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Miranda, daughter to Prospero.
Ariel, an airy spirit.
Nymphs, lords. Francisco,
Other Spirits, attending on Prospero.
SCENE, the sea, with a ship, ; afterwards an unin. Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
| in.) A plague upon this howling! they are louder SCENE 1.-On a ship at sea. A storm with thunder than the weather, or our office.
and lightning. Enter a Shipmaster and a Boat Recenter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. swain.
Yet again ? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and Master.
drown ? Have you a mind to sink ?
Seb. A pox o' your throat ! you bawling, blasphem
ous, ivcharitable dog ! Bouts. Here, master : what cheer ?
Boats. Work you, then. Mast. Good : speak to the mariners: fall to't yare Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent ly, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.
noise-maker! we are less afraid to be drown'd than [E.rit.
thou art. Enter Mariners.
Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning ; though the Busts. Heigh, my hearts· cheerly, cheerly, my ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky bearts ; yare, yare : take in the top-sail ; tend to the
as an unstaunch'd wench. master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses ; room enough!
off to sea again, lay her off. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferlinand, Gonza.
Enter Mariners zet. lo, and others.
Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers ! All lost. Alen. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the
[Exeunt. master ? Play the men.
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Beats. I pray now, keep below.
Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ?
them, Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our la- For our case is as theirs. bour; keep your cabins : you do assist the storm. Sch. I am out of patieace. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunk Boats. When the sen is. Hence !-What care these ards.rearers for the name of king? To cabin : silenee : This wide-chapped rascal :-'Would, thou might'st trouble us not.
lie drowning, Gon Good ; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. The washing of ten tides ! Beats. None that I more love than myself. You Gon.
He'll be hanged yet ; are a counsellor; if you can command these elements || Though every drop of water swear against it, to silence, and work the peace o' the present, we will And gape at wid'st to glut him. not hand a rope more ; use your authority. I you (A confused noise within.] Mercy on us !-We split, cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make we split !-Farewell, my wife and children Fare yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the well, brother !-We split, we split, we split! hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good heartso-Out of our Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
[Erit. Fay, I say. [Exit. Scb. Let's take leave of him.
[Exit. Gen. I have great comfort from this fellow : me Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of' sea thinks, be hath no drowning mark upon him ; his for an acre of barren ground : long heath, brown complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, guod iate, furze, any thing: The wills above be done! but I to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our u would fain dic a dry death.
[Erit. ble, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hang'd, our case is miserable. [Excunt. | SCENE II. The island: before the cell of Prospero. Re-enter Boat swain.
Enter Prospero and Miranda. Boats. Down with the topmast ; yare ; lower, low Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have er ; brihg ber to try with maig-course. [A cry with Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
The sky, it seems, would pour down stipking pitch, She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
A princess ;-~no worse issued.
O, the heavens! Who had, no doubt, some noble creatures in ber, What foul play had we, that we came from thence ? Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Or blessed was't, we did ? Against my very heart! Poor souls ! they perish'd Pro.
Both, both, my girl : Had I been any god of power, I would
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence: Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er
But blessedly holp hither. It should the good ship so have swallowed, and
O, my heart bleeds The freighting souls within her.
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Pro.
Be collected ; Which is from my remembrance ! Please you, further. No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call d Antonio, 'There's no harm done.
I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should
Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself,
No harm. of all the world I lor'd, and to him put I have done nothing but in care of thee,
The manage of my state ; as, at that time, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter !) who Through all the signiories it was the first, Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing And Prospero the prime duke ; being so reputed of whence I am ; nor that I am more hettes In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
Without a parallel ; those being all my study,
The government I cast upon my brother,
And to my state grew stranger, being transported, Did never meddle with my thoughts,
And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle Pro.
'Tis time Dost thou attend me? I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
Sir, most heedfully. And pluck my magie garment from me.-So ;
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, (Lays down his mantle. How to deny then ; whom to advance, and whom Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes ; have com To trash for overtopping ; new created fort.
The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang 2 The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
them, The very virtue of compassion in thee,
Or else new form’d them : having both the key I have with such provision io mine art
of officer and office, set all hearts So safely order'd, that there is no soul
To what tune pleas'd his ear ; that now he was No, not so much perdition as an hair,
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, Betid to any creature in the vessel
And suck'd my verdure out on’to-Thou attend'st not. Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit || I pray thee, mark me. down;
O good sir, I do. For thou must now know further.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate Mir.
You have often To closeness, and the bettering of my mind Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd
With that, which but by being so retird, And left me to a bootless inquisition ;
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Concluding, Stay, not yet.
Awak d an evil nature : and my trust, Pro.
The hour's now come; Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood, in its contrary as great
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
But what my power might else exact,-like'one,
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
To credit his own lie, -he did believe
He was the duke ; out of the substitution, Mir.
'Tis far off; And executing the outward face of royalty, And rather like a dream, than an assurance
With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition That my remembrance warrants : Had I not
Growing,-Dost hear? Four or five women once, that tended me?
