The Complete Works of William Shakespeare

THE TEMPEST

DRAMATIS PERSONE.

ALONSO, King of Naples.

SEBASTIAN, his Brother.

PROSPERO, the right Duke of Milan.

STEPHANO, a drunken Butler.

Master of a Ship, Boatswain, Marinera,

MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero.

ANTONIO, his Brother, the usurping Duke of ARIEL, an airy Spirit.

Milan.

FERDINAND, Son to the King of Naples.

GONZALO, an honest old Counsellor.

ADRIAN, Lords.

FRANCISCO,

CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave.

TRINCULO, a Jester.

IRIS,

CERES,

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Other Spirits attending on Prospero.

SCENE. The Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an Island.

ACT I.

SCENE L.-On a Ship at Sea. A tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.

Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain severaily.

Mast. Boatswain!

Boats. Here, master: what cheer?

Mast. Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't

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;

Farely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast,

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDI- lower! Bring her to try with main-course. [A NAND, GONZALO, and others.

Boats. Down with the topmast! yare! lower, cry within. A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.- 42

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, blas-
phemous, incharitable dog!
Boats. Work you, then.

Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noisemaker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench.

Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! Set her two courses; off to sea again; lay her offi.

pitch,

But that the sea, mounting to th' 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
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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 and
The fraughting souls within her.

Pro.

The hour's now come, 36

The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast

not

Out three years old. Mira.

Certainly, sir, I can.

Pro. By what? by any other house or person? Of anything the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira.

'Tis far off; 44

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

Pro. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,

Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
A prince of power.
Mira.

Sir, are not you my father?

Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, ani She said thou wast my daughter; and thy fathe Was Duke of Milan, and his only heir A princess, -no worse issued. Mira.

O, the heavens!

What foul play had we that we came fron thence?

Or blessed was't we did? Pro.

Both, both, my girl:

I pray thee, mark me, that a brother should
Be so perfidious! - he whom next thyself,
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The manage of my state; as at that time,
Through all the signiories it was the first,
And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed
In dignity, and for the liberal arts,
Without a parallel: those being all my study,
The government I cast upon my brother,
And to my state grew stranger, being trans-
ported

76 And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle Dost thou attend me?

Pro.

120

125

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 honours 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, or pity!

I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint,
That wrings mine eyes to 't.

Pro.

128

132

Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which this

I pray thee, mark me. 88 1, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind

With that, which, but by being so retir'd, O'erpriz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Awak'd an evil nature; and my trust,

Like a good parent, did beget of him

A falsehood in its contrary as great

So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh 149
To the winds whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.
Mira.

Was I then to you!

Alack! what trouble

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.

Mira.

But ever see that man!
Pro.

Ari. To every article.

I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, 196
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: sometime I'd divide

And burn in many places; on the topmast,
The yards, and boresprit, would I flame dis-
tinctly,

200

Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the
precursors

O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight-outrunning were not: the fire and

cracks

Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
Seem to besiege and make his bold waves
tremble,

Yea, his dread trident shake.
Pro.

Ari.

205

My brave spirit!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would I might 168 Would not infect his reason?
Not a soul 208
But felt a fever of the mad and play'd
Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners,
Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the

Now I arise:

[Resumes his mantle.

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

176 Know thus far forth.

For raising this sea-storm?
Pro.

By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore; and by my prescience 180
I find my zenith doth depend upon

A most auspicious star, whose influence
If now I court not but omit, my fortunes

Will ever after droop. Here cease more ques-
tions;

184

Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way; -I know thou canst not
choose.-
[MIRANDA sleeps.
Come away, servant, come! I'm ready now.
Approach, my Ariel; come!

Enter ARIEL,

On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle.
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
In an odd angle of the isle and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot.
Pro.

Of the king's ship 224
The mariners, say how thou hast dispos'd,
188 And all the rest o' the fleet.
Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once

Ari.

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew

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