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SCENE I. — On a Ship at Sea. A storm, with elements to silence, and work the peace of the thunder and lightning.
present, we will not band a rope more; use your
authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain.
lived so long, and make yourself ready in your Master. Boatswain,
cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Boats. Here, master : what cheer?
Cheerly, good hearts. — Out of our way, I say. Master. Good : Speak to the mariners: fall
[Erit. to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground; bestir, | Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow : bestir.
[Exit. methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him;
his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, Enter Mariners.
good fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my destiny our cable, for our own doth little advanhearts; yare, yare : Take in the topsail; ”Tend to tage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case the master's whistle. — Blow till thou burst thy is miserable.
[Exeunt. wind, if room enough!
Re-enter Boatswain. Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDI
Boats. Down with the topmast; yare; lower, NAND, GONZALO, and others.
lower ; bring her to try with main-course. [A cry Alon. Good Boatswain, have care. Where's within.] A plague upon this howling! They are the master ? Play the men.
louder than the weather, or our office. — Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, Boatswain ?
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labor; keep your cabins : you do assist the storm. Yet again ? what do you here? Shall we give Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink ? Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care Seb. A pox o'your throat ! you bawling, blasthese roarers for the name of king? To cabin : phemous, incharitable dog! silence : trouble us not.
Boats. Work you, then. Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast Ant. Hang, cur, hang ! you whoreson, insolent aboard.
noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than Boats. None that I more love than myself. thou art. You are a counselor; if you can command these Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as Against my very heart ! Poor souls ! they perleaky as an unstanched wench.
ished, Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold: set her two Had I been any god of power, I would courses; off to sea again, lay her off.
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere
It should the good ship so have swallowed, and Enter Mariners, wet.
The freighting souls within her. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers ! all lost! Pro. Be collected;
[Eceunt. No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, Boats. What, must our mouths be cold ? There's no harm done. Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us Mira. O, woe the day! assist them,
No harm. For our case is as theirs.
I have done nothing but in care of thee, Seb. I am out of patience.
(Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter !) who Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing drunkards. —
Of whence I am; nor that I am more better This wide-chapped rascal; — 'Would, thou mightst Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, lie drowning,
And thy no greater father. The washing of ten tides !
Mira. More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, [A confused noise within.] — Mercy on us! we And pluck my magic garment from me.- So; split, we split!— Farewell, my wife and children !
[Lays down his mantle. Farewell, brother ! — We split, we split, we Lie there, my art, — Wipe thou thine eyes; have split !
comfort. Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touched Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Exit. The very virtue of compassion in thee,
Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of I have with such provision in mine art sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, So safely ordered, that there is no soul — brown furze, any thing : The wills above be done! No, not so much perdition as an hair, but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit. Betid to any creature in the vessel
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st siuk.
For thou must now know further. SCENE II. - The Island; before the Cell of Mira. You have often PROSPERO.
Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopped,
And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Concluding, “Stay, not yet.”—
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking A time before we came unto this cell? pitch,
I do not think thou canst; for thien thou wast not But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Out three years old. Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
Mira. Certainly, sir, I can. With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Pro. By what? by any other house, or person ? Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, or any thing the image tell me, that Dashed all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Hath kept with thy remembrance.
Mira. 'Tis far off;
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, And rather like a dream than an assurance How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom That my remembrance warrants : Had I not To trash for over-topping; new created Four or five women once, that tended me? The creatures that were mine; I say, or changed Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda : But
them, how is it,
Or else new formed them: having both the key That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou of officer and office, set all hearts i' th' state else
To-what tune pleased his ear; and now he was In the dark backward and abysm of time? The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam’st here, And sucked my verdure out on’t.-Thou attend'st How thou cam’st here, thou mayst.
not. Mira. But that I do not.
Mira. 0, good sir, I do. Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years Pro. I pray thee, mark me. since,
I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind A prince of power.
With that, which, but by being so retired, Mira. Sir, are not you my father? O’erprized all popular rate, in my false brother
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Awaked an evil nature: and my trust, She said — thou wast my daughter; and thy Like a good parent, did beget of him father
A falsehood, in its contrary as great Was Duke of Milan; and his only heir
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, A princess; no worse issued.
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Mira. O, the heavens!
Not only with what my revenue yielded, What foul play had we, that we came from thence? But what my power might else exact. — like one, Or blesséd was 't we did ?
Who, having, unto truth, by telling of it, Pro. Both, both, my girl;
Made such a sinner of his memory, By foul play, as thou say’st, were we heaved To credit his own lie, — he did believe thence;
He was indeed the duke; out of the substitution, Bat blessedly holp hither.
And executing the outward face of royalty. Mira. O, my heart bleeds
With all prerogative:– Hence his ambition To think o' the teen that I have turned you to,
growing, — Which is from my remembrance ! Please you, Dost thou hear? further.
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, called Anto Pro. To have no screen between this part he nio, –
played, I pray thee, mark me, — that a brother should And him he played it for, he needs will be Be so perfidious ! — he whom, next thyself, Absolute Milan : Me, poor man ! — my library Of all the world I loved, and to him put Was dukedom large enough : of temporal royalties The manage of my state; as, at that time, He thinks me now incapable : confederates Through all the signiories it was the first, |(So dry he was for sway) with the King of Naples, And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed To give him annual tribute, do him homage ; In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,
Subject his coronet to the crown, and bend Without a parallel : those being all my study, The dukedom, yet unbowed, (alas, poor Milan !) The government I cast upon my brother, To most ignoble stooping. And to my state grew stranger, being transported, Mira. O, the heavens ! And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle - Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Dost thou attend me?
tell me, Mira. Sir, most heedfully.
If this might be a brother.
Mira. I should sin
Under my burden groaned; which raised in me To think but nobly of my grandmother:
An undergoing stomach, to bear up Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Against what should ensue. Pro. Now the condition.
Mira. How came we ashore ? This King of Naples, being an enemy
Pro. By Providence divine. To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Which was, that be in lieu o' the premises, — A noble Neopolitan, Gonzalo, Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, - Out of his charity (who being then appointed Should presently extirpate me and mine Master of this design), did give us; with Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, With all the honors, on my brother : Whereon Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleA treacherous army levied, one midnight
ness, Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me, The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, From my own library, with volumes that The ministers for the purpose hurried thence I prize above my dukedom. Me, and thy crying self.
Mira. 'Would I might Mira. Alack, for pity !
But ever see that man ! I, not remembering how I cried out then,
Pro. Now I arise :Will cry it o'er again : it is a hint
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. That wrings mine eyes to 't.
Here in this island we arrived; and here Pro. Hear a little further,
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit And then I'll bring thee to the present business Than other princes can, that have more time Which now's upon us; without the which, this For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. story
Mira. Heavens thank you for 't! And now, Were most impertinent.
I pray you, sir, Mira. Wherefore did they not,
(For still 't is beating in my mind,) your reason That hour, destroy us?
For raising this sea-storm? Pro. Well demanded, wench;
Pro. Know thus far forth.My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, not;
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies (So dear the love my people bore me ;) nor set Brought to this shore: and by my prescience A mark so bloody on the business; but
I find my zenith doth depend upon
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
tions; Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Thou art inclined to sleep; 't is a good dullness, Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, And give it way; — I know thou canst not choose. To cry to the sea that roared to us; to sigh
[MIRANDA sleeps. To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Did us but loving wrong.
Approach, my Ariel; come.
I come Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
To answer thy best pleasure; be’t to fly, When I have decked the sea with drops full salt; To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride