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<span id = 279 ></span><span id = 281 ><br /><br /><p>SCENE I. On a ship at sea, a tempestuous noise</p><a>of thunder and lightning heard.</a><br /><p><i>Enter a Master and a Boatswain</i></p><a>Master</a><br /><a>Boatswain!</a><br /><a><br />Boatswain</a><br /><a>Here, master: what cheer?</a><br /><a><br />Master</a><br /><a>Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely,</a><br /><a>or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.</a><br /><p><i>Exit</i></p><p><i>Enter Mariners</i></p><a>Boatswain</a><br /><a>Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts!</a><br /><a>yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the</a><br /><a>master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind,</a><br /><a>if room enough!</a><br /><p><i>Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO, and others</i></p><a>ALONSO</a><br /><a>Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master?</a><br /><a>Play the men.</a><br /><a><br />Boatswain</a><br /><a>I pray now, keep below.</a><br /><a><br />ANTONIO</a><br /><a>Where is the master, boatswain?</a><br /><a><br />Boatswain</a><br /><a>Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your</a><br /><a>cabins: you do assist the storm.</a><br /><a><br />GONZALO</a><br /><a>Nay, good, be patient.</a><br /><a><br />Boatswain</a><br /><a>When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers</a><br /><a>for the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not.</a><br /><a><br />GONZALO</a><br /><a>Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.</a><br /><a><br />Boatswain</a><br /><a>None that I more love than myself. You are a</a><br /><a>counsellor; if you can command these elements to</a><br /><a>silence, and work the peace of the present, we will</a><br /><a>not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you</a><br /><a>cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make</a><br /><a>yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of</a><br /><a>the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts! Out</a><br /><a>of our way, I say.</a><br /><p><i>Exit</i></p><a>GONZALO</a><br /><a>I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he</a><br /><a>hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is</a><br /><a>perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his</a><br /><a>hanging: make the rope of his destiny our cable,</a><br /><a>for our own doth little advantage. If he be not</a><br /><a>born to be hanged, our case is miserable.</a><br /><p><i>Exeunt</i></p><p><i>Re-enter Boatswain</i></p><a>Boatswain</a><br /><a>Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring</a><br /><a>her to try with main-course.</a><br /><p><i>A cry within</i></p><a>A plague upon this howling! they are louder than</a><br /><a>the weather or our office.</a><br /><p><i>Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO</i></p><a>Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er</a><br /><a>and drown? Have you a mind to sink?</a><br /><a><br />SEBASTIAN</a><br /><a>A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous,</a><br /><a>incharitable dog!</a><br /><a><br />Boatswain</a><br /><a>Work you then.</a><br /><a><br />ANTONIO</a><br /><a>Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!</a><br /><a>We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.</a><br /><a><br />GONZALO</a><br /><a>I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were</a><br /><a>no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an</a><br /><a>unstanched wench.</a><br /><a><br />Boatswain</a><br /><a>Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off to</a><br /><a>sea again; lay her off.</a><br /><p><i>Enter Mariners wet</i></p><a>Mariners</a><br /><a>All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!</a><br /><a><br />Boatswain</a><br /><a>What, must our mouths be cold?</a><br /><a><br />GONZALO</a><br /><a>The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them,</a><br /><a>For our case is as theirs.</a><br /><a><br />SEBASTIAN</a><br /><a>I'm out of patience.</a><br /><a><br />ANTONIO</a><br /><a>We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:</a><br /><a>This wide-chapp'd rascal--would thou mightst lie drowning</a><br /><a>The washing of ten tides!</a><br /><a><br />GONZALO</a><br /><a>He'll be hang'd yet,</a><br /><a>Though every drop of water swear against it</a><br /><a>And gape at widest to glut him.</a><br /><p><i>A confused noise within: 'Mercy on us!'-- 'We split, wesplit!'--'Farewell, my wife and children!'-- 'Farewell, brother!'--'Wesplit, we split, we split!'</i></p><a>ANTONIO</a><br /><a>Let's all sink with the king.</a><br /><a><br />SEBASTIAN</a><br /><a>Let's take leave of him.</a><br /><p><i>Exeunt ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN</i></p><a>GONZALO</a><br /><a>Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an</a><br /><a>acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any</a><br /><a>thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain</a><br /><a>die a dry death.</a><br /><p><i>Exeunt</i></p><br /></span><span id = 284 >SCENE II. The island, before Prospero's cell.<i>Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA</i><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>If by your art, my dearest father, you have</a><br /><a>Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.</a><br /><a>The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,</a><br /><a>But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,</a><br /><a>Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered</a><br /><a>With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,</a><br /><a>Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,</a><br /><a>Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock</a><br /><a>Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.</a><br /><a>Had I been any god of power, I would</a><br /><a>Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere</a><br /><a>It should the good ship so have swallow'd and</a><br /><a>The fraughting souls within her.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Be collected:</a><br /><a>No more amazement: tell your piteous heart</a><br /><a>There's no harm done.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>O, woe the day!</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>No harm.</a><br /><a>I have done nothing but in care of thee,</a><br /><a>Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who</a><br /><a>Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing</a><br /><a>Of whence I am, nor that I am more better</a><br /><a>Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,</a><br /><a>And thy no greater father.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>More to know</a><br /><a>Did never meddle with my thoughts.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>'Tis time</a><br /><a>I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,</a><br /><a>And pluck my magic garment from me. So:</a><br /><p><i>Lays down his mantle</i></p><a>Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.</a><br /><a>The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd</a><br /><a>The very virtue of compassion in thee,</a><br /><a>I have with such provision in mine art</a><br /><a>So safely ordered that there is no soul--</a><br /><a>No, not so much perdition as an hair</a><br /><a>Betid to any creature in the vessel</a><br /><a>Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;</a><br /><a>For thou must now know farther.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>You have often</a><br /><a>Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd</a><br /><a>And left me to a bootless inquisition,</a><br /><a>Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>The hour's now come;</a><br /><a>The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;</a><br /><a>Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember</a><br /><a>A time before we came unto this cell?</a><br /><a>I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not</a><br /><a>Out three years old.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>Certainly, sir, I can.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>By what? by any other house or person?</a><br /><a>Of any thing the image tell me that</a><br /><a>Hath kept with thy remembrance.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>'Tis far off</a><br /><a>And rather like a dream than an assurance</a><br /><a>That my remembrance warrants. Had I not</a><br /><a>Four or five women once that tended me?</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it</a><br /><a>That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else</a><br /><a>In the dark backward and abysm of time?</a><br /><a>If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,</a><br /><a>How thou camest here thou mayst.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>But that I do not.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,</a><br /><a>Thy father was the Duke of Milan and</a><br /><a>A prince of power.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>                  Sir, are not you my father?</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and</a><br /><a>She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father</a><br /><a>Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir</a><br /><a>And princess no worse issued.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>O the heavens!</a><br /><a>What foul play had we, that we came from thence?</a><br /><a>Or blessed was't we did?</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Both, both, my girl:</a><br /><a>By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,</a><br /><a>But blessedly holp hither.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>O, my heart bleeds</a><br /><a>To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,</a><br /><a>Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio--</a><br /><a>I pray thee, mark me--that a brother should</a><br /><a>Be so perfidious!--he whom next thyself</a><br /><a>Of all the world I loved and to him put</a><br /><a>The manage of my state; as at that time</a><br /><a>Through all the signories it was the first</a><br /><a>And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed</a><br /><a>In dignity, and for the liberal arts</a><br /><a>Without a parallel; those being all my study,</a><br /><a>The government I cast upon my brother</a><br /><a>And to my state grew stranger, being transported</a><br /><a>And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle--</a><br /><a>Dost thou attend me?</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>Sir, most heedfully.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Being once perfected how to grant suits,</a><br /><a>How to deny them, who to advance and who</a><br /><a>To trash for over-topping, new created</a><br /><a>The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,</a><br /><a>Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key</a><br /><a>Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state</a><br /><a>To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was</a><br /><a>The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,</a><br /><a>And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>O, good sir, I do.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>                  I pray thee, mark me.</a><br /><a>I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated</a><br /><a>To closeness and the bettering of my mind</a><br /><a>With that which, but by being so retired,</a><br /><a>O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother</a><br /><a>Awaked an evil nature; and my trust,</a><br /><a>Like a good parent, did beget of him</a><br /><a>A falsehood in its contrary as great</a><br /><a>As my trust was; which had indeed no limit,</a><br /><a>A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,</a><br /><a>Not only with what my revenue yielded,</a><br /><a>But what my power might else exact, like one</a><br /><a>Who having into truth, by telling of it,</a><br /><a>Made such a sinner of his memory,</a><br /><a>To credit his own lie, he did believe</a><br /><a>He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution</a><br /><a>And executing the outward face of royalty,</a><br /><a>With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing--</a><br /><a>Dost thou hear?</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>                  Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>To have no screen between this part he play'd</a><br /><a>And him he play'd it for, he needs will be</a><br /><a>Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library</a><br /><a>Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties</a><br /><a>He thinks me now incapable; confederates--</a><br /><a>So dry he was for sway--wi' the King of Naples</a><br /><a>To give him annual tribute, do him homage,</a><br /><a>Subject his coronet to his crown and bend</a><br /><a>The dukedom yet unbow'd--alas, poor Milan!--</a><br /><a>To most ignoble stooping.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>O the heavens!</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Mark his condition and the event; then tell me</a><br /><a>If this might be a brother.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>I should sin</a><br /><a>To think but nobly of my grandmother:</a><br /><a>Good wombs have borne bad sons.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Now the condition.</a><br /><a>The King of Naples, being an enemy</a><br /><a>To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;</a><br /><a>Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises</a><br /><a>Of homage and I know not how much tribute,</a><br /><a>Should presently extirpate me and mine</a><br /><a>Out of the dukedom and confer fair Milan</a><br /><a>With all the honours on my brother: whereon,</a><br /><a>A treacherous army levied, one midnight</a><br /><a>Fated to the purpose did Antonio open</a><br /><a>The gates of Milan, and, i' the dead of darkness,</a><br /><a>The ministers for the purpose hurried thence</a><br /><a>Me and thy crying self.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>Alack, for pity!</a><br /><a>I, not remembering how I cried out then,</a><br /><a>Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint</a><br /><a>That wrings mine eyes to't.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Hear a little further</a><br /><a>And then I'll bring thee to the present business</a><br /><a>Which now's upon's; without the which this story</a><br /><a>Were most impertinent.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>Wherefore did they not</a><br /><a>That hour destroy us?</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Well demanded, wench:</a><br /><a>My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,</a><br /><a>So dear the love my people bore me, nor set</a><br /><a>A mark so bloody on the business, but</a><br /><a>With colours fairer painted their foul ends.</a><br /><a>In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,</a><br /><a>Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared</a><br /><a>A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,</a><br /><a>Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats</a><br /><a>Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,</a><br /><a>To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh</a><br /><a>To the winds whose pity, sighing back again,</a><br /><a>Did us but loving wrong.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>Alack, what trouble</a><br /><a>Was I then to you!</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>                  O, a cherubim</a><br /><a>Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile.</a><br /><a>Infused with a fortitude from heaven,</a><br /><a>When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,</a><br /><a>Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me</a><br /><a>An undergoing stomach, to bear up</a><br /><a>Against what should ensue.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>How came we ashore?</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>By Providence divine.