Gor. The king and printe at prayers! let us No, not fo much perdition as an hair,
allift them,
Betid to any creature in the vessel
For our cafe is as theirs.
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;
For thou must now know further. Mira. You have often
Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.
This wide-chopp'd rafcal ;-Would, thou might'ft lie drowning,
The washing of ten tides!"
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: The fky, it feems, would pour down ftinking pitch, But that the fea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dafhes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw fuffer! a brave veffel, Who had, no doubt, fome noble creatures in her, Dafh'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor fouls! they perifh'd. Had I been any god of power, I would Have funk the fea within the earth, or ere 4 It should the good fhip fo have fwallow'd, and The freighting fouls within her.
Pro. Be collected;
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, There's no harm done.
Mira. O, woe the day!
Pro. No harm.
The direful fpectacle of the wreck, which touch'd The very virtue of compaffion in thee, I have with fuch provifion in mine art So fafely ordered, that there is no foul-
Pro. Both, both, my girl:
By foul play, as thou fay'ft, were we heav'd thence; But bleffedly holp hither.
Mira. O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you
further.
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Anthonio,
I pray thee mark me,-that a brother should Be fo perfidious!-he whom, next thyfelf, Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put The manage of my ftate; as, at that time, Through all the figniories it was the first, And Profpero the prime duke; being fo reputed In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Without a parallel; thofe being all my study, The government I caft upon my brother, And to my ftate grew ftranger, being transported, And wrapp'd in fecret ftudies. Thy falfe uncle Doft thou attend me ?
Mira. Sir, moft heedfully.
Abfolutely. 2 Swallow. 6 Mingle.
3 Perhaps it fhould be ling, heath, &c. 4 Before. i. e. a very 8 Sorrow, grief, trouble.
7
Quite.
Pro.
Pre. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash for over-topping; new created ['em, The creatures that were mine; I fay, or chang'd Or elfe new form'd 'em ; having both the key Of officer and office, fet all hearts i' the state To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, [not. And fuck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'ft Mira. O good fir, I do.
Pro. I pray thee, mark me.
I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To clofeneis, and the bettering of my mind With that, which, but by being fo retir'd, O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Awak'd an evil nature: and my truft,
To credit his own lie,-he did believe
He was, indeed, the duke; out of the fubftitution, And executing the outward face of royalty, [ing,With all prerogative:-Hence his ambition growDoft thou hear?
Mira. Your tale, fir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no fcreen between this part he play'd And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Abfolute Milan: Me, poor man!--my library Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable: confederates, So 2 dry he was for fway, with the king of Naples To give him annual tribute, do him homage, Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan !) To moft ignoble stooping,
Mira. O the heavens !
Like a good parent, did beget of him A falfhood, in its contrary as great As my truft was; which had, indeed, no limit, A confidence fans bound. He being thus lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded, But what my power might elfe exact,-like one, Was I then to you! Who having unto truth, by telling of it, Made fuch a finner of his memory,
Pro. O a cherubim
[me,
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell
If this might be a brother.
Mira. I fhould fin
To think 3 but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have born bad ions.
Pro. Now the condition.
This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's fuit; Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises, Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, Should prefently extirpate me and mine Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon, A treacherous army levy'd, one mid-night Fated to the purpofe, did Anthonio open The gates of Milan; and, 'the dead of darkness, The minifters for the purpose hurried thence Me, and thy crying self.
That wrings mine eyes to 't. Pro. Hear a little further,
Mira. Alack, for pity!
I, not remembring how I cried out then, Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint 4,
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 deftroy us?
Pro. Well demanded, wench;
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durft not; (So dear the love my people bore me) nor fet A mark fo bloody on the business; but With colours fairer painted their foul ends. In few, they hurried us aboard a bark; Bore us fome leagues to fea; where they prepar'd A rotten carcafs of a boat, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, fail, nor maft; the very rats Inftinctively had quit it: there they hoift us To cry to the fea that roar'd to us; to figh To the winds, whose pity, fighing back again, Did us but loving wrong.
Mira. Alack! what trouble
Thou waft, that did preferve me! Thou didst smile, Infufed with a fortitude from heaven,
When I have 5 deck'd the sea with drops full falt ; Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me An undergoing ftomach, to bear up Against what should ensue.
Mira. How came we afhore?
Pro. By Providence divine.
Some food we had, and fome fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Out of his charity, who being then appointed Mafter of this defign, did give us; with Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Which fince have steaded much; so, of his gentleness, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, From my own library, with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. Mira. Would I might
But ever see that man !
Pro. Now, I arife:-
Sit ftill, and hear the laft of our fea-forrow. Here in this ifland we arriv'd; and here Have I, thy fchoolmaster, made thee more profit Than other princes can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not fo careful. [you, fir, Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray (For ftill 'tis beating in my mind) your reafon For raising this fea-storm?
Pro. Know thus far forth.
To trash, Warburton fays, is to cut away the fuperfluities. ✦ Suggestion. Covered. 6 i. e. a itubborn refolution,
B 2
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Brought to this fhore: and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A moft aufpicious ftar; whofe influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.-Here cease more questions ; Thou art inclin'd to fleep; 'tis a good dulness, And give it way:-I know, thou canst not choose→→ [Miranda fleepi
2 Thirsty. 3 Otherwife than,
Come
What is the time o' the day? Ari, Paft the mid feason.
Come away, fervant, come: I am ready now; Approach, my Ariel, come.
Enter Ariel.
Pro. Atleaft two glaffes: the time 'twixt fix and now,
Ari, All hail, great master! grave fir, hail! I come Muft by us both be fpent most preciously. To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, To fwim, to dive into the fire, to ride
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou doft give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou haft promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me.
On the curl'd clouds; to thy trong bidding, tafk Ariel, and all his quality.
Pro. How now, moody?
Pro. Haft thou, spirit,
What is 't thou canft demand?
I
Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bade thee?
Ari. My liberty.
Ari. To every article.
Pro. Before the time be out? No more.
I boarded the king's fhip; now on the beak, Now in the wafte, the deck, in every cabin, I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide, And burn in many places; on the top-maft, The yards, and bolt-sprit, would I flame diftinctly, Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precur- fors
O'the dreadfulthunder-clap, more momentary And fight-out-running were not: The fire, and cracks Of fulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake.
Pro. My brave fpirit!
Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coil Would not infect his reason?
Ari. Not a foul
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of defperation: All, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vellel, Then all a-fire with me: the king's fon, Ferdinand, With hair upstarting (then like reeds, not hair) Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.
Pro. Why, that's my fpirit! But was not this nigh fhore?
Ari. Close by, my mafter.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, fafe?
Ari. Not a hair perifh'd;
On their fuftaining garments not a blemish, But frether than before: and, as thou bad't me, In troops I have difpers'd them 'bout the ile: The king's fon have I landed by himself; Whom I left cooling of the air with fighs, In an odd angle of the ifle, and fitting, His arms in this fad knot.
Pro. Of the king's thip,
The mariners, fay how thou haft difpos'd, And all the rest o' the fleet?
Ari. I pray thee:
Remember, I have done thee worthy fervice; Told thee no lies, made thee.no miftakings, ferv'd Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didit promife To bate me a full year.
Pro. Doft thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?. Ari. No.
Pro.Thou doft; and think'ft it much to tread the ooze Of the falt deep;
To run upon the fharp wind of the north; To do me bufinefs in the veins o' the earth, When it is bak'd with froft.
Ari. I do not, fir.
Pro. Thou ly'it, malignant thing! Haft thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, Was grown into a hoop? haft thou forgot her? Ari. No, fir.
Pro. Thou haft: Where was the born? fpeak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier 4.
Pro. Oh, was the fo? I muft,
Once in a month, recount what thou haft been, Which thou forgett'ft. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, For mifchiefs manifold, and forceries terrible To enter human hearing, from Argier, Thou know'it, was banith'd; for one thing the did, They would not take her life: Is not this true? Ari. Ay, fir.
[child,
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with And here was left by the failors: Thou, my flave, A thou report'ft thyself, waft then her fervant: And, for thou watt a fpirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhor'd commands, Refufing her grand hetts, the did confine thee, By help of her more potent minifters, And in her moft unmitigable rage, Irto a cloven pine; within which rift Imprifon'd, thou didit painfully remain A dozen years; within which space fhe died, And left thee there; where thou didit vent thy groans, As faft as mill-wheels trike: Then was this ifland (Save for the fon that he did litter here,
A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with A human thape.
