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Miranda, daughter to Prospero.
Ariel, an airy spirit.
Nymphs, lords. Francisco,
Other spirits attending on Prospero.
Scene, the sea, with a ship; afterwards an uninMaster of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
fate, to his hanging! make the rope of bis destiny
our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he SCENE 1.–On a ship at sea. A storm, with be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.
[Exeunt thunder and lightning. Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain.
Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, Master.
lower; bring her to try with main course. (A cry BOATSWAIN,
within.) A plague upon this howling! they are Boats. Here, master: what cheer?
louder than the weather, or our office. Mast. Good: speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely', or we run ourselves aground: bestir, be
Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. stir.
(Exit. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, Enter Mariners.
and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasBoats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my || phemous, uncharitable dog! hearts; yare, yare: take in the top-sail : tend to Boats. Work you, then. the master's whistle.-Blow, till thou burst thy Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent wind, if room enough!
noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than
thou art. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though Gonzalo, and others.
the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's
leaky as an unstaunched3 wench. the master? Play the men.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two Boats. I pray now, keep below.
courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain?
Enter Mariners, wet. Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour! keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers ! all lost! Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
(Exeunt. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? these roarers for the name of king? To cabin : si- Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us lence: trouble us not.
assist them, Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast For our case is as theirs. aboard.
Seb. I am out of patience. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by are a counsellor; if you can command these ele
drunkards.ments to silence, and work the peace of the present,2 | This wide-chapped rascal;-'Would, thou might'st We will not hand a ropè more; use your authority. lie drowning, If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, | The washing of ten tides ! and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis- Gon.
He'll be hanged yet; chance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good Though every drop of water swear against it, hearts. --Out of our way, I say:
. And gape at wid'st to glut him. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: me (A confused noise within.] Mercy on us !-We thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his split, we split :-Farewell
, my wife and children: complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, goodFarewell, brother!-We split, we split, we split.-(1) Readily. (2) Present instant.
(3) Incontinent. (4) Absolutels.
Ant. Let's all sink with the king. (Exit. || In the dark backward and abysm of time?
Exit. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of|| How thou cam’st here, thou may'st. sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown Mira.
But that I do not. furze, any thing: the wills above be done! but I Pro. Twelve years since, would fain die a dry death.
. Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was
The duke of Milan, and a prince of power. SCENE II.-The island: before the cell of Mira. Sir, are not you my father?
Prospero. Enter Prospero and Miranda. Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have|| She said—thou wast my daughter; and thy father Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
Was duke of Milan; and his only heir
А The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
princess ;—no worse issued.
Mira. But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
O, the heavens ! Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
What foul play bad we, that we came from thence? With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Or blessed was't we did? Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her,
Both, both, my girl: Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heard thence; Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd.
But blessedly holp hither.
Mira. Had I been any god of power, I would
O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen4 that I have turn'd you to, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'erl It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
Which is from my remembrance! Please you further. The freighting souls within her.
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio, Pro.
Be collected ;
pray thee, mark me,--that a brother should No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
Be so perfidious he whom, next thyself,
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The manage of my state; as, at that time,
No harm. Through all the signiories it was the first, I have done nothing but in care of thee,
And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Without a parallel; those being all my study, Of whence I am; nor that I am more better
The government I cast upon my brother, Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And to my state grew stranger, being transported, And thy no greater father.
And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleMira.
More to know
Dost thou attend me?
Mira. Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Sir, most heedfully. Pro.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom
To trash for over-topping; new created And pluck my magic garment from me.-So;
(Lays down his mantle. The creatures that were mine; I say or chang’d Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; bave or else new form'd them : having both the key
them, comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touchd|To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
Of officer and office, set all hearts
The ivy, which had bid my princely trunk,
And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st
I pray thee, mark me.
O good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate For thou must now know further.
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind Mira.
You have often
With that, which, but by being so retir’d,
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother, Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Awak'd an evil nature : and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood, in its contrary as great
As The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember
A confidence sans6 bound. He being thus lorded, A time before we came unto this cell?
Not only with what my revenue yielded, I do not think thou canst ; for then thou wast not
But what my power might else exact,---like one, Out2 three years old.
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie,--he did believe
And executing the outward face of royalty,
"Tis far off;
With all prerogative :--Hence his ambition And rather like a dream than an assurance
Growing, -Dost hear?
Mira. That my remembrance warrants: bad I not
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Four or five women once, that tended me?
