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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.
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
Pro. Be collected;
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,
Mir. But that I do not. Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since,
Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
Mir. O, the heavens !
Pro. Both, both, my girl :
Mir. O, my heart bleeds
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call’d Antonio, -
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!
Pra. Hear a little further,
Mir. Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us? Pro. Well demanded, wench :
Mytale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not;
Mir. Alack l what trouble Was I then to you ! Pre. O ! a cherubim
Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile,
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
Pra. Now I arise -
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: -
Pro. How now 2 moody ?
Pro. Before the time be out 2 no more.
Ari. - I pray thee
Pro. Dost thou forget
Pro. Thou dost: and think'st
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;
Ari, Sir, in Argier.
Pro. O, was she so 2 I must,
Ari. Ay, sir.
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with
And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave,
Ari. Yes; Caliban her son.
Pro. Dulithing, I say so : he, that Caliban,
Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment.
| To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Mir. 'Tis a villain, sir,
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Therest of the island.
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,
Pro. How ! the best?
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,
Fer. o, if a virgin,
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