Airi Safely in harbour
Is the king's fhip; in the deep nook, where once Thou call'dit me up at midnight to fetch dew From the ftill-vex'd Bermoothes, there the's hid: The mariners all under hatches ftow'd; Whom, with a charm join'd to their fufter'd labour, I have left afleep: and for the reft o' the fleet, Which I difpers'd, they all have met again; And are upon the Mediterranean flote 3, Bound fadly home for Naples; Suppofing that they faw the king's ship wreck'd, And his great perfon perish.
Pro. Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:
I Performed to the minuteft article.
Ari. Yes; Caliban her fon.
Pro, Dull thing, I fay fo; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in fervice. Thou beit know'st What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breafts Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Could not again undo; it was mine art,
2 Bermudas. 3 Flote is wave. 4 Algiers
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape The pine, and let thee out.
Ari. I thank thee, mafter.
Pro. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an oak, For I am all the subjects that you have, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou haft howl'd away twelve winters. Ari. Pardon, master:
I will be correfpondent to command, And do my fpiriting gently.
Pro. Do fo; and after two days I will difcharge thee.
Ari. That's my noble master! What shall I do? fay what? what shall I do?
Pro. Go make thyfelf like to a nymph o' the fea; Be fubject to no fight but thine and mine; invifible To every eye-ball elfe. Go, take this shape, And hither come in it: go, hence, with diligence. [Exit Ariel Awake, dear heart, awake! thou haft flept well; Awake!
Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heavinefs in me.
Pro. Shake it off: Come on;
Enter Ariel like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear.
Ari. My lord, it shall be done. Pro. Thou poifonous flave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
Enter Caliban.
The fresh fprings, brine-pits, barren place, and fertile Curs'd be I, that I did fo!-All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
Cal. As wicked' dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a fouth-weit blow on ye, And blifter you all o'er!
[cramps,
Pro. For this, be fure, to-night thou shalt have Side-stitches that fhall pen thy breath up; urchins 2 Shall for that vaft of night 3 that they may work, All exercife on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more ftinging Than bees that made 'em.
We'll vifit Caliban, my flave, who never Yields us kind answer.
Mira. 'Tis a villain, fir,
I do not love to look on.
Pro. But, as 'tis,
We cannot mifs him: he does make our fire, Fetch in our wood; and ferves in offices That profit us. What ho! flave! Caliban! Thou earth, thou! speak.
Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I fay; there's other bufinefs for Fetch us in fewel, and be quick; thou wert best, Come, thou tortoife! when?
[thee: To anfwer other bufinefs. Shrug'ft thou, malice If thou neglect'ft, or doft unwillingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, [Exit. That beafts fhall tremble at thy din.
Cal. No, pray thee!
I must obey; his art is of fuch power, It would controul my dam's god Setebos, And make a vaffal of him.
Pro. So, flave; hence!
Cal. I muft eat my dinner.
This ifland's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'il from me, When thou cameft first, Thou stroak'uft me, and mad'it much of me; wouldit give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the lefs, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, And fhew'd thee all the qualities o' the ifle,
Who firft was mine own king: and here you fty me. In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest of the island.
Pro. Thou moft lying flave,
[thee, Whom ftripes may move, not kindnefs; I have us'd Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell, till thou didst feek to violate The honour of my child.
Cal. Oh ho, oh ho!--wou'd it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled elfe This ifle with Calibans.
Pro. Abhorred flave,
Which any print of goodness will not ta' e, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, [hour Took pains to make thee fpeak, taught thee each One thing or other: when thou didst not, favage, Know thy own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing more brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known: But thy vild race 4
Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which good
natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou Defervedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadit deferv'd more than a prison.
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curfe: the red plague 5 rid you, For learning me your language! Pro. Hag-feed, hence!
[Exit Caliban.
Enter Ferdinand at the remoteft part of the flage, and Ariel invifible, playing and finging.
