ACT IV

Sc. I

TRIN. O-ho, monster! we know what
we know what belongs to a
frippery. O King Stephano!

STE. Put off that gown, Trinculo. By this hand, I'll

have that gown.

TRIN. Thy Grace shall have it.

CAL. The dropsy drown this fool!

what do you mean,

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To dote thus on such luggage? Let's along,

And do the murder first! if he awake,

From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches ;
Make us strange stuff.

STE. Be you quiet, monster. Mistress Line, is not this
my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now,
jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald
jerkin.

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TRIN. Do, do: we steal by line and level, and 't like
your Grace.
STE. I thank thee for that jest: here's a garment for 't:
wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am King of this
country. Steal by line and level is an excellent pass
of pate:1 there's another garment for 't.

TRIN. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers,
and away with the rest.

CAL. I will have none on 't: we shall lose our time,

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And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes

With foreheads villainous low.

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STE. Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out

of my kingdom. Go to; carry this.

TRIN. And this.

STE. Ay, and this.

A noise of Hunters heard.

Enter divers Spirits in

shape of Dogs and Hounds, and hunt them about: PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on.

PRO. Hey, Mountain, hey!

ARI. Silver! there it goes, Silver!

PRO. Fury! Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!
Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints

With dry convulsions; shorten up

1 witticism.

their sinews

2 barnacle geese.

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them,

Than pard or cat o' mountain.

ARI.

Hark, they roar.

PRO. Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
Lies at my mercy all mine enemies :
Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou

Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little

Follow, and do me service.

ACT V

[exeunt.

SCENE I

Enter PROSPERO (in his Magic robes) and ARIEL.

PRO. Now does my project gather to a head:

My charms crack not; my Spirits obey; and Time Goes upright with his carriage." How's the day? ARI. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease.

PRO.

I did say so,

When first I rais'd the Tempest. Say, my Spirit,

How fares the King and his followers?

ARI. Confin'd together

cell:

In the same fashion as you gave in charge;
Just as you left them, all prisoners, Sir,
In the line grove which weather-fends your
They cannot budge, till your release. The King,
His brother, and your's, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,

Brim-full of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly

.IO

Him that you term'd, Sir, The good old Lord, Gonzalo ;
His tears run down his beard like winter's drops

From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em
That, if you now beheld them, your affections

Would become tender.

PRO.

Dost thou think so, Spirit?

ARI. Mine would, Sir, were I human.

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Sc. I

And mine shall.

Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions? and shall not myself,

One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,

Passion1 as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,

Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury

Do I take part. The rarer action is

In virtue than in vengeance:-They being penitent,

The sole drift of my purpose doth extend

Not a frown further. Go, release them, Ariel;
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And they shall be themselves.

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ARI.
I'll fetch them, Sir. [exit.
PRO. Ye Elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves,
And Ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him
When he comes back; you demy-Puppets that
By moon-shine do the green, sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and You, whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrumps; that rejoice
To hear the solemn Curfew; by whose aid
(Weak Masters though ye be) I have be-dimm'd
The noon-tide Sun, call'd forth the mutinous Winds,
And 'twixt the green Sea and the azur'd Vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling Thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout Oak
With his own Bolt: the strong-bas'd Promontory
Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up
The Pine and Cedar. Graves at my command
Have wak'd their sleepers; op'd, and let 'em forth
By my so potent Art. But this rough Magic
I here abjure; and, when I have requir'd
Some heavenly music (which even now I do),
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my Staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my Book.

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[Solemn music.

1 suffer.

Re-enter ARIEL before: then ALONSO, with a frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: They all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks:

A solemn air, and the best comforter

To an unsettled fancy, cure the brains,

Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
For you are spell-stopp'd.-

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, ev'n sociable to the show of thine,

Fall fellowly drops.-The charm dissolves apace:
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason.-O good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir

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To him thou follow'st: I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed.-Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;
Thou 'rt pinch'd for 't now, Sebastian.--Flesh and blood,
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorse and nature; who with Sebastian
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong)
Would here have kill'd your King: I do forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art!-Their understanding
Begins to swell; and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,

That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them,
That yet looks on me, would know me. Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;

I will dis-case me, and myself present

As I was sometime Milan.-Quickly, Spirit:
Thou shalt ere long be free.

ARIEL sings, and helps to attire him.
ARI. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie:

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ACT V

Sc. I

There I couch, when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly,

After1 summer, merrily.

Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

PRO. Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee,
But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so-
To the King's ship, invisible as thou art:
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep

Under the hatches; the Master, and the Boatswain,
Being awake, enforce them to this place;

And presently, I pr'ythee.

ARI. I drink the air before me and return

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[Exit ARIEL.

Or e'er your pulse twice beat.
GON. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement
Inhabits here. Some heavenly power guide us
Out of this fearful country!

PRO.
Behold, Sir King,
The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:
For more assurance that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body,
And to thee and thy company I bid

A hearty welcome.

ALON.

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Whe'r thou be'st he, or no,

Or some enchanted trifle3 to abuse me,

As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse

Beats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,

The affliction of my mind amends, with which,

I fear, a madness held me. This must crave

(An if this be at all) a most strange story.

Thy Dukedom I resign; and do entreat

Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should
Prospero

Be living, and be here?