Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-sail; Tend to the master's whistle.-Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO, and others. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men. Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain? Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labor! keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Gon. Nay, good, be patient. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabins: silence: Trouble us not. Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority; If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our way, I say. [Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow; methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him: his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny 1 Readily. • Present instant. our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course. [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er and drown? Have you a mind to sink? Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog! Boats. Work you, then. noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent thou art. Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstaunched wench. courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two Enter Mariners, wet. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist them, For our case is as theirs. Seb. I am out of patience. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.This wide-chapped rascal;—'Would thou mightst lie drowning The washing of ten tides! Gon. He'll be hanged yet, Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glut him. [A confused noise within.] Mercy on us!-We split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children!Farewell, brother!-We split, we split, we split. • Absolutely. Incontinent. [Exit. Mira. Ant. Let's all sink with the king. Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Exit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: the wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit. SCENE II.-The island: before the cell of PROSPERO. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: The sky, it seems, wou d pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd. Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd, ar.d The freighting souls within her. Be collected; Pro. 'Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; [Lays down his mantle. Lie there, my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely order'd, that there is no soul- O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you further. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio, I pray thee, mark me,--that a brother should Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put Be so perfidious!-he whom, next thyself, The manage of my state; as, at that time, Through all the signiories it was the first, And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Without a parallel; those being all my study, The government I cast upon my brother, And to my state grew stranger, being transported · And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleDost thou attend me? Sir, most heedfully. Mira. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash' for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd them, Or else new-form'd them: having both the key To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was not: I pray thee mark me. O good sir, I do. Mira. To credit his own lie,--he did believe Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. With all prerogative:-Hence his ambition Sit down; Certainly, sir, I can. Mira. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mira. 'Tis far off, And rather like a dream than an assurance, That my remembrance warrants: had I not Four or five women once, that tended me? Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how is it, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else Mira. But that I do not. Pro. Twelve years since, Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and O, the heavens! Growing, dost hear? Mira. And him he play'd it for, he needs will be O the heavens! Mira. Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me, If this might be a brother. Mira. I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons. Pro. Now the condition. This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises,Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,Should presently extirpate me and mine Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, With all the honors, on my brother. Whereon, A treacherous army levied, one midnight Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open The gates of Milan; and i' the dead of darkness, The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me, and thy crying self. Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, Pro. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which, this 7 Cut away. story • Sorrow. My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not; (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set Was I then to you! Pro. Alack! what trouble O! a cherubim Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe! Ari. Not a hair perish'd; On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst The king's son I have landed by himself; smile, Now I arise: Pro. Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island we arriv'd; and here Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Than other princes can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now I pray you, sir, (For still tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm? Pro. Brought to this shore: and by my prescience A most auspicious star; whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs, Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, And all the rest o' the fleet! Ari. Safely in harbor Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labor, Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: What is the time o' the day? Ari. Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses: The time 'twixt six and now, Must by us both be spent most preciously. Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me. Pro. How now? moody? What is't thou canst demand? I pray thee Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee! Ari. No. Pro. Thou dost; and think'st I When it is bak'd with frost. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, I do not, sir. Ari. The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, O, was she so? I must, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant: As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island Yes; Caliban her son. Ari. Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Of ever-angry bears: it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Could not again undo; it was mine art, When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape The pine, and let thee out. Ari. I thank thee, master. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Ari. Pardon, master: I will be correspondent to command, Do so; and after two days I will discharge thee. Mira. The strangeness of your story put Pro. Shake it off: Come on, We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Yields us kind answers. Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir, But, as 'tis, I do not love to look on. Cal. Within.] There's wood enough within. Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er! Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stiches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them. Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax, my mother, Which thou tak st from me. When thou camest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how • Commands. Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid' you, For learning me your language! Pro. Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel: and be quick, thou wert best. To answer other business: Shrug'st thou, malice? If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, That beasts shall tremble at thy din. Cal. No, 'pray thee! I must obey his art is of such power Pro. [Aside. So, slave; hence! [Exit CALIBAN. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing ; Come unto these yellow sands And then take hands: Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd, (The wild waves whist') Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Hark, hark! Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. The watch-dogs bark: Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. Hark, hark! I hear [dispersedly [dispersedly. The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry, cock-a-doodle-do. Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth? It sounds no more:-: |