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ALONSO, King of Naples.
PROSPERO, the rightful Duke of Milan.
ANTONIO, his brother, the usurping Duke of Milan.
FERDINAND, Son to the King of Naples.
CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave.
STEPHANO, a drunken Butler.
Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
SCENE I.-On a ship at sea. A Storm with thunder and lightning. Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain.
Boats. Here, master: what cheer? Master. Good: Speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit.
Boa's. 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!
| MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero.
ARIEL, an airy Spirit.
[Exit. Gom. I have great comfort from this fellow methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him: his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good at to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny Readily.
a Present instant.
Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt
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.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Exit. 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 Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio. would fain die à dry death. [Exit. I pray thee, mark me,--that a brother should SCENE II.-The island: before the cell of PROS-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 wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleDost thou attend me?
PERO. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.
O, woe the day!
More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. Pro. 'Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; [Lays down his mantle. Lie there, my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
For thou must now know further.
I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not
Certainly, sir, I can.
O, my heart bleeds
O good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
To credit his own lie,--he did believe
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. With all prerogative:-Hence his ambition
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Mira. 'Tis far off, And rather like a dream than an assurance, That my remembrance warrants: had 1 not 'Four or five women once, that tended me? Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how is it, 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.
But that I do not.
Pro. Twelve years since,
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
Sir, most heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant sus,
Or else new-form'd them: having both the key
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
I pray thee mark me.
O the heavens!
If this might be a brother.
Alack, for pity!
Were most impertinent.
Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?
(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
Alack! what trouble
Was I then to you!
Not a soul
Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe!
O! a cherubim
Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst The king's son I have landed by himself;
Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, And all the rest o' the fleet?
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
How came we ashore?
Out of his charity (who being then appointed
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnished me,
'Would I might
But ever see that man!
Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now I
A most auspicious star; whose influence
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
Yea, his dread trident shake.
Why, that's my spirit
Safely in harbor
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd
Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me
How now? moʊdy?
What is't thou canst demand?
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail!
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task
Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
Ari. To every article.
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
The minutest article.
Pro. Thou dost; and think'st
Thou hast where was she born? speak; tell me.
Ari. Sir, in Argier.
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with
And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, 1 Bustle, tumult. 9 Bermudas. 3 Wave. • Algiers.
And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
all the charms
As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant:
As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island
Yes; Caliban her son.
Pro. Dull 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.
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.
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
"Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on.
But, as 'tis,
Cal. Within.] There's wood enough within.
Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph.
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!
Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have
Side-stiches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
Thou strok dst me, and mad'st much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee ■ Corimands.
Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have us
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee
Cal. O ho, ho!-would it had been done!
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
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
As we have, such: This gallant which thou seest,
A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,
I might call him
It goes on,
[Aside. As my soul prompts it:- Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee
Within two days for this.
No wonder, sir;
But, certainly a maid.
Alack, for mercy!
And his brave son being twain.
The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control thee, If now 'twere fit to do't:- At the first sight
They have chang'd eyes:- Delicate Ariel,
That e'er I sighed for: pity move my father
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Aside.
The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself
No, as I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair an house,
I will resist such entertainment, till
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
What, I say,
My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy conscience
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy wards;
Beseech you, father!
I'll be his surety.
Silence: one word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he
My father's of a better nature, sir,
Thou shalt be as free
To the syllable.
SCENE I.- Another part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.
Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit;
Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause By and by it will strike. (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss: our hint of woe
common; every day some sailor's wife,
Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offered,
Comes to the entertainer
The masters of some merchant, and the merchant,
Gon. Dolor comes to him, indeed; you havə spoken truer than you purposed.