Imágenes de páginas

Gor. The "king and printe at prayers ! let us No, not fo much perdition as an hair, ailift then,

Betid to any creature in the vellel For our case is as theirs.

Which thou heard'It cry, which thou saw'st sink. S»b. I am out of patience.

Sit down; Ant. We're ? merely cheated of our lives by For thou must now know further. drunkards.

Mira. You have often This wide-chopp'd rascal ;

-Would, thou might'st Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd, lie drowning,

And left me to a bootless inquisition; The washing of ten tides !

Concluding, Stay, not yet.-
Gor. He'll be hanged yet ;

Pro. The hour's now come ;
Though every drop of water rwear against it, The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ;
And gape ať wid'st to glut 2 him.

Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember [A confused noise within.] Mercy on us !

A time before we came unto this cell ? We split! we split! - Farewell my wife and I do not think, thou cantt; for then thou wast not children! Farewell, brother! We split, we Out 7 three years old. Split, we split.

Mira. Certainly, sir, I can. Ant. Let's all sink with the king. Exit. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person! Seb. Let's take leave of him.

[Exit. Of any thing the image tell me, that Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of Hath kept with thy remembrance. sea for an acre of barren ground ; - 3 long heath, Mira. 'Tis far off ; brown furze, any thing: The wills above be And rather like a dream than an assurance done, but I would fuin die a dry death! [Exit. That my remembrance warrants : Had I not S CE N E 11.

Four or five women once, that tended me? The inchanted island: before the cell of Prospero. Pro. Thou hadít, and more, Miranda: But how Enter Profpero and Miranda.

is it, Mira. If by your art, my dearett father, you That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else have

In the dark back-ward and abysm of time? Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : If thou remember'it anght, ere thou cam't here ; The sky, it seems, would pour down itinking piech, How thou cam'ft here, thou may'ít. But that the sea, mounting to the wélkin's check, Mira. But that I do not.

[lince, Dalhes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd

Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years With those that I saw sufier! a brave vefiel, Thy father was the duke of Milan, and Who had, no doubt, fome noble crentures in hier, A prince of power. Daih'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Mira. Sir, are not you my father? Against my very heart! Poor fouls! they perifh’d. Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Had I been any god of power, I would

She said--thou wast my daughter ; and thy father Have fusk the lea within the earth, or ere 4 Was duke of Milan ; thou his only heir It mhould the good thip fo hare fwallow'd, and And princeis, no worse illu'd. The freighting souls within her.

Mira. O the heavens ! Pro. Be collected ;

What foul play had we, that we came from thence ? No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, Or bleiled vias 't, we did? There's no harin done.

Pro. Both, both, my girl : Mira. O, woe the day!

By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence ; Pro. No harm.

But blessedly holp hither. I have done nothing but in care of thee,

Mira. O, my heart bleeds (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my dear daughter !) To think o' the teen 8 that I have turn'd you to, who

Which is from my remembrance ! Please you Art ignorant of what thou at, nought knowing

further. Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, callà AnThan Prospero, matter of a full poor cells,

thonio, And thy no greater father.

I pray thee mark me,--that a brother should Mira. More to know,

Be lo perfidious !-he whom, next thyself, Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put Pro. "Tis time,

The manage of my ftate; as, at that time, I hould inform thee further. Lend thy hand, Through all the rigmories it was the first,' And pluck my magick garment from me. So; And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed

[Lays down bis manile. In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Lye there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have Without a parallel; those being all my study, comfort.

The government I caft upon my brother, The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touchd And to my state grew ftranger, being transportedy The very virtue of compassion in thee,

And wrapp'd in secret studies. Thy falfe uncle I have with such provision in mine art

Doft thou attend me? So safely ordered, that there is no foul--

Mira. Sir, most heedfully. 1 Absolutely 2 Swallow. 3 Perhaps it should be ling, heath, &c.

4 Before. Si. e. a very poor cell. Mingle. ? Quite. Sorrow, grief, trouble.



Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, (That wrings mine eyes to't. How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom Pro. Hear a little further, To trash : for over-topping ; new created ['em, And then I'll bring thee to the present business The creatures that were mine; I say, or changa Which now's upon us ; without the which, this story Or else new form'd'em ; having both the key Were most impertinent. Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state Mira. Wherefore did they not To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was That hour destroy us? The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, [not. Pro. Well demanded, wench; And fuck'd my verdure out on't-Thou attend'nt My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not; Mira. O good fir, I do.

(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set Pro. I pray thee, mark me.

