The Tempest

A comedy written in 1611 by William Shakespeare

1(stage directions)11[Enter a Master and a Boatswain]
311BOATSWAINHere, master: what cheer?
411MASTERGood, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.
5(stage directions)11[Exit]
6(stage directions)11[Enter Mariners]
711BOATSWAINHeigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! [Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND,] GONZALO, and others]
811ALONSOGood boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.
911BOATSWAINI pray now, keep below.
1011ANTONIOWhere is the master, boatswain?
1111BOATSWAINDo you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.
1211GONZALONay, good, be patient.
1311BOATSWAINWhen the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not.
1411GONZALOGood, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
1511BOATSWAINNone 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.
16(stage directions)11[Exit]
1711GONZALOI 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 our cable, for our own doth little advantage. If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.
18(stage directions)11[Exeunt]
19(stage directions)11[Re-enter Boatswain]
2011BOATSWAINDown with the topmast! 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?
2111SEBASTIANA pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
2211BOATSWAINWork you then.
2311ANTONIOHang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
2411GONZALOI'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an unstanched wench.
2511BOATSWAINLay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off to sea again; lay her off.
26(stage directions)11[Enter Mariners wet]
2711MARINERSAll lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
2811BOATSWAINWhat, must our mouths be cold?
2911GONZALOThe king and prince at prayers! let's assist them, For our case is as theirs.
3011SEBASTIANI'm out of patience.
3111ANTONIOWe are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards: This wide-chapp'd rascal--would thou mightst lie drowning The washing of ten tides!
3211GONZALOHe'll be hang'd yet, Though every drop of water swear against it And gape at widest 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!']
3311ANTONIOLet's all sink with the king.
3411SEBASTIANLet's take leave of him.
35(stage directions)11[Exeunt ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN]
3611GONZALONow 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.
37(stage directions)11[Exeunt]
38(stage directions)12[Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA]
3912MIRANDAIf by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creature 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 ere It should the good ship so have swallow'd and The fraughting souls within her.
4012PROSPEROBe collected: No more amazement: tell your piteous heart There's no harm done.
4112MIRANDAO, woe the day!
4212PROSPERONo harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Of whence I am, nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father.
4312MIRANDAMore to know Did never meddle with my thoughts.
4412PROSPERO'Tis time I should inform thee farther. 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 ordered that there is no soul-- No, not so much perdition as an hair Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down; For thou must now know farther.
4512MIRANDAYou have often Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd And left me to a bootless inquisition, Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'
4612PROSPEROThe hour's now come; 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.
4712MIRANDACertainly, sir, I can.
4812PROSPEROBy what? by any other house or person? Of any thing the image tell me that Hath kept with thy remembrance.
4912MIRANDA'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?
5012PROSPEROThou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here, How thou camest here thou mayst.
5112MIRANDABut that I do not.
5212PROSPEROTwelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, Thy father was the Duke of Milan and A prince of power.
5312MIRANDASir, are not you my father?
5412PROSPEROThy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir And princess no worse issued.
5512MIRANDAO the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did?
5612PROSPEROBoth, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence, But blessedly holp hither.
5712MIRANDAO, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
5812PROSPEROMy brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio-- I pray thee, mark me--that a brother should Be so perfidious!--he whom next thyself Of all the world I loved and to him put The manage of my state; as at that time Through all the signories 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 rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-- Dost thou attend me?
5912MIRANDASir, most heedfully.
6012PROSPEROBeing once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them, who to advance and who To trash for over-topping, new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em, Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not.
6112MIRANDAO, good sir, I do.
6212PROSPEROI pray thee, mark me. I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind With that which, but by being so retired, O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother Awaked an evil nature; and my trust, Like a good parent, did beget of him A falsehood in its contrary as great As my trust was; which had indeed no limit, A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded, But what my power might else exact, like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie, he did believe He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution And executing the outward face of royalty, With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing-- Dost thou hear?
6312MIRANDAYour tale, sir, would cure deafness.
6412PROSPEROTo have no screen between this part he play'd And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable; confederates-- So dry he was for sway--wi' the King of Naples To give him annual tribute, do him homage, Subject his coronet to his crown and bend The dukedom yet unbow'd--alas, poor Milan!-- To most ignoble stooping.
6512MIRANDAO the heavens!
6612PROSPEROMark his condition and the event; then tell me If this might be a brother.
6712MIRANDAI should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons.
6812PROSPERONow the condition. The 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.
6912MIRANDAAlack, for pity! I, not remembering how I cried out then, Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint That wrings mine eyes to't.
7012PROSPEROHear a little further And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon's; without the which this story Were most impertinent.
