The Complete Works of William Shakespeare

Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash. Trin. O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery.-O king Stephano!

228

Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown.

Trin. Thy grace shall have it.

Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean

232

SCENE I. Before the Cell of PROSPERO. Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes; and ARIEL.

Pro. Now does my project gather to a head:
My charms crack not; my spirits obey, and time
Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?
Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my
lord,

To dote thus on such luggage? Let's along,
And do the murder first: if he awake,
From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with You said our work should cease.
pinches;

Make us strange stuff.

236

Ste. Be you quiet, monster.-Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair and prove a bald jerkin. 240 Trin. Do, do: we steal by line and level, an't like your grace.

Ste. I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this country: 'Steal by line and level,' is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't. 247 Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.

Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our
time,

And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
With foreheads villanous low.

252

Sie. Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom. Go to; carry this. Trin. And this. Ste. Ay, and this.

256

A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of hounds, and hunt them about; PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on.

Pro.
I did say 80,
When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit,
How fares the king and's followers?
Ari.

Confin'd together
In the same fashion as you gave in charge;
Just as you left them: all prisoners, sir,
In the line-grove which weather-fends your
cell;

They cannot budge till your release. The king,
His brother, and yours, abide all three dis-
tracted,

And the remainder mourning over them,
Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly
Him, that you term'd, sir, 'The good old lord
Gonzalo:'

His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
From eaves of reeds; your charm so strongly
works them,

That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.

Pro.
Dost thou think so, spirit?
Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.
Pro.
And mine shall. 20
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou
art?

Though with their high wrongs I am struck to Melting the darkness, so their rising senses

Ari.
I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit.
Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes,
and groves;

And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets, that 36 By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime

Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid, 40 Weak masters though ye be-I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,

And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread-rattling thunder44 Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar: graves at my command 48 Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let them forth

By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure; and, when I have requir'd
Some heavenly music,-which even now I do,-
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And, deeper than did ever plummet sound,
I'll drown my book.
[Solemn music.
Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONSO, with a
frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBAS-
TIAN 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.

A solemn air and the best comforter
To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Now useless, boil'd within thy skull!
stand,

There

For you are spell-stopp'd.
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,
Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night, 65

Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason.-O good Gonzalo!
My true preserver, and a loyal sir

To him thou follow'st, I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed.-Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:72
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;-
Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh
and blood,

You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,76

Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,

Unnatural though thou art!-Their understanding

Begins to swell, and the approaching tide 80
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores
That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them
That yet looks on me, or would know me.-Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:-

[Exit ARIEL.

I will discase me, and myself present,
As I was sometime Milan.-Quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.

Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse
Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw
thee,

Th' affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear, a madness held me: this must crave,—
An if this be at all-a most strange story.
Thy dukedom I resign, and do entreat

117

At this encounter do so much admire That they devour their reason, and scarce think Their eyes do offices of truth, their words 156 Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have Thou pardon me my wrongs.-But how should Been justled from your senses, know for certain Prospero That I am Prospero and that very duke Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely

Be living, and be here?
Pro.

First, noble friend, 120
Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot
Be measur'd, or confin'd.
Gon.

Or be not, I'll not swear.
Pro.

Whether this be,

You do yet taste Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain.-Welcome! my friends all:125

[Aside to SEB. and ANT.] But you, my brace of
lords, were I so minded,

I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you,
And justify you traitors: at this time
I will tell no tales.

128

No.

Seb. [Aside.] The devil speaks in him.
Pro.
For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require 132
My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.

Alon.
If thou beest Prospero,
Give us particulars of thy preservation;
How thou hast met us here, who three hours
since
136
Were wrack'd upon this shore; where I have lost,-
How sharp the point of this remembrance is!-
My dear son Ferdinand.
Pro.

I am woe for 't, sir.
Alon. Irreparable is the loss, and patience
Says it is past her cure.