A mark so bloody on the business; but I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated With colours fairer painted their foul ends. To cioseness, and the bettering of my mind In few, they hurried us aboard a bark; With that, which, but by being so retir'd, Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepard O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg’d, Awak'd an evil nature : and my trust,

Nor tackle, fail, nor mast; the very rats Like a good parent, did beget of him

Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us
A falfhood, in its contrary as great

To cry to the sea that roar'd to us ; to figh
As my trust was ; which had, indeed, no limit, To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Did us but loving wrong.
Not only with what my revenue yielded,

Mira. Alack! what trouble
But what my power might elle exact,-- like one, Was I then to you !
Who having unto truth, by telling of it,

Pro. Ol a cherubim
Made fuch a finner of his memory,

Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, To credit his own lie, he did believe

Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
He was, indeed, the duke; out of the fubstitution, When I have s deck'd the sea with drops full falt;
And executing the outward face of royalty, [ing, Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
With all prerogative :--Hence his ambition grow- An undergoing stomacho, to bear up
Doft thou hear?

Against what should ensue.
Mira. Your tale, fir, would cure deafness. Mira. How came we alhore?

Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd Pro. By Providence divine.
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
Ablolute Milan: Me, poor mm!--my library A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties Out of his charity, who being then appointed
He thinks me now incapable: confederates, Master of this design, did give us; with
So 2 dry he was for sway, with the king of Naples Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
To give him annual tribute, do him homage, Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend Knowing I lov'd my books, he furniih'd me,
The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan !) From my own library, with volumes that
To moft ignoble stoopinge

I prize above my dukedom. Mira. O the heavens!

[me, Mira. Would I might Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell But ever see that man ! If this might be a brother.

Pro. Now, I arise: Mira. I should fin

Sit still, and hear the lait of our fea-forrow. To think 3 but nobly of my grandmother : Here in this island we arriv'd; and here Good wombs have born bad fons.

Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Pro. Now the condition.

Than other princes can, that have more time This king of Naples, being an enemy

For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. [you, fir,
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I nray
Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises, (For still ’tis beating in my mind) your reason
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, For raising this sea-storm
Should presently extirpate me and mine

Pro. Know thus far forth.
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
A treacherous army levy'd, one mid-night Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
Fated to the purpose, did Anthonio open I find my zenith doch depend upon
The gates of Milan; and, i'the dead of darkness, A most auspicious star; whose influence
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Me, and thy crying felf.

Will ever after droop.--Here cease more questions ; Mira. Alack, for pity!

Thou art inclin'd to feep; 'eis a good dulness, 1, not remembring how I cried out then, And give it way:-I know, thou canst not choose Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint 4,

[Miranda fleeping " To trash, Warburton says, is to cut away the superfluities. 2 Thirsty. 3 Otherwise than • Suggeltion. Covered. i. c. a dtubborn icfolution,

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Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; What is the time o' the day?
Approach, my Ariel, come.

Ari, Paft the mid seaton.
Enter Ariel.

Pro. At least twoglalles: thetime'twixt six and now,
Ari, Allhail, great malter! grave sir, hail! I come Must by us both be spent most preciously.
To aniwer thy best pleasure; be 't to fly,

Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dostgive me pains, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, On the curl'd clouds; to thy itrong bidding, talk Which is not yet perform'd me. Ariel, and all his quality.

Pro. How now, moody?
Pro. Haft thou, spirit,

What is 't thou canst demand?
Perform'u to point 'the tempest that I bade thee? Bi. My liberty.
Ari. To every article.

Pro. Before tile time be out? No more.
I boarded the king's thip; now on the heak, ' Ari. I pray thee:
Now in the waite, the deck, in every cabin, Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
I Aam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide, Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv'd
And burn in many places; on the top-maít, Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didit promise
The yards, and bolt-Iprit, would I Mame distinctly, To bate me a full year.
Thun meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precur l'ro. Doft thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee? O'the dreadfulthunder-clap, more momentary

iri. No. Andfight-out-running were not: The fire,and cracks Pro.Thou doft; and think'it it much to tread the ooze Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Of the salt deep; Scem’d to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, To run upon the sharp wind of the north; Yea, his dread trident shake.

To do me business in the veins o' the earth, Pre. My brave spirit!..

When it is bak'd with frost. Whou as so firm, fo constant, that this coil

tri. I do not, fir. Would not infect his reason?

Pro. Thou ly'it, malignant thing! Haft thou forgot Ari. Not a foui

The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd

Was grown into a hoop? haft thou forgot her? Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, Ari. No, fir. Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the veilel, Pro. Thouhait: Where was the born: speak; tell me. Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, Ari. Sir, in Argier 4. With fair upitarting (then like reeds, not hair) Pro. Oh, was the fo? I must, Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, Oiree in a month, recount what thou has been, And all the devils are bere.

Which thou forgettit. Tliis dana'd witch, Sycorax, Pror Why, that's my ipirit !

For mischiefs manifold, and forceries terrible But was not this nigh thore?

