ALONSO, King of Naples. SEBASTIAN, his Brother. THE TEMPEST DRAMATIS PERSONE. PROSPERO, the right Duke of Milan. STEPHANO, a drunken Butler. Master of a Ship, Boatswain, Mariners. ANTONIO, his Brother, the usurping Duke of ARIEL, an airy Spirit. CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave. TRINCULO, a Jester. Other Spirits attending on Prospero. SCENE. The Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an Island. Boats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the master's whistle.-Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! 9 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. methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: 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. [Exeunt. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the topmast! yare! lower, Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDI- lower! Bring her to try with main-course. [A NAND, GONZALO, and others. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. the master? Play the men. Where's 12 Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, boson? Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Gon. Nay, good, be patient. 16 Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not. 20 Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard. 22 Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor: if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace cry within. A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.- 42 Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit. SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO. 40 Out three years old. Mira. Certainly, sir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other house or person? Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Of anything the image tell me, that Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you Hath kept with thy remembrance. have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, 3 8 But that the sea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek, II Pro. Mira. O, woe the day! No harm. 16 I have done nothing but in care of thee,- Mira. 'Tis far off; 44 And rather like a dream than an assurance Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But 48 20 Pro. 60 Both, both, my girl: 68 71 I pray thee, mark me,—that a brother should 91 120 To think but nobly of my grandmother: Mira. Alack, for pity! 125 128 132 Pro. 137 Wherefore did they not Well demanded, wench: Mira. O, good sir! I do. 95 100 Who having, into truth, by telling of it, Dost thou hear? Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd That hour destroy us? My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not, So dear the love my people bore me, nor set 140 That profit us.-What ho! slave! Caliban! Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. Come, thou tortoise! when? Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, 316 Hark in thine ear. Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Enter CALIBAN. 320 Cal. Oh ho! Oh ho!—would it had been done! Pro. Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like 356 A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known: but thy vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou brush'd Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt Shall forth at vast of night, that they may work Than bees that made them. Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, 332 Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; Water with berries in 't; and teach me how Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Cal. 373 So, slave; hence! Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing; [Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow. Fer. Where should this music be? i' th' air, or th' earth? It sounds no more;-and sure, it waits upon And say what thou seest yond. 405 What is't? a spirit? As we have, such; this gallant which thou see'st, With grief, that's beauty's canker,-thou A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows A thing divine; for nothing natural 412 I might call him 416 Pro. [Aside.] It goes on, I see, As my soul prompts it.-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this. Fer. Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe, my prayer May know if you remain upon this island; 420 Pro. They have changed eyes:-delicate Ariel, I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a Mira. [Aside.] Why speaks my father so ungently? This 444 Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first I must uneasy make, lest too light winning 448 That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp 452 Fer. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, I'll manacle thy neck and feet together: 424 Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow. My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken. Pro. How! the best? What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee? 428 Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders I will resist such entertainment till No; 464 [He draws, and is charmed from moving. |