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- act i. SCENE 1–0n a ship at sea. A storm with thunder and lightning. Enter a Shipmaster and a Boat


Botswais— Boats. Here, master: what cheer? Mait. Good: speak to the mariners: fall to"t yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Erit. Enter Martners. Boats. Heigh, my hearts cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: take in the top-sail : tend to the master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gonza- lo, and others. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men. Beats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain Boots. Do you not hear him 2 You mar our labour; keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Gon. Nay, good, be patient. Bears. When the sea is. Hence!—What care these roarers for the name of king 2 To cabin: silenee : trouble us not. * Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Bears. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace o' the present, we will not hand a rope more ; use your authority. L 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. [Earit. Gon. I have great comíort from this fellow : methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good late, to his hanging make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage ' If he be not born to be hang'd, our case is mis, rable. [Earunt. Re-enter Boatrurain. Boats. Down with the topmast; yare; lower, lower; brihgher to try with main-course. [A cry with

in..] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.Re-enter Sebastian. Antonio, and Gonzalo. Yet again 2 what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown 2 Have you a mind to sink 2 . Seb. A pox o' your throats you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog Boats. Work you, then. Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-makers we are less afraid to be drown'd than thou art. Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning ; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstaunch'd wench. Boats. Lay hor a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Enter Mariners 7ter. Mar. All lost to prayers, to prayers : All lost. [Eaeunt. Boat?. What, must our mouths be cold 2 Gon. The king and prince at prayers I letus assist them, For our case is as theirs. Sch. I am out of patience. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunk. ards.This wide-chapped rascal —"Would, thou might'st lie drowning, The washing of ten tides 1 Gon. He'll be hanged yet; 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 1– Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Erit. Scó. Let's take leave of him. [Erit. 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 sain die a dry death. [E." it.

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The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to the wellin'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 creatures in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart 1 Poor souls l they perish'd,
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or eer
It should the good ship so have swallowed, and
The freighting souls within her.

Pro. Be collected;
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done.

Afir, 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.

Mir. 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 mantle.
Lie there my art.—Wipe thou thine eyes; have com-
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.
Mir. 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.
Mir. 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.
Mir. 'Tis far off;
And rather like a dream, than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants: Had I not -
Four or five women once, that tended me?
Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: But how
is 11,
That this lives in thy mind 2 What scest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time 2
If thou remember staught, ere thou cam'st here,
How thou cam'st here, thou mayst.

Mir. But that I do not. Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since,

Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
A prince of power.
Mir. 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
A princess;-no worse issued.

Mir. O, the heavens !
What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
Or blessed was’t, we did 2

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

Mir. 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 uncle—
Dost thou attend me?

Mir. Sir, most heedfully.

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advanee, 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 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. I pray thee, mark me. Mir. 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 retir’d, 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 salsehood, in its contrary as great As my trust was ; which had, indeed, no limit, A confidence sans bound. He heing 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 lic.—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?

Mir, 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; oftemporal 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.

Mir. O the heavens !

Pro. Mark his conditiou, and the event; then tell


If this might he a brother.

Mir. I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons. *

Pra. 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 tributeShould presently extirpate me and mine out of the dukedom ; and confer fair Milan, with all the honours, on my brother: Whereon, A treacherous army levy'd, 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.

Mir. Alack, for pity!
I, not rememboring how I cried out then,
Willery it o'er again; it is a hint,
That wrings mine eyes.

Pra. 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.

Mir. Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us? Pro. Well demanded, wench :

Mytale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not;
(Sodear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
Infew, they hurried us aboard a bark;
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg’d,
Nor tackle.sail, normast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoistus,
To ery to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.

Mir. Alack l what trouble Was I then to you ! Pre. 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;
Undermy burden groan'd : which rais'd in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.

Mir. 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 Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Which since have steaded much ; so, of his gentleness, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish d me, From my own library, with volumes that I prize above Iny dukedom.

Mir. *Would I might
But ever see that mans

Pra. Now I arise -
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Here in this island we arriv'd , and here
Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit
Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.

