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. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence; trouble us not. [aboard.

Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast Boats. None that I more love than myself. You 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. [Exeunt. Re-enter Boatswain.

Boats. Down with the topmast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main-course. [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.

Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. Yet again? what do you hear? Shall we give o'er and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!

This wide-chopp'd rascal ;-'Would, thou mightst [lie drowning, He'll be hanged yet;

The washing of ten tides!
Gon.
Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at wid'st to glut him.

[A confused noise within.]-Mercy on us! We
split, we split!-Farewell, my wife and children!
Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we split !-
Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
Seb. Let's take leave of him.

[Exit. Exit.

Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, anything: The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit.

SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of Prospero.

Enter Prospero and Miranda.

Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd. Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The fraughting souls within her. Be collected;

Pro.

No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done. Mira. O, woe the day!
Pro.
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 Lend thy hand,

I should inform thee farther.
And pluck my magic garment from me.-So;
[Lays down his mantle.
Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have

comfort.

Mira. And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants: Had I not Four or five women once that tended me?

TEMPEST.

A prince of power. Mira.

Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Sir, are not you my father? She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father Was duke of Milan; and his only heir And princess no worse issued.

Mira.

Prc.

By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; Both, both, my girl; But blessedly holp hither.

Mira.

To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
O, my heart bleeds
Which is from my remembrance! Please you,
farther.

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 uncle-
Dost thou attend me? Mira. Sir, most heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom
To trash for overtopping; new created
The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd
[them,
Or else new form'd them; having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts i' th' state
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
And suck'd my verdure out on 't.-Thou attend'st
[not.
Mira. O good sir, I do.
Pro.

I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
I pray thee, mark me.
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being so retired,
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother
Awak'd an evil nature and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him

A falsehood, in its contrary as great

As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,

A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,

But what my power might else exact,-like one
Who having unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,

To credit his own lie,-he did believe

He was indeed the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition
Growing, Dost thou hear?

Mira.

Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

Pro. To have no screen between this part he
13
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be [play'd
Absolute Milan: Me, poor man! my library
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable: confederates
(So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples,
To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan !)
To most ignoble stooping.
Mira.
O the heavens !
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell
[me,
If this might be a brother. Mira. I should sin

To think but nobly of my grandmother :
Good wombs have borne bad sons.

Pro.

This king of Naples, being an enemy
Now the condition.

To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self. Mira. Alack, for pity!

I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Will
cry it o'er again it is a hint,
That wrings mine eyes to 't.

Pro.

And then I'll bring thee to the present business
Hear a little farther,
Which now's upon us; without the which, this
Were most impertinent.
Mira.
Wherefore did they not
[story

That hour destroy us? Pro.

Well demanded, wench;

Mytale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not; (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set A mark so bloody on the business; but With colours fairer painted their foul ends. In few, they hurried us aboard a bark; Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd A rotten carcase of a butt, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us, To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Did us but loving wrong.

Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. [you, sir,
Mira. Heavens thank you for 't! And now, I pray
(For still 't is beating in my mind,) your reason
For raising this sea-storm?

Pro.

Know thus far forth.
By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
Now my dear lady hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon

A most auspicious star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop.-Here cease more questions;
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 't is a good dulness,
And give it way;-I know thou canst not choose.
[Miranda sleeps.
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;
Approach, my Ariel; come.

Enter Ariel.

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I To answer thy best pleasure; be 't to fly, [come To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding task
Ariel, and all his quality. Pro. Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
Ari. To every article.

I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement : Sometime I'd divide
And burn in many places; on the topmast,
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precur-
O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary [sors
And sight-outrunning were not. The fire, and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.

Pro.
My brave spirit!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason? Ari. Not a soul

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation: All but mariners
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,

On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle :
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot.

Pro.
Of the king's ship,
The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o' the fleet.

Ari.

Safely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid: The mariners all under hatches stow'd; Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet, Which I dispers'd, they all have met again; And are upon the Mediterranean flote, Bound sadly home for Naples ;

Supposing that they saw the king's ship wrack'd, And his great person perish. Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work : What is the time o' the day?

Ari. Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six Must by us both be spent most preciously. [and now Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me

pains,

Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.
How now ? moody?

Pro.

What is 't thou canst demand?
Ari.
My liberty.
Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Ari.
I prithee
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv'd

From what a torment I did free thee? Ari. No. Pro. Thou dost; and think'st it much to tread Of the salt deep;

[the ooze To run upon the sharp wind of the north; To do me business in the veins o' the earth, When it is bak'd with frost. Ari. I do not, sir. Pro. Thouliest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? Ari. No, sir. [tell me. Pro. Thou hast: Where was she born? speak; Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pro. O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Which thou forgett'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing, from Argier,

Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did They would not take her life: Is not this true? Ari. Ay, sir.

[child,

Pro. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with
And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant :
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain

A dozen years, within which space she died,
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans,
As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island
(Save for the son that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with
A human shape. Ari. Yes; Caliban her son.
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,
And do my spriting gently.
Pro.

I will discharge thee.

Ari.

Do so; and after two days

That's my noble master ! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do?

Pro. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea; Be subject to no sight but thine and mine; invisible To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape, And hither come in 't: go, hence, with diligence. [Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. Pro. Shake it off: Come on ; We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. Mira. 'T is a villain, sir, I do not love to look on. Pro. But, as 't is, We cannot miss him he does make our fire,

:

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. [cramps,

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have 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 honeycomb, each pinch more stinging 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, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; wouldst Water with berries in 't; and teach me how [give me To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and ferCursed be I that did so!-All the charms [tile ; Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest of the island. Pro.

Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have

us'd thee,

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.

Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ;
Which any print of goodness will not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, [hour
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
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes [race,
With words that made them known: But thy vile
Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which good