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BUNGAY: PRINTED BY JOHN CHILDS AND SON.

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ACT I.

SCENE I.—On a ship at Sea.
A Storm with Thunder and Lightning.
Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain.

Mast. Boatswain,—

Boatt. Here, matter: What cheer? Unit. Good; Speak to the mariners : fall to't yarety, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.

[Exit.

Enter Mariners.

Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts s yare, yare i take in the topsail ; Tend to the master's whistle.—Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo, and others.

A\on. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.

Boat%. 1 pray now, keep below.

Ant. Where ia the master, Moats wain?

Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour ; Keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.

Con. 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.

ti'in.Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

Boati. None that I mure 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 csnnot, give thanks you have lived so long, snd make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so bap.—Cheerly, good hearts.—Out of our way, I say. [Exit.

Oon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to hi* hanging! make the rope of his destiny □or cable, for our own doth little advantage 1 If he '. c 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 crw uiM'H.] A plague upon this howling! they are iouder 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?

Srb. A pox o'your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, mcharitable dog 1

Boat: Work you, then.

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

Got, I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as Leaky as an unstanched wench.

Bunts. Lay her a-hold, a-hold i set her tw« courses; off to sea again, lay her off.

Enter Mariners wet.

Mar. All lost I to prayers, to prayers! all lost!

[Exeunt. , „ .

Oon. The king and prince at prayers I let us assist them, For our case is as theirs. Srb. 1 am out of patience.

Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.— This wide-chappd rascal;—"Would, thou might'M

lie drowning. The washing of ten tides!

Gon. He'll be hanged yet:

Though every drop of water swear against It, .-\nd gape at wid'st to glut him. \A confuted noite withtn.]—Mercy on us ! We split, we split!—Farewell, my wife ami children! Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we split !—

Ant. Let's all sink with the king.' [Exit.

Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Exit.

Oon, Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acrf of barren ground; long hi-nth, brown furze, any thing *. The wills above be done . but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit U

SCENE II. Theltland: before the Cell of Prospero. Enter Prospero and Miranda.

Mir a. 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 tire 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.

Mira. O, woe the day!

Pro. No harm.

I have done nothing but in care of thee,
(Of thee, ray dear one! thee, my daughter J) who
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
I)f whence I am; nor that I am more better
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father.

Mira. More to know

Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Pro. 'Tis time

I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,

And pluck my magic garment from me So;

[l&ya down hit Mantle. Lie there, my art—Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.

The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd

The very virtue of compassion in thee,

I have with such provision in mine art

So safely order'd, that there is no soul—

No, not so much perdition as an hair,

Hetid to any creature in the vessel

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

Sit down;
For thou must now know further.

Mira. You have often

Begun to tell me what J am; but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Concluding, Stay, not yet.

Pro. The hour's now come;

The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not
Out three years old.

Mira. Certainly, sir, I can.

Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira. 'Tis far oflT;

And rather like a dream than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants: had I not
Four or five women once, that tended me? [It,

Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how is
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here,
How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.

Mira. But that I do not.

Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years Thy father was the duke of Milan, and [since, A prince of power.

Mira. Sir, are not you my father!

Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said—thou wast my daughter; and thy father Was duke of Milan; and his only heir A princess;—no worse Issued.

Mini. O, the heavens!

What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did?

Pro. Both, both, my tjirl:

By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence, But blessedly holp hither.

Mira. 0, my heart bleeds

To think o'the teen that I have tum'd you to. Which is from my remembrance 1 Please you fur* ther.

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 sign lories it was the first. And I'rospero the prime duke: being so reputed In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Without a parallel; those being ail 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
The creatures that were mine; 1 say, or chang'd
them,

Or else new form'd them: having both the key
(►f 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, [not:
And suck'd my verdure out on't.—Thou attend'»t
I pray thee, mark me.

Mira. O good sir, I do.

Pm. 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 ray tru-t, 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 lordeil. 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 ail prerogative:—Hence his ambition "rowing,_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, Ahsolute 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 unhow'd, (alas, poor Milan !) To most ignoble stooping.

Mira. O the heavens!

Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then If this might be a brother. [tell me,

Mira. I should sin

To think but nobly of my grandmother: (iood wombs have borne bad sons.

Pro. Now the condition.

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-

Mira. Alack, for pity!

I, not rememh'ring how I cried out tbitn.
Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,
That wrings mine eyes.

Pro. Hear a little further,

And then 111 bring thee to the present business Which now'i upon us; without the which, this Were most impertinent. [story

Mir*. Wherefore did they not

That hour destroy us?

Pro. Well demanded, wench;

My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not;

fSo 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 as 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.

Mira. Alack! what trouble

Was I then to you!

Pro. O! a cherubim

Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt;
Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against wnat should ensue.

Mira. How came we ashore P

Pro. By Providence divine. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity (who being then appointed Muter of this design) did give us; with Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries. Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleKnowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, [ness, Prom my own library, with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

Mira. 'Would I might

But ever see that man!

Pro. Now I arise i—

Kit 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.

Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I
pray you, sir,
(For still 'tis beating in my mind), your reason
For raising this sea-storm?

