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Ant. Let's all sink with the king. (Erit. In the dark backward and abysm3 of time?
(Erit. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of How thou cam’st here, thou may'st. sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown Mira.
But that I do not. furze, any thing: the wills above be done! but I Pro. Twelve years since, would fain die a dry death.
(Exit. Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was
The duke of Milan, and a prince of power. SCENE II.—The island: before the cell of Mira. Sir, are not you my father?
Prospero. Enter Prospero and Miranda. Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have She said—thou wast my daughter; and thy father Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
Was duke of Milan; and his only heir The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
A princess ;-no worse issued.
Mira. But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
0, the heavens ! Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
Or blessed was't we did ? With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Pro. Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her,
Both, both, my girl: Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd.
But blessedly holp hither.
Mira. Had I been any god of power, I would
O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen4 that I have turn'd you to, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er! It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
Which is from my remembrance! Please you further.
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio, The freighting souls within her. Pro.
Be collected ;
pray thee, mark me,—that a brother should No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
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,
No harm. Through all the signiories it was the first, I have done nothing but in care of thee,
And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Without a parallel ; those being all my study, Of whence I am; nor that I am more better
The government I cast upon my brother, Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And to my state grew stranger, being transported, And thy no greater father.
And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle
Dost thou attend me? Mira.
More to know
Mira. Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Sir, most heedfully. Pro.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom And pluck my magic garment from me.-So;
To trashs for over-topping ; new created (Lays down his mantle. The creatures that were mine; I say or chang'd Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have
Or else new form'd them: having both the key The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'al of officer and office, set all hearts The very virtue of compassion in thee,
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was I have with such provision in mine art
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, So safely order'd, that there is no soul
And suck'd my verdure out on't.— Thou attend'st
not: No, not so much perdition as a hair, Betid to any creature in the vessel
I pray thee, mark me.
O good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate For thou must now know further.
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind Mira.
You have often
With that, which, but by being so retir'd, Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother, And left me to a bootless inquisition;
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, Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember
A confidence sans6 bound. He being thus lorded, A time before we came unto this cell?
Not only with what my revenue yielded, I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not
But what my power might else exact, like one, Out2 three years old.
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
He was the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty, Mira.
'Tis far off;
With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition And rather like a dream than an assurance
Growing; -Dost hear? That
Mira. my remembrance warrants: bad I not
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness Four or five women once, that tended me?
Pro. To have no screen between this part he Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how is it,
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
Absolute Milan: me, poor man!-my library
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties | From my own library, with volumes that
dukedom. (So dryl he was for sway) with the king of Naples, Mira.
'Would I might To give him annual tribute, do him homage; But ever see that man! Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
Now I arise : The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan!) Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. To nuost ignoble stooping.
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here Mira.
O the heavens ! Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then || Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. If this might be a brother.
Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, 1 Mira. I should sin
pray you, sir, To think but nobly of my grandmother: (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason Good wombs have borne bad sons.
For raising this sea-storm?
Know thus far forth. This king of Naples, being an enemy
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Which was, that he in lieu2 oʻthe premises, Brought to this shore: and by my prescience Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, - I find my zenith doth depend upon Should presently extirpate me and mine
A most auspicious star; whose influence Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes With all the honours, on my brother: whereon, Willever after droop.—Here cease more questions A treacherous army levied, one midnight Thou art inclin’d to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
And give it way ;-—I know thou canst not choose. — The gates of Milan ; and, i' the dead of darkness,
(Miranda sleeps. The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Me, and thy crying self.
Approach, my Ariel ; come.
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I
Hear a little further, To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
Ariel, and all his quality.
Hast thou, spirit, That hour destroy us?
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Pro.
Well demanded, wench; Ari. To every article. My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst || I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set I fam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide, A mark so bloody on the business ; but
And burn in many places ; on the top-mast, With colours fairer painted their foul ends. The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly; In few, they hurried us aboard a bark ;
Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the preBore us some leagues to sea; where they prepard A rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd,
O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Nor tackle, sail, nor st; the very rats
And sight-outrunning were not : the fire, and cracks Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune To cry to the sea that roar'd to us ; to sigh Seemd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble; To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Yea, his dread trident shake. Did us but loving wrong.
My brave spirit! Mira.
Alack! what trouble Who was so firm, so constant, that this coili
Would not infect his reason?
Not a soul
Some tricks of desperation : all, but mariners, When I have deck’d! the sea with drops full salt; Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, An undergoing stomach,s to bear up
With hair upstaring (then like reeds, not hair,) Against what should ensue.
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, Mira,
How came we ashore? | And all the devils are here. Pro. By Providence divine.
Why, that's my spirit! Some food we had, and some fresh water, that But was not this nigh shore? A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Close by, my master. Out of his charity (who being then appointed Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Master of this design,) did give us, with
Not a hair perislid; Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle- || But fresher than before : and, as thou bad'st me, ness,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle: Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, The king's son have I landed by himself; (1) Thirsty. (2) Consideration. (3) Suggestion. (6) The minutest article. (7) Bustle, tumult (4) Sprinkled. '(5) Stubborn resolution.
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands, In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, His arms in this sad knot.
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain Ari.
Safely in harbour A dozen years; within which space she died, Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
groans, From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid : || As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island The mariners all under hatches stowed;
(Save for the son that she did litter here, Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd la- A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with bour,
A human shape. I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet, Ari.
Yes; Caliban, her son. Which I dispers'd, they all have met again; Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, And are upon the Mediterranean flote?,
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st Bound sadly home for Naples;
What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck’d, Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts And his great person perish.
Of ever angry bears: it was a torment Pro.
Ariel, thy charge To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work : Could not again undo; it was mine art, What is the time o' the day?
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape Ari.
Past the mid season. The pine, and let thee out. Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twist six Ari.
I thank thee, master.
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, Must by us both be spent most preciously. And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give Thou hast howld away twelve winters. me pains,
And do my spiriting gently.
How now? moody?
Do so; and after two days What is't thou canst demand?
I will discharge thee. Ari.
That's my noble master! Pro. Before the time be out? no more. What shall I do? say what: what shall I do? Ari.
Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea; Remember, 1 have done thee worthy service; Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, servid To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst pro-|| And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.
(Exit Ariel. To bate me a full year.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Pro. Dost thou forget
Awake! From what a torment I did free thee?
Mira. The strangeness of your story put Ari.
No. Heaviness in me. Pro. Thou dost; and think'st
Shake it off: come on;
Yields us kind answer.
'Tis a villain, sir, When it is bak'd with frost.
I do not love to look on.
I do not, sir.
But, as 'tis, Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou | We cannot misss him: he does make our lire, forgot
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices
Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. Pro.
Thou hast: where was shc born ? Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business speak; tell me.
for thee; Ari. Sir, in Argier.3
Come forth, thou tortoise! when? Pro.
O, was she so? I must,
Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph.
Hark in thine ear.
Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Erit. Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did,
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil
himself They would not take her life. Is not this true? Ari. Ay, sir.
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought
Enter Caliban. with child, And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant : With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, (1) Bermudas.
(3) Algiers. (4) Commands. (5) Do without
And blister you all o'er!
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd, Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have
(The wild waves whist3)
Foot it featly here and there ;
Bur. Bowgb, wowgh. [dispersebly. As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging
The watch-dogs bark: Than bees that made them.
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. [di: persedly. Cal. I must eat my dinner.
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticlere,
Fer. Where should this music be ? i' the air, or Water with berries in't; and teach me how
the earth? To name the bigger light, and how the less, It sounds no more :—and sure, it waits upon That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, | Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and This music crept by me upon the waters ; fertile;
Allaying both their fury, and my passion, Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Or it hath drawn me rather :-But 'uis gone. For I am all the subjects that you have,
No, it begins again.
