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Boats. Work you, then.

Lie there my art. — Wipe thou thine eyes; have Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you wboreson, insolent

comfort. noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than | The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd thou art.

The very viriue of compassion in thee, Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning ; though the I have with such provision in mine art ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky So safely order'd, that there is no soulas an unstanched wench.

No, not so much perdition as an hair, Boats. Lay hera-hold, a-hold: set her two Betid to any creature in the vessel courses off; to sea again, lay her off.

Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink

Sit down ;
Enter Mariners wet.

For thou must now know further.
Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost ! Mira.

You have (iften (Exeunt. Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?

And left me to a bootless inquisition; Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us as- Concluding, Stay, not yet. sist them,


The hour's now conie ; For our case is as theirs.

The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Seb. I am out of patience.

Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remember Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by A time before we came unto this cell? drunkards.

I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast not This wide-chapped rascal ; - 'Would, thou might'st Out three years old. lie drowning,


Certainly, sir, I can. The washing of ten tides !

Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Gon. He'll be hanged yet ;

Of any thing the image tell me, that Though every drop of water swear against it, Hath kept with thy remembrance. And gape at wid'st to glut him.


'Tis far off ; [A confused noise within.] - Mercy on us! We | And rather like a dream than an assurance split, we split ! Farewell, my wife and children! | That my remembrance warrants: Had I not Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we split! Four or five women once, that tended me?

Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Erit. Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda : But how Seb. Let's take leave of him.


is it, Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of That this lives in thy mind? What see'st thou else sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown In the dark backward and abysm of time? furze, any thing: The wills above be done ! but I If thou remember'st ought, ere thou cam’st here, would fain die a dry death.

[Erit. How thou cam’st here, thou may’st.

But that I do not. SCENE II. The Island: before the Cell of Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years PROSPERO.


Thy father was the duke of Milan, and

A prince of power.
Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Mira.

Sir, are not you my father? Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them :

Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, She said — thou wast my daughter; and thy fathe But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Was duke of Milan; and his only heir Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd

A princess; no worse issued. With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,


0, the heavens ! Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, What foul play had we, that we came from thence Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Or blessed was't, we did ? Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish’d. Pro.

Both, both, my girl; Had I been any god of power, I would

By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence ; Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er

But blessedly holp hither. It should the good ship so have swallowed, and Mira.

0, my heart bleeds The freighting souls within her.

To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you tc, Pro.

Be collected; Which is from my remembrance! Please you, fur. No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,

ther. There's no harm done.

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call’d Antonio,Mira. O, woe the day!

pray thee, mark me, - that a brother should Pro.

No harm. Be so perfidious!- he whom, next thyself, I have done nothing but in care of thee,

Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter !) who The manage of my state; as, at that ume, Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Through all the signiories it was the first, Of whence I am; nor that I am more better And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,

In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, And thy no greater father.

Without a parallel : those being all my study, Mira.

More to know The government I cast upon my brother, Did never meddle with my thoughts.

And to my state grew stranger, being transported, Pro.

'Tis time And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, Dost thou attend me? And pluck my magic garment from me. - So; Mira.

Sir, most heedfully. (Lays down his mantle. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits,

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How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom Mira.

Wherefore did they not
To trash for over-topping; new created

That hour destroy us
The creatures that were mine ; I say, or chang'd Pro.

Well demanded, wench; them,

My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst Or else new form'd them ; having both the key

not ; Of officer and office, set all hearts

(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was A mark so bloody on the business; but
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,

With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;

Bore us some leagues to sea ; where they prepar'd
I pray thee, mark me.

A rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd,
O good sir, I do.

Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind

To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
With that, which, but by being so retired,

To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Did us but loving wrong.
Awak’d an evil nature : and my trust,


Alack! what trouble
Like a good parent, did beget of him

Was I then to you!
A falsehood, in its contrary as great


0! a cherubim
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile,
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,

When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt;
But what my power might else exact, - like one, Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,

An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Made such a sinner of his memory,

Against what should ensue.
To credit his own lie, - he did believe


How came we ashore ?
He was the duke; out of the substitution,

Pro. By Providence divine.
And executing the outward face of royalty,

Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
With all prerogative : - Hence his ambition A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Growing, — Dost hear?

Out of his charity (who being then appointed
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Master of this design,) did give us; with
Pro. To have no screen between this part he Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,

Which since have steaded níuch ; so, of his gentie.
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be

ness, Absolute Milan : Me, poor man! — my libra Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties From my own library, with volumes that He thinks me now incapable : confederates I prize above my dukedom. (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, Mira.

'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 arrived ; and here

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 for't! And now, I
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 borne bad sons.

For raising this sea-storm?
Now the condition. Pro.

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 can’st 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.
Alack, for pity!

