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Timon, an Athenian noble......Tim. of Ath. 491
Titania, queen of the fairies.
Mid. N. Dream 107
Titinius, friend to Brutus....... Jul. Cæs. 506
Titus Andronicus, a noble Roman..
Tit. And. 456
Titus Lartius, a Roman general.......Coriol. 433
Titus, a servant..
Tim. of Ath. 491
Touchstone, a clown...........As You Like It 137
Tranio, servant to Lucentio... Tum. of Shrew 154
Travers, a domestic to duke of Northumber-
land...
.2 K. Hen. IV. 274
Trebonius, conspirator against Cæsar.........
Jul. Cæs. 506
Trinculo, a jester.......
.Tempest 1
Troilus, son to Priam....... Troil. and Cress. 412
Tubal, a Jew....
Mer. of Ven. 121
Tullus Aufidius, Volscian general..... Coriol. 433
Two Gentlemen, prisoners with duke of
2 K. Hen. VI. 331
Tybalt, nephew to Lady Capulet.......

Suffolk......

Varrius, friend to Pompey... Ant. and Cleo. 604
Ventidius, friend to Antony.
..Ibid. 604
Verges, an officer of the watch.... Much Ado 74
Vernon, of the White Rose faction....

1 K. Hen. VI. 314
Vincentio, duke of Vienna...Mea. for Mca. 46
Vincentio, a gentleman of Pisa.......
Tam. of Shrew 154
Viola, in love with Duke Orsino...
Twelfth N. 188
Virgilia, wife to Coriolanus...... .Coriol. 433
Voltimand, a courtier....
...Hamlet 537
Volumnia, mother to Coriolanus...... Coriol. 433
Volumnius, friend to Brutus........Jul. Cas. 506!

W

.2 K. Hen. VI. 331
2 K. Hen. IV. 274

U

ULYSSES, Grecian commander..
Troil. and Cress. 412
Ursula, Lady Hero's attendant....Much Ado 74

As You Like It 137

K. John 223

William Mareshall, earl of Pembroke. Ibid. 223
Williams, a soldier.....
..K. Hen. V. 294
Woodville, lieutenant of the Tower........
1 K. Hen. VI. 314

V

VALENTINE, a gentleman of Verona..

Two Gent. of Ver. 15
Valentine, attendant on Duke Orsino.......
Twelfth N. 188

Y

YOUNG CATO, friend to Brutus.....Jul. Cuts. 506
Young Clifford, of the king's party.......
2 K. Hen. VI. 331

CALIBAN, a sarage and deformed Slave.

TRINCULO, a Jester.

STEPHANO, a drunken Butler.

Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.

ARIEL, an airy Spirit.

IRIS,

CERES,

Juxo,

Nymphs,

Reapers,

Spirits.

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.

Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. 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 com. plexion 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.

drowning,

The washing of ten tides!

Gon. He'll be hanged yet;

Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glut him.

[Exit. Exit.

[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. 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 I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creatures 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

And pluck my magic garment from me.-So;

[Lays down his mantle.

Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.

The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
The very virtue of compassion in thee,
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely order'd, that there is no soul-
No, not so much perdition as an hair,
Betid to any creature in the vessel,

Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;

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 anything the image tell me, that

Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira. 'Tis far off;

By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence; But blessedly holp hither.

Mira. 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 loved, 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 over-topping; new created

The creatures that were mine; I say, or changed them, Or else new form'd them having both the key

Of officer and office, set all hearts

To what tune pleased 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:
I pray thee, mark me.

Mira. O good Sir, I do.

Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate To closeness, and the bettering of my mind With that, which, but by being so retired, O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother Awaked 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 the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty
With all prerogative; hence his ambition
Growing, Dost hear?

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
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. Now the condition.

This king of Naples being an enemy

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 remembering how I cried out then,

Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,

That wrings mine eyes.

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. Wherefore did they not

That hour destroy us?

Pro. Well demanded, wench:

My tale 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 prepared

A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,

Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats

Instinctively had 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.

Mira. Alack! what trouble

Was I then to you!

Pro. O a cherubim

Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt;
Under my burden groan'd; which raised in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up

Against what should ensue.

Mira. How came we ashore?

Pro. By Providence divine.

Some food we had, and some fresh water, that

A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity, (who being then appointed
Master of this design,) did give us; with

Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Here, in this island, we arrived; 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.

Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now I pray you, Sir,

(For still 'tis 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 inclined to sleep; 'tis 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 come To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,

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 flamed amazement: sometimes, 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 precursors
O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight-outrunning were not: the fire, and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd 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,

Plunged in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair,)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, "Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here."

Pro. Why, that's my spirit!

But was not this nigh shore?

Ari. Close by, my master.

Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari. Not a hair perish'd;

On their sustaining garments not a blemish,

But fresher than before; and, as thou bad'st me,

In troops I have dispersed 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 disposed,
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 dispersed, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples;

Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great person perish.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge

Remember, I have done thee worthy service;

Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, served

Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise To bate me a full year.

Pro. Dost thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee.

Ari. No.

Pro. Thou dost: and think'st

It much to tread the ooze of the salt deep; To run upon the sharp wind of the north; To do me business in the veins o' the earth, When it is baked with frost.

Ari. I do not, Sir.

Pro. Thou liest, 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.

Pro. Thou hast where was she born? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier.

Pro. 0, 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.

Pro. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child,
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 earthly 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 millwheels 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 arrived, 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.

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 honeycombs, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made them.

Cal. I must eat my dinner.

This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,

[me

Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first,
Thou strok'st me, and mad'st much of me; wouldst give
Water with berries in 't; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee,
And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,

The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fertile;
Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms

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 used thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodged 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 clse
This isle with Calibans.

Pro. Abhorred slave!

Which any print of goodness will not take,

Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,

Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
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
With words that made them known: but thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confined into this rock,

Who hadst deserved 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!

Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the

It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather:-but 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.

ARIEL sings.

"Ful! fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sca-change

Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

[earth?

Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell."
[Burden, ding-dong.

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father:-
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes:-I hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
And say, what thou seest yond'.
Mira. What is't? a spirit?

Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, Sir,

It carries a brave form:-but 'tis a spirit.

[senses

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan, And his brave son, being twain.

Pro. The duke of Milan,

[Aside.

And his more braver daughter, could control thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't—at the first sight
They have changed eyes:-delicate Ariel,
I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good Sir;

This

I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently?
Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first
That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father
To be inclined my way!

Fer. O, if a virgin,

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples.

Pro. Soft, Sir; one word more.

They are both in either's powers: but this swift business

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning

[Aside.

Make the prize light.-One word more: I charge thee, That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp

The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself Upon this island, as a spy, to win it

From me, the lord on 't.

Fer. No, as I am a man.

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: