are a counsellor: if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts!-Out of our way, I say. [Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow : methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. Re-enter Boatswain. [Exeunt. [Exeunt. Boats. What! must our mouths be cold? Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist them, For our case is as theirs. Seb. I am out of patience. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chapp'd rascal,—would, thou might'st lie drowning, The washing of ten tides! Gon. [A confused noise within.]-Mercy on us!-We [Exit. Exit. Mira. Pro. O, woe the day! 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. 'Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.-So: [Lays down his mant Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch') I have with such provision in mine art Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink For thou must now know further. 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." 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 any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mira. 'Tis far off; And rather like a dream, than an assurance Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else Mira. But that I do not. Pro. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, Thy father was the duke of Milan, and 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. O, the heavens! O! my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance. Please you, further. 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 uncleDost thou attend me? Mira. O good sir! I do. Pro. I pray thee, mark me. He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution, 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 Mira. O the heavens! Pro. Mark his condition, and th' event; then tell me, If this might be a brother. Mira. I should sin This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, harkens my brother's suit; Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, Pro. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which this story Were most impertinent. Mira. That hour destroy us? Pro. Wherefore did they not Well demanded, wench: My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not, So dear the love my people bore me, nor set Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepar'd For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason Pro. A most auspicious star, whose influence Enter ARIEL. And burn i curs O' the drea Would not But felt a f Some trick Plung'd in Then all a-1 Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Pro. Ari. Past the mid season. Pro. Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pro. O! was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by the sailors: thou, my slave To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands, A dozen years; within which space she died, 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. Pardon, master: I will be correspondent to command, I will discharge thee. Ari. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, Thou strok'st me, and madʼst much of me; would'st give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me Do so, and after two days 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. That's my noble master! 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 cramps, 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 honey-comb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em. Could not abide to be with: therefore wast thon Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I 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, thouʼrt best, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice! If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps: Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, That beasts shall tremble at thy din. Cal. No, pray thee! [Aside I must obey: his art is of such power, So, slave; hence! Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing: Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist, Foot it feally here and there; The watch-dogs bark : [Dispersedly. |