Pro. To have no screen between this part be Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be 'That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
Absolute Milan: me, poor man!--my library
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties || From my own library, with volumes that
'Would I might To give him annual tribute, do hirn homage; But ever see that man! Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
Now I arise :-
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
O the heavens ! Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. If this might be a brother.
Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I Mira. I should sin
pray you, sir, To think but nobly of my grandmother: (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason Good worbs have borne bad sons.
For raising this sea-storm?
Know thus far forth. This king of Naples, being an enemy
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
A most auspicious star; whose influence
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
And give it way ;-I know thou canst not choose. The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
(Miranda sleeps. The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Me, and thy crying self.
Approach, my Ariel; come. Mira.
Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Enter Ariel. Will cry it o'er again ; it is a hints,
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I That wrings mine eyes. Pro.
Hear a little further, To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly,
Ariel, and all his quality.
Hast thou, spirit, That hour destroy us?
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Pro.
Well demanded, wench; Ari. To every article. My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst || I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set I flam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide, A mark so bloody on the business ; but
And burn in many places; on the top-mast, With colours fairer painted their foul ends. The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly; In few, they hurried us aboard a bark ;
Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the preBore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd cursors A rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd,
O the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
And sight-outrunning were not : the fire, and cracks Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble; To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Yea, his dread trident shake. Did us but loving wrong.
My brave spirit! Mira.
Alack! what trouble Who was so firm, so constant, that this coili
Would not infect his reason?
Not a soul
Some tricks of desperation : all, but mariners, When I have deck'd' the sea with drops full salt; || Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, An undergoing stomach, to bear up
With hair upstaring (then like reeds, not hair,) Against what should ensue.
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, Mira.
How came we ashore? || And all the devils are here. Pro. By Providence divine.
Why, that's my spirit! Some food we had, and some fresh water, that But was not this nigh shore? A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Close by, my master, Out of his charity (who being then appointed Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Master of this design,) did give us, with
Not a hair perish'd ; Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle-But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle: Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, The king's son bave I landed by himself; *(1) Thirsty. (2) Consideration. (3) Suggestion. (6) The minutest article. (7) Bustle, tumult (4) Sprinkled. 5) Stubborn resolution.
Whom I leit cooling of the air with sighs, To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, His arms in this sad knot.
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain Ari.
Safely in harbour A dozen years; within which space she died, Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
groans, From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid : || As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island The mariners all under hatches stowed;
(Save for the son that she did litter here, Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd la- À freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with bour,
A human shape. I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the feet, Ari.
Yes; Caliban, her son. Which I dispers'd, they all have met again; Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, And are upon the Mediterranean flote?,
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st Bound sadly home for Naples;
What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts And his great person perish.
Of ever angry bears: 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, What is the time of the day?
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape Ari.
Past the mid season. The pine, and let thee out. Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six Ari.
I thank thee, master.
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, Must by us both be spent most preciously. And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. me pains,
Pardon, master: Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, I will be correspondent to command, Which is not yet perform'd me.
And do my spiriting gently. Pro.
How now? moody?
Do so; and after two days What is't thou canst demand?
I will discharge thee.
That's my noble master! Pro. Before the time be out? no more. What shall I do? say what: what shall I do? Ari.
I pray thee
Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea; Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst pro- | And bither come in't: hence, with diligence. mise
(Exit Ariel. To bate me a full year.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Pro. Dost thou forget
Awake! From what a torment I did free thee?
Mira. The strangeness of your story put Ari.
No. Heaviness in me. Pro. Thou dost; and think'st
Shake it off: come on; It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never To run upon the sharp wind of the north; Yields us kind answer. To do me business in the veins o' the earth,
'Tis a villain, sir, When it is bak'd with frost.
I do not love to look on.
I do not, sir.
But, as 'tis, Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou We cannot misss him: he does make our fire, forgot
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and envy, That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? Thou earth, thou! speak. Ari. No, sir.
Cal. (Within. There's wood enough within. Pro.
Thou hast : where was she born? Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business speak; tell me.
for thee; Ari. Sir, in Argier.3
Come forth, thou tortoise! when ? Pro.
O, was she so? I must,
Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph.
Hark in thine ear.
Ari. My lord, it shall be done. (Ext. did,
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil They would not take her life. Is not this true?
himself Ari. Av, sir.
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Pro. This blue-ey'd hay was hither brought with child,
Enter Caliban. And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant : With raven's feather from unwholesome ten, And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, I Bermudas. 2 Wave.
(4) Commands. (5) Do without