To enter human hearing, from Algier, Ari. Close by, my matter.

Thou know’lt, was banith’d; for one thing the did, Pro. But are they, Ariel, tafe?

They would not take her life: Is not this crue dri. Not a bair perith'd;

tri. Ay, fir.

(child, Ou their futtaining garments not a bleminh,

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with But frether than before: ind, as thou bidii me, And here was lett by the failors: Thou, my fave, In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the fle: A thou tport it thyself, want then her servant: The king's son have I landed by himself;

And, for thou watt a ipirit too delicate Whom I left cooling of the air with rigtis, To att her earthy and cibliori u commands, In an odd angle of the ille, and nitiing,

Refusing her grand hetts, the did confine thee, His arms in this fad knot.

By help of her more potent ministers,
Pro. Of the king's ihip,

And in her mot unmitigable mage,
The mariners, say hou chouhait dispos'd, lito a cloven pine; within which rift
And all the rest o' the fleet?

Imprison d, thou didit painfully remain siri.. Safely in harbour

A dozen years; within which space the died, Is the king's thip; in the deep nonk, where once, And lettthee there; where thoudidit vent thy groans, Thou callidit me up at midnight to fetci dew As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island From the still-vex'd Bermuothes, there the's bid : (Save for the son that the vid litter here, The mariners all under hatches ftow'd;

A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with Whom, with a charm join'd to their luiler'd labour,

Thape. I have left anleep: and for the reft o'the fieet,

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

Pra Duil thing, I tay fo; he, that Caliban, And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

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

What corment I did find thee in: thy groans Suppofing that they saw the king's trip wreck’l, Did make wolves bowl, and penetrate the breasts . And his great person perifh.

Of ever-ingry lears; it was a torment
Pro. 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,


I Performed to the minuteft article.

2 Bermudas. 3 Floie is WATC.

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When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape The fresh spring-, brine-pits, barren place, and fertile? The pine, and let thee out.

Curs'd be I, that I did lo!-All the charms Ari. I thank thee, master.

Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Pro. If thou more murmurit, I will rend an oak, For I am all tire subjects that you have, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till

Who first was mine own king: and here you sty me. Thou haft hould away twelve winters.

In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me Ari. Paruon, maiter:

The rest of the island. I will be coute pendent to command,

Pro. Thou most lying Nave,

(thee, And do my spiriting gently.

Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I have us'd Prs. Do so; and after two days

Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee I will discharge thee.

In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate Ari. That's my noble master !

The honour of my child.
What shall I doi say what? what Mall I do? Cal. Oh ho, oh ho !--wou'd it had been done!

Pro. Go make thyielf like to a nymph o' the sea; Thou didît prevent me; I had peopled else
Be subject to no fight but thine and mine; invisible This ille wich Calibans.
To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, Pro. Abborred Nave,
And hither come in it: go, hence, with diligence. Which any print of goodness will nt ta' e,

[Exit Ariel. Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, [hour Awake, dear heart, awake! thou haft Nopt well; Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each Awake!

One thing o: other: when thou didst not, savage, Mira. The strangeness of your story, put know thy our meaning, but wouldst gabble like Heaviness in me.

A thing inore british, I endow'd thy purposes Pro. Shake it off: Come on;

With words that made them known: But thy We'li visit Caliban, my flave, who never

vild race 4 Vietds us kind answer.

Though tliou didst learn, had that in 't which good Mira, 'Tis a villain, sir, I do not love to look on.

Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Pro. But, as ’ris,

Delervedly confin'd into this rock,
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Who hadít desert'd more than a prison.
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices

Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't That profit us. What ho! Nave! Caliban! Is, I know how to curse: the red plague 5 rid you, Shru earth, thou! speak.

For learning me your language! Cal. [Mithin.] There's wood enough within. Pro. Hag-feed, hence!

Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for Fetch us in fewel, and be quick; thou wert best, Come, thou tortoise! when?

[thee: To answer other business. Shrug'ít thou, malice? Erter Ariel like a water-Nymph.

If thou neglect'lt, or doft unwillingly Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,

What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps ; Hark ia thine ear.

Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, sri. My lord, it Mall be done.

[Exi:. That beaits tall tremble at thy din. Pro. Thou poisonous Nave, got by the devil himself Cal. No, pray thee!-Upon thy wicked dam, come furth!

I must obey; his art is of such power, [-Afde.
Enter Caliban.

It would controul my dam's god Setebos,
Cal. As wicked' dew as e'er my mother brushid And make a vatral of him.
With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Pro. So, Nave; hence!

[Exit Caliban. Drop on you both! a south-weit blow on ye,

Enter Ferdinand at the remotest part of the fiage, And blister you all o'er!


and Ariel invisible, playing and singing. Pre. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have Side-Stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins 2

Ariel's Song. Shall for that vast of night 3 that they may work,

Come unto these yellow fand's, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

And oben take bands: As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more stinging Courted when

you have, and kissid, Than bees that made 'em.