Full fathom five thy father lies ;
Of his bones are coral made ; Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I have Those are pearls that were his eyes: us'd thee,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
(Burden, ding-dong. This isle with Calibans. Pro.
Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd
father:Which any print of goodness will not take,
This is no mortal business, nor no sound Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each That the earth owes : 4–1 hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, hour
And say, what thou seest yond'. One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
What is't? a spirit? Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes It carries a brave form :-But 'tis a spirit. With words that made them known: But thy vile
Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath, race,
such senses Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good | As we have, such: this gallant which thou seest natures
Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
call him Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't||And strays about to find them.
A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows, Is, I know how to curse: the red plague ride you, Mira.
I might call him For learning me your language!
A thing divine ; for nothing natural Pro.
I ever saw so noble.
(Aside To answer other business. Shrug’st thou, malice ? || As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly
thee What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps : || Within two days for this. Fill all thy bones with aches: make thee roar,
Most sure, the goddess That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
On whom these airs attend !- Vouchsafe my prayer Cal. No, 'pray thee ! I must obey: his art is of such power,
May know, if you remain upon this island ;
(Aside. And that you will some good instruction give, It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
How I may bear me here: my prime request, And make a vassal of him.
Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! Pro.
So, slave; hence!
If you be maid, or no?
No wonder, sir;
My language? heavens !
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.
How! the best? And then take hands :
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee! (1) Fairies. (2) Destroy.
(3) Sull, silent.
Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders Pro.
Come on; obey : To hear thee speak of Naples : he does hear me;
To Ferd. And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Thy nerves are in their infancy again, Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld And have no vigour in them. The king my father wreck'd.
So they are : Mira.
Alack, for mercy! My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Milan,
The wteck of all my friends, or this man's threats, And his brave son, being twain.
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Pro.
The duke of Milan, Might I but through my prison, once a day, And his more braver daughter, could controll thee, Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth If now it were fit to do't.-At the first sight Let liberty make use of; space enough
(Aside. Have I in such a prison. They have chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel,
It works :-Come on.I'll set thee free for this !-A word, good sir ; Thou hast done well, fine Ariel !-Follow me. I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
[To Ferd. and Mira. Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To Ariel. Is the third man that ere I saw ; the first
Be of comfort, That ere I sigh'd for: pity move my father My father's of a better nature, sir, To be inclin'd my way!
Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Fer. O, if a virgin,
Which now came from him. And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Pro.
Thou shalt be as free The queen of Naples.
As mountain winds : but then exactly do Pro.
Soft, sir; one word more.- All points of my command. They are both in either's powers: but this swift Ari.
To the syllable. business
Pro. Come, follow : speak not for him. (Exeunt. I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [.A side. Make the prize light.—One word more ; I charge
SCENE I. - Another part of the island. Enter
Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a
Francisco, and others. temple : It the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have Good things will strive to dwell with 't. Pro.
Follow me.- (To Ferd. (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor.-Come. Is much beyond our loss : our hint of wo I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks, Have just our theme of wo: but for the miracle, Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
I mean our preservation, few in millions Fer.
Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh I will resist such entertainment, till
Our sorrow with our comfort. Mine enemy has more power.
(He draws. Alon. Mira,
O dear father,
Seb. He receives comfort like cuid porridge. Make not too rash a trial of him, for
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. He's gentle, and not fearful.2
Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; Pro.
What, I say, by and by it will strike.
Gon. Whenevery grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd,
A dollar. And make thy weapon drop.
Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have Mira.
Beseech you, father ! || spoken truer than you proposed. Pro. Hence ; hang not on my garments. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you Mira.
Sir, have pity; should.
Gon. Therefore, my lord, -
Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue !
Gon. Well, I have done: but yet Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes as he, Seb. He will be talking. Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench! Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good To the most of men this is a Caliban,
first begins to crow? And they to him are angels.
Seb. The old cock.
My affections Ant. The cockrel.
Ant. A laughter.
Seb. A match. (1) Confute. (2) Frightful.
Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,