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PERSONS REPRESENTED. ALO830, Klag of Naples.

STEPHANO, a drunken Butler. SEBASTIAX, his Brother.

Master of a Ship,- Boatswain,-and Mariners. PROSPERO, the rightful Duke of Milan.

MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero.
ANTONIO, kis Brother, the usurping Duke of Milan. Ariel, an airy Spirit.
FERDINAND, Son to the King of Naples.

Iris,
GONZALO, an honest old Counsellor of Naples.

CERES,

Juno, Spirits.
Lords.
FRANCISCO,

Nymphs,
CALIBAN, a sevage and deformed Slave.

Reapers,
TEXCOLO, a Jester.

Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
SCENE,—The Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an uninhabited Island.

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ACT I.

thinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his SCENE I.-On a Ship at Sea.-A storm, with complexion is perfect

gallows. Stand fast, good fate, thunder and lightning.

to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain. cable, for our own doth little advantage ! If he be Master. Boatswain,

not born to be hanged,our case is miserable.[Exeunt. Beats. Here, master : What cheer?

Re-enter Boatswain. Master. Good : Speak to the mariners: fall to't

Boats. Down with the topmast; yare ; lower, yarely, or we ran ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. lower; bring her to try with main-course. (A cry Enter Mariners.

[Erit.

within.). A plague upon this bowling! they are Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my louder than the weather, or our office. hearts ; yare, fare: Take in the top-sail ; Tend to Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. the master's wbistle.-Blow till thoa burst thy Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, wind, if room enough!

and drown? Have you a mind to sink ? Eater ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND,

Seb. A pox o’ your throat! you bawling, blasGONZALO, and others.

phemous, incharitable dog! Alon. Good Boatswain, have care. Where's the

Boats. Work you, then. master? Play the men.

Ant. Hang, cur, bang! you whoreson, insolent Beats. I pray now, keep below.

noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than

tbou art. Ant. Where is the master, Boatswain ? Boats. Do you not hear binn? You mar our la

Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though boar; keep your cabins : you do assist the storm. the ship were no stronger than a nut-sheli, and as Goa. Nay, good, be patient.

leaky as an unstaunched wench. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care

Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: si-courses; off to sea again, lay her off. lepce; trouble as not.

[aboard.

Enter Mariners, wet. Gon. Good; yet remember wbom thou hast Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! Beats. None that I more love than myself. You

(Exeunt. are a counsellor; if you can command these ele Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? (them, ments to silence, and work the peace of the present, Gon. The king and priuce at prayers ! let us assist we will not band a rope more; use your authority. For our case is as theirs. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, Seb. I am out of patience.

[drookards. and make yourself ready in yonr cabin for the mis Ant. We are merely cheated of onr lives by chance of the bour, if it so bap-Cheerly, good This wide-chapped rascal ;-'Would, tbou might'st bearts-Out of our way, I say.

[Exit. The washing of ten tides! (lie drowning, Goa. I have great comfort from this fellow : meg Gon. He'll be hanged yet;

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Though every drop of water swear against it, Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years And gape at wid'st to glat him.

Thy father was the duke of Milan, and (since, (A confused noise within.)— Mercy on us! We A prince of power. split, we split!-Farewell, my wife and children! Mira.

Sir, are not you my father? Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we split! Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and

Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Erit. She said-ihou wast my daughter; and thy father Seb. Let's take leave of him.

(Exit. Was duke of Milan; and bis only beir Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of A princess; no worse issued. sea for an acre of barren ground; long heatb, brown Mira.

0, the heavens! furze, any thing: The wills above be done ! but I What foul play bad we, that we came from thence? would fuin die a dry death.

[Exit. Or blessed was't, we did ?
Pro.

Both, both, my girl: SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of

By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heard thence;
Prospero.

But blessedly holp bither.
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.

Mira.