!The wild avaves chift?) Cal. I must eat my dinner.

Foot it feutly here and there; This ifland's mine, by Sycorax my mother,

Arde cueet sprites, the burden bear. Which thou tak'll from me, When thou camest first,

Hark, hark! Thou stroak’dt me, and mad'ıt much of me; wouldit Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. [dispersedly. give me

The waich-dogs barka Water with berries in't; and teach me how

Bur. Bough, wowgh. [dispersedly. To rame tbe bigger light, and how the less,

Hart, hark! I bear
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, The firain of strutting Chanticlere
And thew'd thee all the qualities o' the ifle,

Cry, Cock-a-duodli-doo.
I Baneful.

2 Perhaps put here for fairies. 3 The dead waste, or middle of the night. * Race, in this place, seems to bignify original disposition, inborn qualities

5 The ervlipclas. 6 We learn from Magellan's voyage, that Screbos was the supreme God of the Patagons. ? Silente


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Fer. Where should this music be? i'the air, or the Mira. Alack, for mercy! [of Milan, It sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon [earth? Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, And his brave son, being twain. Weeping again the king my father's wreck, Pro. The duke of Milan, This music crept by me upon the waters; And his more braver daughter, could controul2 thee, Allaying both their fury, and my passion,

If now 'twere fit to do't : -At the first sight With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,

[Afide to Ariel. Or it hath drawn me rather:-But 'cis gone. They have chang'd eyes :--Delicate Ariel, No, it begins again.

I'll set thee free for this.A word, good fir; Ariel's Song.

I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a Full fatbom five thy father lies,

word Of bis bones are coral made;

Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Tboje are pearls, that were bis eyes:

Is the third man that I e'er saw; the first,
Norbing of bim ebat dotb fade,

That e'er I sigh'd for : pity, move my father But doth suffer a sea-change,

To be inclin'd my way! Into something rich and strange.

Fer. O, if a virgin, Sea-nympbs bourly ring his knell.

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Hark, now I hear them,

nding-dong bell. The queen of Naples.

[Burden, ding-dong. Pro. Soft, fir; one word more. Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd fa- They are both in either's powers : but this swift This is no mortal business, nor no sound [ther :

business That the earth owes I:--I hear it now above me. I must uneasy make, left too light winning

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say, what thou seest yond'.

Make the prize light.- One word more; I charge Mira. What is't? a spirit?

thee, Lord, how it looks about ! Believe me, sir, That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp It carries a brave form:-But 'tis a spirit. The name thou ow'st not; and haft put thyself Pro. No, wench; it eats, and sleeps, and Upon this island, as a spy, to win it hath such senses

From me, the lord on't. As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, Fer. No, as I am a man. Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st

a temple :
call him

If the ill spirit have so fair an house,
A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows, Good things will strive to dwell with it.
And strays about to find them.

Pro. (To Ferd.] Follow me.
Mira. I might call him

Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.--Come, A thing divine; for nothing natural

I'll manacle thy neck and feet together : I ever saw so noble.

Sea-water Thalt thou drink, thy food shall be Pro. It goes on, I see, [Afide.] [free thee The fresh-brook muffels, wither'd roots, and husks As my soul prompts it :-- Spirit, fine spirit, I'll Wherein the acorn cradled : Follow. Within two days for this.

Fer. No; Fer. Most sure, the goddess

I will refift such entertainment, till On whom these airs attend ! Vouchsafe, my Mine enemy has more power.

[He draws. prayer

Mira. O dear father, May know, if you remain upon this island; Make not too rash a trial of him, for And that you will some good instruction give, He's gentle, and not fearful 3. How I may bear me here: My prime request, Pro. What, I say, Which I do last pronounce, is, you wonder ! My foot my tutor -Put thy sword up, traitor; If you be maid, or no?

Who mak'ít a few, but dar'st not strike, thy Mira, No wonder, sir;

conscience But, certainly a maid.

Is fo poffess'd with guilt: come from thy ward 3 Fer. My language! heavens !

For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
I am the best of them that speak this speech, And make thy weapon drop.
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Mira. Beseech you, father!
Pro. How! the best?

Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments, What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee Mira. Sir, have pity;

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders I'll be his surety. To hear thee speak of Naples: He does hear me ; Pro. Silence : one word more And that he does, I weep: myself am Naples ; Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. Who with mine eyes, ne'er fince at ebb, beheld

What, The king my father wreck'd.

An advocate for an impostor? hulh !

1 To owe, signifies here, as in many other places of our author's plays, to own. 3 imorous.

2 Confute thee.


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