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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. ALONSO, King of Naples.
STEPHANO, a drunken Butler. SEBASTIAN, his Brother.
Master of a Ship, Boatswain, Mariners.
MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero.
CERES, Gonzalo, an honest old Counsellor.
Juno, Spirits. ADRIAN,
Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
SCENE I.-On a Ship at Sea.
Boats. Down with the top-mast: yare ; lower, lower. A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard. Bring ber to try with main-course. [A cry within.] A Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain, as on ship- plague upon this howling! they are louder than the board, shaking off wet.
weather, or our office.Master. Boatswain !
Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. Boats. Here, master: what cheer?
Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and Mast. Good. Speak to the mariners : fall to't drown? Have you a mind to sink? yarely, or werun ourselvesaground: bestir, bestir. [Exit. Seb. A poxo your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, Enter Mariners.
incharitable dog! Boats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts ! Boats. Work you, then. yare, yare. Take in the topsail ; tend to the master's Ant. Hang, cur, hang ! you whoreson, insolent noiseshistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. I enough!
Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, Antonio, FERDINAND, Gon- ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky as ZALO, and Others, from the Cabin.
an unstanched wench. Alon. Good boatswain, have a care.
Where's the Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold. Set her two courses: master? Play the men.
off to sea again; lay her off. Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Enter Mariners, wet. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ?
Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [Exeunt.
Gon. Theking and prince at prayers! let us assist them. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
For our case is as theirs. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these Seb. I am out of patience. rearers for the name of king? To cabin : silence ! Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunktrouble us not.
ards. Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. This wide-chapp'd rascal,—would, thou might'st lie Boats. None that I more love than myself. You
drowning, are a counsellor: if you can command these elements The washing of ten tides ! to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will Gon.
He'll be hanged yet, , Got hand a rope more; use your authority: if you Though every drop of water swear against it, cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make And gape at wid'st to glut him. (A confused noise yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the within.] Mercy on us !heur, if it so hap.—Cheerly, good hearts !-Out of our We split, we split!— Farewell, my wife and children! way, I say:
[Exit. Farewell, brother !-We split, we split, we split! Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow : me- Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
[Exit. thinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; his Seb. Let's take leave of him.
[Exit. conplexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea to his hanging : make the rope of his destiny our cable, for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, for our own doth little advantage. If he be not born any thing. The wills above be done ! but I would fain to be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt. I die a dry death.
SCENE II.-The Island: before the cell of PROSPERO.
Sir, are not you my father?
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She said—thou wast my daughter; and thy father
And princess, no worse issued. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Mira.
O, the heavens ! But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's heat, What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Dashes the fire out. O! I have suffer'd
Or blessed was't, we did ? With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
Both, both, my girl : Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; Dash'd all to pieces. O! the cry did knock But blessedly holp hither. Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd. Mira.
0! my heart bleeds Had I been any god of power, I would
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er
Which is from my remembrance. Please
farther. It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,The fraughting souls within her.
I pray thee, mark me,—that a brother should Pro.
Be collected : Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself,
The manage of my state; as, at that time,
Through all the signiories it was the first,
No harm. (And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed I have done nothing but in care of thee,
In dignity) and, for the liberal arts,
And to my state grew stranger, being transported Than Prospero, master of a full
And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-
Dost thou attend me?
Sir, most heedfully. Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Pro.
'Tis time How to deny them, whom t'advance, and whom I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, To trash for over-topping, new created And pluck my magic garment from me.-So: The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd them,
[Lays down his robe. Or else new form'd them; having both the key Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was The very virtue of compassion in thee,
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, I have with such prevision in mine art
And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st not. So safely order'd, that there is no soul
Mira. O good sir! I do. No, not so much perdition as an hair,
I pray thee, mark me. Betid to any creature in the vessel
I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit To closeness, and the bettering of my mind down;
With that, which but by being so retired For thou must now know farther.
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Mira.
You have often Awak'd an evil nature : and my trust, Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp’d,
Like a good parent, did beget of hiin And left me to a bootless inquisition,
A falsehood, in its contrary as great Concluding, “Stay, not yet.
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Pro.
The hour's now come, A confidence sans bound. He being thus loaded, The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Not only with what my revenue yielded, Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember But what my power might else exact,- like one, A time before we came unto this cell ? [Sits down. Who having to untruth, by telling of it, I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie,-he did believe
He was indeed the duke ; out o' the substitution,
With all prerogative :-hence his ambition Hath kept with thy remembrance.
Growing, -Dost thou hear? Mira.
