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.

Boats. I pray now, keep below.

A'. Where is the master, boatswain?

Boar Do you not hear him? You mar our abor keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.

Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabins: silence: Trouble us not.

Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast board.

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 hanu 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 hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our way, I say.

[Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow; methinks 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 Readily.

a Present instant.

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 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, uncharitable dog!

Boats. Work you, then.

noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent 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 twe 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? Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist them,

For our case is as theirs.

Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by
drunkards.-
'Would thou mightst

This wide-chapped rascal;-
lie drowning
The washing of ten tides!

Gon. He'll be hanged yet, Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glut him. [A confused noise within.] Mercy on us!-We split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children!Farewell, brother -We split, we split, we split.• Absolutely.

Incontinent.

[Exit. Ant. Let's all sink with the king. Exit. 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 [Exit. would fain die a dry death. SCENE II.-The island: before the cell of PROSPERO. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay thein: The sky, it seems, wou d pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Dash'd all to pieces. 0, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd. Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The freighting souls within her. Be collected;

Pro.

No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, There's no harm done.

Mira. Pro.

O, woe the day!

No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, (Of thee, my dear one! thee my daughter!) who Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Of whence I am; nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father.

Mira.

More to know

Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Pro.

Mira.

ther.

Mira.

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant sus, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whorn To trash' for over-topping; new created

The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd

them,

Or else new-form'd them: having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts

To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
And suck'd my verdure out on't.--Thou attend'st

not:

O good sir, I do.

I pray thee mark me.
Mira.
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,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
But what my power might else exact.--like one
Who, having unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,

To credit his own lie,--he did believe
He was the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty,

Growing,-dost hear?
Mira.
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness
Pro. To have no screen between this part he
play'd

And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Absolute Milan: Me, poor man!-my library
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable: confederates
(So dry he was for sway) 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 most ignoble stooping.

Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me, If this might be a brother. I should sin Mira. To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons. Pro.

Now the condition. This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises,— Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,Should presently extirpate me and mine Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, With all the honors, on my brother. Whereon, A treacherous army levied, one midnight Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open The gates of Milan; and i' the dead of darkness, The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me, and thy crying self.

My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not;

(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colors fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,

Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carcass or a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
"'d us but loving wrong.

Mira.

Was I then to you!

Pro.

Alack! what trouble

O! a cherubim

Not a hair perish'd,

smile,

Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

When I have decked the sea with drops full salt;
Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up

Against what should ensue.

Mira.

How came we ashore ?

Pro. By Providence divine.
Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity (who being then appointed
Master of this design) did give us; with
Kich garments, linens, stuifs, and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle-

ness,

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnished me,
From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.

Mira.

But ever see that man!

Pro.

'Would I might

Now I arise:

Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
Have 1, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.

Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now I
pray you, sir,

(For still tis beating in my mind,) your reason
For raising this sea-storm?
Pro.

Know thus far forth.-
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies

Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon

A most auspicious star; whose influence

If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes

Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions;

Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way;-I know thou canst not choose.-
[MIRANDA sleeps.
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now:
Approach, my Ariel; come.

Safely in harbor
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 labor
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.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: What is the time o' the day? Ari.

Pro. At least two glasses: and now,

I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I damed amazement: Sometimes I'd divide,
And burn in inany places; on the top-mast,
The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the pre-

cursors

I do not, sir.

Ari.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou
forgot

The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy,
Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
Ari. No, sir.
Pro.
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 nianifold, 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.

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with

As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant :
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthly 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 honor'd with A human shape.

Ari.

Yes; Caliban her son.

I will be correspondent to command, And do my spriting gently.

Pro.

Do so; and after two days

I will discharge thee.
Ari.
That's my noble master!
What shall I do? say, what? what shall I do?
Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea;
Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible
To every eye-ball else. Go take this shape,
And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.

[Exit ARIEL. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me.

Pro.

Shake it off: Come on, We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never

Yields us kind answers.

Mira.

'Tis a villain, sir, But, as 'tis,

I do not love to look on.
Pro.
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices
That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban,
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. Within. There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say: there's other business

for thee:

And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and
fertile ;

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,

Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island.

Pro.

Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have us d thee,

Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee
In mine own cell, till thou did'st seek to violate
The honor of my child.

Cal. O ho, ho!-would it had been done!
Thou did'st 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,
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each

hour

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,

Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good

natures

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.

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 hare, and kiss'd,

(The wild waves whist)

Foot it featly here and there;

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Hark, hark!

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

The watch-dogs bark:

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

Hark, hark! I hear

[dispersedly.

[dispersedly

The strain of strutting chanticlere
Cry, cock-a-doodle-do.

Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or

the earth?

It sounds no more:- and sure, it waits upon Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air; thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather:-But 'tis gone." No it begins again.

ARIEL sings.

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls, that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,

But doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

Hark! now I hear them-ding-dong, bell

[Burden, ding-dong

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd