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SCENE I.—On a Ship at Sea.
Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND,
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,
Eril. It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
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
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.
For thou must now know further.
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.
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 ?
Both, both, my girl :
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.
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:
Now the condition.
Alack, for pity!
Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which this
Wherefore did they not
Well demanded, wench:
Alack! what trouble
O! a cherubin
How came we ashore?
Would I might
Now I arise,
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,
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!
Not a soul
Some tricks of desperation. All, but mariners,
, 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 ?
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.
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,
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.
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.