</a><br /><a>Some food we had and some fresh water that</a><br /><a>A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,</a><br /><a>Out of his charity, being then appointed</a><br /><a>Master of this design, did give us, with</a><br /><a>Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,</a><br /><a>Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,</a><br /><a>Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me</a><br /><a>From mine own library with volumes that</a><br /><a>I prize above my dukedom.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>Would I might</a><br /><a>But ever see that man!</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Now I arise:</a><br /><p><i>Resumes his mantle</i></p><a>Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.</a><br /><a>Here in this island we arrived; and here</a><br /><a>Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit</a><br /><a>Than other princesses can that have more time</a><br /><a>For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,</a><br /><a>For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason</a><br /><a>For raising this sea-storm?</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Know thus far forth.</a><br /><a>By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,</a><br /><a>Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies</a><br /><a>Brought to this shore; and by my prescience</a><br /><a>I find my zenith doth depend upon</a><br /><a>A most auspicious star, whose influence</a><br /><a>If now I court not but omit, my fortunes</a><br /><a>Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions:</a><br /><a>Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,</a><br /><a>And give it way: I know thou canst not choose.</a><br /><p><i>MIRANDA sleeps</i></p><a>Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.</a><br /><a>Approach, my Ariel, come.</a><br /><p><i>Enter ARIEL</i></p><a>ARIEL</a><br /><a>All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come</a><br /><a>To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,</a><br /><a>To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride</a><br /><a>On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task</a><br /><a>Ariel and all his quality.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Hast thou, spirit,</a><br /><a>Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?</a><br /><a><br />ARIEL</a><br /><a>To every article.</a><br /><a>I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,</a><br /><a>Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,</a><br /><a>I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,</a><br /><a>And burn in many places; on the topmast,</a><br /><a>The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,</a><br /><a>Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors</a><br /><a>O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary</a><br /><a>And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks</a><br /><a>Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune</a><br /><a>Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,</a><br /><a>Yea, his dread trident shake.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>My brave spirit!</a><br /><a>Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil</a><br /><a>Would not infect his reason?</a><br /><a><br />ARIEL</a><br /><a>Not a soul</a><br /><a>But felt a fever of the mad and play'd</a><br /><a>Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners</a><br /><a>Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,</a><br /><a>Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,</a><br /><a>With hair up-staring,--then like reeds, not hair,--</a><br /><a>Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty</a><br /><a>And all the devils are here.'</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Why that's my spirit!</a><br /><a>But was not this nigh shore?</a><br /><a><br />ARIEL</a><br /><a>Close by, my master.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>But are they, Ariel, safe?</a><br /><a><br />ARIEL</a><br /><a>Not a hair perish'd;</a><br /><a>On their sustaining garments not a blemish,</a><br /><a>But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,</a><br /><a>In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.</a><br /><a>The king's son have I landed by himself;</a><br /><a>Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs</a><br /><a>In an odd angle of the isle and sitting,</a><br /><a>His arms in this sad knot.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Of the king's ship</a><br /><a>The mariners say how thou hast disposed</a><br /><a>And all the rest o' the fleet.</a><br /><a><br />ARIEL</a><br /><a>Safely in harbour</a><br /><a>Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once</a><br /><a>Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew</a><br /><a>From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:</a><br /><a>The mariners all under hatches stow'd;</a><br /><a>Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,</a><br /><a>I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet</a><br /><a>Which I dispersed, they all have met again</a><br /><a>And are upon the Mediterranean flote,</a><br /><a>Bound sadly home for Naples,</a><br /><a>Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd</a><br /><a>And his great person perish.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Ariel, thy charge</a><br /><a>Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work.</a><br /><a>What is the time o' the day?</a><br /><a><br />ARIEL</a><br /><a>Past the mid season.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now</a><br /><a>Must by us both be spent most preciously.</a><br /><a><br />ARIEL</a><br /><a>Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,</a><br /><a>Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,</a><br /><a>Which is not yet perform'd me.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>How now? moody?</a><br /><a>What is't thou canst demand?</a><br /><a><br />ARIEL</a><br /><a>My liberty.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Before the time be out? no more!</a><br /><a><br />ARIEL</a><br /><a>I prithee,</a><br /><a>Remember I have done thee worthy service;</a><br /><a>Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served</a><br /><a>Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise</a><br /><a>To bate me a full year.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Dost thou forget</a><br /><a>From what a torment I did free thee?</a><br /><a><br />ARIEL</a><br /><a>No.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze</a><br /><a>Of the salt deep,</a><br /><a>To run upon the sharp wind of the north,</a><br /><a>To do me business in the veins o' the earth</a><br /><a>When it is baked with frost.</a><br /><a><br />ARIEL</a><br /><a>I do not, sir.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot</a><br /><a>The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy</a><br /><a>Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?</a><br /><a><br />ARIEL</a><br /><a>No, sir.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>     Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.</a><br /><a><br />ARIEL</a><br /><a>Sir, in Argier.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>                  O, was she so? I must</a><br /><a>Once in a month recount what thou hast been,</a><br /><a>Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax,</a><br /><a>For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible</a><br /><a>To enter human hearing, from Argier,</a><br /><a>Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did</a><br /><a>They would not take her life. Is not this true?</a><br /><a><br />ARIEL</a><br /><a>Ay, sir.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child</a><br /><a>And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,</a><br /><a>As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant;</a><br /><a>And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate</a><br /><a>To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,</a><br /><a>Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,</a><br /><a>By help of her more potent ministers</a><br /><a>And in her most unmitigable rage,</a><br /><a>Into a cloven pine; within which rift</a><br /><a>Imprison'd thou didst painfully remain</a><br /><a>A dozen years; within which space she died</a><br /><a>And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans</a><br /><a>As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island--</a><br /><a>Save for the son that she did litter here,</a><br /><a>A freckled whelp hag-born--not honour'd with</a><br /><a>A human shape.</a><br /><a><br />ARIEL</a><br /><a>                  Yes, Caliban her son.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban</a><br /><a>Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st</a><br /><a>What torment I did find thee in; thy groans</a><br /><a>Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts</a><br /><a>Of ever angry bears: it was a torment</a><br /><a>To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax</a><br /><a>Could not again undo: it was mine art,</a><br /><a>When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape</a><br /><a>The pine and let thee out.</a><br /><a><br />ARIEL</a><br /><a>I thank thee, master.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak</a><br /><a>And peg thee in his knotty entrails till</a><br /><a>Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.</a><br /><a><br />ARIEL</a><br /><a>Pardon, master;</a><br /><a>I will be correspondent to command</a><br /><a>And do my spiriting gently.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Do so, and after two days</a><br /><a>I will discharge thee.</a><br /><a><br />ARIEL</a><br /><a>That's my noble master!</a><br /><a>What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject</a><br /><a>To no sight but thine and mine, invisible</a><br /><a>To every eyeball else. Go take this shape</a><br /><a>And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence!</a><br /><p><i>Exit ARIEL</i></p><a>Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>     The strangeness of your story put</a><br /><a>Heaviness in me.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>                  Shake it off. Come on;</a><br /><a>We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never</a><br /><a>Yields us kind answer.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>'Tis a villain, sir,</a><br /><a>I do not love to look on.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>But, as 'tis,</a><br /><a>We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,</a><br /><a>Fetch in our wood and serves in offices</a><br /><a>That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!</a><br /><a>Thou earth, thou! speak.</a><br /><a><br />CALIBAN</a><br /><a>[Within]  There's wood enough within.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:</a><br /><a>Come, thou tortoise! when?</a><br /><p><i>Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph</i></p><a>Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,</a><br /><a>Hark in thine ear.</a><br /><a><br />ARIEL</a><br /><a>                  My lord it shall be done.</a><br /><p><i>Exit</i></p><a>PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself</a><br /><a>Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!</a><br /><p><i>Enter CALIBAN</i></p><a>CALIBAN</a><br /><a>As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd</a><br /><a>With raven's feather from unwholesome fen</a><br /><a>Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye</a><br /><a>And blister you all o'er!</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,</a><br /><a>Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins</a><br /><a>Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,</a><br /><a>All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd</a><br /><a>As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging</a><br /><a>Than bees that made 'em.</a><br /><a><br />CALIBAN</a><br /><a>I must eat my dinner.</a><br /><a>This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,</a><br /><a>Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,</a><br /><a>Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me</a><br /><a>Water with berries in't, and teach me how</a><br /><a>To name the bigger light, and how the less,</a><br /><a>That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee</a><br /><a>And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,</a><br /><a>The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:</a><br /><a>Cursed be I that did so! All the charms</a><br /><a>Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!</a><br /><a>For I am all the subjects that you have,</a><br /><a>Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me</a><br /><a>In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me</a><br /><a>The rest o' the island.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Thou most lying slave,</a><br /><a>Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,</a><br /><a>Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee</a><br /><a>In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate</a><br /><a>The honour of my child.</a><br /><a><br />CALIBAN</a><br /><a>O ho, O ho! would't had been done!</a><br /><a>Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else</a><br /><a>This isle with Calibans.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Abhorred slave,</a><br /><a>Which any print of goodness wilt not take,</a><br /><a>Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,</a><br /><a>Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour</a><br /><a>One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,</a><br /><a>Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like</a><br /><a>A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes</a><br /><a>With words that made them known. But thy vile race,</a><br /><a>Though thou didst learn, had that in't which</a><br /><a>good natures</a><br /><a>Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou</a><br /><a>Deservedly confined into this rock,</a><br /><a>Who hadst deserved more than a prison.</a><br /><a><br />CALIBAN</a><br /><a>You taught me language; and my profit on't</a><br /><a>Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you</a><br /><a>For learning me your language!</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Hag-seed, hence!</a><br /><a>Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best,</a><br /><a>To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?</a><br /><a>If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly</a><br /><a>What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,</a><br /><a>Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar</a><br /><a>That beasts shall tremble at thy din.</a><br /><a><br />CALIBAN</a><br /><a>No, pray thee.</a><br /><p><i>Aside</i></p><a>I must obey: his art is of such power,</a><br /><a>It would control my dam's god, Setebos,</a><br /><a>and make a vassal of him.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>So, slave; hence!</a><br /><p><i>Exit CALIBAN</i></p><p><i>Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following</i></p><a>ARIEL'S song.</a><br /><a>Come unto these yellow sands,</a><br /><a>And then take hands:</a><br /><a>Courtsied when you have and kiss'd</a><br /><a>The wild waves whist,</a><br /><a>Foot it featly here and there;</a><br /><a>And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.</a><br /><a>Hark, hark!</a><br /><p><i>Burthen [dispersedly, within</i></p><a>The watch-dogs bark!</a><br /><p><i>Burthen Bow-wow</i></p><a>Hark, hark! I hear</a><br /><a>The strain of strutting chanticleer</a><br /><a>Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.</a><br /><a><br />FERDINAND</a><br /><a>Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth?</a><br /><a>It sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon</a><br /><a>Some god o' the island. Sitting on a bank,</a><br /><a>Weeping again the king my father's wreck,</a><br /><a>This music crept by me upon the waters,</a><br /><a>Allaying both their fury and my passion</a><br /><a>With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,</a><br /><a>Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone.</a><br /><a>No, it begins again.</a><br /><p><i>ARIEL sings</i></p><a>Full fathom five thy father lies;</a><br /><a>Of his bones are coral made;</a><br /><a>Those are pearls that were his eyes:</a><br /><a>Nothing of him that doth fade</a><br /><a>But doth suffer a sea-change</a><br /><a>Into something rich and strange.