I ery'd to dream again.

Fran. They vanish'd strangely.

Seb.

No matter, since They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs. Will't please you taste of what is here? Alon. Not I.

[boys, Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear; When we were Who would believe that there were mountaineers, Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men, [them Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find, Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us Good warrant of.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariel, like a Harpy; claps his Wings upon the Table, and, with a quaint Device, the Banquet vanishes.

Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny

(That hath to instrument this lower world,

Cal. When Prospero is destroyed.

Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the story. Trin. The sound is going away let's follow it, and after, do our work.

Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would, I could see this taborer; he lays it on.

Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. [Exeunt. SCENE III. Another Part of the Island. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco, and others.

Gon. By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir; My old bones ache: here's a maze trod, indeed, Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your patience,

I needs must rest me.

Alon.

O'd lord, I cannot blame thee,

Who am myself attach'd with weariness,
To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.
Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it
No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd,
Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks
Our frustrate search on land: Well, let him go.

Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of hope.

[Aside to Sebastian.

Hath caused to belch up; and on this island
Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men
Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;

[Seeing Alon. Seb. &c. draw their Swords. And even with such like valour, men hang and drown Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows

Are ministers of fate; the elements

Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish

One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow-ministers
Are like invulnerable: if you could hurt,
Your swords are now too massy for your strengths,
And will not be uplifted: But remember,
(For that's my business to you), that you three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit it,
Him, and his innocent child; for which foul deed
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
Incens'd the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace: Thee, of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me,
Lingering perdition (worse than any death
Can be at once) shall step by step attend
You and your ways; whose wrath to guard you from
(Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
Upon your heads) is nothing, but heart's sorrow,
And a clear life ensuing.

He vanishes in Thunder: then, to soft Music, enter the Shapes again, and dance with Mops and Mowes, and carry out the Table.

Pro. [Aside] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou

Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:
Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated,
In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life,
And observation strange, my meaner ministers
Their several kinds have done: my high charms work,
And these, mine enemies, are all knit up
In their distractions: they now are in my power;
And in these fits I leave them, whilst I visit
Young Ferdinand (whom they suppose is drown'd),
And his and my loved darling.

[Exit Prospero from above. Gon. I'the name of something holy, sir, why stand In this strange stare? [you Alon. O, it is monstrous! monstrous!

Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it;
The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronoune'd
The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass.
Therefore my son i'the ooze is bedded; and

I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded,
And with him there lie mudded.

Seb.

I'll fight their legions o'er.

[Exit. But one fiend at a time,

SCENE I. Before Prospero's Cell. Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.

Pro. If I have too austerely punish'd you,
Your compensation makes amends; for I
Have given you here a thread of mine own life,
Or that for which I live; whom once again
I tender to thy hand all thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
Hast strangely stood the test here, afore heaven,
I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,
Do not smile at me, that I boast her off,

For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise,
And make it halt behind her.

To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, [groves,
Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard;
And thy sea-marge, steril, and rocky-hard,
Where thou thyself dost air: The queen o'the sky,
Whose watery arch, and messenger, am I,
Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign grace,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
To come and sport: her peacocks ily amain;
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

Enter Ceres.

Cer. Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter; Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers: And with each end thy blue be My bosky acres, and my unshrubb'd down, Rich scarf to my proud earth; Why hath thy queen Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green?

of

bow dost crow

Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate;

And some donation freely to estate

On the bless'd lovers.

Cer.

Tell me, heavenly bow,

If Venus, or her son, as thou dost know,
Do now attend the queen? since they did plot

The means, that dusky Dis my daughter got,
Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company
I have forsworn.

Iris.

Of her society

Be not afraid; I met her deity

Cutting the clouds towards Paphos; and her son
Dove-drawn with her: here thought they to have done

Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
Whose vows are, that no bed-rite shall be paid

Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but in vain;
Mars's hot minion is return'd again;

Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows,
And be a boy right out.

Cer.

Highest queen of state,

Great Juno comes; I know her by her gait.

Enter Juno.

Juno. How does my bounteous sister? Go with me To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be, And honour'd in their issue.

SONG.

Juno. Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,
Long continuance, and increasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you!
Juno sings her blessings on you.
Cer. Earth's increase, and foison plenty;
Barns, and garners never empty;
Vines, with clust'ring bunches growing;
Plants, with goodly burden bowing;
Spring come to you, at the farthest,
In the very end of harvest;
Scarcity, and want, shall shun you;
Ceres' blessing so is on you.

Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and
Harmonious charmingly: May I be bold
To think these spirits?

There's something else to do: hush, and be mute, Or else our spell is marr'd.

[brooks,

Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the wand'ring With your sedg'd crowns, and ever-harmless looks, Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land Answer your our summons; summons Juno does command:

Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love; be not too late.
Enter certain Nymphs.

You sun-burn'd sicklemen, of August weary,
Come hither from the furrow, and be merry;
Make holy-day your rye-straw hats put on,
And these fresh
resh nymphs encounter every one

In country footing.

Enter certain Reapers, properly habited; they join with the Nymphs in a graceful Dance; towards the End whereof Prospero starts suddenly, and

-no more.

[passion
Fer. This is most strange: your father's in some
That works him strongly.
Mira.

Never till this day,
Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.
Pro. You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort,
As if you were dismay'd be cheerful, sir:
Our revels now are ended; these our actors
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve;
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind we are such stuff

As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.-Sir, I am vex'd;
Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled.
Be not disturb'd with my infirmity;
If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell,
And there repose; a turn or two I'll walk
To still my beating mind.

Fer. Mira. We wish your peace.

[Exeunt.

Pro. Come with a thought:-I thank you:-Ariel,

I might might anger thee.

Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;

So full of valour, that they smote the air

For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
For kissing of their feet yet always bending
Towards their project: Then I beat my tabor,
At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd theirears,
Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses,
As they smelt music; so I charm'd their ears,
That calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through
'Tooth'd briers, sharpfurzes, pricking goss, and thorns,

Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them
I'the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,
There danci dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake

O'erstunk their feet.

I go, I go. [Exit.

Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;
And as, with age, his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers: I will plague them all,

Re-enter Ariel, loaden with glistering Apparel, &c. Even to roaring: Come, hang them on this line.

Prospero and Ariel remain invisible. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.

Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the b'ind mole may Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. [not Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is a harm'ess fair fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us. I do

Trin. Monster,

smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation.

Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you; look you,

Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster.

Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still:

[softly,

Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to
Shall hoodwink this mischance therefore, speak
All's hush'd as midnight yet.

Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss.

Trin. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster.

Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour.

Cal. Prythee, my king, be quiet Seest thou here, This is the mouth of the cell: no noise, and enter: Do that good mischief, which may make this island Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban, For aye thy foot-licker.

Ste. Give me thy hand: I do begin to have bloody thoughts. Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Ste phano! look, what a wardrobe here is for thee! Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash. Trin. O, ho, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery: O king Stephano!

Ste. Put off that gown, Trineulo; by this hand, I'll

have that gown.

Trin. Thy grace shall have it.

Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean, To dote thus on such luggage? Let's along,

And do the murder first! if he awake,
From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches;
Make us strange stuff.

Ste. Be you quiet, monster.-Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.

Trin. Do, do: We steal by line and level, an't like your grace.

Ste. I thank thee for that jest here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't.

Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon your finCal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes

gers, and away with the rest.

With foreheads villainous low.

Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom; go to, carry this.

Trin. And this.

Ste. Ay, and this.

A Noise of Hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in Shape of Hounds, and hunt them about; Prospero and Ariel setting them on.

Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!
Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver!

Pro. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark! hark! [Cal. Ste. and Trin. are driven out. Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make

Than pard, or cat o'mountain.

Ari.

[them,

Hark, they roar.

Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies; Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little, Follow, and do me service.

ACT. V.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I. Before the Cell of Prospero. Enter Prospero in his magic Robes, and Ariel. Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease.

Pro.

I did say so,
When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit,
How fares the king and his?
Ari.
Confin'd together

In the same fashion as you gave in charge;
Just as you left them, sir; all prisoners
In the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell;
They cannot budge, till you release. The king,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brimful of sorrow, and dismay; but chiefly
Him you term'd, sir, The good old lord Gonzalo
His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
From eaves of reeds your charm so strongly works
That if you now beheld them, your affections [them,
Would become tender.
Pro.

Dost thou think so, spirit?

Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.
Pro.

Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thon art?

Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the Yet with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury [quick, Do I take part the rarer action is

In virtue than in vengeance they being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend

Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel;
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,

And they shall be themselves.

Ari.

I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit.

Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and And ye, that on the sands with printless foot [groves; Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that By moonshine do the green-sour riugiets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight-mushrooms; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be), I have bedimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bost: the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar graves, at my command, Have wak'd their sleepers; oped, and let them forth By my so potent art: But this rough magic I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd Some heavenly music (which even now I do), To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.

[Solemn Music.