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda : But how Pro. To have no screen between this part' he play'd is it,
And him he play'd it for, lie needs will be That this lives in thy mind ? What seest thou else Absolute Milan: Me, poor man !-my library In the dark backward and abysm of time?
Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties If thou remember st aught, ere thou cam'st here, He thinks me now incapable: confederates How thou cam'st here, thou mayst.
(So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, Mir.
But that I do not. To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend since,
The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan !) Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
To most ignoble stooping. A prince of power.
O the heavens ! Mir.
Sir, are not you my father ? Pro. Mark his condition, and the event ; then tell Pro. Tby mother was a piece of virtue, and
If this migbt he a brother.
|(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason Mir. I should sin
For raising this sea-storm ? To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Know thus far forth.Good wombs have borne bad sons.
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Pro.
Now the condition. Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore : and by my prescience
A most auspicious star; wiose mfluence
Will ever after droop.--Here cease more questions ; Out of the dukedom ; and confer fair Milan,
Thou art inclind to sleep ; 'tis a good dulness, With all the honours, on my brother : Whenon, And give it way ;-I know thou canst not choose. A treacherous army levy'd, one midnight
[Miranda sleeps. Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now ; The gates of Milan · and, i' the dead of darkness,
Approach, my Ariel come. The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Enter Ariel. Me, and thy crying self.
Ari. All hail, grat master! grave sir, hail! I come Mir. Alack, for pity!
To answer thy best pleasure ; bet to fly, I, not rememb ring how I cried out then,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride Will cry it o'er again ; it is a hint,
On the curl'd clouds ; to thy strong bidding, task That wrings mine eyes.
Ariel, and all his quality.
Hast thou, spirit, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Performd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Which now's upon us ; without the which, this story Ari. To every article. Were most impertinent.
I boarded the king's ship; now on the berk, Mir.
Wherefore did they not Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, That hour destroy is?
I fam'd amazement : Sometimes, I'd divide, Pre.
Well demanded, wench: And burn in many places ; on the top-mast, My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst Rot; The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
Then meet, and join : Jove's rightnings, the precursors A mark so bloody on the business ; but
O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary With colours fairer painted their foul ende,
And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and cracks In few, they hurried us aboard a bark ;
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd Seem'd to besirge, and make his bold waves tremble, A rotteu carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
Yea, his dreaul trident shake. Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
My brave spirit ! Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil To ery to the sea that roard to us ; to sigh
Would not infect his reason? To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Not a soul Did us bat loving wrong.
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Mir.
Alack / what trouble Some tricks of desperation : All, but mariners, Was I then to you!
Plung’d in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Pre. 0! a cherubim
Then all a-fire with me: the king's soc, Ferdinand, Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, With hair 11p-staring (then like reeds not hair.) Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
Was the first man that leap'd ; cried, Hell is empty, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; And all the devils are here. Under my burden groan'd; whicla rais'd in me
Why, that's my spirit ! An undergoing stomach, to bear ap
But was not this nigh shore? Against what should ensue.
Close by, my master. Mir.
How came we ashore ? Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe ? Pre. By Providence divine.
Not a hair perishil Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
On their sustaining garments not a blemish, A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad’si me, Out of his charity, (who being then appointed
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle : Plaster of this design,) did give us ; with
The king's son have I landed by himself; Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs, Which since have steaded much ; so, of his gentleness, In an odd angie of the isle, and sitting, Knowing I lor'd my books, he furnish d me,
His arms in this sad kuot. From my own library, with volumes that
Of the king's ship, I prize above my dukedom.
The mariners, say, how thou hast dispose, Mir. 'Would I might
And all the rest o' the fleet? But ever see that man !
Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship ; in the deep rook, where one Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Thou cali'ust me up at midnight to feteh dew Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
From the still-vesd Bermoothies, there she's bid : Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit The mariners all under liatches stow'l; Than other princes can, that have more time
Whorn, with a charm joiu'! to unir sutter'd labour, For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
I have left asleep : and for the rest o'the fiect, Mir. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray || Which I dispers 'd, they all have met again ; you, sir,
And are upon the Mediterranean flute,
Bound sadly home for Naples ;
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreek d, Could not again undo; it was mine art, And his great person perish.
When I arrived, and heard thee, that made gape. Pro.
Ariel, thy charge The pine, and let thee out. Exactly is perform'd ; but there's more work :
I thank thee, master, What is the time o' the day?
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, Ari.
Past the mid season. And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Pro. At least two glasses : The time twist six and Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. now,
Pardon, master : Must by us both be spent most preciously.
I will be correspondent to command, Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me And do my spiriting gently. pains,
Do so ; and after two days Let me remember thee what thou hast promis’d, I will discharge thee. Which is not yet perform'di me.
That's my noble master! Pro.
How now? moody? What shall I do? say what : what shall I do? What is't thou canst demand ?
Pro. Gorsake thyself like to a nympb o' the sea; Ari.
Be subject to no sight but mine ; invisible Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
To every eye-ball else. Go take this shape, Ari.
I pray thee
And hither come in't : hence, with diligence Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Mir. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.
