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Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver !

Ari. Hark, they roar. Pro. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this hark !

hour [ Cal. Ste. and Trin. are driven out. Lie at my mercy all mine enemies : Go, charge my goblins, that they grind their joints Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little, With aged cramps ; and more pinch-spotted Follow, and do me service.

[Ereunt. make them, Than pard, or cat o' mountain.

ACT V.

ed ;

SCENE I.-Before the cell of Prospero. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes,

and groves; Enter PROSPERO in his magick robes, and ARIEL. And ye, that on the sands with printless foot

Pro. Now does my project gather to a head : Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and When he comes back ; you demy-puppets, that time

By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my pastime lord,

Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice You said our work should cease.

To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid Pro. I did say so,

(Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd When first I rais’d the tempest. Say, my spirit, The noon-tide sun, call’d forth the mutinous How far s the king and his ?

winds, Ari. Confin'd together

And 'twixt the green sea and the azur’d vault In the se me fashion as you gave in charge ; Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Just as you left them, sir ; all prisoners Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak In the line grove, which weather-fends your With his own bolt: The strong bas’d promoncell ;

tory They cannot budge, till your release. The king, Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd His brother, and yours, abide all three distract up

The pine and cedar : graves, at my command, And the remainder mourning over them, Have wak’d their sleepers ; oped, and let them Brim-full of sorrow, and dismay ; but chiefly

forth Him you term’d, sir, The good old lord, Gonzalo; By my so potent art : But this rough magick His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd From eaves of reeds; your charm so strongły Some heavenly musick, (which even now I do) works them,

To work mine end upon their senses, that That if you now beheld them, your affections This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Would become tender.

Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit ?

And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. I'll drown my book.

[Solemn musick. Pro. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling

Re-enter Ariel: after him, Alonso, with a Of their afflictions? and shall not myself,

frantic gesture, attended by GonzalO; SEOne of their kind, that relish all as sharply,

BASTIAN and Antonio in like manner, atPassion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?

tended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: they all Though with their high wrongs I am struck to

enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, the quick,

and there stand charmed; which ProSPERO Yet with y nobler reason 'gainst my fury

observing, speaks. Do I take rit: the rarer action is

A solemn air, and the best comforter In virtue than in vengeance: they being pe- To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains, nitent,

Now useless, boild within thy skull! There stand, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend For you are spell-stopp’d.Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, My charms I'll break; their senses I'll restore, Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, And they shall be themselves.

Fall fellowly drops.—The charm dissolves apace; Ari. I'll fetch them, sir.

[Exit. 'And as the morning steals upon the night,

all :

Melting the darkness, so their rising senses The affliction of my mind amends, with which,
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes, that mantle I fear, a madness held me: this must crave
Their clearer reason.-O my good Gonzalo, (An if this be at all,) a most strange story.
My true preserver, and a loyal sir

Thy dukedom I resign ; and do entreat
To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces Thou pardon me my wrongs:-But how should
Home, both in word and deed. - Most cruelly

Prospero
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter : Be living, and be here?
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act ;-

Pro. First, noble friend, Thou’rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot and blood,

Be measur'd or confin'd. You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Gon. Whether this be, Expell’d remorse and nature; who with Sebastian Or be not, I'll not swear. (Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,) Pro. You do yet taste Would here have killd your king; I do forgive Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you thee,

Believe things certain :-Welcome, my friends Unnatural though thou art!—Their understanding

But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, Begins to swell; and the approaching tide

[Aside to Seb. and Ant. Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,

I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, and justify you traitors; at this time That yet looks on me, or would know me:-Ariel, I'll tell no tales. Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;

Seb. The devil speaks in him. [ Aside.

[Exit Ariel. Pro. No:I will dis-case me, and myself present,

For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother
As I was sometime Milan :-quickly, spirit ; Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thou shalt ere long be free.

Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require
My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know,

Thou must restore.
ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire
PROSPERO.

Alon. If thou beest Prospero,

Give us particulars of thy preservation : Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;

How thou hast met us here, who, three hours In a couslip's bell I lie :

since, There I couch, when owls do cry,

Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost,-On the bat's back I do fly,

How sharp the point of this remembrance is ! After summer, merrily :

My dear son Ferdinand. Merrily, merrily, shall I live now

Pro. I am woe for’t, sir. Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and patience

Says, it is past her cure. Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel : I shall Pro. I rather think, miss thee;

You have not sought her help; of whose soft But yet thou shalt have freedom; so, so, so.

grace, To the king's ship, invisible as thou art : For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, There shalt thou find the mariners asleep And rest myself content. Under the hatches; the master, and the boat Alon. You the like loss? swain,

Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portable Being awake, enforce them to this place; To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker And presently, I pr’ythee.

Than you may call to comfort you; for I Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Have lost my daughter. Or e'er your pulse twice beat. [Exit Ariel. Alon. A daughter ? Gon. Au torment, trouble, wonder, and O heavens ! that they were living both in Naples, amazement

The king and queen there ! that they were, I wish Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us Myself were mudded in that oozy bed Out of this fearful country!

Where my son lies. When did you lose your Pro. Behold, sir king,

daughter ? The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero:

Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords For more assurance that a living prince At this encounter do so much admire, Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; That they devour their reason; and scarce think And to thee, and thy company, I bid

Their eyes do office of truth, their words A hearty welcome.

Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have Alon. Whe’r thou beest he, or no,

Been justled from your senses, know for certain, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,

That I am Prospero, and that very duke As late I have been, I not know : thy pulse Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, strangely

Upon this shore, where you were wreck’d, was Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo ! landed,

Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his To be the lord on't. No more yet of this ;

issue For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,

Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice Not a relation for a breakfast, nor

Beyond a common joy; and set it down Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir ; With gold on lasting pillars : In one voyage This cell's my court: here have I few attendants, Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis; And subjects none abroad : pray you, look in. And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife, My dukedom since you have given me again, Where he himself was lost ; Prospero his I will requite you with as good a thing ;

dukedom, At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye, In a poor isle ; and all of us, ourselves, As much as me my dukedom.

When no man was his own.

Alon. Give me your hands : The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers Fer

[To Fer. and Mir, DINAND and Miranda playing at chess. Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.

That doth not wish you joy! Fer. No, my dearest love,

Gon. Be't so! Amen! I would not for the world. Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms, you Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain should wrangle,

amazedly following: And I would call it fair play.

O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us ! Alon. If this prove

I prophesied, if a gallows were on land, A vision of the island, one dear son

This fellow could not drown:-Now, blasphemy, Shall I twice lose.

That swear’st grace o’erboard, not an oath on Seb. A most high miracle !

shore? Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are mer Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news? ciful:

Boats. The best news is, that we have safely I have curs'd them without cause.

found [Ferd. kneels to Alon. Our king, and company; the next, our ship, Alon. Now the blessings

Which, but three glasses since, we gave out Of a glad father compass thee about !

split, Arise, and say, how thou cam’st here.

Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when Mira. O! wonder!

We first put out to sea.
How many goodly creatures are there here ! Ari. Sir, all this service
How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, Have I done since I went. Aside,
That has such people in't !

Pro. My tricksy spirit !
Pro. 'Tis new to thee.

Alon. These are not natural events; they Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou strengthen wast at play?

From strange to stranger :-Say, how came you Your eld’st acquaintance cannot be three hours:

hither? Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,

Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, And brought us thus together ?

I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, Fer. Sir, she's mortal ;

And (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under But, by immortal providence, she's mine;

hatches, I chose her, when I could not ask my father Where, but even now, with strange and several For his advice ; nor thought I had one: she

noises, Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan, Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, Of whom so often I have heard renown, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, But never saw before ; of whom I have We were awak'd ; straightway, at liberty: Receiv'd a second life, and second father Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld This lady makes him to me.

Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Alon. I am her's:

Capering to eye her : On a trice, so please you, But 0, how oddly will it sound, that !

Even in a dream, were we divided from them, Must ask my child forgiveness !

And were brought moping hither. Pro. There, sir, stop ;

Ari. Was't well done? Let us pot burden our remembrances

Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou Aside. With a heaviness that's gone.

shalt be free. Gon. I have inly wept,

Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods,

And there is in this business more than nature And on this couple drop a blessed crown;

Was ever conduct of: some oracle For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way Must rectify our knowledge. Which brought us hither!

Pro. Sir, my liege,

Thou?

trod :

but a cramp:

you found it.

Do not infest your mind with beating on Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I The strangeness of this business ; at pick'd leisure, saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out or Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you my bones : I shall not fear fly-blowing. (Which to you shall seem probable,) of every Seb. Why, how now, Stephano ? These happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful, Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, And think of each thing well.—Come hither, spirit;

[ Aside. Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? Set Caliban and his companions free:

Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Untie the spell.—[Exit Ariel. ]-How fares Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I my gracious sir?

look'd on.

(Pointing to Caliban. There are yet missing of your company

Pro. He is as disproportion’d in his manners, Some few odd lads, that you remember not. As in his shape :-Go, sirrah, to my cell ;

Take with you your companions; as you look Re-enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, STE- To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. PHANO, and Trinculo, in their stolen apparel,

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereSte. Every man shift for all the rest, and let after, no man take care for himself ; for all is but for- And seek for grace : What a thrice-double ass tune :-Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio! Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,

Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in And worship this dull fool ! my head, here's a goodly sight.

Pro. Go to ; away! Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed ! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where How fine my master is ! I am afraid He will chastise me.

Seb. Or stole it, rather. Seb. Ha, ha!

[Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin. What things are these, my lord Antonio ! Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your Will money buy them

train, Ant. Very like; one of them

To my poor cell : where

you

shall take your rest Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. For this one night ; which (part of it,) I'll waste Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall lords,

make it Then say, if they be true:- This mis-shapen Go quick away: the story of my life, knave,

And the particular accidents, gone by,
His mother was a witch; and one so strong Since I came to this isle: And in the morn,
That could controul the moon, make flows and I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
ebbs,

Where I have hope to see the nuptial
And deal in her command, without her power : Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd;
These three have robb’d me ; and this demi-devil And thence retire me to my Milan, where
(For he's a bastard one,) had plotted with them Every third thought shall be my grave.
To take my life: two of these fellows you

Alon. I long
Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I To hear the story of your life, which mu t
Acknowledge mine.

Take the ear strangely.
Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death.

Pro. I'll deliver all ; Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, Seb. He is drunk now: where had he wine? And sail so expeditious, that shall catch Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe : Where Your royal fleet far off.—My Ariel ;-chick,should they

That is thy charge; then to the elements Find this grand liquor, that hath gilded them? Be free, and fare thou well !—[Aside. ]—Please How cam'st thou in this pickle ?

you draw near.

[Ēxeunt.

EPILOGUE.

SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own ;
Which is most faint: Now, 'tis true,
I must be bere confined by you,

Or sent to Naples : Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardon'a the deceiver,

dwell
In this bare island, by your spell ;

But release me from my bands, With the help of your good hands. Gentle breath of yours my sails Must fill or else my project fails, Which was to please: Now I want Spirits to entorce, art to enchant ;

And my ending is despair,
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer ;
Which pierces so, that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.

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