THE TEMPEST. .. IRIS, DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. ALONSO, King of Naples. STEPHANO, a drunken Butler. SEBASTIAN, his Brother. Master of a Ship, Boatswain, Mariners. PROSPERO, the right Duke of Milan. MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero. ARIEL, an airy Spirit. CERES, JUNO, Spirits. Nymphs, Reapers, ) Other Spirits attending on Prospero. ADRIAN, Lords. ACT I. CD SCENE I.-On a Ship at Sea. This hanging: make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage. If he be not born A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard.' to be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt. Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain, as on ship-board, Re-enter Boatswain. shaking off wet.3 | Boats. Down with the top-mast: yare ; lower, lower. Master. Boatswain ! Bring her to try with main-course. [A cry within.] Boats. Here, master : what cheer? A plague upon this howling ! they are louder than the Mast. Good. Speak to the mariners: fall to’t yarely, 4 weather, or our office.or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit. ' Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Enter Mariners. Yet again ! what do you here ? Shall we give o'er, and Boats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my drown? Have you a mind to sink? hearts! yare, yare. Take in the topsail; tend to the Seb. A pox o'your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, master's whistle.--Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if incharitable dog! room enough! | Boats. Work you, then. Enter ALONZO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GON-! Ant. Hang, cur, hang ! you whoreson, insolent noiseZALO, and Others, from the Cabin. maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. Alon. Good boatswain, have a care. Where's the Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the master ? Play the men. ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky as Boats. I pray now, keep below. an unstanched wench. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ? Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold. Set her two courses : Boats. Do you not hear him ? You mar our labour. off to sea again; lay her off. Keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Enter Mariners, wet. Gon. Nay, good, be patient. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers ! all lost! [Ex. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these Boats. What! must our mouths be cold ? (them. roarers for the name of king ? To cabin: silence !! Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist trouble us not. For our case is as theirs. Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Seb. I am out of patience. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You Ant. We are merely? cheated of our lives by drunkare a counsellor : if you can command these elements ards. to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will This wide-chapp'd rascal,—would, thou might'st lie not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you drowning, cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make The washing of ten tides ! yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the Gon. He'll be hanged yet, hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts !-Out of our Though every drop of water swear against it, way, I say. [Exit. And gape at wid'st to glut him. A confused noise Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: me- . within.] Mercy on us ! thinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; his com- We split, we split-Farewell, my wife and children !plexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to Farewell, brother !--We split, we split, we split! : 1 Former editions : the sea with a ship. 2 heard : not in f. e. 8 as on ship-board, etc. : not in f.e. 4 Nimbly. 6 from the cabin : not in f. e. 6a: not in f. e. 7 Absolutely. Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else Seb. Let's take leave of him. Exit. In the dark backward and abysm of time ? Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam’st here, for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, How thou cam’st here, thou may'st. any thing. The wills above be done! but I would Mira. But that I do not. fain die a dry death. Exit. / Pro. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, SCENE I. -The Island: before the cell of PROSPERO.IThy father was the duke of Milan, and A prince of power. Mira. Sir, are not you my father ? Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. She said—thou wast my daughter; and thy father The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Was duke of Milan, thou his only heir But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's heat, And princess, no worse issued. Dashes the fire out. O! I have suffer'd Mira. O, the heavens ! With those that I saw suffer : a brave vessel, What foul play had we, that we came from thence ? Who had no doubt some noble creatures? in her, Or blessed was't, we did ? Dash'd all to pieces. O! the cry did knock Pro. Both, both, my girl: Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd. By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; Had I been any god of power, I would But blessedly holp hither. Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er Mira.. 0! my heart bleeds It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and To think o' the teen' that I have turn'd you to, The fraughting souls within her. Which is from my remembrance. Please you, farther. Pro. Be collected : Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call's Antonio, No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart, I pray thee, mark me, that a brother should There's no harm done. Be so perfidious !--he whom, next thyself, Mira. 0, woe the day! Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put Pro. No harm. The manage of my state; as, at that time, Through all the signiories it was the first, Without a parallel : those being all my study, The government I cast upon my brother, And thy no greater father. And to my state grew stranger, being transported Mira. More to know And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle- Dost thou attend me? Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, And pluck my magic garment from me.-So: How to deny them, whom t’advance, and whom Lays down his robe.3 | To trash for over-topping, new created Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd them, The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd Or else new form?d them; having both the key The very virtue of compassion in thee, Of officer and office, set all hearts i’ the state I have with such prevision in mine art To what tune pleas’d his ear; that now he was So safely order'd, that there is no soul The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, No, not so much perdition as an hair, And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not. Betid to any creature in the vessel Mira. O good sir! I do. Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit Pro. I pray thee, mark me. down; I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated For thou must now know farther. To closeness, and the bettering of my mind Mira. You have often With that, which but by being so retired Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd, O’er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother And left me to a bootless inquisition, Awak'd an evil nature : and my trust, Concluding, “Stay, not yet.” Like a good parent, did beget of him Pro, The hour's now come, A falsehood, in its contrary as great The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember A confidence sans bound. He being thus loaded, 9 A time before we came unto this cell ? [Sits down. Not only with what my revenue yielded, I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not But what my power might else exact,-like one, Out three years old. Who having to untruth, 10 by telling of it, Mira. Certainly, sir, I can. Made such a sinner of his memory, Pro. By what? by any other house, or person ? To credit his own lie,--he did believe Of any thing the image tell me, that He was indeed the duke ; out o' the substitution, Hath kept with thy remembrance. And executing th’ outward face of royalty, Mira. Tis far off ; With all prerogative :-hence his ambition And rather like a dream, than an assurance Growing-Dost thou hear ? That my remembrance warrants. Had I not Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Four or five women once, that tended me ? Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd, Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it, And him he play'd it for, he needs will be 10 Pro. 1 cheek: in f. e. 2 creature : in f. e. 3 mantle : in f.e. 4 provision : in f.e. 5 Not in f. e. and: in f. e. ing term, signifying to beat back. See Othello, II., 1. 9 lorded : in f. e. 10 unto truth : in f. e. ? Trouble. 8 A hunt K Absolute Milan. Me, poor man !-my library I prize above my dukedom. Would I might But ever see that man! (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, Pro. Now I arise :- [Puts on his robe again. To give him annual tribute, do him homage, Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend Here in this island we arriv'd; and here Than other princess can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. you, sir, Mira. I should sin For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason To think but nobly of my grandmother: For raising this sea-storm? Good wombs have borne bad sons. Pro. Know thus far forth. Pro. Now the condition. By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies I find my zenith doth depend upon If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions. With all the honours, on my brother : whereon, Thou art inclined to sleep ; 'tis a good dulness, A treacherous army levied, one midnight, And give it way :-I know thou canst not choose.-Fated to the practise, did 'Antonio open · [MIRANDA sleeps. The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Come away, servant, come! I am ready now. The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Approach, my Ariel : come! Me, and thy crying self. Enter ARIEL. Mira. € Alack, for pity! Ari. All hail, great master; grave sir, hail. I come I, not rememb’ring how I cried out then, To answer thy best pleasure; be 't to fly, Will cry it o'er again : it is a hint, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride That wrings mine eyes to't. On the curl'd clouds : to thy strong bidding task Pro. Hear a little farther, Ariel, and all his quality. And then I'll bring thee to the present business Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Which now's upon's; without the which this story Perform’d to point the tempest that I bade thee? Were most impertinent. Ari. To every article. Mira. Wherefore did they not I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, That hour destroy us ? Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, Pro. Well demanded, wench : I flam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide, My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not, And burn in many places; on the topmast, So dear the love my people bore me, nor set The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, A mark so bloody on the business; but Then meet, and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors With colours fairer painted their foul ends. O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary In few, they hurried us aboard a bark, And sight-outrunning were not: the fire, and cracks Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepar'd Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Yea, his dread trident shake. Instinctively had? quit it: there they hoist us, Pro. My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Ari. Not a soul Mira. Alack ! what trouble 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, Thou wast, that did preserve me. Thou didst smile, Then all a-fire with me : the king's son, Ferdinand, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair). When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt, Was the first man that leap'd; cried, "Hell is empty, Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me And all the devils are here." An undergoing stomach, to bear up Pro. Why, that's my spirit ! Against what should ensue. But was not this nigh shore ? Close by, my master. Pro. By Providence divine. Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Ari. Not a hair perish'd; A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Out of his charity, (who being then appointed But fresher than before : and, as thou bad'st me, Master of this design) did give us ; with In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle. Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, The king's son have I landed by himself, Which since have steaded much : so, of his gentleness, Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, From my own library, with volumes that His arms in this sad knot. * purpose : in f.e. 2 butt: in f.e. 3 have : in f. e. 4 This direction is not in f. e. 5 princess: in f. e. Pro. LLL had Pro. Pro. And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island And all the rest o’ the fleet? (Save for a son that she did litter here, Ari. Safely in harbour A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with Ari. Yes; Caliban, her son. Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Of ever-angry bears. It was a torment And all' upon the Mediterranean float, 2 To lay upon the damn’d, which Sycorax Bound sadly home for Naples, Could not again undo: Ít was mine art, The pine, and let thee out. Ari. I thank thee, master. Exactly is perform’d; but there's more work. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, What is the time o' the day? And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Ari. Past the mid season. Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Pro. At least two glasses. The time'twixt six and now Ari. Pardon, master : Must by us both be spent most preciously. I will be correspondent to command, Pro. Do so, and after two days Which is not yet perform'd me. I will discharge thee. That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Ari. My liberty. Pro. Go, make thyself a like nymph o' the sea : be Pro. Before the time be out? no more. subject Ari. I prithee To no sight but thine and mine ; invisible To every eyeball, else. Go, take this shape, [Exit ARIEL. To bate me a full year. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Dost thou forget Awake! From what a torment I did free thee? . Mira. The strangeness of your story put Waking: 5 Ari. No. Heaviness in me. Pro. Thou dost; and think'st it much, to tread the ooze Pro. Shake it off. Come on: Of the salt deep, We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never To run upon the sharp wind of the north, Yields us kind answer. To do me business in the veins oth earth, Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir, When it is bak'd with frost. I do not love to look on. Pro. But, as 'tis, That profit us.--What ho! slave! Caliban! Thou earth, thou! speak. Pro. Thou hast. Where was she born? Cal. [Within) There's wood enough within. speak; tell me. Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for thee. Ari. Sir, in Argier. Come, thou tortoise! when ? Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph. - Ari. . My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. To enter human hearing, from Argier, Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Thou know'st, was banish’d: for one thing she did, Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! They would not take her life. Is not this true ? Enter CALIBAN. Ari. Ay, sir. Cal. As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd Pro. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, child, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate . Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd By help of her more potent ministers, As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging And in her most unmitigable rage, Than bees that made 'em. Into a cloven pine; within which rift I Cal. I must eat my dinner. Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, A dozen years; within which space she died, Which thou tak’st from me. When thou cam’st here first, lare : in f. e. 2 flote : in f. e. 3 the : in f. e. 4 like a : in f. e. 5 Not in f. e. 6 honey-comb: in f. e. |