Shake it off: Come on ; Ari,
We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Pro. Thou dost : and think'st
Yields us kind answer. It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep ;
'Tis a villain, sir, To run upon the sharp wind of the north ;
I do not love to look on. To do me business in the veins o' the earth,
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! The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and envy,
Thou earth, thou ! speak. Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her?
Cal. [i'ithin] There's wood enough within. Ari. No, sir.
Pro. Come forth, I say ; there's other business for
thee: Pro. Thou bast: Where was she born? speak; tell me.
Come forth, thou tortoise! when -
Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph.
Fine apparition ! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.
Ari. Which thou forgettist. This damn'd witch, Sycorax,
My lord, it shall be done. [E.rit. For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth ! Thou know'st, was banish'd ; for one thing she did,
Enter Caliban. They would not take her life: Is not this true ?
Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushd Ari. Ay, sir.
With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with | Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, child,
And blister you all o'er ! And here was left by the sailors : Thou, my slave,
Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant :
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pincha Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
As thick as honey-combs, tach pinch more stinging By help of her more potent ministers,
Than bees that made them.
Cal. And in her most unmitigable rage,
I must eat my dinner.
This island's mine, by Sycorax iny mother, Into a cloven pinc; within which rift
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first Imprisond, thou didst painfully remain
Thou strok dst me, and mad'st much of me. would'st A dozen years; within which space she diedl, And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans,
give me As fast as mill-wheels strike : Then was this island,
Water with berries in't; and teach me how (Save for the son that she did litter here,
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 ; Pro. Dulidhing, I say so ; he, that Caliban,
Curs d be I that did so !-All the charms Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st Of Sycoras, toads, beetles, bats, light on you ! What torment I did find thee in: uhy groans
For I and all the subjects that you have, Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts
Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island.
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : thee,
Hark! now I hear them,-ding-tlong, hell. Pith as thou art, with human care ; and lodgʻd thee
[Burden, ding-dong. In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father: The honour of my child.
This is no mortal business, nor no sound Cal. O ho, O bo ! -'work it had been done!
That the earth owes :- I hear it now above me. Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, This isk with Calibans.
And say, what thou seest yond'.
What is't? a spirit? Which any print of goodness will not take,
Lord, how it looks about ! Believe me, sir, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
It carries a brave form :-But 'tis a spirit. Tock pain to make thee speak, taught thee each hour Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such Ore thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Knus thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like As we have, such : This gallant, which thou seest, A thing most brutich, I endow'd thy purposes
Was in the wreck ; and, but he's something stain'd
A goodly person : He hath lost his fellows,
I might call him Who had'st deserv'd more than a prison.
A thing divine ; for nothing natural Cal. You taught me language ; ead my profit on't I ever saw so noble. 1 I know how w curse: The red plague rid you, Pro.
It goes on,
[ Aside For learning me your language !
As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit ! l'il free Pro. Hag-seed, hence!
thee Fetches in fuel ; and be quick, thou wert best, Within two days for this. To answer other business. Shrugg'st thou, malice? Fer.
Most sure, the goddess I thou reglect'st, or dost unwillingly
On whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe, my prayer What I command, rl rack thee with old cramps ; May know, if you remain upon this island ; Fill all thy bones with aches ; make thee roar, And that you will some good instruction give, That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
How I may bear me here : My prime request,
No, pray thee! Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder !
No wonder, sir ;
But, certainly a maid.
My language! heavens ! Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing, and singing ; Ferdi I am the best of them that speak this speech, mand following him.
Were I but where 'tis spoken.
How ! the best?
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Come unto these yellow sands,
Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders And then take hands :
To hear thce speak of Naples : He does bear me; Court'sied when you have, and kisa'd,
And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples ; (The wild waves whist,)
Who, with rine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld Foot it featly here and there ;
The king my father wreck d. And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Alack, for mercy! Hark, hark !
Fer. Yes, ith, and all his lords ; the duke of Milan, Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.
[tispersedly. And his brave son, being twain. The watchdogs bark:
The duke of Milan, Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.
[dispersedly. || And his more braver daughter, could control thee, Hark, hark ! I hear
If now 'twere fic to do't :-At the first sight [Aside. The strain of strutting chanticlere
They have chang d eyes :-Delicate Ariel,
I'll set thee free for this !--A word, good sir ; Per. Where should this music be ? i' the air, or the I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. earth
- Mir. Why speaks my father so ungently? This It sounds no more :-and sure, it waits upon
Is the third man that e'er I saw ; the first Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
That e'er I sigh`d for : pity move my father Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
To be incliu'd my way! This music crept by me upon the waters ;
O, if a virgin, Alaying both their fury, and my passion,
And your afiection not gone fortlı, I'll make you With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, The queen of Naples. Or it hath drawn me rather :-But 'tis gone.
Soft, sir ; one word more. No, it begins again.
They are both in either's powers : but this swift busiAriel sings.
ness Full fathom feve thy father lies ;
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [ Aside. Of his bones are coral made :
Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge thee, Those are pearls that were his eyes :
That thou attend me : thou dost here usurp
The name thou owost not; and hast put thyself