</a><br /><a>Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell</a><br /><p><i>Burthen Ding-dong</i></p><a>Hark! now I hear them,--Ding-dong, bell.</a><br /><a><br />FERDINAND</a><br /><a>The ditty does remember my drown'd father.</a><br /><a>This is no mortal business, nor no sound</a><br /><a>That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>The fringed curtains of thine eye advance</a><br /><a>And say what thou seest yond.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>What is't? a spirit?</a><br /><a>Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,</a><br /><a>It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses</a><br /><a>As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest</a><br /><a>Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd</a><br /><a>With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him</a><br /><a>A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows</a><br /><a>And strays about to find 'em.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>I might call him</a><br /><a>A thing divine, for nothing natural</a><br /><a>I ever saw so noble.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>[Aside] It goes on, I see,</a><br /><a>As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee</a><br /><a>Within two days for this.</a><br /><a><br />FERDINAND</a><br /><a>Most sure, the goddess</a><br /><a>On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer</a><br /><a>May know if you remain upon this island;</a><br /><a>And that you will some good instruction give</a><br /><a>How I may bear me here: my prime request,</a><br /><a>Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!</a><br /><a>If you be maid or no?</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>No wonder, sir;</a><br /><a>But certainly a maid.</a><br /><a><br />FERDINAND</a><br /><a>My language! heavens!</a><br /><a>I am the best of them that speak this speech,</a><br /><a>Were I but where 'tis spoken.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>How? the best?</a><br /><a>What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?</a><br /><a><br />FERDINAND</a><br /><a>A single thing, as I am now, that wonders</a><br /><a>To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;</a><br /><a>And that he does I weep: myself am Naples,</a><br /><a>Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld</a><br /><a>The king my father wreck'd.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>Alack, for mercy!</a><br /><a><br />FERDINAND</a><br /><a>Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan</a><br /><a>And his brave son being twain.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>[Aside]	The Duke of Milan</a><br /><a>And his more braver daughter could control thee,</a><br /><a>If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight</a><br /><a>They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel,</a><br /><a>I'll set thee free for this.</a><br /><p><i>To FERDINAND</i></p><a>A word, good sir;</a><br /><a>I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>Why speaks my father so ungently? This</a><br /><a>Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first</a><br /><a>That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father</a><br /><a>To be inclined my way!</a><br /><a><br />FERDINAND</a><br /><a>O, if a virgin,</a><br /><a>And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you</a><br /><a>The queen of Naples.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Soft, sir! one word more.</a><br /><p><i>Aside</i></p><a>They are both in either's powers; but this swift business</a><br /><a>I must uneasy make, lest too light winning</a><br /><a>Make the prize light.</a><br /><p><i>To FERDINAND</i></p><a>One word more; I charge thee</a><br /><a>That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp</a><br /><a>The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself</a><br /><a>Upon this island as a spy, to win it</a><br /><a>From me, the lord on't.</a><br /><a><br />FERDINAND</a><br /><a>No, as I am a man.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:</a><br /><a>If the ill spirit have so fair a house,</a><br /><a>Good things will strive to dwell with't.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Follow me.</a><br /><a>Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come;</a><br /><a>I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:</a><br /><a>Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be</a><br /><a>The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and husks</a><br /><a>Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.</a><br /><a><br />FERDINAND</a><br /><a>No;</a><br /><a>I will resist such entertainment till</a><br /><a>Mine enemy has more power.</a><br /><p><i>Draws, and is charmed from moving</i></p><a>MIRANDA</a><br /><a>O dear father,</a><br /><a>Make not too rash a trial of him, for</a><br /><a>He's gentle and not fearful.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>What? I say,</a><br /><a>My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;</a><br /><a>Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience</a><br /><a>Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward,</a><br /><a>For I can here disarm thee with this stick</a><br /><a>And make thy weapon drop.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>Beseech you, father.</a><br /><a>PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Hence! hang not on my garments.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>Sir, have pity;</a><br /><a>I'll be his surety.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Silence! one word more</a><br /><a>Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!</a><br /><a>An advocate for an imposter! hush!</a><br /><a>Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,</a><br /><a>Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!</a><br /><a>To the most of men this is a Caliban</a><br /><a>And they to him are angels.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>My affections</a><br /><a>Are then most humble; I have no ambition</a><br /><a>To see a goodlier man.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Come on; obey:</a><br /><a>Thy nerves are in their infancy again</a><br /><a>And have no vigour in them.</a><br /><a><br />FERDINAND</a><br /><a>So they are;</a><br /><a>My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.</a><br /><a>My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,</a><br /><a>The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats,</a><br /><a>To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,</a><br /><a>Might I but through my prison once a day</a><br /><a>Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth</a><br /><a>Let liberty make use of; space enough</a><br /><a>Have I in such a prison.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>[Aside]                It works.</a><br /><p><i>To FERDINAND</i></p><a>Come on.</a><br /><a>Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!</a><br /><p><i>To FERDINAND</i></p><a>Follow me.</a><br /><p><i>To ARIEL</i></p><a>Hark what thou else shalt do me.</a><br /><a><br />MIRANDA</a><br /><a>Be of comfort;</a><br /><a>My father's of a better nature, sir,</a><br /><a>Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted</a><br /><a>Which now came from him.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Thou shalt be free</a><br /><a>As mountain winds: but then exactly do</a><br /><a>All points of my command.</a><br /><a><br />ARIEL</a><br /><a>To the syllable.</a><br /><a><br />PROSPERO</a><br /><a>Come, follow. Speak not for him.</a><br /><p><i>Exeunt</i></p><br /></span><span id = 288 ></span><span id = 312 >Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others <br /><br />GONZALO <br />Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause,<br />So have we all, of joy; for our escape<br />Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe<br />Is common; every day some sailor's wife,<br />The masters of some merchant and the merchant<br />Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle,<br />I mean our preservation, few in millions<br />Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh<br />Our sorrow with our comfort.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />Prithee, peace.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />He receives comfort like cold porridge.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />The visitor will not give him o'er so.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Look he's winding up the watch of his wit;<br />by and by it will strike.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />Sir,--<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />One: tell.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />When every grief is entertain'd that's offer'd,<br />Comes to the entertainer--<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />A dollar.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />Dolour comes to him, indeed: you<br />have spoken truer than you purposed.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />Therefore, my lord,--<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!<br /><br />ALONSO <br />I prithee, spare.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />Well, I have done: but yet,--<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />He will be talking.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />Which, of he or Adrian, for a good<br />wager, first begins to crow?<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />The old cock.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />The cockerel.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Done. The wager?<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />A laughter.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />A match!<br /><br />ADRIAN <br />Though this island seem to be desert,--<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Ha, ha, ha! So, you're paid.<br /><br />ADRIAN <br />Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible,--<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Yet,--<br /><br />ADRIAN <br />Yet,--<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />He could not miss't.<br /><br />ADRIAN <br />It must needs be of subtle, tender and delicate<br />temperance.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />Temperance was a delicate wench.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.<br /><br />ADRIAN <br />The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />As if it had lungs and rotten ones.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />Here is everything advantageous to life.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />True; save means to live.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Of that there's none, or little.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />The ground indeed is tawny.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />With an eye of green in't.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />He misses not much.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />But the rarity of it is,--which is indeed almost<br />beyond credit,--<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />As many vouched rarities are.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in<br />the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and<br />glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with<br />salt water.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not<br />say he lies?<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report<br /><br />GONZALO <br />Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we<br />put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of<br />the king's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.<br /><br />ADRIAN <br />Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to<br />their queen.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />Not since widow Dido's time.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />Widow! a pox o' that! How came that widow in?<br />widow Dido!<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />What if he had said 'widower AEneas' too? Good Lord,<br />how you take it!<br /><br />ADRIAN <br />'Widow Dido' said you? you make me study of that:<br />she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.<br /><br />ADRIAN <br />Carthage?<br /><br />GONZALO <br />I assure you, Carthage.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />His word is more than the miraculous harp; he hath<br />raised the wall and houses too.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />What impossible matter will he make easy next?<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />I think he will carry this island home in his pocket<br />and give it his son for an apple.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring<br />forth more islands.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />Ay.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />Why, in good time.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />Sir, we were talking that our garments seem now<br />as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage<br />of your daughter, who is now queen.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />And the rarest that e'er came there.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />O, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I<br />wore it? I mean, in a sort.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />That sort was well fished for.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?<br /><br />ALONSO <br />You cram these words into mine ears against<br />The stomach of my sense. Would I had never<br />Married my daughter there! for, coming thence,<br />My son is lost and, in my rate, she too,<br />Who is so far from Italy removed<br />I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir<br />Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish<br />Hath made his meal on thee?<br /><br />FRANCISCO <br />Sir, he may live:<br />I saw him beat the surges under him,<br />And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,<br />Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted<br />The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head<br />'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd<br />Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke<br />To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd,<br />As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt<br />He came alive to land.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />No, no, he's gone.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss,<br />That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,<br />But rather lose her to an African;<br />Where she at least is banish'd from your eye,<br />Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />Prithee, peace.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />You were kneel'd to and importuned otherwise<br />By all of us, and the fair soul herself<br />Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at<br />Which end o' the beam should bow. We have lost your<br />son,<br />I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have<br />More widows in them of this business' making<br />Than we bring men to comfort them:<br />The fault's your own.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />So is the dear'st o' the loss.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />My lord Sebastian,<br />The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness<br />And time to speak it in: you rub the sore,<br />When you should bring the plaster.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Very well.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />And most chirurgeonly.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />It is foul weather in us all, good sir,<br />When you are cloudy.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Foul weather?<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />Very foul.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,--<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />He'ld sow't with nettle-seed.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Or docks, or mallows.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />And were the king on't, what would I do?