160

Upon this shore, where you were wrack'd, was landed,

164

To be the lord on 't. No more yet of this;
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
Not a relation for a breakfast nor
Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
This cell's my court: here have I few attendants
And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
My dukedom since you have given me again,168
I will requite you with as good a thing;
At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye
As much as me my dukedom.

The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers
FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess.
Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.

Fer.

No, my dearest love, 172

Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful:

I have curs'd them without cause.

[Kneels to ALON.
Alon.
Now, all the blessings
Of a glad father compass thee about!
Arise, and say how thou cam'st here.
Mira.

180

O, wonder!

How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in 't!

Pro.
'Tis new to thee. 184
Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou
wast at play?

Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
And brought us thus together?

Fer.

Sir, she is mortal; 188 But by immortal Providence she's mine;

I chose her when I could not ask my father For his advice, nor thought I had one. She Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan, Of whom so often I have heard renown, But never saw before; of whom I have Receiv'd a second life; and second father This lady makes him to me.

Alon.

I am hers: But O! how oddly will it sound that I Must ask my child forgiveness!

Pro.

236

Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, And mo diversity of sounds, all horrible, There, sir, stop: We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty: Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Capering to eye her: on a trice, so please you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping hither.

Let us not burden our remembrances
With a heaviness that's gone.
Gon.

I have inly wept, 200 Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods,

And on this couple drop a blessed crown;
For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way
Which brought us hither!

Alon.

I say, Amen, Gonzalo! 204 Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue

Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice
Beyond a common joy, and set it down
With gold on lasting pillars. In one voyage 208
Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis,
And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife
Where he himself was lost; Prospero his duke-
dom

In a poor isle; and all of us ourselves,
When no man was his own.

212

Alon. [To FER. and MIRA.] Give me your
hands:

Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart
That doth not wish you joy!
Gon.
Be it so: Amen!
Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain
amazedly following.

O look, sir! look, sir! here are more of us. 216
I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown.-Now, blasphemy,
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on
shore?

Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news? Boats. The best news is that we have safely found

221

Our king and company: the next, our ship,Which but three glasses since we gave out split,

Is tight and yare and bravely rigg'd as when We first put out to sea.

Ari. [Aside to PRO.] Sir, all this service Have I done since I went.

225

Pro. [Aside to ARI.] My tricksy spirit! Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen

Pro. Sir, my liege, Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business: at pick'd leisurs Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you,Which to you shall seem probable,-of every These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well.-[Aside to ARI.] Come hither, spirit;

252

Set Caliban and his companions free; Untie the spell. [Exit ARI.] How fares my gracious sir?

There are yet missing of your company Some few odd lads that you remember not. Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel. Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself, for all is but fortune.-Coragio! bully-monster, Coragio! Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight.

260

His mother was a witch; and one so strong That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,

And deal in her command without her power.
These three have robb'd me; and this demi-
devil,-
272
For he's a bastard one,--had plotted with them
To take my life: two of these fellows you
Must know and own; this thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.

Cal.

I shall be pinch'd to death 276 Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?

Seb. He is drunk now: where had he wine? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling-ripe: where should they

Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them? How cam'st thou in this pickle?

281 Trin. I have been in such a pickle since I saw you last that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing. 284 Seb. Why, how now, Stephano!

Ste. O! touch me not: I am not Stephano, but a cramp.

Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
Ste. I should have been a sore one then. 288
Alon. This is a strange thing as e'er I look'a
[Pointing to CAL.

on.

Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners As in his shape.-Go, sirrah, to my cell; Take with you your companions: as you look To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

293

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter,

296

And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool!

Pro.

Go to; away!

To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest
For this one night; which-part of it-I'll waste
With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it
Go quick away; the story of my life
304
And the particular accidents gone by
Since I came to this isle: and in the morn
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
Alon.

308

I long

And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales
And sail so expeditious that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off.-[Aside to ARI.] My
Ariel, chick,
316

That thy charge: then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well!-Please you, draw
[Exeunt.

near.

EPILOGUE,

Spoken by PROSPERO.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have 's mine own;
Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
I must be here confin'd by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell;
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer,
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.

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