7112MIRANDAWherefore did they not That hour destroy us?
7212PROSPEROWell demanded, wench: My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not, 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 prepared A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh To the winds whose pity, sighing back again, Did us but loving wrong.
7312MIRANDAAlack, what trouble Was I then to you!
7412PROSPEROO, a cherubim Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile. Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt, Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up Against what should ensue.
7512MIRANDAHow came we ashore?
7612PROSPEROBy Providence divine. Some food we had and some fresh water that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity, being then appointed Master of this design, did give us, with Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries, Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness, Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
7712MIRANDAWould I might But ever see that man!
7812PROSPERONow I arise: [Resumes his mantle] Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island we arrived; and here Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Than other princesses can that have more time For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.
7912MIRANDAHeavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir, For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason For raising this sea-storm?
8012PROSPEROKnow thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Brought to this shore; and by my prescience 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 questions: Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, And give it way: I know thou canst not choose. [MIRANDA sleeps] Come away, servant, come. I am ready now. Approach, my Ariel, come.
81(stage directions)12[Enter ARIEL]
8212ARIELAll hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task Ariel and all his quality.
8312PROSPEROHast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
8412ARIELTo every article. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide, And burn in many places; on the topmast, The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, 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.
8512PROSPEROMy brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Would not infect his reason?
8612ARIELNot a soul 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 vessel, Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring,--then like reeds, not hair,-- Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty And all the devils are here.'
8712PROSPEROWhy that's my spirit! But was not this nigh shore?
8812ARIELClose by, my master.
8912PROSPEROBut are they, Ariel, safe?
9012ARIELNot a hair perish'd; On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me, In troops I have dispersed 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.
9112PROSPEROOf the king's ship The mariners say how thou hast disposed And all the rest o' the fleet.
9212ARIELSafely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid: The mariners all under hatches stow'd; Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet Which I dispersed, they all have met again And are upon the Mediterranean flote, Bound sadly home for Naples, Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd And his great person perish.
9312PROSPEROAriel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work. What is the time o' the day?
9412ARIELPast the mid season.
9512PROSPEROAt least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously.
9612ARIELIs there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promised, Which is not yet perform'd me.
9712PROSPEROHow now? moody? What is't thou canst demand?
9812ARIELMy liberty.
9912PROSPEROBefore the time be out? no more!
10012ARIELI prithee, Remember I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise To bate me a full year.
10112PROSPERODost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee?
10312PROSPEROThou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze Of the salt deep, To run upon the sharp wind of the north, To do me business in the veins o' the earth When it is baked with frost.
10412ARIELI do not, sir.
10512PROSPEROThou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
10612ARIELNo, sir.
10712PROSPEROThou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.
10812ARIELSir, in Argier.
10912PROSPEROO, was she so? I must Once in a month recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing, from Argier, Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did They would not take her life. Is not this true?
11012ARIELAy, sir.
11112PROSPEROThis blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant; And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, By help of her more potent ministers And in her most unmitigable rage, Into a cloven pine; within which rift Imprison'd thou didst painfully remain A dozen years; within which space she died And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island-- Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp hag-born--not honour'd with A human shape.
11212ARIELYes, Caliban her son.
11312PROSPERODull 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 arrived and heard thee, that made gape The pine and let thee out.
11412ARIELI thank thee, master.
11512PROSPEROIf thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak And peg thee in his knotty entrails till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
11612ARIELPardon, master; I will be correspondent to command And do my spiriting gently.
11712PROSPERODo so, and after two days I will discharge thee.
11812ARIELThat's my noble master! What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?
11912PROSPEROGo make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject To no sight but thine and mine, invisible To every eyeball else. Go take this shape And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence! [Exit ARIEL] Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!
12012MIRANDAThe strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me.
12112PROSPEROShake it off. Come on; We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never Yields us kind answer.
12212MIRANDA'Tis a villain, sir, I do not love to look on.
12312PROSPEROBut, as 'tis, We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Fetch in our wood and serves in offices That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban! Thou earth, thou! speak.
12412CALIBAN[Within] There's wood enough within.
12512PROSPEROCome forth, I say! there's other business for thee: Come, thou tortoise! when? [Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph] Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear.
12612ARIELMy lord it shall be done.
127(stage directions)12[Exit]
12812PROSPEROThou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
129(stage directions)12[Enter CALIBAN]
13012CALIBANAs 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!
13112PROSPEROFor this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches 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 honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.
13212CALIBANI must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first, Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile: Cursed be I that did so! All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest o' the island.
13312PROSPEROThou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee, Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child.