0, my heart bleeds Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have To think o' the teen that I have tarn’d you to, Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: Which is from myremolbrance! Please you, farther. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call's Antonio,But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, I pray thee, mark me,-ibat a brother sbould Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered

Be so pertidious !--he, whom next thyself, With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, The manage of my state; as, at that time, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Through all the signiories it was the first, Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd. And Prospero the prime duke; being so repated Had I been any god of power, I would

In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er

Without a parallel: those being all my study,
It should the good ship so bave swallow'd, and The governinent I cast upon my brother,
The freighting souls within her.

And to my state grew stranger, being transported, Pro.

Be collected; | And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, Dost thou attend me?
There's no harm done.

Mira.

Sir, most beedrally. Mira. O, woe the day!

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Pro.

No harm. How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom I have done nothing but in care of thee,

To trash for over-topping; new created [them, (of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd Àrt ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Or else new form'd them; having both the key Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Of officer and office, set all hearts Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,

To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was And thy no greater father.

The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, [not; Mira.

More to know And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st Did never meddle with my thoughts.

I pray thee, mark me. Pro. 'Tis time Mira.

0, good sir, I do. I should inform thee further. Lend thy band, Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; To closeness, and the bettering of my mind

(Lays down his manile.) | With that, which, but by being so retir’d, Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have O'er-prir'd all popular rate, in my false brother comfort.

Awak'd an evil nature : and my trust, The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd Like a good parent, did beget of bim The very virtue of compassion in thee,

A falsehood, in its contrary as great I have with such provision in mine art

As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, So safely ordered, that there is no soul

A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, No, not so much perdition as an hair,

Not only with what my revenue yielded, Betid to any creature in the vessel [Sit down; But wbat my power might else exact,- like one, Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, For thou must now know further.

Made such a sioner of bis memory, Mira.

You have often | To credit his own lie,- he did believe Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd,

He was the duke; out of the substitution, And left me to a bootless inquisition;

And executing the outward face of royalty, Concluding, Stay, not yet.

With all prerogative :-Hence bis ambition Pro.

The hour's now come; Growing, -Dost bear? The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;

Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thon remember Pro. To have no screen between this part be A time before we came unto this cell?

play'd, I do not think thou can'st; for then thoa wast not And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Out three years old.

Absolute Milan : Me, poor pan !--my library Mira.

Certainly, sir, I can. Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? He thinks me now incapable : confederates of any thing the image tell ine, that

(So dry be was for sway) with the king of Naples, Hath kept with thy remembrance,

To give him annual tribute, do bim homage; Mira.

'Tis far off ; Subject his coronet to the crown, and bend And rather like a dream than an assurance, The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas! poor Milan!) That my remembrance warrants : Had I not To most ignoble stooping. Four or five women once, that tended me? [is it, Mira.

0, the beavens! Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: But how Pro. Mark his condition, and the event ; then That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else If this might be a brother.

(tell me, In the dark backward and abysm of time?

Mira.

I should sin
If thou remember'st augbt, ere thou cam’st here, To think but nobly of my grandmother :
How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.

Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Mira,
But that I do not. Pro.

Now the condition

This king of Naples, being an enemy

Enter ARIEL. To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Ari. All hail,great master! grave sir, hail! I com Which was, that be in lieu o' the premises, To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to ffy, Of bomage, and I know not how much tribute, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride Should presently extirpate me and mine

On the curl'd clouds : to thy strong bidding task Out of ibe dakedom; and confer fair Milan, Ariel, and all bis quality. With all the honours, on my brother : Whereon, Pro.

Hast thon, spirit, A treacherous army levied, one midnight

Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open

Ari. To every article. The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, The ministers for the purpose burried thence Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, Me, and thy crying self.

I flam'd amazement : Sometimes, I'd divide, Mưa, Alack, for pity!

And burn in many places; on the top-mast, I, not renemo'ring how I cried out then,

The yards and bowsprit, would I Aame distinctly, Will cry it o'er again : it is a hint,

Then meet and join: Jove's lightnings, tbe precursors That wrings mine eyes.