I, not remembʼring how I cry'd out then,
Will cry it o'er again : it is a hint,

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail!
That wrings mine eyes.

Hear a little further, To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
And then I'll bring thee to the present business To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
Which now's upon us ; without the which, this story On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task
Were most impertinent.

Ariel, and all his quality.

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Hast thou, spirit, | Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Perform’d to point the tempest that I bade thee? Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, servid Ari. To every article.

Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,

promise Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,

To bate me a full year. I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide,


Dost thou forget And burn in many places; on the top-mast

From what a torment I did free thee? The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Ari.

No. Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings the precur- Pro. Thou dost; and think'st

It much to tread the ooze of the salt deep; O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary To run upon the sharp wind of the north ; And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and To do me business in the veins o' the earth, cracks

When it is bak'd with frost Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Ari.

I do not, sir. Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou Yea, his dread trident shake.

forgot Pro. My brave spirit ! The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age


envy, Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? Would not infect his reason ?

Ari. No, sir. Ari.

Not a soul


Thou hast : Where was she born? But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd

speak; tell me. Some tricks of desperation : All, but mariners, Ari. Sir, in Argier. Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Pro.

O, was she so? I must, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair,) Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, Was the first man that leap'd ; cried, Hell is empty, For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible And all the devils are here.

To enter human hearing, from Argier, Pro.

Why, that's my spirit! Thou know’st, was banish’d; for one thing she did, But was not this nigh shore

They would not take her life : Is not this true? Ari.

Close by, my master. Ari. Ay, sir. Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with Ari. Not a hair perish'd;

child, On their sustaining garments not a blemish, And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant: In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle: And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate The king's son have I landed by himself;

To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,

Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,

By help of her more potent ministers, His arms in this sad knot.

And in her most unmitigable rage, Pro.

Of the king's ship Into a cloven pine; within which rift The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos’d,

Imprison'd, thou did'st painfully remain And all the rest o' the fleet?

A dozen years; within which space she died, Ari.

Safely in harbour And left thee there; where thou did'st vent the Is the king's ship ; in the deep nook, where once

groans, Thou call’dst me up at midnight to fetch dew As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island, From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid : (Save for the son that she did litter here, The mariners all under hatches stow'd;

A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, | A human shape. I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet,


Yes; Caliban her son. Which I dispers'd, they all have met again ;

Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st Bound sadly home for Naples ;

What torment I did find thee in : thy groans Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts And his great person perish.

Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment Pru.

Ariel, thy charge To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Exactly is perform’d; but there's more work: Could not again undo; it was mine art, What is the time o' the day?

When I arriv’d, and heard thee, that made gapu Ari.

Past the mid season. The pine, and let thee out. Pro. At least two glasses : The time 'twixt six Ari.

I thank thee, master.

Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, Must by us both be spent most preciously.

And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Ari. Is there more toil ? Since thou dost give Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. me pains,


Pardon, master :
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, I will be correspondent to command,
Which is not yet perform'd me.

And do my spriting gently.
How now? moody? Pro.

Do so; and after two days What is't thou can'st demand ?

I will discharge thee. Ari.

My liberty.


That's my noble master! Pro. Before the time be out? no more.

What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Ar.

I pray thee Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o’the sea ;

and now,



Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible

Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour And hither come in't: hence, with diligence. One thing or other: when thou did’st not, savage,

(Erit ARIEL Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well ; A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes Awake!

With words that made them known : But thy vile Mira. The strangeness of your story put

race, Heaviness in me.

Though thou did'st learn, had that in't which good Pro.

Shake it off': Come on; We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never

Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou Yields us kind answer.

Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir,

Who had’st deserv'd more than a prison. I do not love to look on.

Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Pro. But, as ’tis,

Is, I know how to curse : the red plague rid you, We cannot miss him : he does make our fire, For learning me your language ! Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices


Hag-seed, hence! That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban!

Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, Thou earth, thou ! speak.

To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly Pro. Come forth, I say ; there's other business What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; for thee :

Fill all thy bones with aches ; make thee roar Come forth, thou tortoise! when ?

That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

No, pray thee! Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph. I must obey : his art is of such power, [ Aside. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,

It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
Hark in thine ear.

And make a vassal of him.
My lord, it shall be done. (Eril. Pro.

So, slave; hence! Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself

(Erit Caliban. Upon thy wicked dam, come forth

Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing i Enter Caliban.

FERDINAND following him.
Cill. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd

ARIEL's Song
With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,

Come unto these yellow sands,
And blister you all o'er.

And then take hands : Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have

Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd, cramps,

(The wild waves whist,) Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins

Foot it featly here and there ; Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

Hark, hark ! As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. [disperseully. Than bees that made them.

