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Miranda, daughter to Prospero.
Ariel, an airy spirit.
Other spirits attending on Prospero.
Scene, the sea, with a ship; afterwards an uninMaster of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
fate, to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny
our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he SCENE I.-On a ship at sea. A storm, with be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. thunder and lightning. Enter a Ship-master
[Exeunl. and a Boatswain.
Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, BOATSWAIN,
lower; bring her to try with main course.' [A cry
within.) A plague upon this howling! they are Boats. Here, master : what cheer?
louder than the weather, or our office.Mast. Good: speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely,' or we run ourselves aground : bestir, Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. bestir.
Yet again ? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, Enter Mariners.
and drown ? Have you a mind to sink?
Seb. A pox o’ your throat! you bawling, blasBoats. Heigh, my hearts ; cheerly, cheerly, my phemous, uncharitable dog! hearts; yare, yare: take in the top-sail: tend to Boats. Work you, then. the master's whistle.-Blow, till thou burst thy Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent wind, if room enough!
noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than
thou art. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though Gonzalo, and others.
the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as
leaky as an unstaunched; wench. Alon. Good boatswain, have a care. Where's
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two the master ? Play the men.
courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, boastwain ?
Enter Mariners, wet. Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour! keep your cabins : you do assist the storm. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost ! Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
[Exeunt. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care Boats. What, must our mouths be cold ? these roarers for the name of king? To cabin : Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us silence: trouble us not.
assist them, Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast For our case is as theirs. aboard.
Seb. I am out of patience. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You Ant. We are merelya chéated of our lives by are a counsellor ; if you can command these ele
drunkards.ments to silence, and work the peace of the present,2 This wide-chapped rascal; Would, thou might'st we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. lie drowning, If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, The washing of ten tides ! and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis- Gon.
He'll be hanged yet; chance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good Though every drop of water swear against it, hearts.-Out of our way, I say.
(Exit. And gape at wid'st to glut him. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow : me- (A confused noise within.] Mercy on us !-We thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children ! complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Farewell, brother !-We split, we split, we split. (1) Readily. (2) Present instant.
(3) Incontinent. (4) Absolutely.
Ant. Let's all sink with the king. (Exit. In the dark backward and abysmø of time?
(Exit. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of How thou cam'st here, thou may'st. sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown Mira.
But that I do not. furze, any thing: the wills above be done! but I Pro. Twelve years since, would fain die a dry death.
(Exit. Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was
The duke of Milan, and a prince of power. SCENE II. The island: before the cell of Pros- Mira. Sir, are not you my father. pero. Enter Prospero and Miranda. Pro. Thy'mother was a piece of virtue, and
She said-thou wast my daughter; and thy father Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Was duke of Milan; and his only' heir Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
A 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 cheek, 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, Pro.
Both, both, my girl : Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her,
By soul 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.
0, my heart bleeds Had I been any god of power, I would
To think o' the tecn* that I have turn'd you to, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er'
Which is from my remembrance! Please you further. It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call’d Antonio,--The freighting souls within her. Pro.
Be collected ;
pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should
Be so perfidious !-hé whom, next thyself,
The manage of my state; as, at that time,
Through aŭ 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, (of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who Without a parallel; those being all my study, Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
The government I cast upon my brother, Of whence I am; nor that I am more better
And to my state grew stranger, being transported, Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleAnd thy no greater father.
Dost thou attend me?
Sir, most heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Pro.
'Tis time I should inform thce further. Lend thy band,
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom
To trashfor over-topping ; new created And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; The crcatures that were mine; I say or chang'd [Lays down his mantle.
them, Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have or else new form'd them: having both the key comfort.
of officer and office, set all hearts 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 my princely trunk, I have with such provision in mine art
And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st So safely order'd, that there is no soul
not: No, not so much perdition as a hair,
I pray thee, mark me. Betid to any creature in the vessel
O good sir, I do. Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate Sit down ;
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind For thou must now know further.
With that, which, but by being so retir'd, Mira.
You have often
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my salse brother, Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd Awak'd an evil nature : and my trust, And left me to a bootless inquisition ;
Like a good parent, did beget of him Concluding, Slay, not yet. -—
A falschood, in its contrary as great Pro,
The hour's now come; As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
A confidence sans6 bound. He being thus lorded, Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember
Not only with what my revenue yielded. A time before we came unto this cell?
But what my power might else exact, -- like one, & do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Dut? three years old.
Made such a sinner of his memory,
Certainly, sir, I can. To credit his own lie,-he did believe
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition Mira.
'Tis far off; Growing,-Dost hear ? And rather like a dream than an assurance
Mira, Your tale, sir, would cure dealness, That my remembrance warrants : had I not Pro. To have no screen between this part be Four or five women once, that tended me?
play'd, Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda : but how And him he play'd it for, he needs will be is it,
Absolute Milan: me, poor man!--my library That this lives in thy mind? What secst thou else
(1) Before. (2) Quite. (3) Abyss. (4) Sorrow. (5) Cut away. (6) Withont.
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties From my own library, with volumes that
"Would I might To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
But ever see that man! Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
Now I arise : The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan!) Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. To most ignoble stooping.
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here Mira.
O the heavens ! Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. If this might be a brother.
Mira. Heavens thank you fort! And now, I Mira.
I should sin
pray you, sir, To think but nobly of my grandmother:
(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason Good wombs have born bad sons.
For raising this sea-storm?
Know thus far forth. This king of Naples, being an enemy
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Which was, that he in lieu? o' the premises, Brought to this shore: and by my prescience Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,- I find my zenith doth depend upon Should presently extirpate me and mine A most auspicious star; whose influence Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes With all the honours, on my brother: whereon, Will ever after droop.--Here cease more questions; A treacherous army levied, one midnight Thou art inclin'd to sleep ; 'tis a good dulness, Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
And give it way ;-I know thou canst not choose.--The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
[Miranda sleeps. The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Me, and thy crying self.
Approach, my Ariel; come. Mira.
Alack, for pity!
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I Pro,
Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business
To answer thy best pleasure; be’t to fly, Which now's upon us ; without the
which, this story To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride Were most impertinent.
On the curld clouds; to thy strong bidding, task Mira. Wherefore did they not Ariel, and all his quality.
Pró. That hour destroy us?
Hast thou, spirit, Pro. Well demanded, wench;
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst 1 boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Ari. To every article.
I not;, (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, A mark so bloody on the business; but
I fam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly; Bore us some leagues to sea ; where they prepara Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the preA rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd,
O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Instinctively, had quit it: there they hoist us,
And sight-outrunning were not: the fire, and cracks To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble; Did us but loving wrong.
Yea, his dread trident shake.
My brave spirit ! Was I then to you!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil'
Would not insect' his reason ?
O! a cherubim
Not a soul Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'do the sea with drops full salt; Some tricks of desperation: all, but mariners, Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
Plung’d in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, An underging stomach, to bear up Against what should ensue.
With hair upstaring (then like reeds, not hair,) Mira.
How came we ashore ? And all the devils are here.
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, Pro. By Providence divine.
Pro. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
Why, that's my spirit ! A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
But was not this nigh shore ?
Ari. Out of his charity (who being then appointed
Close by, my master. Master of this design,) did give us, with
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari. Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Not a hair perish'd ; Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle- But fresher than before : and, as thou baďst me,
On their sustaining garments not a blemish, ness, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
In troops I have dispers’d them 'bout the isle:
The king's son have I landed by himself; (1) Thirsty. (2) Consideration. (3) Suggestion. 14) Sprinkled. (5) Stubborn resolution. (6) The minutest article. (7) Bustle, tumult.