'Tis far off;
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. And rather like a dream, than an assurance
Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd, That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Four or five women once, that tended me?
Absolute Milan. Me, poor man!—my library Pro. Thou hadst, and more,
Miranda. But how is it, Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else He thinks me now incapable; confederates In the dark backward and abysm of time?
(So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam’st here, To give him annual tribute, do him homage, How thou cam'st here, thou may’st.
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend Mira.
But that I do not. The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan !) Pro. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, To most ignoble stooping. Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
O the heavens ! A prince of power.
Pro. Mark his condition, and th’event; then tell me, If this might be a brother.
For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
For raising this sea-storm?
Know thus far forth.Good wombs have borne bad sons.
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now the condition. Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore ; and by my prescience
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, - If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions. Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan,
Thou art inclin’d to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, With all the honours, on my brother: whereon, And give it way :- I know thou canst not choose. A treacherous army levied, one midnight,
[MIRANDA sleeps. Fated to the practise, did Antonio open
Come away, servant, come! I am ready now.
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 Will cry it o'er again : it is a hint,
On the curl'd clouds: to thy strong bidding task That wrings mine eyes to 't.
Ariel, and all his quality.
Hast thou, spirit, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Which now's upon 's; without the which this story Ari. To
article. Were most impertinent.
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Wherefore did they not Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide,
Well demanded, wench : And burn in many places; on the topmast,
O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
And sight-outrunning 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 to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
Yea, his dread 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 cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
Would not infect his reason? To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
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,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, Thou wast, that did preserve me. Thou didst smile, With hair up-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; which rais'd in me
Why, that's my spirit! An undergoing stomach, to bear up
But was not this nigh shore ? Against what should ensue.
Close by, my master.
How came we ashore ? Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Not a hair perish'd ; 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'st me, Out of his charity, (who being then appointed In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle. Master 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 angle of the isle, and sitting, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
His arms in this sad knot. From my own library, with volumes that
Of the king's ship
The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd,
Would I might
And all the rest o' the fleet? But ever see that man !
Safely in harbour Pro. Now I arise :- [Puts on his robe again. Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Thou call’dst me up at midnight to fetch dew Here in this island we arriv’d; and here
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid : Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit The mariners all under hatches stow'd; Than other princes can, that have more time
Whom, with a charm joined to their suffer'd labour, For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet
And all upon the Mediterranean float,
Bound sadly home for Naples,
The pine, and let thee out. Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Ari.
I thank thee, master. And his great person perish.
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, Pro.
Ariel, thy charge And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Exactly is perform’d; but there's more work. Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. What is the time o' the day?
Pardon, master: Ari.
Past the mid season. I will be correspondent to command,
Do so, and after two days Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, I will discharge thee. Let me remember thee what thou hast promis’d,
That's my noble master! Which is not yet perform'd me.
What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Pro.
How now! moody? Pro. Go, make thyself a like nymph o' the sea: be What is 't thou canst demand?
To no sight but thine and mine; invisible Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
To every eyeball, else. Go, take this shape, Ari.
I prithee And hither come in't: go; hence, with diligence. Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
[Exit Ariel. Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv'd Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Without or grudge, or grumblings. Thou didst promise Awake! To bate me a full year.
Mira. The strangeness of your story put [Waking. Pro. Dost thou forget
Heaviness in me. From what a torment I did free thee?
Shake it off. Come on: Ari.
We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
'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'th' earth,
But, as 'tis, When it is bak'd with frost.
We cannot miss him : he does make our fire, Ari.
I do not, sir.
Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices
Cal. (Within.] There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say: there's other business for thee. Pro.
Thou hast. Where was she born? Come, thou tortoise! when? speak; tell me.
Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph. Ari. Sir, in Argier.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Pro. O! was she so? I must,
Hark in thine ear. Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Which thou forget'st. This damn’d witch, Sycorax, Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth ! To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Enter Caliban. Thou know'st, was banish’d: for one thing she did, Cal. As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd They would not take her life. Is not this true ? With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Åri. Ay, sir.
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, Pro. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with 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 havecramps, 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 pinch'd Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging By help of her more potent ministers,
Than bees that made 'em. And in her most unmitigable rage,
I must eat my dinner. Into a cloven pine; within which rift
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st here first, A dozen years; within which space she died, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st 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 a son that she did litter here,
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile. Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,
Cursed be I that did so ! - All the charms Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you; What torment I did find thee in : thy groans
For I am 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 To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
The rest o'th' island. Could not again undo: it was mine art,
Thou most lying slave, When I arriv'd and heard thee, that made gape Whom stripes may move, not kindness, I have us'd thee,