The watch-dogs bark : Cal.

I must eat my dinner. Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. Lulisperseilly. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,

Hark, hark! I hear Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first,

The strain of strutting chanticlere Thou strok’dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. give me

Fer. Where should this musick be? i' the air, or Water with berries in't; and teach me how

the earth ? To name the bigger light, and how the less,

It sounds no more : - - and sure it waits upon That burn by day and night: and then I lov’d thee,

Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,

Weeping again the king my father's wreck, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fer

This musick crept by me upon the waters;

Allaying both their fury, and my passion, Cursed be I that did so!- All the charms

With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you !

Or it hath drawn me rather :-
For i
am all the subjects that you have,

No, it begins again.
Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

Ariel sings.
The rest of the island.

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Thou most lying slave,

Of his bones are coral made ;
Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us’d

Those are pearls that were his eyes : thee, Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee

Nothing of him that doth fade.

But doth suffer a seu-change in mine own cell, till thou did'st seek to violate

Into something rich and strunye
The honour of my child.
Cal. O ho, o ho! - 'would it had been done!

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :

Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong, bell. Thou did'st prevent me; I had peopled else

[Burden, ding-dong This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave;

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd is luich any print of goodness will not take,


But 'tis gone.

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This is no mortal business, nor no sound

Upon this island, as a spy, to win it 'That the earth owes : - I hear it now above me. From me, the lord on't. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance Fer.

No, as I am a man. And say, what thou seest yond'.

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in s ch a Mira. What is't? a spirit?

temple : Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,

If the ill spirit have so fair an house, It carries a brave form : But 'tis a spirit.

Good things will strive to dwell with't. Pro. No, wench ; it eats and sleeps, and hath Pro.

Follow me. -such senses

(To Fera As we have, such : This gallant, which thou seest, Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor. Come. Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd I'll manacle thy neck and feet together : With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be call him

The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows,

Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow. And strays about to find them.

Fer. Mira.

I might call him

I will resist such entertainment, till A thing divine; for nothing natural

Mine enemy has more power.

(He draws I ever saw so noble.


O dear father, Pro. It goes on,

[ Aside. Make not too raslı a trial of him, for As my soul prompts it :- - Spirit, fine spirit! I'll He's gentle, and not fearful. free thee


What, I

say, Within two days for this.

My foot my tutor! Put thy sword up, traitor ; Fer.

Most sure, the goddess Who mak’st a shew, but dar’st not strike, thy cou On whom these airs attend! — Vouchsafe, my prayer

science May know, if you remain upon this island; Is so possess’d with guilt: come from thy ward; And that you will some good instruction give, For I can here disarm thee with this stick, How I may bear me here : My prime request,

And make thy weapon drop. Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! Mira.

Beseech you, father! If you be maid or no?

Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments.
No wonder, sir ;

Sir, have pity, But, certainly a maid.

I'll be his surety.
My language! heavens!


Silence! one word more I am the best of them that speak this speech, Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Were I but where 'tis spoken.

An advocate for an impostor? hush! Pro.

How! the best? Thou think'st there are no mcre such shapes as he, What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Having seen but him and Caliban : Foolish wench!

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To the most of men this is a Caliban,
ro hear thee speak of Naples : He does hear me; And they to him are angels.
Ind, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples ; Mira.

My affections
Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld Are then most humble; I have no ambition
The king my father wreck’d.

To see a goodlier man.
Alack, for mercy! Pro.

Come on; obey: [To Ferd
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his Lords; the duke of Thy nerves are in their infancy again,

And have no vigour in them. and his brave son, being twain.


So they are: Pro.

The duke of Milan, My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. And his more braver daughter, could control thee, My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, If now 'twere fit to do't : · At the first sight (Aside. The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, l'hey have chang'd eyes: - Delicate Ariel,

To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, I'll set thee free for this ! — A word, good sir ; Might I but through my prison once a day I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth

Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Let liberty make use of ; space enough Is the third man that e'er I saw ; the first

Have I in such a prison. That e'er I sigh'd for : pity move my father


It works: - Come on. — To be inclin'd my way!

Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! - Follow me. Fer. 0, if a virgin,

[To Fer). and MIR. And your

affection not gone forth, I'll make you Hark, what thou else shalt do me. (To ARIEL The queen of Naples.


Be of comfort; Pro.

Soft, sir; one word more. My father's of a better nature, sir, They are both in either's powers; but this swift Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, business

Which now came from him. I must uneasy make, lest too light winning (Asile. Pro.

Thou shalt be as free Jake the prize light. One word more; 1 charge As mountain winds: but then exactly do thee,

All points of my command. That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp


To the syllable. The name thou ow'st not ; and hast put thyself Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. (Ereunt.

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