Ariel's Song. Come unto thefe yellow fands,
And then take bands:
Court fed when you have, and kifs'd, (The wild waves whift 7) Foot it featly here and there; And, feet fprites, the burden bear. Hark, bark!
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.
[difperfedly.
[difperfedly.
The watch-dogs bark: Bar. Bowgh, wowgh.
Hark, bark! I hear The firain of frutting Chanticlere Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.
! Baneful.
2 Perhaps put here for fairies.
4 Race, in this place, feems to fignify original difpofition, inborn qualities • We learn from Magellan's voyage, that Setebos was the fupreme God of the Patagons. 7 Silent. B 3
3 The dead wafte, or middle of the night. 5 The eryfipclas.
Fir.
Fer. Where fhould this mufic be? i'the air, or the It founds no more: and fure, it waits upon [earth? Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This mufic crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my paffion, With its fweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather:-But 'tis gone. No, it begins again.
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Ariel's Song. Full fathom five thy father lies, Of bis bones are coral made; Thoje are pearls, that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth fuffer a fea-change, Into fomething rich and frange. Sea-nymphs bourly ring his knell. Hark, now I hear them,-ding-dong bell. [Burden, ding-dong. Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd fa- They are both in either's powers: but this swift This is no mortal bufinefs, nor no found [ther:-1
Pro. Soft, fir; one word more.
business
I muft uneafy make, left too light winning
That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And fay, what thou feeft yond'.
Mira. What is't? a fpirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, fir, It carries a brave form:-But 'tis a fpirit.
Pro. No, wench; it eats, and fleeps, hath fuch fenses
As we have, fuch: This gallant, which thou feeft, Was in the wreck; and, but he's fomething stain'd With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'ft call him
A goodly perfon: he hath loft his fellows, And strays about to find them.
Mira. I might call him
A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever faw fo noble.
Pro. It goes on, I fee, [Afide.] [free thee As my foul prompts it:-Spirit, fine fpirit, I'll Within two days for this.
Fer. Moft fure, the goddess On whom thefe airs attend!
Mira. Alack, for mercy!
[of Milan, Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke And his brave fon, being twain.
prayer May know, if you remain upon this island; And that you will fome good instruction give, How I may bear me here: My prime request, Which I do laft pronounce, is, O you wonder! If you be maid, or no?
Mira, No wonder, fir;
But, certainly a maid.
Fer. My language! heavens !
I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis fpoken.
Pro. How! the best?
;
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee?| Fer. A fingle thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples: He does hear me And that he does, I weep: myfelf am Naples ; Who with mine eyes, ne'er fince at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd.
Pro. The duke of Milan,
And his more braver daughter, could controul2 thee, If now 'twere fit to do't:- -At the first fight [Afide to Ariel.
They have chang'd eyes:-Delicate Ariel, I'll fet thee free for this.A word, good fir;
I fear you have done yourself fome wrong: a word-
That thou attend me: thou doft here ufurp The name thou ow'ft not; and haft put thyself and Upon this island, as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on't.
Fer. No, as I am a man.
Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a temple :
If the ill fpirit have so fair an house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't. Pro. [To Ferd.] Follow me.-
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come, I'll manacle thy neck and feet together: Sea-water fhalt thou drink, thy food shall be The fresh-brook muffels, wither'd roots, and husks Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.
Fer. No;
I will refift fuch entertainment, till
-Vouchfafe, my Mine enemy has more power. Mira. O dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle, and not fearful 3. Pro. What, I fay,
Mira. Why speaks my father fo ungently? This Is the third man that I e'er faw; the first, That e'er I figh'd for: pity, move my father To be inclin'd my way!
Fer. O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples.
[Afide. Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge thee,
My foot my tutor?-Put thy fword up, traitor; Who mak'ft a fhew, but dar'ft not strike, thy confcience
Is fo poffefs'd with guilt: come from thy ward; For I can here difarm thee with this stick, And make thy weapon drop.
Mira. Befeech you, father!
Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments, Mira. Sir, have pity;
I'll be his furety.
Pro. Silence: one word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee.- What,
| An advocate for an impoftor? hush!
fignifies here, as in many other places of our author's plays, to own. 2 Confute thee.
Thou
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