<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />'Scape being drunk for want of wine.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />I' the commonwealth I would by contraries<br />Execute all things; for no kind of traffic<br />Would I admit; no name of magistrate;<br />Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,<br />And use of service, none; contract, succession,<br />Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;<br />No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;<br />No occupation; all men idle, all;<br />And women too, but innocent and pure;<br />No sovereignty;--<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Yet he would be king on't.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the<br />beginning.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />All things in common nature should produce<br />Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,<br />Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,<br />Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,<br />Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance,<br />To feed my innocent people.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />No marrying 'mong his subjects?<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />None, man; all idle: whores and knaves.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />I would with such perfection govern, sir,<br />To excel the golden age.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />God save his majesty!<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />Long live Gonzalo!<br /><br />GONZALO <br />And,--do you mark me, sir?<br /><br />ALONSO <br />Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />I do well believe your highness; and<br />did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen,<br />who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that<br />they always use to laugh at nothing.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />'Twas you we laughed at.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing<br />to you: so you may continue and laugh at<br />nothing still.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />What a blow was there given!<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />An it had not fallen flat-long.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would lift<br />the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue<br />in it five weeks without changing.<br /><br />Enter ARIEL, invisible, playing solemn music<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />Nay, good my lord, be not angry.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />No, I warrant you; I will not adventure<br />my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh<br />me asleep, for I am very heavy?<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />Go sleep, and hear us.<br /><br />All sleep except ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, and ANTONIO<br /><br />ALONSO <br />What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes<br />Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find<br />They are inclined to do so.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Please you, sir,<br />Do not omit the heavy offer of it:<br />It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,<br />It is a comforter.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />We two, my lord,<br />Will guard your person while you take your rest,<br />And watch your safety.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />Thank you. Wondrous heavy.<br /><br />ALONSO sleeps. Exit ARIEL<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />What a strange drowsiness possesses them!<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />It is the quality o' the climate.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Why<br />Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not<br />Myself disposed to sleep.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />Nor I; my spirits are nimble.<br />They fell together all, as by consent;<br />They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might,<br />Worthy Sebastian? O, what might?--No more:--<br />And yet me thinks I see it in thy face,<br />What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee, and<br />My strong imagination sees a crown<br />Dropping upon thy head.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />What, art thou waking?<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />Do you not hear me speak?<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />I do; and surely<br />It is a sleepy language and thou speak'st<br />Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say?<br />This is a strange repose, to be asleep<br />With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,<br />And yet so fast asleep.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />Noble Sebastian,<br />Thou let'st thy fortune sleep--die, rather; wink'st<br />Whiles thou art waking.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Thou dost snore distinctly;<br />There's meaning in thy snores.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />I am more serious than my custom: you<br />Must be so too, if heed me; which to do<br />Trebles thee o'er.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Well, I am standing water.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />I'll teach you how to flow.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Do so: to ebb<br />Hereditary sloth instructs me.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />O,<br />If you but knew how you the purpose cherish<br />Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,<br />You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,<br />Most often do so near the bottom run<br />By their own fear or sloth.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Prithee, say on:<br />The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim<br />A matter from thee, and a birth indeed<br />Which throes thee much to yield.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />Thus, sir:<br />Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,<br />Who shall be of as little memory<br />When he is earth'd, hath here almost persuade,--<br />For he's a spirit of persuasion, only<br />Professes to persuade,--the king his son's alive,<br />'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd<br />And he that sleeps here swims.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />I have no hope<br />That he's undrown'd.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />O, out of that 'no hope'<br />What great hope have you! no hope that way is<br />Another way so high a hope that even<br />Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,<br />But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with me<br />That Ferdinand is drown'd?<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />He's gone.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />Then, tell me,<br />Who's the next heir of Naples?<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Claribel.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells<br />Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples<br />Can have no note, unless the sun were post--<br />The man i' the moon's too slow--till new-born chins<br />Be rough and razorable; she that--from whom?<br />We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again,<br />And by that destiny to perform an act<br />Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come<br />In yours and my discharge.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />What stuff is this! how say you?<br />'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis;<br />So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions<br />There is some space.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />A space whose every cubit<br />Seems to cry out, 'How shall that Claribel<br />Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,<br />And let Sebastian wake.' Say, this were death<br />That now hath seized them; why, they were no worse<br />Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples<br />As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate<br />As amply and unnecessarily<br />As this Gonzalo; I myself could make<br />A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore<br />The mind that I do! what a sleep were this<br />For your advancement! Do you understand me?<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Methinks I do.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />And how does your content<br />Tender your own good fortune?<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />I remember<br />You did supplant your brother Prospero.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />True:<br />And look how well my garments sit upon me;<br />Much feater than before: my brother's servants<br />Were then my fellows; now they are my men.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />But, for your conscience?<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />Ay, sir; where lies that? if 'twere a kibe,<br />'Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not<br />This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,<br />That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they<br />And melt ere they molest! Here lies your brother,<br />No better than the earth he lies upon,<br />If he were that which now he's like, that's dead;<br />Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it,<br />Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus,<br />To the perpetual wink for aye might put<br />This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who<br />Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,<br />They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;<br />They'll tell the clock to any business that<br />We say befits the hour.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Thy case, dear friend,<br />Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,<br />I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke<br />Shall free thee from the tribute which thou payest;<br />And I the king shall love thee.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />Draw together;<br />And when I rear my hand, do you the like,<br />To fall it on Gonzalo.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />O, but one word.<br /><br />They talk apart<br /><br />Re-enter ARIEL, invisible<br /><br />ARIEL <br />My master through his art foresees the danger<br />That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth--<br />For else his project dies--to keep them living.<br /><br />Sings in GONZALO's ear<br /><br />While you here do snoring lie,<br />Open-eyed conspiracy<br />His time doth take.<br />If of life you keep a care,<br />Shake off slumber, and beware:<br />Awake, awake!<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />Then let us both be sudden.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />Now, good angels<br />Preserve the king.<br /><br />They wake<br /><br />ALONSO <br />Why, how now? ho, awake! Why are you drawn?<br />Wherefore this ghastly looking?<br /><br />GONZALO <br />What's the matter?<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Whiles we stood here securing your repose,<br />Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing<br />Like bulls, or rather lions: did't not wake you?<br />It struck mine ear most terribly.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />I heard nothing.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear,<br />To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roar<br />Of a whole herd of lions.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />Heard you this, Gonzalo?<br /><br />GONZALO <br />Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming,<br />And that a strange one too, which did awake me:<br />I shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes open'd,<br />I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise,<br />That's verily. 'Tis best we stand upon our guard,<br />Or that we quit this place; let's draw our weapons.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />Lead off this ground; and let's make further search<br />For my poor son.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />Heavens keep him from these beasts!<br />For he is, sure, i' the island.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />Lead away.<br /><br />ARIEL <br />Prospero my lord shall know what I have done:<br />So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.<br /><br />Exeunt<br /><br /><br /></span><span id = 313 ><br />Enter CALIBAN with a burden of wood. A noise of thunder heard <br />CALIBAN <br />All the infections that the sun sucks up<br />From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him<br />By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me<br />And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,<br />Fright me with urchin--shows, pitch me i' the mire,<br />Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark<br />Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but<br />For every trifle are they set upon me;<br />Sometime like apes that mow and chatter at me<br />And after bite me, then like hedgehogs which<br />Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount<br />Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I<br />All wound with adders who with cloven tongues<br />Do hiss me into madness.<br /><br />Enter TRINCULO<br /><br />Lo, now, lo!<br />Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me<br />For bringing wood in slowly. I'll fall flat;<br />Perchance he will not mind me.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off<br />any weather at all, and another storm brewing;<br />I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same black<br />cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul<br />bombard that would shed his liquor. If it<br />should thunder as it did before, I know not<br />where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot<br />choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we<br />here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish:<br />he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-<br />like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor-<br />John. A strange fish! Were I in England now,<br />as once I was, and had but this fish painted,<br />not a holiday fool there but would give a piece<br />of silver: there would this monster make a<br />man; any strange beast there makes a man:<br />when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame<br />beggar, they will lazy out ten to see a dead<br />Indian. Legged like a man and his fins like<br />arms! Warm o' my troth! I do now let loose<br />my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish,<br />but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a<br />thunderbolt.<br /><br />Thunder<br /><br />Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to<br />creep under his gaberdine; there is no other<br />shelter hereabouts: misery acquaints a man with<br />strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the<br />dregs of the storm be past.<br /><br />Enter STEPHANO, singing: a bottle in his hand<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />I shall no more to sea, to sea,<br />Here shall I die ashore--<br />This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's<br />funeral: well, here's my comfort.<br /><br />Drinks<br /><br />Sings<br /><br />The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,<br />The gunner and his mate<br />Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery,<br />But none of us cared for Kate;<br />For she had a tongue with a tang,<br />Would cry to a sailor, Go hang!<br />She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch,<br />Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch:<br />Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!<br />This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort.<br /><br />Drinks<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Do not torment me: Oh!<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put<br />tricks upon's with savages and men of Ind, ha? I<br />have not scaped drowning to be afeard now of your<br />four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as<br />ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground;<br />and it shall be said so again while Stephano<br />breathes at's nostrils.