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PERSONS REPRESENTED. ALO830, Klag of Naples.
STEPHANO, a drunken Butler. SEBASTIAX, his Brother.
Master of a Ship,- Boatswain,-and Mariners. PROSPERO, the rightful Duke of Milan.
MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero.
Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
thinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his SCENE I.-On a Ship at Sea.-A storm, with complexion is perfect
gallows. Stand fast, good fate, thunder and lightning.
to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain. cable, for our own doth little advantage ! If he be Master. Boatswain,
not born to be hanged,our case is miserable.[Exeunt. Beats. Here, master : What cheer?
Re-enter Boatswain. Master. Good : Speak to the mariners: fall to't
Boats. Down with the topmast; yare ; lower, yarely, or we ran ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. lower; bring her to try with main-course. (A cry Enter Mariners.
within.). A plague upon this bowling! they are Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my louder than the weather, or our office. hearts ; yare, fare: Take in the top-sail ; Tend to Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. the master's wbistle.-Blow till thoa burst thy Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, wind, if room enough!
and drown? Have you a mind to sink ? Eater ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND,
Seb. A pox o’ your throat! you bawling, blasGONZALO, and others.
phemous, incharitable dog! Alon. Good Boatswain, have care. Where's the
Boats. Work you, then. master? Play the men.
Ant. Hang, cur, bang! you whoreson, insolent Beats. I pray now, keep below.
noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than
tbou art. Ant. Where is the master, Boatswain ? Boats. Do you not hear binn? You mar our la
Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though boar; keep your cabins : you do assist the storm. the ship were no stronger than a nut-sheli, and as Goa. Nay, good, be patient.
leaky as an unstaunched wench. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: si-courses; off to sea again, lay her off. lepce; trouble as not.
Enter Mariners, wet. Gon. Good; yet remember wbom thou hast Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! Beats. None that I more love than myself. You
(Exeunt. are a counsellor; if you can command these ele Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? (them, ments to silence, and work the peace of the present, Gon. The king and priuce at prayers ! let us assist we will not band a rope more; use your authority. For our case is as theirs. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, Seb. I am out of patience.
[drookards. and make yourself ready in yonr cabin for the mis Ant. We are merely cheated of onr lives by chance of the bour, if it so bap-Cheerly, good This wide-chapped rascal ;-'Would, tbou might'st bearts-Out of our way, I say.
[Exit. The washing of ten tides! (lie drowning, Goa. I have great comfort from this fellow : meg Gon. He'll be hanged yet;
Though every drop of water swear against it, Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years And gape at wid'st to glat him.
Thy father was the duke of Milan, and (since, (A confused noise within.)— Mercy on us! We A prince of power. split, we split!-Farewell, my wife and children! Mira.
Sir, are not you my father? Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we split! Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Erit. She said-ihou wast my daughter; and thy father Seb. Let's take leave of him.
(Exit. Was duke of Milan; and bis only beir Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of A princess; no worse issued. sea for an acre of barren ground; long heatb, brown Mira.
0, the heavens! furze, any thing: The wills above be done ! but I What foul play bad we, that we came from thence? would fuin die a dry death.
[Exit. Or blessed was't, we did ?
Both, both, my girl: SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heard thence;
But blessedly holp bither.
0, my heart bleeds Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have To think o' the teen that I have tarn’d you to, Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: Which is from myremolbrance! Please you, farther. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call's Antonio,But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, I pray thee, mark me,-ibat a brother sbould Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
Be so pertidious !--he, whom next thyself, With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, The manage of my state; as, at that time, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Through all the signiories it was the first, Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd. And Prospero the prime duke; being so repated Had I been any god of power, I would
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,
Without a parallel: those being all my study,
And to my state grew stranger, being transported, Pro.
Be collected; | And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-
Sir, most beedrally. Mira. O, woe the day!
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Pro.
No harm. How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom I have done nothing but in care of thee,
To trash for over-topping; new created [them, (of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd Àrt ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Or else new form'd them; having both the key Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Of officer and office, set all hearts Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was And thy no greater father.
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, [not; Mira.
More to know And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st Did never meddle with my thoughts.
I pray thee, mark me. Pro. 'Tis time Mira.
0, good sir, I do. I should inform thee further. Lend thy band, Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
(Lays down his manile.) | With that, which, but by being so retir’d, Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have O'er-prir'd all popular rate, in my false brother comfort.
Awak'd an evil nature : and my trust, The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd Like a good parent, did beget of bim The very virtue of compassion in thee,
A falsehood, in its contrary as great I have with such provision in mine art
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, So safely ordered, that there is no soul
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, No, not so much perdition as an hair,
Not only with what my revenue yielded, Betid to any creature in the vessel [Sit down; But wbat my power might else exact,- like one, Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, For thou must now know further.
Made such a sioner of bis memory, Mira.
You have often | To credit his own lie,- he did believe Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd,
He was the duke; out of the substitution, And left me to a bootless inquisition;
And executing the outward face of royalty, Concluding, Stay, not yet.
With all prerogative :-Hence bis ambition Pro.
The hour's now come; Growing, -Dost bear? The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thon remember Pro. To have no screen between this part be A time before we came unto this cell?
play'd, I do not think thou can'st; for then thoa wast not And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Out three years old.
Absolute Milan : Me, poor pan !--my library Mira.
Certainly, sir, I can. Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? He thinks me now incapable : confederates of any thing the image tell ine, that
(So dry be was for sway) with the king of Naples, Hath kept with thy remembrance,
To give him annual tribute, do bim homage; Mira.
'Tis far off ; Subject his coronet to the crown, and bend And rather like a dream than an assurance, The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas! poor Milan!) That my remembrance warrants : Had I not To most ignoble stooping. Four or five women once, that tended me? [is it, Mira.
