CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave. TRINCULO, a Jester. ARIEL, an airy Spirit. IRIS, JUNO, Reapers, Spirits. ACT I. SCENE I.-On a Ship at Sea.-A storm, with thunder and lightning. Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain. Master. Boatswain, Enter Mariners. Boats. Here, master: What cheer? Master. Good: Speak to the mariners; fall to't yarely, or we ran ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit. Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-sail; Tend to the master's whistle.-Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO, and others. Alon. Good Boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men. Beats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, Boatswain? Beats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour; keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Goa. Nay, good, be patient. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence; trouble as not. [aboard. Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast 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 band a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the bour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts. Out of our way, I say. [Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: me thinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hanged,our case is miserable.[Exeunt. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the topmast; 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. Ant. 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 unstaunched wench. Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Enter Mariners, wet. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? [them, Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist For our case is as theirs. Seb. I am out of patience. [drunkards.Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by This wide-chapped rascal ;- -'Would, thou might'st The washing of ten tides! [lie drowning, Gon. He'll be hanged yet; Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glut him. [Exit. Exit. (A confused noise within.)-Mercy on us! We split, we split!-Farewell, my wife and children! Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we split!-Ant. Let's all sink with the king. Seb. Let's take leave of him. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit. SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of Prospero. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and Pro. Be collected; No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, There's no harm done. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd You have often Pro. The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remember A time before we came unto this cell? I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast not Out three years old. Mira. Certainly, sir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell ine, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mira. 'Tis far off; And rather like a dream than an assurance, That my remembrance warrants: Had I not Four or five women once, that tended me? [is it, Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: But how That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, How thou cam'st here, thou may'st. Mira, But that I do not. | Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years Thy father was the duke of Milan, and [since, A prince of power. Mira. Sir, are not you my father? Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said-ihou wast my daughter; and thy father Was duke of Milan; and his only heir A princess; no worse issued. Mira. O, the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't, we did? Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither. Pro. Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from myremembrance! Please you, farther. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should 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, Through all the signiories it was the first, And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Without a parallel: those being all my study, The government I cast upon my brother, And to my state grew stranger, being transported, And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleDost thou attend me? Mira. Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was Mira. O, good sir, I do. Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate To closeness, and the bettering of my mind With that, which, but by being so retir'd, O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Awak'd an evil nature and my trust, Like a good parent, did beget of him A falsehood, in its contrary as great As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, To credit his own lie,-he did believe Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. play'd, And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Mira. Now the condition This king of Naples, being an enemy Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint, That wrings mine eyes. Pro. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business, Which now's upon us; without the which, this story Were most impertinent. Mira. Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us? Well demanded, wench; Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd Mira. Was I then to you! Pro. Alack! what trouble O! a cherubim Now I arise : Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Pro. Enter ARIEL. Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I co To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds: to thy strong bidding task Ariel, and all his quality. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I både thee? Ari. To every article. Pro. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Pro. Ari. Pro. Why, that's my spirit! But was not this nigh shore? Ari. Close by, my master. Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Not a hair perish'd; Pro. Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, And all the rest o' the fleet? Ari. Safely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid: The mariners all under hatches stow'd; Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet, Which I dispers'd, they all have met again; And are upon the Mediterranean flote, Bound sadly home for Naples; Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, And his great person perish. Thou hast: Where was she born? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pro. O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing, from Argier, Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, They would not take her life: Is not this true? Ari. Ay, sir. [child, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant : And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, By help of her more potent ministers, And in her most unmitigable rage, Into a cloven pine; within which rift Imprison'd, thou did'st painfully remain A dozen years; within which space she died, And left thee there; where thou did'st vent thy groans, As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island, (Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with A human shape. Ari. Yes; Caliban, her son. 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 bowl, 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 : Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er ! [cramps, Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thon tak'st from me. When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st give me Than bees that made them. Cal. Water with berries in't; and teach me how Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou 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. (Aside.) 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. So, slave, hence! [Exit Caliban. Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following him. ARIEL'S Song. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd, (The wild waves whist,) |