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />The spirit torments me; Oh!<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who<br />hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil<br />should he learn our language? I will give him some<br />relief, if it be but for that. if I can recover him<br />and keep him tame and get to Naples with him, he's a<br />present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's leather.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Do not torment me, prithee; I'll bring my wood home faster.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />He's in his fit now and does not talk after the<br />wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have<br />never drunk wine afore will go near to remove his<br />fit. If I can recover him and keep him tame, I will<br />not take too much for him; he shall pay for him that<br />hath him, and that soundly.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I<br />know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that<br />which will give language to you, cat: open your<br />mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you,<br />and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend:<br />open your chaps again.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />I should know that voice: it should be--but he is<br />drowned; and these are devils: O defend me!<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Four legs and two voices: a most delicate monster!<br />His forward voice now is to speak well of his<br />friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches<br />and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will<br />recover him, I will help his ague. Come. Amen! I<br />will pour some in thy other mouth.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />Stephano!<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is<br />a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no<br />long spoon.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me and<br />speak to me: for I am Trinculo--be not afeard--thy<br />good friend Trinculo.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />If thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I'll pull thee<br />by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs,<br />these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How<br />camest thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can<br />he vent Trinculos?<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But<br />art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art<br />not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me<br />under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of<br />the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O<br />Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped!<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />[Aside] These be fine things, an if they be<br />not sprites.<br />That's a brave god and bears celestial liquor.<br />I will kneel to him.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither?<br />swear by this bottle how thou camest hither. I<br />escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors<br />heaved o'erboard, by this bottle; which I made of<br />the bark of a tree with mine own hands since I was<br />cast ashore.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject;<br />for the liquor is not earthly.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Here; swear then how thou escapedst.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />Swum ashore. man, like a duck: I can swim like a<br />duck, I'll be sworn.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a<br />duck, thou art made like a goose.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />O Stephano. hast any more of this?<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the<br />sea-side where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf!<br />how does thine ague?<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i'<br />the moon when time was.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />I have seen thee in her and I do adore thee:<br />My mistress show'd me thee and thy dog and thy bush.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish<br />it anon with new contents swear.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />By this good light, this is a very shallow monster!<br />I afeard of him! A very weak monster! The man i'<br />the moon! A most poor credulous monster! Well<br />drawn, monster, in good sooth!<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island;<br />And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />By this light, a most perfidious and drunken<br />monster! when 's god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Come on then; down, and swear.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed<br />monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in my<br />heart to beat him,--<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Come, kiss.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster!<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;<br />I'll fish for thee and get thee wood enough.<br />A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!<br />I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,<br />Thou wondrous man.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a<br />Poor drunkard!<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;<br />And I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts;<br />Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how<br />To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee<br />To clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get thee<br />Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />I prithee now, lead the way without any more<br />talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company<br />else being drowned, we will inherit here: here;<br />bear my bottle: fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by<br />and by again.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />[Sings drunkenly]<br />Farewell master; farewell, farewell!<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />A howling monster: a drunken monster!<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />No more dams I'll make for fish<br />Nor fetch in firing<br />At requiring;<br />Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish<br />'Ban, 'Ban, Cacaliban<br />Has a new master: get a new man.<br />Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom,<br />hey-day, freedom!<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />O brave monster! Lead the way.<br /><br />Exeunt<br /><br /><br /></span><span id = 317 ><br /></span><span id = 321 ><br /><br />Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log <br />FERDINAND <br />There be some sports are painful, and their labour<br />Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness<br />Are nobly undergone and most poor matters<br />Point to rich ends. This my mean task<br />Would be as heavy to me as odious, but<br />The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead<br />And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is<br />Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed,<br />And he's composed of harshness. I must remove<br />Some thousands of these logs and pile them up,<br />Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress<br />Weeps when she sees me work, and says, such baseness<br />Had never like executor. I forget:<br />But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours,<br />Most busy lest, when I do it.<br /><br />Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance, unseen<br /><br />MIRANDA <br />Alas, now, pray you,<br />Work not so hard: I would the lightning had<br />Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile!<br />Pray, set it down and rest you: when this burns,<br />'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father<br />Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;<br />He's safe for these three hours.<br /><br />FERDINAND <br />O most dear mistress,<br />The sun will set before I shall discharge<br />What I must strive to do.<br /><br />MIRANDA <br />If you'll sit down,<br />I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;<br />I'll carry it to the pile.<br /><br />FERDINAND <br />No, precious creature;<br />I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,<br />Than you should such dishonour undergo,<br />While I sit lazy by.<br /><br />MIRANDA <br />It would become me<br />As well as it does you: and I should do it<br />With much more ease; for my good will is to it,<br />And yours it is against.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Poor worm, thou art infected!<br />This visitation shows it.<br /><br />MIRANDA <br />You look wearily.<br /><br />FERDINAND <br />No, noble mistress;'tis fresh morning with me<br />When you are by at night. I do beseech you--<br />Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers--<br />What is your name?<br /><br />MIRANDA <br />Miranda.--O my father,<br />I have broke your hest to say so!<br /><br />FERDINAND <br />Admired Miranda!<br />Indeed the top of admiration! worth<br />What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady<br />I have eyed with best regard and many a time<br />The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage<br />Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues<br />Have I liked several women; never any<br />With so fun soul, but some defect in her<br />Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed<br />And put it to the foil: but you, O you,<br />So perfect and so peerless, are created<br />Of every creature's best!<br /><br />MIRANDA <br />I do not know<br />One of my sex; no woman's face remember,<br />Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen<br />More that I may call men than you, good friend,<br />And my dear father: how features are abroad,<br />I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,<br />The jewel in my dower, I would not wish<br />Any companion in the world but you,<br />Nor can imagination form a shape,<br />Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle<br />Something too wildly and my father's precepts<br />I therein do forget.<br /><br />FERDINAND <br />I am in my condition<br />A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;<br />I would, not so!--and would no more endure<br />This wooden slavery than to suffer<br />The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak:<br />The very instant that I saw you, did<br />My heart fly to your service; there resides,<br />To make me slave to it; and for your sake<br />Am I this patient log--man.<br /><br />MIRANDA <br />Do you love me?<br /><br />FERDINAND <br />O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound<br />And crown what I profess with kind event<br />If I speak true! if hollowly, invert<br />What best is boded me to mischief! I<br />Beyond all limit of what else i' the world<br />Do love, prize, honour you.<br /><br />MIRANDA <br />I am a fool<br />To weep at what I am glad of.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Fair encounter<br />Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace<br />On that which breeds between 'em!<br /><br />FERDINAND <br />Wherefore weep you?<br /><br />MIRANDA <br />At mine unworthiness that dare not offer<br />What I desire to give, and much less take<br />What I shall die to want. But this is trifling;<br />And all the more it seeks to hide itself,<br />The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!<br />And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!<br />I am your wife, it you will marry me;<br />If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow<br />You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,<br />Whether you will or no.<br /><br />FERDINAND <br />My mistress, dearest;<br />And I thus humble ever.<br /><br />MIRANDA <br />My husband, then?<br /><br />FERDINAND <br />Ay, with a heart as willing<br />As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.<br /><br />MIRANDA <br />And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewell<br />Till half an hour hence.<br /><br />FERDINAND <br />A thousand thousand!<br /><br />Exeunt FERDINAND and MIRANDA severally<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />So glad of this as they I cannot be,<br />Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing<br />At nothing can be more. I'll to my book,<br />For yet ere supper-time must I perform<br />Much business appertaining.<br /><br />Exit<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span id = 328 >Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO <br />STEPHANO <br />Tell not me; when the butt is out, we will drink<br />water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and<br />board 'em. Servant-monster, drink to me.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />Servant-monster! the folly of this island! They<br />say there's but five upon this isle: we are three<br />of them; if th' other two be brained like us, the<br />state totters.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes<br />are almost set in thy head.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />Where should they be set else? he were a brave<br />monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in sack:<br />for my part, the sea cannot drown me; I swam, ere I<br />could recover the shore, five and thirty leagues off<br />and on. By this light, thou shalt be my lieutenant,<br />monster, or my standard.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />We'll not run, Monsieur Monster.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />Nor go neither; but you'll lie like dogs and yet say<br />nothing neither.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a<br />good moon-calf.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe.<br />I'll not serve him; he's not valiant.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case to<br />justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish thou,<br />was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much<br />sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie,<br />being but half a fish and half a monster?<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />'Lord' quoth he! That a monster should be such a natural!<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I prithee.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head: if you<br />prove a mutineer,--the next tree! The poor monster's<br />my subject and he shall not suffer indignity.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased to<br />hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Marry, will I kneel and repeat it; I will stand,<br />and so shall Trinculo.<br /><br />Enter ARIEL, invisible<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a<br />sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.<br /><br />ARIEL <br />Thou liest.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou: I would my<br />valiant master would destroy thee! I do not lie.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, by<br />this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />Why, I said nothing.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Mum, then, and no more. Proceed.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />I say, by sorcery he got this isle;<br />From me he got it. if thy greatness will<br />Revenge it on him,--for I know thou darest,<br />But this thing dare not,--<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />That's most certain.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Thou shalt be lord of it and I'll serve thee.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />How now shall this be compassed?<br />Canst thou bring me to the party?<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep,<br />Where thou mayst knock a nail into his bead.<br /><br />ARIEL <br />Thou liest; thou canst not.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy patch!<br />I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows<br />And take his bottle from him: when that's gone<br />He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show him<br />Where the quick freshes are.