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SCENE I.—On a Ship at Sea.


GONZALO, and others. A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning.

Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the Enter a Shipmaster, and a Boatswain. master ? Play the men. Master. Boatswain ?

Boats. I pray now, keep below.

Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ? Boats. Here, master : what cheer?

Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our Mast. Good. Speak to the mariners : fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.

labour. Keep your cabins; you do assist the storm.

Gon. Nay, good, be patient. [Erit.

Boals. When the sea is. Hence! What care Enter Mariners.

these roarers for the name of king? To cabin : Boats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my silence! trouble us not. hearts ! yare, yare. Take in the top-sail; tend to Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast the master's whistle.—Blow, till thou burst thy | aboard. wind, if room enough!

Boals. None that I more love than myself. You


are a counsellor: if you can command these ele With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
inents to silence, and work the peace of the present, Who had no doubt some noble creature in her,
we will not hand a rope more; use your authority : Dash'd all to pieces. O! the cry did knock
if you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perishi'd
and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis Had I been any god of power, I would
chance of the hour, if it so hap.—Cheerly, good Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er
hearts !-Out of our way, I say.

Eril. It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow : The fraughting souls within her.
inethinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; Pro.

Be collected: his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart, fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny | There's no harm done. our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he Mira.

O, woe the day! be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. Pro.

No harm. [Ereunt. I have done nothing but in care of thee, Re-enter Boatswain.

(Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter !) whe

Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Boats. Down with the top-mast: yare; lower, Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better lower. Bring her to try with main-course.—[A Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, cry within.]-A plague upon this howling! they are

And thy no greater father. louder than the weather, or our office.


More to know
Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and GONZALO.

Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Tis time Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er, I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, and drown? Have you a mind to sink ?

And pluck my magic garment from me.-So: Seb. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphe

(Lays down his murd mous, incharitable dog!

Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; has: Boats. Work you, then.

comfort. Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent

The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch : noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than

The very virtue of compassion in thee, tbou art.

I have with such provision in mine art Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the

So safely order'd, that there is no soulship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky No, not so much perdition as an hair, as an unstanched wench.

Betid to any creature in the vessel Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! Set her two

Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink courses : off to sea again ; lay her off.

Sit down;

For thou must now know further.
Enter Mariners, wet.


You have often Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers ! all lost ! Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd,

[Ereunt. And left me to a bootless inquisition, Boats. What! must our mouths be cold?

Concluding, “Stay, not yet." Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us Pro.

The hour's now con assist them,

The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; For our case is as theirs.

Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember Seb. I am out of patience.

A time before we came unto this cell? Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not drunkards.

Out three years old. This wide-chapp'd rascal,—would, thou might'st lie Mira.

Certainly, sir, I can. drowning,

Pro. By what? by any other house, or person The washing of ten tides !

Of any thing the image tell me, that Gon.

He'll be hanged yet. Hath kept with thy remembrance. Though every drop of water swear against it,


'Tis far off ; And gape at wid'st to glut him.

And rather like a dream, than an assurance [A confused noise within.]—Mercy on us !—We That my remembrance warrants. Had I not split, we split !-Farewell, my wife and children ! Four or five women once, that tended me! Farewell, brother !—We split, we split, we split! - Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how Anl. Let's all sink with the king. [Erit.

is it, Seb. Let's take leave of him.

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

[Erit. Mira.

But that I do not

Pro. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year SCENE II.-The Island : before the Cell of


Thy father was the duke of Milan, and

A prince of power.

Mira. Sir, are not you my father? Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. She said—thou wast my daughter; and thy father The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Was duke of Milan, and his only heir But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, And princess no worse issued. Dashes the fire out. O! I have suffer'd


O, the heavens:

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

Both, both, my girl :
By foul play, as thou say’st, were we heav'd thence;
But blessedly holp hither.

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, callid 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 In dignity,) and, for the liberal arts, 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 uncleDost thou attend me? Mira.

Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them, whom t'advance, and whom To trash for over-topping, new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd

them, Or else new form’d them: having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state 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


Mira. O good sir! I do.

I pray thee, mark me.
I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which but by being so retir'd
O'er-priz'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,- Jike 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 indeed the duke; out o' the substitution,
And executing th' outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative :-hence his ambition
Growing, -Dost thou hear?

Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he

play'd, And him he play'd it for, he needs will be 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! Pro. Mark his condition, and th' event; then

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

Now the condition.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, harkens 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 opien
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.

Alack, for pity!
I, not rememb’ring how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again : it is a hint,
That wrings mine eyes to't.

Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which this

Were most impertinent.

Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?

Well demanded, wench:
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst

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 prepard
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively have 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.

Alack! what trouble
Was I then to you!

O! a cherubin
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 what should ensue.

How came we ashore?
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
Master of this design,) did give us ; with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much: so, of his gentle-

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.

Would I might
But ever see that man!

Now I arise,
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
Have I, thy schoolmaster, 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,

tell me,

If this might be a brother.

I should sin



For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason And burn in many places; on the topmast,
For raising this sea-storm?

The yards and bowsprit, would I fame distinctly, Pro.

Know thus far forth. Then meet, and join. Jove's lightnings, the preBy accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies

O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Brought to this shore; and by my prescience And sight-outrunning were not: the fire, and cracks I find my zenith doth depend upon

Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune A most auspicious star, whose influence

Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble. If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes

Yea, his dread trident shake. Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions.


My brave spirit!
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
And give it way:— I know thou canst not choose. Would not infect his reason !
(MIRANDA sleeps. Ari.

Not a soul
Come away, servant, come! I am ready now. But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Approach, my Ariel: come!

Some tricks of desperation. All, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel

, Enter ARIEL.

Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand Ari. All hail, great master; grave sir, hail. I With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair)

Was the first man that leap'd; cried, " Hell : To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,

empty, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

And all the devils are here." On the curl'd clouds : to thy strong bidding task Pro.

Why, that's my spirit Ariel, and all his quality.

But was not this nigh shore ?
Hast thou, spirit,


Close by, my master Perform’d to point the tempest that I bade thee? Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Ari. To every article.


Not a hair perish'? I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,

But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me, I fam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide,

In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle.



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The king's son have I landed by himself,


Dost thou forget Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs

From what a torment I did free thee? In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,


No. His arms in this sad knot.

Pro. Thou dost; and think'st it much, to tread Pro.

Of the king's ship The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd,

Of the salt deep, And all the rest o' the fleet ?

To run upon the sharp wind of the north,

Safely in harbour To do me business in the veins o' th' earth,
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once When it is bak'd with frost.
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew


I do not, sir. From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid: Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou The mariners all under hatches stow'd ;

forgot Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy; I have left asleep: and for the rest o’the fleet Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her ? Which I dispers'd, they all have met again,

Ari. No, sir. And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

Pro. Thou hast. Where was she born? Bound sadly home for Naples,

speak; tell me. Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Ari. Sir, in Argier. And his great person perish.


O! was she so? I must, Pro.

Ariel, thy charge Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Exactly is perform’d; but there's more work. Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, What is the time o' the day?

For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible Ari.

Past the mid season. To enter human hearing, from Argier, Pro. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six | Thou know'st was banish'd : for one thing she did, and now

They would not take her life. Is not this true ? Must by us both be spent most preciously.

Ari. Ay, sir. Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with me pains,

child, Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, And here was left by the sailors : thou, my slave Which is not yet perform'd me.

As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant: Pro.

How now! moody? And, for thou wast á spirit too delicate What is't thou canst demand ?

To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands, Ari.

My liberty.

Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee Pro. Before the time be out ? no more.

By help of her more potent ministers, Ari.

I prithee | And in her most unmitigable rage, Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Into a cloven pine; within which rift Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv'd Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain Without or grudge, or grumblings. Thou didst | A dozen years; within wbich space she died, promise

And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy To bate me a full year.


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