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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.-
Pro. The hour's now come ;
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
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us ; to figh
Mira. Alack! what trouble
Pro. Ol a cherubim
Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, To credit his own lie, he did believe
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
Against what should ensue.
Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd Pro. By Providence divine.
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,
Pro. Know thus far forth.
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,
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; What is the time o' the day?
Ari, Paft the mid seaton.
Pro. At least twoglalles: thetime'twixt six and now,
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?
What is 't thou canst demand?
Pro. Before tile time be out? No more.
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,
And in her mot unmitigable mage,
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
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
I Performed to the minuteft article.
2 Bermudas. 3 Floie is WATC.
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.
Pro. Go make thyielf like to a nymph o' the sea; Thou didît prevent me; I had peopled else
[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,
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.
It would controul my dam's god Setebos,
[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
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
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,
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 :
If the ill spirit have so fair an house,
Pro. (To Ferd.] Follow me.
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,
Mira. Beseech you, father!
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.