DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. ALONSO, King of Naples. STEPHANO, a drunken Butler, SEBASTIAN, his Brother. Master of a Ship, Boatswain, Marinera. MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero. IRIS, JUNO, presented by Spirits. Nymphs, Reapers, Other Spirits attending on Prospero. 9 ACT I. of the present, we will not hand a rope more; SCENE I.-On a Ship at Sea. A tempestuous use your authority: if you cannot, give thanks noise of thunder and lightning heard. you have lived so long, and make yourself ready Ente a Shipmaster and a Boatswain severaily. in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if Mast. Boatswain! it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts!--Out of our Baats. Here, master: what cheer? way, I say. [Exit. Hazt. Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: rarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; bestir. [Exit. his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his Enter Mariners. destiny our cable, for our own doth little adBrats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my vantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our bearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend case is miserable. [Exeunt. to the master's 'whistle.-Blow, till thou burst thy Find, if room enough! Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the topmast! yare! lower, Ende ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDI- lower! Bring her to try with main-course. [A XAND, GONZALO, and others. cry within. ) A plague upon this howling! they Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's are louder than the weather, or our office.- 42 tbe master? Play the men. Brats. I pray now, keep below. Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Ant. Where is the master, boson? Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink? abour. keep your cabins: you do assist the Seb. A pox o'your throat, you bawling, blas 16 phemous, incharitable dog! Gon. Nay, good, be patient. Boats. Work you, then. 47 Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What cares Ant. Hang, cur, hangl you whoreson, insothese roarers for the name of king? To cabin: lent noisemaker, we are less afraid to be silencel trouble us not. 20 drowned than thou art. Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though aboard. 22 the ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and Boods. None that I more love than myself. as leaky as an unstanched wench. ina are a counsellor: if you can command Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! Set her two bese elements to silence, and work the peace courses; off to sea again; lay her off. 12 orm. 53 28 32 Enter Mariners, wet. Mira. More to know Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all Did never meddle with my thoughts. lost! [Exeunt. Pro. 'Tis time Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? 58 I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us And pluck my magic garment from me.-So: 24 assist them, [Lays down his mantle. For our case is as theirs. Lie there, my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have Seb. I am out of patience. 60 comfort. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by The direful spectacle of the wrack, which touch'd drunkards.- The very virtue of compassion in thee, This wide-chapp'd rascal,-would thou might'st I have with such provision in mine art lie drowning, So safely order'd, that there is no soulThe washing of ten tides! No, not so much perdition as an hair, Gon. He'll be hang'd yet, Betid to any creature in the vessel Though every drop of water swear against it, 64 Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'sti And gape at wid'st to glut him. sink. Sit down; (A confused noise within, -"Mercy on us! For thou must now know further. "We split, we split!'-'Farewell, my wife and Mira. You have often children!' Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd, * Farewell, brother!'—'We split, we split, we And left me to a bootless inquisition, split!'-) 67 Concluding, “Stay; not yet.' Ani. Let's all sink wi' the king. [Exit. Pro. 36 Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Exit. The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, A time before we came unto this cell? brown furze, any thing. The wills above be I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit. not 40 Out three years old. Mira. Certainly, sir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other house or person? Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Of anything the image tell me, that Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you Hath kept with thy remembrance. have Mira. 'Tis far off; 44 Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. And rather like a dream than an assurance The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking That my remembrance warrants. Had I not pitch, 3 Four or five women once that tended me? But that the sea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek, Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But Dashes the fire out. O! I have suffer'd how is it With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else Who had, no doubt, some noble creatures in her, In the dark backward and abysm of time? Dasb'd all to pieces. On the cry did knock 8 If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam’st here, Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd. How thou cam'st here, thou may’st. Had I been any god of power, I would Mira. But that I do not. Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er Pro. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year It should the good ship so have swallow'd and since, The fraughting souls within her. Thy father was the Duke of Milan and Pro. Be collected: A prince of power. No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart Mira. Sir, are not you my father? There's no harm done. Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Mira. O, woe the day! She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father Pro. No harm. Was Duke of Milan, and his only heir 0, the heavens! Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing what foul play had we that we came from Of whence I am: nor that I am more better thence? Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, 20 Or blessed was't we did? And thy no greater father. Pro. Both, both, my girl: 48 52 II 58 60 71 a 120 I 28 By foul piay, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan. Me, poor man,-my library Mira. 0! my heart bleeds Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalTo think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, ties Which is from my remembrance. Please you, He thinks me now incapable; confederates, further. 65 So dry he was for sway,--wi' the king of Naples Pro. My brother and thy uncle, call'd An. To give him annual tribute, do him homage;4 tonio, Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend I pray thee, mark me,--that a brother should The dukedom, yet unbow'd,--alas, poor Milan!Be so peridious!-he whom next thyself, 68 To most ignoble stooping. Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put Mira. O the heavens! 116 The manage of my state; as at that time, Pro. Mark his condition and the event; then Through all the signiories it was the first, tell me and Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed If this might be a brother. La dignity, and for the liberal arts, Mira. I should sin Now the condition. 70 This King of Naples, being an enemy And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle- To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Dost thou attend me? Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises Mira. Sir, most heedfully. Of homage and I know not how much tribute, Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Should presently extirpate me and mine 125 How to deny them, who t'advance, and who 80 Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan, To trash for over-topping; new created With all the honours on my brother: whereon, The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd A treacherous army levied, one midnight em, Fated to the purpose did Antonio open Or else new form d 'em: having both the key The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state 84 The ministers for the purpose hurried thence To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was Me and thy crying self. The ivy which had bid my princely trunk, Mira. Alack, or pity! And suck d my verdure out on't.—Thou at I, not rememb’ring how I cried out then, tend'st not. Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint, That wrings mine eyes to 't. Hear a little further, I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated And then I'll bring thee to the present business To closeness and the bettering of my mind Which now's upon us; without the which this With that, which, but by being so retir’d, story O'erpriz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Were most impertinent. Awak'd an evil nature; and my trust, Mira. Wherefore did they not Like a good parent, did beget of him That hour destroy us? 95 Well demanded, wench: As my trust was; which had, indeed no limit, My tale provokes that question. Dear, they A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, 140 Sot only with what my revenue yielded, So dear the love my people bore me, nor set Bat wat my power might else exact,-like one, A mark so bloody on the business; but Who having, into truth, by telling of it, 100 With colours fairer painted their foul ends. Made such a sinner of his memory, In few, they hurried us aboard a bark, To credit his own lie, -he did believe Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution, A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, And executing th' outward face of royalty, 104 Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats With all prerogative:-Hence his ambition Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us, Toving, To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh 149 Dost thou hear? To the winds whose pity, sighing back again, Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Did us but loving wrong. Pro. To have no screen between this part he Mira. Alack! what trouble play'd Was I then to you! 132 a 91 137 durst not, 144 200 205 208 212 Pro. 152 Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade Thou wast, that did preserve mel Thou didst thee? smile, Ari. To every article. Infused with a fortitude from heaven, I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, 196 When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me I flam'd amazement: sometime I'd divide An undergoing stomach, to bear up 157 And burn in many places; on the topmast, Against what should ensue. The yards, and boresprit, would I fame disMira. How came we ashore? tinctly, Pro. By Providence divine. 159 Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the Some food we had and some fresh water that precursors A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Out of his charity,—who being then appointed And sight-outrunning were not: the fire and Master of this design,-did give us; with 163 cracks Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune Which since have steaded much; so, of his Seem to besiege and make his bold waves gentleness, tremble, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, Yea, his dread trident shake. From mine own library with volumes that Pro. My brave spirit! I prize above my dukedom. Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Mira. Would I might 168 Would not infect his reason? But ever see that man! Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad and play'd [Resumes his mantle. Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners, Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the Here in this island we arriv'd; and here vessel, Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, FerThan other princes can, that have more time dinand, For vainer hours and tutors not so careful. With hair up-staring,—then like reeds, not Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I hair,-pray you, sir, Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is For still 'tis beating in my mind,--your empty, 176 And all the devils are here.' For raising this sea-storm? Pro. Why, that's my spirit! Pro. Know thus far forth. But was not this nigh shore? By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Ari. Close by, my master. 216 Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Brought to this shore; and by my prescience 180 Ari. Not a hair perish'd; I find my zenith doth depend upon On their sustaining garments not a blemish, A most auspicious star, whose influence But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me, If now I court not but omit, my fortunes In troops I have dispers’d them 'bout the isle. Will ever after droop. Here cease more ques. The king's son have I landed by himself; tions; 184 Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, In an odd angle of the isle and sitting, And give it way;-I know thou canst not His arms in this sad knot. choose.-[MIRANDA sleeps. Pro. Of the king's ship 224 Come away, servant, come! I'm ready now. The mariners, say how thou hast dispos'd, Approach, my Ariel; come! 188 And all the rest o' the fleet. Safely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, haill Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew I come From the still-vex'd Bermoothes; there she's hid: To answer thy best pleasure; ke't to fly, The mariners all under hatches stow'd; To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride 191 Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd On the curl'd clouds: to thy strong bidding task labour, Ariel and all his quality. I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Which I dispers'd, they all have met again, reason 221 230 272 280 Pro. And are upon the Mediterranean flote, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant: Bound sadly home for Naples, And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate Supposing that they saw the king's ship To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, vrack'd, 236 Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, And his great person perish. By help of her more potent ministers, 276 Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work: Into a cloven pine; within which rift What is the time o' th' day? Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain Ari. Past the mid season. A dozen years; within which space she died Pro. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy six and now 240 groans Vust by us both be spent most preciously. As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost island, give me pains, Save for the son that she did litter here, A human shape. Ari. Yes; Caliban her son. 284 What is't thou canst demand? Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he that Caliban, Ari. My liberty. Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know's: Pro. Before the time be out? no more! What torment I did find thee in; thy groaas Ari. I prithee Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts Premember, I have done thee worthy service; Of ever-angry bears: it was a torment 289 Told the no lies, made no mistakingo, serv'd To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst Could not again undo; it was mine art, promise 249 When I arriv'd and heard thee, that made gape To bate me a full year. The pine, and let thee out. Ari. I thank thee, master. From what a torment I did free thee? Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an Ari. No. oak Pro. Thou dost; and think'st it much to And peg thee in his knotty entrails till tread the ooze 252 Thou hast bowl'd away twelve winters. Of the salt deep, Ari. Pardon, master; 296 To run upon the sharp wind of the north, I will be correspondent to command, To do me business in the veins o'th' earth And do my spiriting gently. When it is bak'd with frost. Pro. Do so; and after two days Ari. I do not, sir. 256 I will discharge thee. Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou Ari. That's my noble master! forgot What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy Pro. Go make thyself like a nymph of the Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? sea: be subject 301 Ari. No, sir. To no sight but thine and mine; invisible Pro. Thou hast. Where was she To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape, born? speak; tell me. 260 And hither come in't: go, hence with diliAri. Sir, in Argier. gence! [Exit ARIEL. Pro. O! was she so? I must, Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Awake! Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sy- Mira. [Waking.] The strangeness of your corax, 263 story put Por mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible Heavines3 in me. To enter human hearing, from Argier, Pro. Shake it off. Come on; ibou know'st, was banish’d: for one thing she We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. They would not take her life. Is not this true? Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir, Ari. Ay, sir. 268 I do not love to look on. Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought Pro. But, as 'tis, with child We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, As i bere was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices a 308 312 |