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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. Alonso, King of Naples.
Stephano, a drunken Butler. Sebastian, his Brother.
Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
Miranda, Daughter to Prospero.
Ariel, an airy Spirit.
Iris, Gonzalo, an honest old Counsellor of Naples.
Other Spirits aitenling on Prospero.
Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare ; lower,
lower ; bring her to try with main course. (A Cry A Storm, with Thunder and Lightning. within.) A plague upon this howling ! they are louder Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain.
than the weather, or our office. Mast. BOATSWAIN,
Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. Boats. Here, master : what cheer?
Yet again! what do you here ? Shall we give o'er, Mast. Good : speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, and drown! Have you a mind to sink? or we run ourselves aground : bestir, bestir. (Exit. Seb. A pox o' your throat ! you bawling, blasphemEnter Mariners.
ous, incharitable dog!
Boats. Work you, then. Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my Ant. Hang, car, hang! you whoreson, insolent hearts ! yare, yare : take in the topsail : tend to the noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than master's whistle.-Blow, till thoa borst thy wind, if thou art. room enough!
Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gon- ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky zalo, and others.
as an unstanched wench.
Enter Mariners, tel. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ?
Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers ! all lost! Do not hear him ? mar labour !
(Exeunt. keep your Cabins a you do bassist the stories
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these for our case is as theirs.
(then, roarers for the name of king ? To cabin : silence : Seb. I am out of patience. trouble us nut.
Ant. We are merely cheated of onr lives by drankGon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
aris. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You This wide-chapped rascal ;-'Would, thou might'st are a counsellor; if you can command these elements
lie drowning, to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will the washing of ten tides ! not hand a rope more ; use your authority. If you Gon.
He'll be hanged yet ; cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make Though every drop of water swear against it, yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the And gape at wid'st to glut him. hour, if it so hap-Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our (A confused Noise within] Mercy on us !--We split, way, I say.
[Esit. we split! Farewell, iny wife and children --FareGon. I have great comfort from this fellow : me- well, brother !-We split, we split, we split.thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, Seb. Let's take leave ot' him.
[Exit. to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our Gon. Now would I give a thonsand furlongs of cable, for our own doth little advantage ! If he be sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown not born to be banged, our case is miserable. furze, any thing; the wills above be done! but I [Exeunt, would fain die a dry death.
SCENE II. The Island : before the Cell of Prospero. In dignity, and, for the liberal aris,
Without a parallel; those being all my study,
The government I cast upon my brother, Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have And to my state grew stranger, being transported, Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleThe sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Dost thou attend me? But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
Sir, most heedfully. Dashes the fire out. 0, I have suffer'd
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, To trash for over-topping ; new created [them, Dash'd all to pieces. 0, the cry did knock
The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'a Against my very heart! Poor souls ! they perish'd. Or else new form'd them: having both the key Had I been any god of power, I would
of officer and ottice, set all hearts Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, The freighting souls within her.
And suck'd my verdure out on't.--Thou attend'st not: Pro.
Be collected; I pray thee, mark me. No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
O good sir, I do. There's no harm done.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate Mira. O, woe the day!
To closeness and the bettering of my mind Pro.
No harm. With that, which, but by being so retir'd, I have done nothing but in care of thee,
O'erpriz'd all popular rate, in my false brother, (of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!), who
Awak'd an evil nature : and my trust, Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Like a good parent, did beget of him Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better
A falsehood, in its contrary as great Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
As my trust was ; which had, indeed, no limit, And thy no greater father.
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Mira. More to know
Not only with what my revenge yielded, Did never meddle with my thoughts.
But what my power might else exact,--like one, Pro.
'Tis time Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, Made such a sinner of his memory, And pluck my magic garment from me.--So; To credit his own lie,-he did believe
[Lays down kis Mantle. He was the duke ; out of the substitution, Lie there, my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes ; have com- and executing the outward face of royalty, fort.
With all prerogative : --Hence his ambition
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. I have with such provision in mine art
Pro. To have no screen between this part he So safely order'd, that there is no sool
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be play'd, No, not so much perdition as an hair,
Absolute Milan me, poor man! my library Betid to any creature in the vessel
Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties Which thou heard 'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit He thinks me now incapable : confederates For thou must now know further.
[down ;(So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, Mira.
You have often To give him annual tribute, do bim homage ; Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend And left me to a bootless inquisition ;
The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan !) Concluding, Stay, not yet..
To most ignoble stooping.
O the heavens!
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember if this might be a brother.
