Mercy on us. We split, we split! Farewell, wife and children!-Farewell, brother!We split, we split, we split.

Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Exit. 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.

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,
[cheek,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's
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! 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 swallowed, and
The freighting souls within her.

Pro. Be collected;

Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda : But how is it, [else That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou In the dark backward and abysm* of time? If thou remember'st aught,ere thou cam'st here How thou cam'at here thou may'st. Mira. 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.

Mira. 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.
Mira. O, the heavens !

What foul play had we, that we came from
Or blessed was't we did?
[thence ?

Pro. Both, both, my girl:

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

Mira. O, my heart bleeds

To think o' the teent that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, further. [nio,

I

There's no harm done.

Mira. O, woe the day!
Pro. No harm.

I have done nothing but in care of thee, [who
(Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!)
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 the no greater father.

Mira. 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
comfort.
[touch'd
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which
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. Can'st thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?

I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast Out, three years old.

Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can.

[not

Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira. "Tis far off;

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, [ed,
And to my state grew stranger, being transport
And wrapt 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 chang'd 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.

[dicate

Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all de-
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being so retir'd, [ther
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false bro-
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 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.
* Abyss. + Sorrow.
+ Cut away. 4 Without

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 If this might be a brother.

Mira. I should sin

[tell me,

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 lieut 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 [ness,
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of dark-
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.

Mira. Alack, for pity!

1, not rememb'ring 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 Were most impertinent.

Mira. Wherefore did they not

That hour destroy us?

Pro. Well demanded, wench;

[story

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 pre-
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, [pared
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 [smile, Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst Infosed with a fortitude from heaven, [salt; When I have deck'ds the sea with drops full Under my burden groan'd; which raised in me An undergoing stomach,|| to bear up Against what should ensue.

Mtru. 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, stufis, and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his
gentleness,

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
* Thirsty. 1 Consideration. + Suggestion.
|| Stubborn resolution.
¡Sprinkled.

I prize above my dukedom.
Mira. 'Would I might
But ever see that man!
Pro. Now I arise:-

Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island we arriv'd; and here [fit Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more proThan 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 ques-
tions;

Thou art inclin'd 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
Ariel, and all his quality.
[task

Pro. Hast thou, spirit,

Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade Ari. To every article. [thee? I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide, And burn in many places; on the top-mast, The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, [precursors Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary [cracks And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Nep. [tremble Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves Yea, his dread trident shake.

tune

Pro. My brave spirit!

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coilt 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.
[dinand,

Then all a fire with me: the king's son, Fer-
With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair,)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is
And all the devils are here.
[empty,

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

As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more Than bees that made them.

Cal. I must eat my dinner.

[stinging

nis island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Thich thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first,

'ou strok'st me, and mad'st much 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 show'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 us'd thee,

[thee Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd 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, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour [vage, One thing or other: when thou didst not, saKnow thine own meaning, but would'st 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 confin'd into this rock,

Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. [on't Cal. You taught me language; and my profit Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid For learning me your language!

[you,

Pro. Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel, and be quick, thou wert best, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, maIf thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly lice? What I command, I'll rack thee with old

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 ad-
And say, what thou seest yond'.

Mira. What is't? a spirit?

[vance

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

[seest, As we have, such: This gallant which thou Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd [call him With grief,that's beauty's canker, thou might'st A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows And strays about to find them. Mira. 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'l Within two days for this. [free thee Fer. Most sure, the goddess [prayer On whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe, my 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! If you be maid, or no?

Mira. 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? [thee? What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples: He does hear me; And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld The king, my father, wreck'd.

Mira. Alack, for mercy!

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke And his brave son, being twain. [of Milan, 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, VII set thee free for this!-A word, good Sir; fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. [This 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,

Hark, what thou else shali do me. [To Ariel. Mira. Be of comfort;

My father's of a better nature, Sir,

Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Which now came from him.

Pro. Thou shalt be as free

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
If the ill spirit have so fair an house, [temple:
Good things will strive to dwell with't.
Pro. Follow me.—
[To Ferd.
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come.
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and
husks,

Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.
Fer. No;

I will resist such entertainment, till

Mine enemy has more power.

Mira. O dear father,

[He draws.

Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle, and not fearful.*

Pro. What, I say,

My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy

conscience

All points of my command.
Ari. To the syllable.

Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him.

ACT II.

[Exeunt.

SCENE 1.-Another Part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.

Gon. 'Beseech you, Sir, be merry: you have

cause

(So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss: Our hint of woe Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, [cle, Have just our theme of woe: but for the miraI mean our preservation, few in millions Can speak like us: then wisely, good Sir, Our sorrow with our comfort. [weigh Alon. Pr'ythee, peace.

Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spoken truer than you purposed.

Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.

Gon. Therefore, my Lord,

Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his Alon. I pr'ythee, spare.

[tongue!

Gon. Well, I have done: But yet—

Seb. He will be talking.

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a

good wager, first begins to crow!

Seb. The old cock.

Ant. The cockrel.

Seb. Done: The wager?

Ant. A laughter.

Seb. A match.

Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,— Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

Ant. So, you've paid.

[ble,

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessi

Seb. Yet,

Adr. Yet

Ant. He could not miss it.

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance."

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered. [sweetly. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen. [life. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to Ant. True; save means to live.

* Temperature.