant, come. I am ready now. I, not remembering how I cried out then, Approach, my Ariel, come. Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint

Enter ARIEL. That wrings mine eyes to't.

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail ! Pros. Hear a little further

I come And then I'll bring thee to the present business To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, 190 Which now's upon's; without the which this story To swim, to dive into the tire, to ride Were most impertinent.

On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task Mir.

Wherefore did they not Ariel and all his quality. That hour destroy us?


Hast thou, spirit, Pros.

Well demanded, wench: Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? My tale provokes that question. Dear, they Ari. To every article. durst not,

140 I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, So dear the love my people bore me, nor set

Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, A mark so bloody on the business, but

I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide, With colours fairer painted their foul ends. And burn in many places; on the topmast, In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,

The yards and bowsprit, would I fame distinctly, Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the preA rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,

cursors Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats

O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Instinctively have quitit: there they hoist us, And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune To the winds whose pity, sighing back again, 150 Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble, Did us but loving wrong:

Yea, his dread trident shake.
Alack, what trouble


My brave spirit ! Was I then to you!

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
0, a cherubin

Would not infect his reason?
Thou wast that did preserve me.
Thou didst Ari.

Not a soul smile,

But felt a fever of the mad and play'd Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners 210 When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt, Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,


Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, Pros.

Thou hast. Where was she born? With hair up-staring,—then like reeds, not hair, speak; tell me.

260 Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is Ari. Sir, in Argier. empty,


O, was she so? I must And all the devils are here.'

Once in a month recount what thou hast been, Pros.

Why, that's my spirit! Which thou forget'st. This damn’d witch Sycorax, But was not this nigh shore?

For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible Ari.

Close by, my master. To enter human hearing, from Argier,
But are they, Ariel, safe?

Thou know'st, was banish'd : for one thing she did Ari.

Not a hair perish'd; They would not take her life. Is not this true ? On their sustaining garments not a blemish,

Ari. Ay, sir. But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me, Pros. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle. 220 with child The king's son have I landed by himself;

And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs

As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant; In an odd angle of the isle and sitting,

And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate His arms in this sad knot.

To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Pros.

Of the king's ship Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, The mariners say how thou hast disposed

By help of her more potent ministers And all the rest o' the fleet.

And in her most unmitigable rage, Ari.

Safely in harbour Into a cloven pine ; within which rift
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Imprison'd thou didst painfully remain
Thou call’dst me up at midnight to fetch dew A dozen years; within which space she died
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid: And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy
The mariners all under hatches stow'd ;


280 Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet

islandWhich I dispersed, they all have met again Save for the son that she did litter here, And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

A freckled whelp hag-born-not honour'd with Bound sadly home for Naples,

A human shape. Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd Ari.

Yes, Caliban her son. And his great person perish.

Pros. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban Pros.

Ariel, thy charge Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work. What torment I did find thee in; thy groans What is the time o' the day?

Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts Ari.

Past the mid season. Of ever angry bears : it was a torment Pros. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt To lay upon the damn’d, which Sycorax 29 six and now

240 Could not again undo: it was mine art, Must by us both be spent most preciously. When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give The pine and let thee out. me pains,


I thank thee, master. Let me remember thee what thou hast promised, Pr. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak Which is not yet perform'd me.


peg thee in his knotty entrails till Pros.

How now? moody? | Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. What is't thou canst demand?


Pardon, master; Ari.

My liberty. I will be correspondent to command
Pros. Before the time be out? no more! And do my spiriting gently.

I prithee,

Do so, and after two days
Remember I have done thee worthy service; I will discharge thee.
Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, Ari.

That's my noble master! served

What shall I do? say what; what shall I do? 300 Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst Pros. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: promise

be subject To bate me a full year.

To no sight but thine and mine, invisible Pros.

Dost thou forget 250 To every eyeball else. Go take this shape From what a torment I did free thee?

And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence ! Ari. No.

[Exit Ariel. Pros. Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; the ooze

Awake! Of the salt deep,

Mir. The strangeness of your story put To run upon the sharp wind of the north,

Heaviness in me.
To do me business in the veins o' the earth

Shake it off.

Come on;
When it is baked with frost.

We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never Ari.

I do not, sir.

Yields us kind answer. Pros. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou Mir.

'Tis a villain, sir, forgot

I do not love to look on.
The foul witch Sycorax, who with

But, as 'tis,

310 Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her ? We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Ari. No, sir.