(me, A time before we came unto this cell?
I should sin
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Now the condition. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? This king of Naples, being an enemy of any thing the image tell me, that
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Hath kept with thy remembrance.
Which was, that he in lieu o'íhe premises, Mira.
"ris far off ; Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,And rather like a dream than an assurance
Should presently extirpate me and mine That my remembrance warrants : had I not
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, Four or five women once, that tended me?
With all the honours, on my brother: whereon Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda : but how is it, A treacherous army levied, one midnight That this lives in thy mind! What seest thoa else Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open In the dark backward and abysm time!
The gates of Milan; and i'the dead of darkness, If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, The ministers for the purpose hurried thence How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.
Me, and thy crying self.
Alack, for pity!
That wrings mine eyes.
Hear a little further,
Were most impertinent. A princess ;--no worse issued.
Wherefore did they not Mira.
o, the heavens That hour destroy us? What foul play had we, that we came froin theuce! Pro.
Well demanded, wench; Or blessed was't we did ?
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not; Pro.
Both, both, my girl : (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
0, my heart bleeds In few, they hurried us aboard a bark; To think o'the teen that I have turn'd you to, Bore us some leagues to sea ; where they prepar'd Which is from my remembrance ! Please you further. A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call's Antonio,-- Nor tackle, sail, vor mast; the very rats
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, The manage of my state ; as, at that time,
Did us but loving wrong. Through all the signiories it was the first,
Alack! what trouble And Prospero the prime duke ; being so reputed Was I then to you!
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, From the still-ver'd Bermoothes, there she's hid : Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
The mariners all under hatches stowed ; When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, Under my burden groan'd, which rais'd in me I have left asleep: and for the rest o'the fleet, An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again ; Against what should ensue.
And are upon the Mediterranean flote, Mira.
How came we ashore ? Bound sadly home for Naples Pro. By Providence divine.
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck's, Some food we had, and some fresh water, that And his great person perish. A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Ariel, thy charge Out of his charity (who being then appointed Exactly is perform'd ; but there's more work: Master of this design) did give us ; with
What is the time o'the day! Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Past the mid season. Which since have steaded much ; so, of his gentle- Pro. At least two glasses : the time 'twixt six and Knowing I lov'd my books, he fornish'd me, (ness, Must by us both be spent most preciously. [now, From my own library, with volumes that
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me I prize above my dukedom.
'Would I might Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, But ever see that man !
Which is not yet perform'd me.
How now ? moody? Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
What is't thou canst demand ? Here in this island we arriv'd ; and here
My liberty. Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit Pro. Before the time be out ? no more. Than other princes can, that have more time
I pray thee For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. (you, sir, Remember, I have done thee worthy service
Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serva (For still 'tis beating in my mind), your reason Without or grudge, or grumblings : thon didst proFor raising this sea-storm!
To bate me a full year.
[mise Pro. Know thus far forth. Pro.
Dost thou forget By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
From what a torment I did free thee? Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Ari. Brought to this shore : and by my prescience
Pro. Thou dost; and think'st I find my zenith doth depend upon
It much to tread the ooze of the salt deep ; A most auspicions star ; whose influence
To run upon the sharp wind of the north ; If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
To do me business in the veins o'the earth, Will ever after droop:-Here cease more questions ;
When it is bak'd with frost. Thou art inclin'd to sleep ; 'tis a good dulness,
I do not, sir. And give it way ;-I know thou canst not choose.- Pro. Thoa liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
[ Miranda sleeps. The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;
grown into a hoop! hast thou forgot her! Approach, my Ariel; come.
Ari. No, sir.
[tell zne. Pro. Thou hast : where was she born! speak; Enter Ariel.
Ari. Sir, in Argier. Ari. All hail, great master ! grave sir, hail ! I come Pro.
0, was she so ! I must, To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly,
Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax,
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thoa know'st, was banish'd ; for one thing she did,
Ari. Ay, sir.
(child, I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, I flam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide,
As thou report'st thyelf, wast then her servant : And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly ; To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the precursors Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary By help of her more potent ministers, And sight outrunning were not : the fire, and cracks And in her most unmitigable rage, Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Tuto a cloven pine ; within which rift Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble; Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain Yea, his dread trident shake.
A dozen years; within which space she died, Pro.
My brave spirit ! And left thee there ; where thou didst vent thy groans, Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
As fast as mill-wheels strike: thep was this island Would not infect his reason!
(Save for the son that she did litter here, Ari.
