Caliban, a savage and deformed Slave.

Trinculo, a Jester.

Stephano, a drunken Butler.

Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.

Miranda, Daughter to Prospero.

Ariel, an airy Spirit.

Iris,

Ceres,

Juno,

Nymphs,

Reapers,

Spirits.

Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.

Boats. I pray now, keep below.

Ant. Where is the master, boatswain?

Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour!

keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.

Gon. Nay, good, be patient.

Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence: trouble us not.

Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. -Cheerly, good hearts. Out of our way, I say.

[Exit.

Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow me thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.

[Exeunt,

Re-enter Boatswain.

Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course. [A Cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.

Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog! Boats. Work you, then.

Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky

as an unstanched wench.

Enter Prospero and Miranda.

Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd

With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd. Had I been any god of power, I would

Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er

It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
The freighting souls within her.

Pro.

Be collected;

No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, There's no harm done.

By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence;

But blessedly holp hither.

Mira.

O, my heart bleeds To think o'the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you further. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio, I pray thee, mark me, that a brother should Be so perfidious!-he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put The manage of my state; as, at that time, Through all the signiories it was the first, And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed

Without a parallel;

those being all my study,

The government I cast upon my brother,
And to my state grew stranger, being transported,
And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-
Dost thou attend me ?

Mira.

Sir, most heedfully.

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them whom to advance, and whom To trash for over-topping; new created

[them,

The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd Or else new form'd them having both the key

Of officer and office, set all hearts

To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,

And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not:
I pray thee, mark me.

Mira.

O good sir, I do.

Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
To closeness and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being so retir'd,
O'erpriz'd all popular rate, in my false brother,
Awak'd an evil nature and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood, in its contrary as great

As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact, like one,
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie, he did believe
He was the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative: -Hence his ambition
Growing, Dost hear?

Mira.

Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he And him he play'd it for, he needs will be [play'd, Absolute Milan me, poor man! my library Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable confederates (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend

The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan !)

To most ignoble stooping.

Mira.

O the heavens!

and the event; then tell [me,

I should sin

This king of Naples, being an enemy

To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Which was, that he in lieu o'the premises,-
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, -

Should presently extirpate me and mine

Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,

With all the honours, on my brother whereon

A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open

The gates of Milan; and i'the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.

My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not;
(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but

With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;

Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,

Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.

Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.

Here in this island we arriv'd; and here

Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit

Than other princes can, that have more time

For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. [you, sir, Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray (For still 'tis beating in my mind), your reason

For raising this sea-storm?

Pro.

Know thus far forth.

By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies

Brought to this shore and by my prescience

I find my zenith doth depend upon

A most auspicious star; whose influence

If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes

Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions; Thou art inelin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,

And give it way;-I know thou canst not choose.[Miranda sleeps.

Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;
Approach, my Ariel; come.

Hast thou, spirit,

Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
Ari. To every article.
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
'The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly;
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precursors precursor
O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight outrunning were not: the fire, and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble;
Yea, his dread trident shake.

Pro.

My brave spirit!

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Would not infect his reason?

Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stowed;
Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep and for the rest o'the fleet,
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

Bound sadly home for Naples
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great person perish.

Pro.

Ariel, thy charge

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: What is the time o'the day?

Ari.

Past the mid season.

Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and [now,

Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me
pains,

Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro.

What is't thou canst demand? Ari.

How now? moody?

My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Ari.

I pray thee

Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst pro-
To bate me a full year.
Pro.

Dost thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee? Ari.

Pro. Thou dost; and think'st

No.

It much to tread the ooze of the salt deep; To run upon the sharp wind of the north; To do me business in the veins o'the earth, When it is bak'd with frost.

Ari.

I do not, sir.

[mise

Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Syeorax, who, with age and envy,

Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
Ari. No, sir.

Pro. Thou hast Ari. Sit, in Argier. Pro.

[tell me.

where was she born? speak;

O, was she so? I must,

Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,

Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did,
They would not take her life. Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, sir.

[child,

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, As thou report'st thyelf, wast then her servant: And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain
A dozen years; within which space she died,
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans,
As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island
(Save for the son that she did litter here,

A freckled whelp, hag-born), not honour'd with
A human shape.
Ari.

Thou earth, thou! speak.

Fer. Where should this music be? i'the air, or the

Re-enter Ariel, like a Water-Nymph.

Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.

Ari.

[thee;

[Exit.

My lord, it shall be done. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himUpon thy wicked dam, come forth!

Enter Caliban.

[self

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have Side-stitches, that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee thou shalt be pinch'd

As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them.

Cal.

I must eat my dinner.

This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,

Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first,
Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; wouldst
Water with berries in't; and teach me how [give me
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd
And shew'd thee all the qualities o'the isle,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile;
Cursed be I that did so! All the charms

Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,

thee,

Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island.

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 fury, and my passion, With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather:-But 'tis gone. No, it begins again.

Ariel sings.

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth jade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell.

[Burden, ding-dong.

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father:This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes:-I hear it now above me.

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,

And say, what thou seest yond'.

Mira.

What is't? a spirit?

[senses

Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form:-But 'tis a spirit.
Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such
As we have, such: this gallant which thou seest
Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call
A goodly person he hath lost his fellows,

And strays about to find them.
Mira.

I might call him

A thing divine for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.
Pro.

[him

It goes on, [Aside. As my soul prompts it:--Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free Within two days for this.

Fer.

[thee

Most sure, the goddess

On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe my prayer
Ma know if you remain upon this island
And that you will some good instruction give,

How I may bear me here: my prime request,

Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!

If you be made, or no?

Mira.

But, certainly a maid.

Fer.

No wonder, sir;

My language! heavens!-

I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Pro.

How! the best?

Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of And his brave son, being twain. [Milan, Pro. The duke of Milan,

And his more braver daughter, could control thee, If now 'twere fit to do't.-At the first sight [Aside. They have chang'd eyes:-Delicate Ariel,

I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good sir;

I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This

Is the third man that e'er I saw; the tirst
That e'er I sigh'd for pity move my father
To be inclin'd my way!