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Trinculo, run into no further danger:<br />interrupt the monster one word further, and,<br />by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out o' doors<br />and make a stock-fish of thee.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll go farther<br />off.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Didst thou not say he lied?<br /><br />ARIEL <br />Thou liest.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Do I so? take thou that.<br /><br />Beats TRINCULO<br /><br />As you like this, give me the lie another time.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />I did not give the lie. Out o' your<br />wits and bearing too? A pox o' your bottle!<br />this can sack and drinking do. A murrain on<br />your monster, and the devil take your fingers!<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Ha, ha, ha!<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Now, forward with your tale. Prithee, stand farther<br />off.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Beat him enough: after a little time<br />I'll beat him too.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Stand farther. Come, proceed.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him,<br />I' th' afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him,<br />Having first seized his books, or with a log<br />Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,<br />Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember<br />First to possess his books; for without them<br />He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not<br />One spirit to command: they all do hate him<br />As rootedly as I. Burn but his books.<br />He has brave utensils,--for so he calls them--<br />Which when he has a house, he'll deck withal<br />And that most deeply to consider is<br />The beauty of his daughter; he himself<br />Calls her a nonpareil: I never saw a woman,<br />But only Sycorax my dam and she;<br />But she as far surpasseth Sycorax<br />As great'st does least.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Is it so brave a lass?<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant.<br />And bring thee forth brave brood.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I<br />will be king and queen--save our graces!--and<br />Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys. Dost thou<br />like the plot, Trinculo?<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />Excellent.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Give me thy hand: I am sorry I beat thee; but,<br />while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Within this half hour will he be asleep:<br />Wilt thou destroy him then?<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Ay, on mine honour.<br /><br />ARIEL <br />This will I tell my master.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Thou makest me merry; I am full of pleasure:<br />Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch<br />You taught me but while-ere?<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any<br />reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.<br /><br />Sings<br /><br />Flout 'em and scout 'em<br />And scout 'em and flout 'em<br />Thought is free.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />That's not the tune.<br /><br />Ariel plays the tune on a tabour and pipe<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />What is this same?<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture<br />of Nobody.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness:<br />if thou beest a devil, take't as thou list.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />O, forgive me my sins!<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee. Mercy upon us!<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Art thou afeard?<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />No, monster, not I.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,<br />Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.<br />Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments<br />Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices<br />That, if I then had waked after long sleep,<br />Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,<br />The clouds methought would open and show riches<br />Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,<br />I cried to dream again.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall<br />have my music for nothing.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />When Prospero is destroyed.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />That shall be by and by: I remember the story.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />The sound is going away; let's follow it, and<br />after do our work.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would I could see<br />this tabourer; he lays it on.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.<br /><br />Exeunt<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span id = 331 >Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others <br />GONZALO <br />By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir;<br />My old bones ache: here's a maze trod indeed<br />Through forth-rights and meanders! By your patience,<br />I needs must rest me.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />Old lord, I cannot blame thee,<br />Who am myself attach'd with weariness,<br />To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.<br />Even here I will put off my hope and keep it<br />No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd<br />Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks<br />Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />[Aside to SEBASTIAN] I am right glad that he's so<br />out of hope.<br />Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose<br />That you resolved to effect.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />[Aside to ANTONIO] The next advantage<br />Will we take throughly.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />[Aside to SEBASTIAN] Let it be to-night;<br />For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they<br />Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance<br />As when they are fresh.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />[Aside to ANTONIO] I say, to-night: no more.<br /><br />Solemn and strange music<br /><br />ALONSO <br />What harmony is this? My good friends, hark!<br /><br />GONZALO <br />Marvellous sweet music!<br /><br />Enter PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet; they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and, inviting the King, &amp; c. to eat, they depart<br /><br />ALONSO <br />Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these?<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />A living drollery. Now I will believe<br />That there are unicorns, that in Arabia<br />There is one tree, the phoenix' throne, one phoenix<br />At this hour reigning there.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />I'll believe both;<br />And what does else want credit, come to me,<br />And I'll be sworn 'tis true: travellers ne'er did<br />lie,<br />Though fools at home condemn 'em.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />If in Naples<br />I should report this now, would they believe me?<br />If I should say, I saw such islanders--<br />For, certes, these are people of the island--<br />Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note,<br />Their manners are more gentle-kind than of<br />Our human generation you shall find<br />Many, nay, almost any.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />[Aside] Honest lord,<br />Thou hast said well; for some of you there present<br />Are worse than devils.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />I cannot too much muse<br />Such shapes, such gesture and such sound, expressing,<br />Although they want the use of tongue, a kind<br />Of excellent dumb discourse.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />[Aside] Praise in departing.<br /><br />FRANCISCO <br />They vanish'd strangely.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />No matter, since<br />They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.<br />Will't please you taste of what is here?<br /><br />ALONSO <br />Not I.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys,<br />Who would believe that there were mountaineers<br />Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em<br />Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men<br />Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find<br />Each putter-out of five for one will bring us<br />Good warrant of.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />I will stand to and feed,<br />Although my last: no matter, since I feel<br />The best is past. Brother, my lord the duke,<br />Stand to and do as we.<br /><br />Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL, like a harpy; claps his wings upon the table; and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes<br /><br />ARIEL <br />You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,<br />That hath to instrument this lower world<br />And what is in't, the never-surfeited sea<br />Hath caused to belch up you; and on this island<br />Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men<br />Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;<br />And even with such-like valour men hang and drown<br />Their proper selves.<br /><br />ALONSO, SEBASTIAN &amp; c. draw their swords<br /><br />You fools! I and my fellows<br />Are ministers of Fate: the elements,<br />Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well<br />Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs<br />Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish<br />One dowle that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers<br />Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,<br />Your swords are now too massy for your strengths<br />And will not be uplifted. But remember--<br />For that's my business to you--that you three<br />From Milan did supplant good Prospero;<br />Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it,<br />Him and his innocent child: for which foul deed<br />The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have<br />Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,<br />Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,<br />They have bereft; and do pronounce by me:<br />Lingering perdition, worse than any death<br />Can be at once, shall step by step attend<br />You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from--<br />Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls<br />Upon your heads--is nothing but heart-sorrow<br />And a clear life ensuing.<br /><br />He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft music enter the Shapes again, and dance, with mocks and mows, and carrying out the table<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou<br />Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:<br />Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated<br />In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life<br />And observation strange, my meaner ministers<br />Their several kinds have done. My high charms work<br />And these mine enemies are all knit up<br />In their distractions; they now are in my power;<br />And in these fits I leave them, while I visit<br />Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd,<br />And his and mine loved darling.<br /><br />Exit above<br /><br />GONZALO <br />I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you<br />In this strange stare?<br /><br />ALONSO <br />O, it is monstrous, monstrous:<br />Methought the billows spoke and told me of it;<br />The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder,<br />That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced<br />The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass.<br />Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded, and<br />I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded<br />And with him there lie mudded.<br /><br />Exit<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />But one fiend at a time,<br />I'll fight their legions o'er.<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />I'll be thy second.<br /><br />Exeunt SEBASTIAN, and ANTONIO<br /><br />GONZALO <br />All three of them are desperate: their great guilt,<br />Like poison given to work a great time after,<br />Now 'gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech you<br />That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly<br />And hinder them from what this ecstasy<br />May now provoke them to.<br /><br />ADRIAN <br />Follow, I pray you.<br /><br />Exeunt<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span id = 337 ><br /></span><span id = 343 >Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA <br />PROSPERO <br />If I have too austerely punish'd you,<br />Your compensation makes amends, for I<br />Have given you here a third of mine own life,<br />Or that for which I live; who once again<br />I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations<br />Were but my trials of thy love and thou<br />Hast strangely stood the test here, afore Heaven,<br />I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,<br />Do not smile at me that I boast her off,<br />For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise<br />And make it halt behind her.<br /><br />FERDINAND <br />I do believe it<br />Against an oracle.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition<br />Worthily purchased take my daughter: but<br />If thou dost break her virgin-knot before<br />All sanctimonious ceremonies may<br />With full and holy rite be minister'd,<br />No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall<br />To make this contract grow: but barren hate,<br />Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew<br />The union of your bed with weeds so loathly<br />That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,<br />As Hymen's lamps shall light you.<br /><br />FERDINAND <br />As I hope<br />For quiet days, fair issue and long life,<br />With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den,<br />The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion.<br />Our worser genius can, shall never melt<br />Mine honour into lust, to take away<br />The edge of that day's celebration<br />When I shall think: or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd,<br />Or Night kept chain'd below.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Fairly spoke.<br />Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own.<br />What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel!<br /><br />Enter ARIEL<br /><br />ARIEL <br />What would my potent master? here I am.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service<br />Did worthily perform; and I must use you<br />In such another trick. Go bring the rabble,<br />O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place:<br />Incite them to quick motion; for I must<br />Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple<br />Some vanity of mine art: it is my promise,<br />And they expect it from me.<br /><br />ARIEL <br />Presently?<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Ay, with a twink.<br /><br />ARIEL <br />Before you can say 'come' and 'go,'<br />And breathe twice and cry 'so, so,'<br />Each one, tripping on his toe,<br />Will be here with mop and mow.<br />Do you love me, master? no?<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Dearly my delicate Ariel. Do not approach<br />Till thou dost hear me call.<br /><br />ARIEL <br />Well, I conceive.<br /><br />Exit<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Look thou be true; do not give dalliance<br />Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw<br />To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious,<br />Or else, good night your vow!<br /><br />FERDINAND <br />I warrant you sir;<br />The white cold virgin snow upon my heart<br />Abates the ardour of my liver.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Well.<br />Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary,<br />Rather than want a spirit: appear and pertly!<br />No tongue! all eyes! be silent.