Re-enter Ariel: after him, Alonso, with a frantic Gesture, attended by Gonzalo; Sebastian and Antonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and Francisco: They all enter the Circle which Prospero had made, and there stand charmed; which Prospero observing, speaks.

A solemn air, and the best comforter

To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,

Now useless, boil'd within thy skuil! There stand, For you are spell-stopp'd.

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,

Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason. O my good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir

To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
Home, e, both in word and deed-Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act; -

Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian. - Flesh and
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, [blood,
Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong),
Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art! Their understanding
Begins to swell: and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,

That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them,
That yet looks on me, or would know me:-Ariel,

Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell; [Exit Ariel.

I will dis-case me, and myself present,

As I was sometime Milan:-quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.

Ariel re-enters, singing, and helps to attire Prospero.

Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;

In a cowslip's bell I lie:

There I couch when owls do cry.

On the bat's back I do fiy,

After summer, merrily:
Merrily, merrily, shall I

live now,

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss thee,

But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.

To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:

There shalt thou find the mariners asleep

Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain,

Being awake, enforce them to this place;
And presently, I pr'ythee.

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return

Or e'er your pulse twice beat.

[Exit.

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement

A daughter?

O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, The king and queen there! that they were, I wish Myself were mudded in that oozy bed

Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?
Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords
At this encounter do so much admire,

That they devour their reason; and scarce think
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath; but, howsoe'er you have
Been justled from your senses, know for certain,
That I am Prospero, and that very duke
Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely

Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed,
To be the lord on't. No more yet of this?
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
Not a relation for a breakfast, nor

Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
This cell's my court here have I few attendants,
And subjects none abroad pray you, look in.
My dukedom since you have given me again,
I will requite you with as good a thing;
At least bring forth a wonder to content ye,
As much as me my dukedom.

The Entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at Chess.

Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.

Fer.

I would not for the world.

No, my dearest love,

Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain
amazedly following.

O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us!
I prophesied, i if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown:-Now, blasphemy,

That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?
Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?

Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found
Our king and company: the next our ship,-
Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split,-
Is tight and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when
We first put out to sea.

Ari.

Sir, all this service)
My tricksy spirit!)

Have I done since I went.

Pro.

[Aside.

Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen,

From strange to stranger.-S stranger.-Say, how came you hither?

Boats. If I did think, sir, I were weli awake,

I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep,

And (how, we know not) all clapp'd under hatches,

Where but even now, with strange and several noises

Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains,

And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,

We were awak'd; straitway, at liberty;

Where we, in all her trim, freshly heheld

Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master

Cap'ring to eye her: On a trice, so please you,

Even in a dream, were we divided from them,

And were brought moping hither.

Was't well done?)

The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure,

Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you

(Which to you shall seem probable), of every

These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful,

And think of each thing well. Come hither, spirit;

[Aside.

[sir?

Set Caliban and his companions free:
Untie the spell. [Exit Ariel] How fares my gracious
There are yet missing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.
Re-enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and
Trinculo, in their stolen Apparel.

Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man
take care for himself; for all is but fortune: -Cora-
gio, bully-monster, Coragio!

Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my

head, here's a goodly sight.

Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed!

How fine my master is! I am afraid

He will chastise me.

What things are these, my lord Antonio?

Will money buy them?

Ant

Very like; one of them

Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,

Then say, if they be true: This mis-shapen knave,

His mother was a witch; and one so strong

That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,

And deal in her command, without her power:

These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil

(For he's a bastard one), had plotted with them

To take my life: two of these fellows you

Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I

Acknowledge mine.

Cal.

I shall be pinch'd to death.

Alon. Is not this Stephane, my drunken butler?

Seb. He is drunk now: Where had he wine?

Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where should

they

Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them?-
How cam'st thou in this pickle?

Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you
last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I
shall not fear fly-blowing.

Seb. Why, how now, Stephano?

Ste. O touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a
Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? [cramp.
Ste. I should have been a sore one then.

Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd on.
[Pointing to Caliban.

Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners,

As in his shape: Go, sirrah, to my cell;
Take with you your your companions; co as you look

To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter,

And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass

Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,

And worship this dull fool!

Pro.

Go to; away!

Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you

found it.

Seb. Or stole it rather. [Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin.
Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train,
To my poor cell: where you shall take your rest
For this one night; which (part of it) I'll waste
With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it
Go quick away: the story of my life,
And the particular accidents, gone by,
Since I came to this isie: And in the morn,
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
Alon.

I long

To hear the story of your life, which must

Take the ear strangely.

Pro.

I'll deliver all;

And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off. -My Ariel;-chick,-
to elements