Pro. Know thus far forth.—

P'j accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Nov 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 Inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give ft way;—I know thou canst not choose.—
[Miranda tleepi.
Come away, servant, come: I'm ready now;
Approach, my Ariel; come.

Enter Ariel.

AH. All hail,great master! grave sir, hail! I oome To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task Artel, and all his quality.

Pro. Hast thou, spirit,

Pcrform'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, ! 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

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?

Ari. Not a soul

But felt a feveT of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation: all, but mariners,
Plung'd In the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up starting (then like reeds, not hair,)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell it empty,
And all the devili are here.

Pro. Why, that's my spirit!

But was not this nigh shore?
Ari. Close by, my master.

Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe1
Art. Not a hair perish'tl;

On their sustaining garments not a blemish.
But fresher than t>efore: and, as thou bad'st me.
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle:
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom f left cooling of the air with sighs.
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting.
His arms in this sad knot.

Pro. Of the king's ship,

The mariners, say, how thou hast dlspos'd,
And all the rest o'the fleet?

Ari. Safely In harbour

Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
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 jotn'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep: and for the rest othe fleet,

Which I dispers'd, they all have met again
And are upon the Mediterran"
Bound sadly home for Naples

Supposing that they saw the king's ship wrcck'd, And his great person perish.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge

Exactly is perform'd; hut there's more work;
What is the time othe day?

Ari. Past the mid season.

Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and Must by us both be spent most preciously. [now, 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. How now? moody i

What is't thou canst demand?

^rf. My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more.

Ari. 1 pray thee

ememher, I have done thee worthy serviee: Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst To bate me a full year. [promts

Pro. Dost thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee?

Ari. No.

Pro. Thou dost; and think'st
It much to tre^d the onto of the salt deen;
To run upon the sharp wind of the north:
To do me business in the veins o'the earth,
When It U bak'd with frost.

Ari. I do not, sir.

Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot

The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy. Was grown into a hoop? bast thou forgot her?

An. No, sir. [tell me.

Pro, Thou hast: whore was she !>om ? speak:

Ari. Sir, In Aryler.

Pro. 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, air-
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with
child,

And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slaTe,
As thou report'st thyself) 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 feat 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. Yes; Caliban her son-

Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st |
What torment I did find thee in: thy groans
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts
Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo; it was mine art,
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.
Ari. I thank thee, master.

Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.

Ari. Pardon, master

I will be correspondent to command,
And do my sprightlng gently.

Pro. Do so; and after two daysi

1 will discharge thee.

Ari. That's my noble master!

What shall I do? say what? what shall I do?

Pro. Go make thyself like a nymph of the sea; Be subject to no sight but thine and mine; invisible To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, And hither come in't; go hence, with diligence.

[Bant Ariel.

Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness In me.

Pro. Shake it off: come on;
We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.

Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir,

I do not love to look on.

Pro. But, as 'tis,

We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices
That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cat. [tVithin'] There's wood enough within.

Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business Come, thou tortoise! when? [for thee;

Re-enter Ariel, like a Water-Nymph.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.

Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit.

Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himUpon thy wicked dam, come forth! [sell Enter Caliban.

Cat. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er!

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou Shalt have cramps,

Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up j urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,

All exercise on thee: thou shalt b itnch'd

As thick as honey-combs, each pin more stinging

Than beei that made them.

Cat. I mast» my dinner.

This island's mine, by Sycorax mj lother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When i >u earnest first.
Thou strok'dst me, and road'st muc rf me j wouldst
give me

Water with berries in't; and teacl ne how
To name the bigger light, and hov he less,
That burn by day and night: and t »n I lov'd thee,
And shew'd thee all the qualities c he isle,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barre place, and fcr-
Cursed be 1 that did so!—All thed Lrms [tile;
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, lig t on you!
For 1 am all the subjects that you ive, [me
Which first was mine own king: t A here you sty
In this hard rock, whiles you do ke p from me
The rest of the island.

Pro. Thou most ly ig slave,

Whom stripes may more, not kindm u>: I have us'd thee,

Filth as thou art, with human care; .nd lodg'dthee In mine own cell, till thou didst set k to violate The honour of my child.

Cat. O ho, O ho !—'would it had 1 een done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peof led else This Isle with Calibans.

Pro. Abhorred si ive;

Which any print of goodness will nit take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, [hour
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each
One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known: But thy vile
race, [natures
Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.

Cat. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you, For learning me your language!

Pro. Hag-seed, hence

Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best,
To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps;
Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

Cat. No, pray thee !—

I must obey: his art is of such power, [Aside.
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.

Pro. So, slave; hence!

[Exit Caliban,

Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing and tinging: Ferdinand following him,

ARIEL'S SONG.
Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take handt;
Court'tied when you have, and kits'd,

(The wild wavet whitt,)
Foot itfeatly here and there;
And, tweet tpritet, the burden bear.

Hark, hark!
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. [Dispersed

The watch-dogs bark:
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. [Ditpersedtf/.

Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticlere,
Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.
Fer. Where should this music be? i'the air, or
the earth?

It sounds no more:—and sure, It waits upon
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,

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