<br /><br />Soft music<br /><br />Enter IRIS<br /><br />IRIS <br />Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas<br />Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease;<br />Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,<br />And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep;<br />Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,<br />Which spongy April at thy hest betrims,<br />To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom -groves,<br />Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,<br />Being lass-lorn: thy pole-clipt vineyard;<br />And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,<br />Where thou thyself dost air;--the queen o' the sky,<br />Whose watery arch and messenger am I,<br />Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace,<br />Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,<br />To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain:<br />Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.<br /><br />Enter CERES<br /><br />CERES <br />Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er<br />Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;<br />Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowers<br />Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers,<br />And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown<br />My bosky acres and my unshrubb'd down,<br />Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen<br />Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green?<br /><br />IRIS <br />A contract of true love to celebrate;<br />And some donation freely to estate<br />On the blest lovers.<br /><br />CERES <br />Tell me, heavenly bow,<br />If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,<br />Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot<br />The means that dusky Dis my daughter got,<br />Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company<br />I have forsworn.<br /><br />IRIS <br />Of her society<br />Be not afraid: I met her deity<br />Cutting the clouds towards Paphos and her son<br />Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done<br />Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,<br />Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid<br />Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but vain;<br />Mars's hot minion is returned again;<br />Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,<br />Swears he will shoot no more but play with sparrows<br />And be a boy right out.<br /><br />CERES <br />High'st queen of state,<br />Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait.<br /><br />Enter JUNO<br /><br />JUNO <br />How does my bounteous sister? Go with me<br />To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be<br />And honour'd in their issue.<br /><br />They sing:<br /><br />JUNO <br />Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,<br />Long continuance, and increasing,<br />Hourly joys be still upon you!<br />Juno sings her blessings upon you.<br /><br />CERES <br />Earth's increase, foison plenty,<br />Barns and garners never empty,<br />Vines and clustering bunches growing,<br />Plants with goodly burthen bowing;<br />Spring come to you at the farthest<br />In the very end of harvest!<br />Scarcity and want shall shun you;<br />Ceres' blessing so is on you.<br /><br />FERDINAND <br />This is a most majestic vision, and<br />Harmoniously charmingly. May I be bold<br />To think these spirits?<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Spirits, which by mine art<br />I have from their confines call'd to enact<br />My present fancies.<br /><br />FERDINAND <br />Let me live here ever;<br />So rare a wonder'd father and a wife<br />Makes this place Paradise.<br /><br />Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Sweet, now, silence!<br />Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;<br />There's something else to do: hush, and be mute,<br />Or else our spell is marr'd.<br /><br />IRIS <br />You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks,<br />With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks,<br />Leave your crisp channels and on this green land<br />Answer your summons; Juno does command:<br />Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate<br />A contract of true love; be not too late.<br /><br />Enter certain Nymphs<br /><br />You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,<br />Come hither from the furrow and be merry:<br />Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on<br />And these fresh nymphs encounter every one<br />In country footing.<br /><br />Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof PROSPERO starts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />[Aside] I had forgot that foul conspiracy<br />Of the beast Caliban and his confederates<br />Against my life: the minute of their plot<br />Is almost come.<br /><br />To the Spirits<br /><br />Well done! avoid; no more!<br /><br />FERDINAND <br />This is strange: your father's in some passion<br />That works him strongly.<br /><br />MIRANDA <br />Never till this day<br />Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />You do look, my son, in a moved sort,<br />As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.<br />Our revels now are ended. These our actors,<br />As I foretold you, were all spirits and<br />Are melted into air, into thin air:<br />And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,<br />The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,<br />The solemn temples, the great globe itself,<br />Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve<br />And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,<br />Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff<br />As dreams are made on, and our little life<br />Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd;<br />Bear with my weakness; my, brain is troubled:<br />Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:<br />If you be pleased, retire into my cell<br />And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,<br />To still my beating mind.<br /><br />FERDINAND MIRANDA <br />We wish your peace.<br /><br />Exeunt<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Come with a thought I thank thee, Ariel: come.<br /><br />Enter ARIEL<br /><br />ARIEL <br />Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure?<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Spirit,<br />We must prepare to meet with Caliban.<br /><br />ARIEL <br />Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,<br />I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'd<br />Lest I might anger thee.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?<br /><br />ARIEL <br />I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;<br />So fun of valour that they smote the air<br />For breathing in their faces; beat the ground<br />For kissing of their feet; yet always bending<br />Towards their project. Then I beat my tabour;<br />At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd<br />their ears,<br />Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses<br />As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears<br />That calf-like they my lowing follow'd through<br />Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns,<br />Which entered their frail shins: at last I left them<br />I' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell,<br />There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake<br />O'erstunk their feet.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />This was well done, my bird.<br />Thy shape invisible retain thou still:<br />The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,<br />For stale to catch these thieves.<br /><br />ARIEL <br />I go, I go.<br /><br />Exit<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />A devil, a born devil, on whose nature<br />Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,<br />Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;<br />And as with age his body uglier grows,<br />So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,<br />Even to roaring.<br /><br />Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, &amp; c<br /><br />Come, hang them on this line.<br /><br />PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not<br />Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Monster, your fairy, which you say is<br />a harmless fairy, has done little better than<br />played the Jack with us.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at<br />which my nose is in great indignation.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take<br />a displeasure against you, look you,--<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />Thou wert but a lost monster.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Good my lord, give me thy favour still.<br />Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to<br />Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly.<br />All's hush'd as midnight yet.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,--<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that,<br />monster, but an infinite loss.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your<br />harmless fairy, monster.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears<br />for my labour.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Prithee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here,<br />This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter.<br />Do that good mischief which may make this island<br />Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,<br />For aye thy foot-licker.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look<br />what a wardrobe here is for thee!<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery.<br />O king Stephano!<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have<br />that gown.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />Thy grace shall have it.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />The dropsy drown this fool I what do you mean<br />To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone<br />And do the murder first: if he awake,<br />From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches,<br />Make us strange stuff.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line,<br />is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under<br />the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your<br />hair and prove a bald jerkin.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />Do, do: we steal by line and level, an't like your grace.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't:<br />wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this<br />country. 'Steal by line and level' is an excellent<br />pass of pate; there's another garment for't.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and<br />away with the rest.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,<br />And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes<br />With foreheads villanous low.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this<br />away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you<br />out of my kingdom: go to, carry this.<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />And this.<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Ay, and this.<br /><br />A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of dogs and hounds, and hunt them about, PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Hey, Mountain, hey!<br /><br />ARIEL <br />Silver I there it goes, Silver!<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark! hark!<br /><br />CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, are driven out<br /><br />Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints<br />With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews<br />With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them<br />Than pard or cat o' mountain.<br /><br />ARIEL <br />Hark, they roar!<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour<br />Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:<br />Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou<br />Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little<br />Follow, and do me service.<br /><br />Exeunt<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span id = 345 ></span><span id = 346 >Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL <br />PROSPERO <br />Now does my project gather to a head:<br />My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time<br />Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?<br /><br />ARIEL <br />On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,<br />You said our work should cease.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />I did say so,<br />When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,<br />How fares the king and's followers?<br /><br />ARIEL <br />Confined together<br />In the same fashion as you gave in charge,<br />Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,<br />In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell;<br />They cannot budge till your release. The king,<br />His brother and yours, abide all three distracted<br />And the remainder mourning over them,<br />Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly<br />Him that you term'd, sir, 'The good old lord Gonzalo;'<br />His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops<br />From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em<br />That if you now beheld them, your affections<br />Would become tender.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Dost thou think so, spirit?<br /><br />ARIEL <br />Mine would, sir, were I human.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />And mine shall.<br />Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling<br />Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,<br />One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,<br />Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?<br />Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,<br />Yet with my nobler reason 'gaitist my fury<br />Do I take part: the rarer action is<br />In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,<br />The sole drift of my purpose doth extend<br />Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel:<br />My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,<br />And they shall be themselves.<br /><br />ARIEL <br />I'll fetch them, sir.<br /><br />Exit<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,<br />And ye that on the sands with printless foot<br />Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him<br />When he comes back; you demi-puppets that<br />By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,<br />Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime<br />Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice<br />To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,<br />Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd<br />The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,<br />And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault<br />Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder<br />Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak<br />With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory<br />Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up<br />The pine and cedar: graves at my command<br />Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth<br />By my so potent art. But this rough magic<br />I here abjure, and, when I have required<br />Some heavenly music, which even now I do,<br />To work mine end upon their senses that<br />This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,<br />Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,<br />And deeper than did ever plummet sound<br />I'll drown my book.<br /><br />Solemn music<br /><br />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:<br /><br />A solemn air and the best comforter<br />To an unsettled fancy cure thy brains,<br />Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,<br />For you are spell-stopp'd.<br />Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,<br />Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,<br />Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace,<br />And as the morning steals upon the night,<br />Melting the darkness, so their rising senses<br />Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle<br />Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo,<br />My true preserver, and a loyal sir<br />To him you follow'st! I will pay thy graces<br />Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly<br />Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:<br />Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.