Caliban, a savage and deformed Slave. Stephano, a drunken Butler. Iris, } Spirits. Other Spirits attending on Prospero. SCENE,-The Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an uninhabited Island. Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare; take in the topsail; Tend to the master's whistle.-Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men. Boats. I pray now, keep below. Aut. Where is the master, Boatswain? Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin silence trouble us not, Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course. [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.- Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink? Seb. A pox o'your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog! Boats. Work you, then. Aut. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench. Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold: set her two Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Seb. I am out of patience. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chapp'd rascal ;-'Would, thou might'st Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. He'll be hanged yet; If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, Though every drop of water swear against it, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis- And gape at wid'st to glut him. chance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good [A confused noise within.]-Mercy on us! We split, hearts. Out of our way, I say. [Erit. we split !-Farewell, my wife and children! FareGon. I have great comfort from this fellow: me- well, brother! We split, we split, we split!thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his Ant. Let's all sink with the king. complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Seb. Let's take leave of him. Exit. fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. brown furze, any thing: The wills above be done! [Exeunt. but I would fain die a dry death. B [Exit. (Exit SCENE II. The Island: before the Cell of Prospero. Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Pro. Be collected; No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, Mira. O, woe the day! No harm. Mira. More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. 'Tis time comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd Mira. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,- Mira. Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Or else new form'd them: having both the key To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was Mira. Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Sit down; For thou must now know further. You have often Pro. The hour's now come; I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Mira. Mira. [it, Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how is Mira. Mira. Sir, are not you my father! O, the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. Now the condition. My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set Mira. Was I then to you! Alack! what trouble O! a cherubim Now I arise: Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Of the king's ship, Ari. Safely in harbour Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: What is the time o'the day? Ari. Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I Must by us both be spent most preciously. [now, Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, pray you, sir, (For still 'tis beating in my mind), your reason For raising this sea-storm? Pro. Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Pro. What is't thou canst demand? How now? moody?" My liberty. A most auspicious star; whose influence Enter Ariel. No. Pro. Thou dost; and think'st Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come To run upon the sharp wind of the north; To do me business in the veins o'the earth, The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, O, was she so? I must, To enter human hearing, from Argier, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, Pro. Dall thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Could not again undo; it was mine art, When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape The pine, and let thee out. Ari. I thank thee, master. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Ari. Pardon, master: I will be correspondent to command, And do my sprighting gently. Pro. Do so; and after two days I will discharge thee. Mira. The strangeness of your story put Pro. Shake it off: come on; We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Mira. "Tis a villain, sir, I do not love to look on. Than bees that made them. Cal. All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd Water with berries in't; and teach me how Pro. [me Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child. Cal. O ho, O ho!'would it had been done!" Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, [hour Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known: But thy vile race, [natures Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you, For learning me your language! Pro. Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, That beasts shall tremble at thy din. Cal. No, pray thee!I must obey: his art is of such power, It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him. Pro. [Aside. So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban. Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing and singing; Ferdinand following him. Fer. Where should this music be? i'the air, or the earth? It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon Ariel sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, Pro. It goes on, [Aside. As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free Within two days for this. [thee Fer. Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe, my prayer May know, if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give, How I may bear me here: My prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! If you be made, or no? Mira. But, certainly a maid. Fer. No wonder, sir; My language! heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken. Pro. How! the best? What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples: He does hear me; And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd. Mira. Alack, for mercy! Per. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of And his brave son, being twain, [Milan, Pro. The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control thee, If now 'twere fit to do't:At the first sight [Aside. They have chang'd eyes:-Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this! A word, good sir; I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father To be inclin'd my way! O, if a virgin, Fer. And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples. Soft, sir: one word more. They are both in either's powers: but this swift Pro. business My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man. Pro. Come on; obey: [To Ferd. Thy nerves are in their infancy again, And have no vigour in them. Fer. So they are: My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up, Pro. My father's of a better nature, sir, Ari. To the syllable. Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt, ACT II. SCENE I. Another Part of the Island. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco, and others. Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss: Our hint of woe Is common: every day, some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, I mean our preservation, few in millions Can speak like us; then wisely, good sir, weigh Our sorrow with our comfort. Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; By and by it will strike. Gon. Sir, "Seb. One: Tell |