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A lotso, King of Naples.
MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero.
Ariel, an airy spirit.
Reapers, CALIBAN, a
a sarage and deformed slave. TRINCOLO, a jester.
Other spirits attending on Prospero.
SCENE,—The sea, with a Ship: afterwards an uninhabited Island.
SCENE 1.-On a Ship at Sea.
Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast A Storm with Thunder and Lightning.
Boats. None that I more love than myself. You Enter a Ship-master anul a Boatswain.
are a counsellor; if you can command these ele
ments to silence, and work the peace of the present Master Boatswain,
we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. Boats. Here, master: What cheer?
If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, Master. Good : Speak to the mariners : fall to't and make yourself ready in your cabin for the misfarels, or we run ourselves aground; bestir, bestir. chance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good [Exit. hearts.-Out of our way, I say.
[Erit. Enter Mariners.
Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: meBoats
. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his hearts; yare, yare: take in the top sail; Tend to complexion is perfect ga!lows. Stand fast, good the master's whistle.-Blow till thou burst thy fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny wind, if room enough!
our cable, for our own doth little advantage! jf
he be not born to be hanged our case is miserable. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND,
[Exeunt. Gonzalo, and others.
Re-enter Boatswain. Alon. Good Boatswain, have care. Where's the
Boats. Down with the topmast; yare ; lower, master? Play the men.
lower ; bring her to try with main-course. [A cry Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, Boatswain ?
within.] A plague upon this howling! they are
louder than the weather, to your office.Bents. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour ; Keep your cabins : you do assist the storm. Re-enter SebasTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO, Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care Yet again? what do you here ? Shall we give o'er these roarers for the name of king? To cabin:si- and drown ? Have you a mind to sink ? lence: trouble us Dot.
Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
Boats. Work you, then.
Lie there my art. — Wipe thou thine eyes; have Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, 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 virtue 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 her a-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 ;
For thou must now know further.
You have often [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 come; 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 ! - Farewels, 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.
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 father 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 heard 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,
O, my heart bleeds The freighting souls within her.
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you te, Pro.
Be collected; Which is from my remembrance! Please you, furNo 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!
I 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 time, 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,
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 iry, which had hid my princely trunk, With colours fairer painted their foul ends. Aed suck'd my verdure out on't. — Thou attend’st In few, they hurried us aboard a bark ; not:
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd I pray thee, mark me.
A rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast ; the very rats
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
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 luis 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 Mia. 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, play'd,
Which since have steaded much ; so, of his gentleAnd him he play'd it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan Me, poor man! - my library, 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 :
Here in this island we arrived; and here
O the heavens! Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit Prs. Mark his condition, and the event; then Than other princes can, that have more time tell me,
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. If this might be a brother.
Mira. Heavens thank you for't! 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 borne bad sons.
For raising this sea-storm?
Know thus far forth.... This king of Naples, being an enemy
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
A most auspicious star; whose influence
'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't not choose. . . The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
(MIRANDA sleepne The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Me, and thy crying self.
Approach, my Ariel; come. Mirg.
Alack, for pity! I, not rememb’ring how I cry'd out then,
Enter ARIEL Will ery it o'er again : it is a hint,
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I That wrings mine eyes. Pro.
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.
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, serv'd 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
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 inake his bold waves tremble, Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou Yea, his dread trident shake.
My brave spirit ! The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and 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.
0, 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 feet ?
A dozen years ; within which space she died, Ari.
Safely in harbour And left thee there; where thou did'st vent thy 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’à 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, Ari.
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 performd ; 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 Arr.
Past the mid season. The pine, and let thee out. Pro. At least two glasses : The time 'twixt six Ari.
I thank thee, master. and now,
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 :
And do my spriting gently.
Do so; and after two days What is't thou can'st demand ?
I will discharge thee. Ari.
That's my noble master! Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Art.
Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o'the sea;
I pray thee
Be subject to no sighit but mine; invisible ! Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
(Exit 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 Vire. The strangeness of your story put
race, Heaviness in me.
Though thou did’st learn, had that in't which good Shake it off: Come on; We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou Tields us kind answer.
Deservedly confin’d into this rock, Mirc. '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 Prs. 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 Pre. 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
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
No, pray thee!
I must obey : his art is of such power, [Aside. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.
So, slave; hence ! Pre. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
[Erit Caliban. Upon this wicked dam, come forth
Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing and singing : Enter Caliban.
FERDINAND following him.
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands : Pra 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 trick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. (clispersedly Than bees that made them,
The watch-dogs bark :
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. (dispersedly. This island's mine, by Sycotax 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, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fer- This maisick crept by me upon the waters;
Weeping again the king my father's wreck, Cursed be I that did so ! - All the charms
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Or it hath drawn me rather :
But 'tis gone. For I am all the subjects that you have,
No, it begins again. XX
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made ;
Those are pearls that were his eyes : Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee
Nothing of him that doth fade, la mine own cell, till thou did'st seek to violate
But doth suffer a seu-change The honour of my child.
Into something rich and strange. Cal. O bo, o ho!- 'would it had been done!
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Thou did'st prevent me; I had peopled else
Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell. This isle with Calibans.
(Burden, ding-dong. Abhorred slave ;
Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd fsWaich any print of goodness will not take,