Mir. Heavens thank you for't Aud now, I pray

you, sir, |

(For still 'tis beating in my mind.) your reason For raising this sea-storm 2 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; 'tis a good dulness, And give it way 3-1 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; belt 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. Pre, 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 everv cabin, Ifam'd amazement: Sometimes. I'd divide, And burn in many places; on the top-mast, 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-out-running 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 spirits Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Would not infect his reason 2 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, Then all a-fire with me: the king's sou, 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 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 angie of the isle, and sitting, His arms in this sad knot. Pro. Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast disposo, And all the rest o' the fleet 2 Ari. Sately in harbour Is the king's ship ; in the d-op rook, where onee Thou cali'ilst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vo.'d Bermoothes, there she's bid : The mariners all und, r hatches stow', ; Whorn, with a charin join' to their surer'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 Medit-rranean lute,

Bound sadly home for Naples: -
supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'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 2
Ari. Past the mid season.
Pro. At least two glasses: The time ’twixt six and
now, -
Must by us both be spent most preciously.
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.

Pro. How now 2 moody ?
What is't thou canst demand 2
Ari. My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out 2 no more.

Ari. - I pray thee
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
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 :


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 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 3 hast thou forgot her 2

Ari. No, sir.

Pro. Thou hast: Where was she born? speak;

tell me.

Ari, Sir, in Argier.

Pro. O, was she so 2 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 2

Ari. Ay, sir.

Pro. This blue-ey'd 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. Dulithing, I say so : he, that Caliban,
whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
What tornerit I did find thee in : thy groans
Did make volves howl, and penetrate the breasts

Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment.

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| 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 murmurst, 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 spiriting gently. -
Pro. Do so; and after two days
I will discharge thee.
Ari. That's my noble master!
What shall I do? say what: what shall I do?
Pro. Gorlake thyself like to a nymph o' the sea;
Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible
To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in’t: hence, with diligence.
[Earit Ariel.
-Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
Mir. 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. -

Mir. 'Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on.
Pro. But, as 'tis,

We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices
That profit us.-What ho slave Caliban
Thou earth, thou ! speak.
Cal. [H'ithin]. There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say : there's other business for
Come forth, thou tortoise ! when 3–
Re-enter Ariel. like a water-nymph.
Fine apparition I My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine car.
Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Erie.
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth I
Enter Caliban.
Cal. As wicked dew as eler 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, besure, to-night thou shalt havecramps,
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-combs, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made them.
Cal. I must eat my dinner.
| This island's mine, by Sycorax iny mother,
which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first
| Thou strok'dst mu, and mad'st unuch of me would st
give me
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 lov'd thee,
And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile;
Curs'd be I that did so l—All the charins
| 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 styme
| In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me


Therest of the island.
Pro. " Thou mostlying slave,
whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us’d
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, oho, o hot—would it had been done!
Thoudidst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.
Pra. 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 wilerace,
Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good na-
Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
Who had'st deserv'd more than a prison.
tal. 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 1
Pro, Hag-seed, hence :
Fetch usin fuel ; and be quick, thou wert best,
Toanswer other business. Shrugg'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.

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But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell ? Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. [Burden, ding-dong. Fer. The ditty does remembermydrown'dfather: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'. Mir, what is't 2 a spirit? Lord, how it looks about ! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form:-But 'tis a spirit. Pro. No, wench ; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have, such : This gallant, which thou seest, Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain’d With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him. A goodly person: He hath lost his fellows, And strays about to find them. Mir. I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Pro. It goes on, [Aside. As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit ! I'll free thee Within two days for this. Fer. Most sure, the goddess Ca whom these airs attend I-Vouchsafe, my prayer May know, if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give, How I may bear me here : My prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder I If you be made, or no

Mir. No wonder, sir; But, certainly a maid. Fer. 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 2

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thce speak of Naples: He does hear me; And, that he does, I weep : myself am Naples; Who, with rine eyes, ne’er since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd.

Mir. Alack, for mercy!

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

Pro. The duke of Milan,
And his more braver daughter, could control thee,
If now 'twere fit to do.'t :—At the first sight [Aside.
They have chang'd eyes:—Delicate Ariel,
I'll set thee free for this s—A word, good sir;
I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
- Mir. Why speaks Iny father so ungently : This
Is the third man that e'er I saw ; the first
That eer I sigh’d for : pity move my father
To be inclin'd my way !

Fer. o, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The queen of Naples.

Pru. Soft, sir; one word more.— They are both in either's powers: but this swift busi


I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside. Make the prize light.—One word more; I chargethee, That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp

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