Fetch in our wood and serves in offices

and envy

That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban! Could not abide to be with; therefore wast th Thou earth, thou ! speak.

Deservedly confined into this rock, Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within. Who hadst deserved more than a prison. Pros. Comie forth, I say! there's other busi- Cal. You taught me language; and my pr ness for thee :

on't Come, thou tortoise! when ?

Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid

For learning me your language !
Re-enter Ariel like a water-nymph.


Hag-seed, hen Fine apparition ! My quaint Ariel,

Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou’rt best, Hark in thine ear.

To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, mali Ari.

My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly Pros. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil What I command, I'll rack thee with old cram himself

Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar Upon thy wicked dam, come forth !

320 That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

No, pray tt

[Aside] I must obey: his art is of such power, Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd It would control my dam's god, Setebos, With raven's feather from unwholesome fen And make a vassal of him. Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye

Pros. So, slave; hence ! [Exit Calib And blister you all o'er ! Pros. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singi have cramps,

FERDINAND following. Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up;


Ariel's song.
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd

Come unto these yellow sands,
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging

And then take hands: Than bees that made 'em.

Courtsied when you have and kiss'd Cal. I must eat my dinner. 330

The wild waves whist, This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,

Foot it featly here and there; Which thou takest from me. When thou camest And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear. first,

Burthen (dispersedly). Hark, hark ! Thou strokedst me and madest much of me,

Bow-wov wouldst give me

The watch-dogs bark: Water with berries in't, and teach me how

Bow-wow. To name the bigger light, and how the less,

Ari. Hark, hark! I hear That burn by day and night: and then I loved

The strain of strutting chanticleer thee

Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow. And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and Fer. Where should this music be? i' the ai fertile :

the earth? Cursed be I that did so! All the charms

It sounds no more: and, sure, Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you ! Some god o' the island. Sitting on a bank, For I am all the subjects that you have, 341 Weeping again the king my father's wreck, Which first was mine own king: and here you This music crept by me upon the waters, sty me

Allaying both their fury and my passion In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, The rest o' the island.

Or it hath drawn me rather.

But 'tis gone. Pros.

Thou most lying slave, No, it begins again. Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,

ARIEL sings. Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged Full fathom five thy father lies; thee

Of his bones are coral made; In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate

Those are pearls that were his eyes : The honour of my child.

Nothing of him that doth fade Cal. O ho, o ho! would't had been done!

But doth suffer a sea-change Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else 350

Into something rich and strange. This isle with Calibans.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Pros. Abhorred slave,

Burthen. Ding-de Which any print of goodness wilt not take, Ari. Hark! now I hear them,-Ding-dong, L Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each Fer. The ditty does remember my drow hour

father. One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, This is no mortal business, nor no sound Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like That the earth owes. I hear it now above m A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes Pros. The fringed curtains of thine


adva With words that made them known. But thy vile And say what thou seest yond. race,


What is't? a spi Though thou didst learn, had that in't which Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, good natures

It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.

it waits upon

Pros. No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath I'll manacle thy neck and feet together: 461 such senses

Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd husks With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mightst Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow. call him


No; A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows

I will resist such entertainment till
And strays about to find 'em.

Mine enemy has more power.
I might call him

[Draws, and is charmed from moving. A thing divine, for nothing natural


O dear father, I ever saw so noble.

Make not too rash a trial of him, for
Pros. [Aside] It goes on,


He's gentle and not fearful.
As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll


What? I say, free thee

420 My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor; Within two days for this.

Who makést a show but darest not strike, thy Fer. Most sure, the goddess conscience

470 On whom these airs attend ! Vouchsafe my prayer Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward, May know if you remain upon this island; For I can here disarm thee with this stick And that you will some good instruction give And make thy weapon drop. How I may bear me here: my prime request,


Beseech you, father. Which I do last pronounce, is, () you wonder!

Pros. Hence! hang not on my garments. If you be maid or no?


Sir, have pity; Mir. No wonder, sir;

I'll be his surety. But certainly a maid.


Silence ! one word more Fer.

My language! heavens ! Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What ! I am the best of them that speak this speech, An advocate for an impostor ! hush! Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he, Pros.

How? the best? 430 Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench! What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee? To the most of men this is a Caliban 480

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders And they to him are angels. To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me; Mir.

My affections And that he does I weep: myself am Naples, Are then most humble; I have no ambition Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld To see a goodlier man. The king my father wreck’d.


Come on; obey :

Alack, for mercy! Thy nerves are in their infancy again
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of And have no vigour in them.


So they are; And his brave son being twain.

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. Pros.

[Aside] The Duke of Milan My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, And his more braver daughter could control thee, The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight 440 threats, They have changed eyes.

Delicate Ariel, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, I'll set thee free for this. [To Fer.] A word, good Might I but through my prison once a day 490 sir;

Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Let liberty make use of; space enough

Mir. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Have I in such a prison. Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first

Pros. [Aside] It works. [To Fer.] Come on. That c'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father Thou hast done well, fine Ariel ! [To Fer.] FolTo be inclined my way!

low me. Fer. 0, if a virgin,

[To Ari.] Hark what thou else shalt do me. And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Mir.

Be of comfort; The queen of Naples.

My father's of a better nature, sir, Pros.

Soft, sir! one word more. Than he appears by speech : this is unwonted [Aside] They are both in either's powers; but Which now came from him. this swift business


Thou shalt be as free
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning As mountain winds: but then exactly do
Make the prize light. [To Fer. ] One word more; | All points of

my command. I charge thee


To the syllable. 500 That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp

Pros. Come, follow. Speak not for him. The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself

[Exeunt. Upon this island as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on't.


No, as I am a man.
Mir. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a

Scene I. Another part of the island. temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house,

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, Good things will strive to dwell with't.

ADRIAN, FRANCisco, and others. Pros.

Follow me.

Gon. Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come;


you should.


So have we all, of joy; for our escape

Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up


report. Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe

Gon. Methinks our garments are now as fresh Is common; every day some sailor's wife, as when we put them on first in Afric, at the The masters of some merchant and the merchant marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle, the King of Tunis.

71 I mean our preservation, few in millions

Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh

well in our return. Our sorrow with our comfort.

Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such Alon.

Prithee, peace,

a paragon to their queen. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. 11

Ant. Widow! a pox o'that! How came that Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his widow in? widow Dido ! wit; by and by it will strike.

Seb. What if he had said 'widower Æneas' Gon. Sir,

too? Good Lord, how you take it! Seb. One: tell.

Adr. “Widow Dido' said you? you make me Gon. When every grief is entertain'd that's study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. offer'd,

Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Comes to the entertainer

Adr. Carthage? Seb. A dollar.

Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have Seb. His word is more than the miraculous spoken truer than you purposed.

20 harp; he hath raised the wall and houses too. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant Ant. What impossible matter will he make

easy next? Gon. Therefore, my lord, —

Seb. I think he will carry this island home in Ant. Fie, what a' spendthrift is he of his his pocket and give it his son for an apple. 91 tongue !

Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Alon. I prithee, spare.

bring forth more islands. Gon. Well, I have done: but yet,

Gon. Ay. Seb. He will be talking..

Ant. Why, in good time. Ant. Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, Gon. Sir, we were talking that our garments first begins to crow?.

seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at Seb. The old cock.

30 the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Ant. The cockerel.

Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Seb. Done. The wager?

Seb. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Ant. A laughter.

Ant. O, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido. Seb. A match!

Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,- first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. Seb. Ha, ha, ha! So, you're paid.

Ant. That sort was well fished for. Adr. Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible,- Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marSeb. Yet,

riage ? Adr. Yet,

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears Ant. He could not miss 't.

40 against Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender and The stomach of my sense. Would I had never delicate temperance.

Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. My son is lost and, in my rate, she too,

Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly Who is so far from Italy removed delivered

I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Adr. The air breathes upon us here most Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish sweetly:

Hath made his meal on thee? Seb. As if it had lungs and rotten ones.


Sir, he

live: Ant. Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

I saw him beat the surges under him, Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Ant. True; save means to live.

50 Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

The surge most swoln that met him; his bold Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how

head green!

'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.

Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Seb. With an eye of green in't.

To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, Ant. He misses not much.

As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt
Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. He came alive to land.
Gon. But the rarity of it is,—which is indeed Alon.

No, no, he's gone. almost beyond credit,

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great Seb. As many vouched rarities are.

loss, Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, That would not bless our Europe with your drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding their daughter, freshness and glosses, being rather new-dyed But rather lose her to an African; than stained with salt water.

Where she at least is banish'd from your eye, Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. would it not say he lies?


Prithee, peace.




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