<br />Thou art pinch'd fort now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,<br />You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,<br />Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,<br />Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,<br />Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,<br />Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding<br />Begins to swell, and the approaching tide<br />Will shortly fill the reasonable shore<br />That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them<br />That yet looks on me, or would know me Ariel,<br />Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:<br />I will discase me, and myself present<br />As I was sometime Milan: quickly, spirit;<br />Thou shalt ere long be free.<br /><br />ARIEL sings and helps to attire him<br /><br />Where the bee sucks. there suck I:<br />In a cowslip's bell I lie;<br />There I couch when owls do cry.<br />On the bat's back I do fly<br />After summer merrily.<br />Merrily, merrily shall I live now<br />Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee:<br />But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.<br />To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:<br />There shalt thou find the mariners asleep<br />Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain<br />Being awake, enforce them to this place,<br />And presently, I prithee.<br /><br />ARIEL <br />I drink the air before me, and return<br />Or ere your pulse twice beat.<br /><br />Exit<br /><br />GONZALO <br />All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement<br />Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us<br />Out of this fearful country!<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Behold, sir king,<br />The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:<br />For more assurance that a living prince<br />Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;<br />And to thee and thy company I bid<br />A hearty welcome.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />Whether thou best he or no,<br />Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,<br />As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse<br />Beats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,<br />The affliction of my mind amends, with which,<br />I fear, a madness held me: this must crave,<br />An if this be at all, a most strange story.<br />Thy dukedom I resign and do entreat<br />Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should Prospero<br />Be living and be here?<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />First, noble friend,<br />Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot<br />Be measured or confined.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />Whether this be<br />Or be not, I'll not swear.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />You do yet taste<br />Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you<br />Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all!<br /><br />Aside to SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO<br /><br />But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,<br />I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you<br />And justify you traitors: at this time<br />I will tell no tales.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />[Aside] The devil speaks in him.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />No.<br />For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother<br />Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive<br />Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require<br />My dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,<br />Thou must restore.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />If thou be'st Prospero,<br />Give us particulars of thy preservation;<br />How thou hast met us here, who three hours since<br />Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost--<br />How sharp the point of this remembrance is!--<br />My dear son Ferdinand.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />I am woe for't, sir.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />Irreparable is the loss, and patience<br />Says it is past her cure.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />I rather think<br />You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace<br />For the like loss I have her sovereign aid<br />And rest myself content.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />You the like loss!<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />As great to me as late; and, supportable<br />To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker<br />Than you may call to comfort you, for I<br />Have lost my daughter.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />A daughter?<br />O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,<br />The king and queen there! that they were, I wish<br />Myself were mudded in that oozy bed<br />Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />In this last tempest. I perceive these lords<br />At this encounter do so much admire<br />That they devour their reason and scarce think<br />Their eyes do offices of truth, their words<br />Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have<br />Been justled from your senses, know for certain<br />That I am Prospero and that very duke<br />Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangely<br />Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed,<br />To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;<br />For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,<br />Not a relation for a breakfast nor<br />Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;<br />This cell's my court: here have I few attendants<br />And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.<br />My dukedom since you have given me again,<br />I will requite you with as good a thing;<br />At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye<br />As much as me my dukedom.<br /><br />Here PROSPERO discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess<br /><br />MIRANDA <br />Sweet lord, you play me false.<br /><br />FERDINAND <br />No, my dear'st love,<br />I would not for the world.<br /><br />MIRANDA <br />Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,<br />And I would call it, fair play.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />If this prove<br />A vision of the Island, one dear son<br />Shall I twice lose.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />A most high miracle!<br /><br />FERDINAND <br />Though the seas threaten, they are merciful;<br />I have cursed them without cause.<br /><br />Kneels<br /><br />ALONSO <br />Now all the blessings<br />Of a glad father compass thee about!<br />Arise, and say how thou camest here.<br /><br />MIRANDA <br />O, wonder!<br />How many goodly creatures are there here!<br />How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,<br />That has such people in't!<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />'Tis new to thee.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />What is this maid with whom thou wast at play?<br />Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:<br />Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,<br />And brought us thus together?<br /><br />FERDINAND <br />Sir, she is mortal;<br />But by immortal Providence she's mine:<br />I chose her when I could not ask my father<br />For his advice, nor thought I had one. She<br />Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,<br />Of whom so often I have heard renown,<br />But never saw before; of whom I have<br />Received a second life; and second father<br />This lady makes him to me.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />I am hers:<br />But, O, how oddly will it sound that I<br />Must ask my child forgiveness!<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />There, sir, stop:<br />Let us not burthen our remembrance with<br />A heaviness that's gone.<br /><br />GONZALO <br />I have inly wept,<br />Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you god,<br />And on this couple drop a blessed crown!<br />For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way<br />Which brought us hither.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />I say, Amen, Gonzalo!<br /><br />GONZALO <br />Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue<br />Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice<br />Beyond a common joy, and set it down<br />With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage<br />Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis,<br />And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife<br />Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom<br />In a poor isle and all of us ourselves<br />When no man was his own.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />[To FERDINAND and MIRANDA] Give me your hands:<br />Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart<br />That doth not wish you joy!<br /><br />GONZALO <br />Be it so! Amen!<br /><br />Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following<br /><br />O, look, sir, look, sir! here is more of us:<br />I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,<br />This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy,<br />That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?<br />Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?<br /><br />Boatswain <br />The best news is, that we have safely found<br />Our king and company; the next, our ship--<br />Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split--<br />Is tight and yare and bravely rigg'd as when<br />We first put out to sea.<br /><br />ARIEL <br />[Aside to PROSPERO] Sir, all this service<br />Have I done since I went.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />[Aside to ARIEL] My tricksy spirit!<br /><br />ALONSO <br />These are not natural events; they strengthen<br />From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?<br /><br />Boatswain <br />If I did think, sir, I were well awake,<br />I'ld strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep,<br />And--how we know not--all clapp'd under hatches;<br />Where but even now with strange and several noises<br />Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,<br />And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,<br />We were awaked; straightway, at liberty;<br />Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld<br />Our royal, good and gallant ship, our master<br />Capering to eye her: on a trice, so please you,<br />Even in a dream, were we divided from them<br />And were brought moping hither.<br /><br />ARIEL <br />[Aside to PROSPERO] Was't well done?<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />[Aside to ARIEL] Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod<br />And there is in this business more than nature<br />Was ever conduct of: some oracle<br />Must rectify our knowledge.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Sir, my liege,<br />Do not infest your mind with beating on<br />The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure<br />Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you,<br />Which to you shall seem probable, of every<br />These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful<br />And think of each thing well.<br /><br />Aside to ARIEL<br /><br />Come hither, spirit:<br />Set Caliban and his companions free;<br />Untie the spell.<br /><br />Exit ARIEL<br /><br />How fares my gracious sir?<br />There are yet missing of your company<br />Some few odd lads that you remember not.<br /><br />Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />Every man shift for all the rest, and<br />let no man take care for himself; for all is<br />but fortune. Coragio, bully-monster, coragio!<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />If these be true spies which I wear in my head,<br />here's a goodly sight.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!<br />How fine my master is! I am afraid<br />He will chastise me.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Ha, ha!<br />What things are these, my lord Antonio?<br />Will money buy 'em?<br /><br />ANTONIO <br />Very like; one of them<br />Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,<br />Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knave,<br />His mother was a witch, and one so strong<br />That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,<br />And deal in her command without her power.<br />These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil--<br />For he's a bastard one--had plotted with them<br />To take my life. Two of these fellows you<br />Must know and own; this thing of darkness!<br />Acknowledge mine.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />I shall be pinch'd to death.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />He is drunk now: where had he wine?<br /><br />ALONSO <br />And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they<br />Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em?<br />How camest thou in this pickle?<br /><br />TRINCULO <br />I have been in such a pickle since I<br />saw you last that, I fear me, will never out of<br />my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Why, how now, Stephano!<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />You'ld be king o' the isle, sirrah?<br /><br />STEPHANO <br />I should have been a sore one then.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.<br /><br />Pointing to Caliban<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />He is as disproportion'd in his manners<br />As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;<br />Take with you your companions; as you look<br />To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.<br /><br />CALIBAN <br />Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter<br />And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass<br />Was I, to take this drunkard for a god<br />And worship this dull fool!<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Go to; away!<br /><br />ALONSO <br />Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.<br /><br />SEBASTIAN <br />Or stole it, rather.<br /><br />Exeunt CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />Sir, I invite your highness and your train<br />To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest<br />For this one night; which, part of it, I'll waste<br />With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it<br />Go quick away; the story of my life<br />And the particular accidents gone by<br />Since I came to this isle: and in the morn<br />I'll bring you to your ship and so to Naples,<br />Where I have hope to see the nuptial<br />Of these our dear-beloved solemnized;<br />And thence retire me to my Milan, where<br />Every third thought shall be my grave.<br /><br />ALONSO <br />I long<br />To hear the story of your life, which must<br />Take the ear strangely.<br /><br />PROSPERO <br />I'll deliver all;<br />And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales<br />And sail so expeditious that shall catch<br />Your royal fleet far off.<br /><br />Aside to ARIEL<br /><br />My Ariel, chick,<br />That is thy charge: then to the elements<br />Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.<br /><br />Exeunt<br /><br />EPILOGUE<br />SPOKEN BY PROSPERO<br />Now my charms are all o'erthrown,<br />And what strength I have's mine own,<br />Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,<br />I must be here confined by you,<br />Or sent to Naples. Let me not,<br />Since I have my dukedom got<br />And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell<br />In this bare island by your spell;<br />But release me from my bands<br />With the help of your good hands:<br />Gentle breath of yours my sails<br />Must fill, or else my project fails,<br />Which was to please. Now I want<br />Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,<br />And my ending is despair,<br />Unless I be relieved by prayer,<br />Which pierces so that it assaults<br />Mercy itself and frees all faults.<br />As you from crimes would pardon'd be,<br />Let your indulgence set me free.<br /><br /><br /></span>