Not a soul
A freckled whelp, hag-born), not honour'd with But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
A human shape. Some tricks of desperation : all, but mariners,
Yes ; Caliban, her son. Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Pro. Dall thing, I say so ; he, that Caliban, Then all a-fire with me : the king's son, Ferdinand, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st With hair up starting (then like reeds, not hair,) What torment I did find thee in : thy groans Was the first inan that leap'd ; cried, Hell is empty, Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts And all the devils are here.
Of ever-angry bears : it was a torinent Pro.
Why, that's my spirit! To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax But was not this nigh shore !
Could not again undo; it was mine art, Ari.
Close by, my master.
When I arriv'd and heard thee, that made gape Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe!
The pine, and let thee out.
Not a hair perish'd
I thank thee, master. On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, But fresher than before : and, as thou bad'st me, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle : Thou hast howI'd away twelve winters. The king's son have I landed by himself;
Pardon, master: Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
I will be correspondent to command, In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
And do my spiriting gently. His arms in this sad knot.
Do so; and after two days Pro.
of the king's ship, I will discharge thee. The mariners, say, how thou hast disposid,
That's my noble master! And all the rest o'the fleet!
What shall I do! say what: what shall I do! Ari.
Safely in harbour Pro. Go, make thyself like to a nymph o'the sea ; Is the king's ship ; in the deep nook, where once Be subject to no sight but mine ; invisible
To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing · FerAnd hither come in't: bence, with diligence.
dinand following him.
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands :
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,
(The wild waves whist) Pro. Shake it off : come on ; We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Foot it featly here and there; Yields us kind answer.
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Hark, hark !
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.
[ Dispersedly. Pro. But, as 'tis,
The watch-dogs bar..
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. We cannot miss him : he does make our fire,
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticlere,
Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within.
Fer. Where should this music be! i'the air, or the Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for It sounds no more :--and sure, it waits upon earth Come forth, thou tortoise ! when ?
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This music crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fory, and my passion, Hark in thine ear.
With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it,
My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Or it bath drawn me rather :- But 'tis gone.
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes; With raven's feather from anwholesome fen,
Nothing of him that doth jade, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,
suffer a sea-change And blister you all o'er !
Into something rich and strange. Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Side-stitches, that shall pen thy breath ap; urchins
Hark? now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
[Burcler, ding-dong. All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd
Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father:-As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging
This is no mortal business, nor no sound Than bees that inade them.
That the earth owes I hear it now above me. Cal.
I must eat my dinner. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
And say, what thou seest yond'. Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, Mira.
What is't ? a spirit! Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; wouldst Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, Water with berries in't ; and teach me how (give me It carries a brave form :- But 'tis a spirit. (senses To name the bigger light, and how the less,
Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, As we bave, such : this gallant which thou seest And shew'd 'thee all the qualities o'the isle,
Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call Cursed be i that did so 1--All the charms
A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows, [hiin of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you ! And strays about to find them. For I am all the subjects that you have,
I might call him Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me A thing divine : for nothing natural In this hard rock, while you do keep from me
I ever saw so noble.
[ Aside Pro.
Thou most lying slave, (thee, As my soul prompts it :--Spirit, fine spirit ! i'll free Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I have as'd Within two days for this.
[thee Filth as thou art, with human care ; and lodg'd thee
Most sure, the goddess In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
On whom these airs attend !--Vouchsafe my prayer The honour of my child.
Me know if you remain upon this island
How I may bear me here : my prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wouder! Pro. Abhorred slave;
If you be made, or no? Which any print of goodness will not take,
No wonder, sir; Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
But, certainly a maid. Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee cach hour Fer.
My language ! heavens ! One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, I am the best of them that speak this speech, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like Were I but where 'tis spoken. A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
How ! the best! With words that made them known : But thy vilerace, What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee! Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders natures
To hear thee speak of Naples : he does hear me; Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou And that he does, I weep: myself am Naples ; Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.
The king my father wreck'd. Cal. You taught me language ; and my profit on't Mira.
Alack, for merey ! Is, I know how to curse : the red plague rid you, Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of For learning me your language !
And his brave son, being twain.
Hag-seed, hence !
The duke of Milan,
They have chang'd eyes :--Delicate Ariel, What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps ; I'll set thee free for this !-A word, good sir ; Fill all thy bones with aches: make thee row, I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently! This Cal.
No, pray thee!- Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first
To be inclin'd my way!
O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you [Exit Caliban. The queen of Naples.