0, the beavens! Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: But how Pro. Mark his condition, and the event ; then That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else If this might be a brother.
(tell me, In the dark backward and abysm of time?
I should sin
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Now the condition
This king of Naples, being an enemy
Enter ARIEL. To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Ari. All hail,great master! grave sir, hail! I com Which was, that be in lieu o' the premises, To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to ffy, Of bomage, and I know not how much tribute, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride Should presently extirpate me and mine
On the curl'd clouds : to thy strong bidding task Out of ibe dakedom; and confer fair Milan, Ariel, and all bis quality. With all the honours, on my brother : Whereon, Pro.
Hast thon, spirit, A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
Ari. To every article. The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, The ministers for the purpose burried thence Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, Me, and thy crying self.
I flam'd amazement : Sometimes, I'd divide, Mưa, Alack, for pity!
And burn in many places; on the top-mast, I, not renemo'ring how I cried out then,
The yards and bowsprit, would I Aame distinctly, Will cry it o'er again : it is a hint,
Then meet and join: Jove's lightnings, tbe precursors That wrings mine eyes.
O'the dreadfal thunder-claps, more momentary Pro.
Hear a little further, And sight-out-ronning were not: The fire, and cracks And then I'll bring thee to the present business, Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Which now's upon us; without the which, this story Seem'dto besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Were most impertinent.
Yea, his dread trident shake.
My brave spirit! That boar destroy us?
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil P:o.
Well demanded, wench; Would not infect his reason? My tale provokes that question. Dear,they darst pot; Ari.
Not a soul (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd A mark so bloody on the business ; bat
Some tricks of desperation : All, but mariners, With colours fairer painted their foul ends. Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, In few, they barried us aboard a bark;
Then all a-fire with me : the king's son, Ferdinand, Bore as some leagues to sea ; where they prepar'd With bair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair,) A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
Was the first man that leap’d; cried,“ Hellis empty, Nor tackle, sail, nor ast; the very rats
And all the devils are here.' Instinctively bad quit it: there they hoist us,
Why, that's my spirit! To cry to the sea, that roar'd to us, to sigh But was not this nigh shore? To the winds, whose pity, sigbing back again, Ari.
Close by, my master, Did us bat loving wrong.
Pro. Bat are they, Ariel, safe ?
Not a hair perish'd ; Was I then to you!
On their sastaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before : and, as thou bad'st me, Thoa wast, that did preserve me! Thoa didst smile, In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle : Iofused with a fortitude from heaven,
The king's son bave I landed by himself ;
His arms in this sad knot.
of the king's ship, Mira.
How came we ashore? The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, Pro. By Providence divine.
And all the rest o' the fleet? Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Ari.
Safely in harbour A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Out of bis charity, (who being then appointed Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew Master of this design,) did give us ; with
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's bid : Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, The mariners all under hatches stow'd ; Whica sioce bavesteaded much; so,of his gentleness, Whom, with a charm join'd to their saffer'd labour, Kaoning I lor'd my books, he furnish'd me, I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet, From my own library, with volumes that
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again I priz'd above my dukedom.
And are upon the Mediterranean flote, Mura.
'Would I might Bound sadly home for Naples ; Bet ever see that man!
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Pro. Now I arise :
And his great person perish. Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Ariel, thy charge Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
Exactly is perform’d; but there's more work: Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit What is the time o' the day? Than other princes can, that have more time
Past the mid season, For rainer bours, and tators not so carefal.(you, sir, Pro. At least two glasses: The time'twixt six and
Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray Must by us both be spent most preciously. [now, (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give For raising this sea-storm?
me pains, Pro.
Know thus far forth. Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Which is not yet perform'd me. Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
How now? moody? Brought to this shore: and by my prescience What is't thou can'st demand? I fiad my zenith doth depend upon
My liberty. A most auspicious star ; whose influence
Pro. Before the time be out? no more. If box I court not, but omit, my fortunes
I pray thee, Wilever after droop.-Herecease more questions; Remember, I have done thee worthy service ; Tkss art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dalness, Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Asd give it way ;-I know thou can’st not choose. Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst pro
[mise (Miranda sleeps.) To bate me a full year. Come away, servant, come : I am ready now;
Dost thou forget Approach, my Ariel; come,
From what a torment I did free thee?
Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for Pro. Thou dost; and think'st
Come forth, thou tortoise! when?-- (thee:
Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
My lord, it shall be done. [Erit. Ari.
I do not, sir. Pro. Thoo poisonous slave, got by the devil him-
With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,
Thou bast: Where was she born? | Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,
And blister you all o'er !
(cramps, Ari. Sir, in Argier.
Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt bare
0, was she so? I must, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins
Than bees that made them.
I must eat my dinner.
(child, Which thon tak'st from me. When thou cam’st first, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st And here was left by the sailors : Thou, my slave,
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fer-
Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Thou most lying slave, [thee, A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us'd A human shape.
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee
Yes; Caliban, her son. In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
Which any print of goodness will not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
One thing or other: when thou did'st not, savage,
I thank thee, master. Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like
With words that made them known: Batthy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in't, which good Ari.
Pardon, master :
natures I will be correspondent to command,
Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thon
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
Do so; aud after two days Who had'st deserv'd more than a prison.
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't
That's my noble master ! Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you,
Hag-seed, hence !
Fetch as in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best,
(Exit Ariel. What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well: Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, Awake!
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
No, 'pray thee ! Heaviness on me.
I must obey: his art is of such power, (Aside.)
Shake it off: Come on; It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.
So, slave, bence! [Exit Caliban. Mira.
'Tis a villain, sir,
Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing, and singing ;
FERDINAND following him.
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands :
Court'sied when you have, and kissid,
(The wild waves whist,)