O'the dreadfal thunder-claps, more momentary Pro.

Hear a little further, And sight-out-ronning were not: The fire, and cracks And then I'll bring thee to the present business, Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Which now's upon us; without the which, this story Seem'dto besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Were most impertinent.

Yea, his dread trident shake.
Mira,
Wherefore did they not Pro.

My brave spirit! That boar destroy us?

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil P:o.

Well demanded, wench; Would not infect his reason? My tale provokes that question. Dear,they darst pot; Ari.

Not a soul (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd A mark so bloody on the business ; bat

Some tricks of desperation : All, but mariners, With colours fairer painted their foul ends. Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, In few, they barried us aboard a bark;

Then all a-fire with me : the king's son, Ferdinand, Bore as some leagues to sea ; where they prepar'd With bair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair,) A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,

Was the first man that leap’d; cried,“ Hellis empty, Nor tackle, sail, nor ast; the very rats

And all the devils are here.' Instinctively bad quit it: there they hoist us,

Pro.

Why, that's my spirit! To cry to the sea, that roar'd to us, to sigh But was not this nigh shore? To the winds, whose pity, sigbing back again, Ari.

Close by, my master, Did us bat loving wrong.

Pro. Bat are they, Ariel, safe ?
Mira.
Alack! what trouble Ari.

Not a hair perish'd ; Was I then to you!

On their sastaining garments not a blemish,
Pro.
O! a cherubim

But fresher than before : and, as thou bad'st me, Thoa wast, that did preserve me! Thoa didst smile, In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle : Iofused with a fortitude from heaven,

The king's son bave I landed by himself ;
When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Whom I left, cooling of the air with sighs,
Under my barden groan'd; which rais'd in me In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
Ad andergoing stomach, to bear up

His arms in this sad knot.
Against what should ensue.

Pro.

of the king's ship, Mira.

How came we ashore? The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, Pro. By Providence divine.

And all the rest o' the fleet? Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Ari.

Safely in harbour A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Out of bis charity, (who being then appointed Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew Master of this design,) did give us ; with

From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's bid : Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, The mariners all under hatches stow'd ; Whica sioce bavesteaded much; so,of his gentleness, Whom, with a charm join'd to their saffer'd labour, Kaoning I lor'd my books, he furnish'd me, I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet, From my own library, with volumes that

Which I dispers'd, they all have met again I priz'd above my dukedom.

And are upon the Mediterranean flote, Mura.

'Would I might Bound sadly home for Naples ; Bet ever see that man!

Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Pro. Now I arise :

And his great person perish. Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.

Pro.

Ariel, thy charge Here in this island we arriv'd; and here

Exactly is perform’d; but there's more work: Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit What is the time o' the day? Than other princes can, that have more time

Ari.

Past the mid season, For rainer bours, and tators not so carefal.(you, sir, Pro. At least two glasses: The time'twixt six and

Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray Must by us both be spent most preciously. [now, (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give For raising this sea-storm?

me pains, Pro.

Know thus far forth. Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Which is not yet perform'd me. Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies

Pro.

How now? moody? Brought to this shore: and by my prescience What is't thou can'st demand? I fiad my zenith doth depend upon

Ari.

My liberty. A most auspicious star ; whose influence

Pro. Before the time be out? no more. If box I court not, but omit, my fortunes

Ari.

I pray thee, Wilever after droop.-Herecease more questions; Remember, I have done thee worthy service ; Tkss art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dalness, Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Asd give it way ;-I know thou can’st not choose. Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst pro

[mise (Miranda sleeps.) To bate me a full year. Come away, servant, come : I am ready now;

Pro.

Dost thou forget Approach, my Ariel; come,

From what a torment I did free thee?

Ari.

No.

Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for Pro. Thou dost; and think'st

Come forth, thou tortoise! when?-- (thee:
It much to tread the ooze of the salt deep;

Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph.
To run upon the sbarp wiod of the north;

Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
To do me business in the veins o' the earth, Hark in thine ear.
When it is bak'd with frost.

Ari.

My lord, it shall be done. [Erit. Ari.

I do not, sir. Pro. Thoo poisonous slave, got by the devil him-
Pro. Thoa liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! (self
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy,

Enter CALIBAN,
Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brash'd
Ari. No, sir.

With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,
Pro.

Thou bast: Where was she born? | Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,
speak; tell me.

And blister you all o'er !

(cramps, Ari. Sir, in Argier.

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt bare
Pro.

0, was she so? I must, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins
Once in a month, recount wbat thou hast been, Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
Which thou forget'st. This damn’d witch, Sycorax, All exercise on thee : thoa shalt be pinch'd
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible As thick as boney-combs, each pinch more stinging
To enter human hearing, from Argier,

Than bees that made them.
Thoa kuow'st, was banisb’d; for one thing she did, Cal.

I must eat my dinner.
They would not take her life : Is not this true ? This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Ari. Ay, sir.

(child, Which thon tak'st from me. When thou cam’st first, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st And here was left by the sailors : Thou, my slave,

give me
As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant : Water with berries in't; and teach me how
And, for thou wast á spirit too delicate

To name the bigger light, and how the less,
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, And shew'd 'tbee all the qualities o' the isle, stile;
By help of her more potent ministers,

The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fer-
And in her most unmitigable rage,

Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms
Into a cloven pine ; within which rift

Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
Imprison'd, thou did'st painfully remain

For I am all the subjects that you have,
A dozen years; within which space she died, Which first was mine own king: and bere you sty me
And left thee there; where thou did'st vent thy groans, In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
As fast as mill-wheels strike : Tben was this island, The rest of the island.
(Save for the son that she did litter here,

Pro.

Thou most lying slave, [thee, A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us'd A human shape.

Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee
Ari.

Yes; Caliban, her son. In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
Pro. Dall thing, I say so; be, that Caliban, The honour of my child.
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st Cal. O ho, o ho !-'would it had been done !
What torment I did find thee in : thy groans Thou did'st prevent me; I had peopled else
Did make wolves bowl, and penetrate the breasts This isle with Calibans.
Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment

Pro.

Abhorred slave;
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax

Which any print of goodness will not take,
Could not again undo; it was mine art,

Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hoar
The pine, and let thee out.

One thing or other: when thou did'st not, savage,
Ari.

I thank thee, master. Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till

With words that made them known: Batthy vile race,
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.

Though thou didst learn, had that in't, which good Ari.

Pardon, master :

natures I will be correspondent to command,

Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thon
And do my spiriting gently.

Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
Pro.

Do so; aud after two days Who had'st deserv'd more than a prison.
I will discharge thee.

Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't
Ari.

That's my noble master ! Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you,
What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? For learning me your language!
Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o’the sea; Pro.

Hag-seed, hence !
Be subject to no sight but mine ; invisible

Fetch as in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best,
To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
And hither come in't: hence, with diligence. If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly

(Exit Ariel. What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well: Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, Awake!

That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
Mira. The strangeness of your story put

Cal.

No, 'pray thee ! Heaviness on me.

I must obey: his art is of such power, (Aside.)
Pro.

Shake it off: Come on; It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never

And make a vassal of him.
Yields us kind answer.

Pro.

So, slave, bence! [Exit Caliban. Mira.

'Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on,

Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing, and singing ;
Pro.
But, as 'tis,

FERDINAND following him.
We cannot miss bim : he does make our fire,

Ariel's Song.
Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices

Come unto these yellow sands,
That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban!

And then take hands :
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Court'sied when you have, and kissid,
Cal. (Within.) There's wood enough within.

(The wild waves whist,)

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