13412CALIBANO ho, O ho! would't had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans.
13512PROSPEROAbhorred slave, Which any print of goodness wilt not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known. But thy vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confined into this rock, Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
13612CALIBANYou taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you For learning me your language!
13712PROSPEROHag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt 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.
13812CALIBANNo, pray thee. [Aside] I must obey: his art is of such power, It would control my dam's god, Setebos, and make a vassal of him.
13912PROSPEROSo, slave; hence! [Exit CALIBAN] [Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing;] FERDINAND following] ARIEL'S song. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have and kiss'd The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear. Hark, hark! [Burthen [dispersedly, within] Bow-wow] The watch-dogs bark! [Burthen Bow-wow] Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
14012FERDINANDWhere should this music be? i' the air or the earth? It sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon Some god o' the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone. No, it begins again. [ARIEL sings] Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell [Burthen Ding-dong] Hark! now I hear them,--Ding-dong, bell.
14112FERDINANDThe ditty does remember my drown'd father. This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.
14212PROSPEROThe fringed curtains of thine eye advance And say what thou seest yond.
14312MIRANDAWhat is't? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.
14412PROSPERONo, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows And strays about to find 'em.
14512MIRANDAI might call him A thing divine, for nothing natural I ever saw so noble.
14612PROSPERO[Aside] It goes on, I see, As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this.
14712FERDINANDMost sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer May know if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give How I may bear me here: my prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! If you be maid or no?
14812MIRANDANo wonder, sir; But certainly a maid.
14912FERDINANDMy language! heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken.
15012PROSPEROHow? the best? What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
15112FERDINANDA single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me; And that he does I weep: myself am Naples, Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd.
15212MIRANDAAlack, for mercy!
15312FERDINANDYes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan And his brave son being twain.
15412PROSPERO[Aside]. The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could control thee, If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this. [To FERDINAND] A word, good sir; I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
15512MIRANDAWhy speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father To be inclined my way!
15612FERDINANDO, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples.
15712PROSPEROSoft, sir! one word more. [Aside] They are both in either's powers; but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light. [To FERDINAND] One word more; I charge thee That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself Upon this island as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on't.
15812FERDINANDNo, as I am a man.
15912MIRANDAThere's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't.
16012PROSPEROFollow me. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come; I'll manacle thy neck and feet together: Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and husks Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
16112FERDINANDNo; I will resist such entertainment till Mine enemy has more power.
162(stage directions)12[Draws, and is charmed from moving]
16312MIRANDAO dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle and not fearful.
16412PROSPEROWhat? I say, My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor; Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward, For I can here disarm thee with this stick And make thy weapon drop.
16512MIRANDABeseech you, father.
16612PROSPEROHence! hang not on my garments.
16712MIRANDASir, have pity; I'll be his surety.
16812PROSPEROSilence! one word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! An advocate for an imposter! hush! Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he, Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench! To the most of men this is a Caliban And they to him are angels.
16912MIRANDAMy affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man.
17012PROSPEROCome on; obey: Thy nerves are in their infancy again And have no vigour in them.
17112FERDINANDSo they are; My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth Let liberty make use of; space enough Have I in such a prison.
17212PROSPERO[Aside] It works. [To FERDINAND] Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! [To FERDINAND] Follow me. [To ARIEL] Hark what thou else shalt do me.
17312MIRANDABe of comfort; My father's of a better nature, sir, Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted Which now came from him.
17412PROSPEROThou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command.
17512ARIELTo the syllable.
17612PROSPEROCome, follow. Speak not for him.
177(stage directions)12[Exeunt] [Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO,] ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others]
17821GONZALOBeseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause, So have we all, of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe Is common; every day some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchant and the merchant Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle, I mean our preservation, few in millions Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Our sorrow with our comfort.
17921ALONSOPrithee, peace.
18021SEBASTIANHe receives comfort like cold porridge.
18121ANTONIOThe visitor will not give him o'er so.
18221SEBASTIANLook he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
18421SEBASTIANOne: tell.
18521GONZALOWhen every grief is entertain'd that's offer'd, Comes to the entertainer--
18621SEBASTIANA dollar.
18721GONZALODolour comes to him, indeed: you have spoken truer than you purposed.
18821SEBASTIANYou have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.
18921GONZALOTherefore, my lord,--
19021ANTONIOFie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!
19121ALONSOI prithee, spare.
19221GONZALOWell, I have done: but yet,--
19321SEBASTIANHe will be talking.
19421ANTONIOWhich, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow?
19521SEBASTIANThe old cock.
19621ANTONIOThe cockerel.
19721SEBASTIANDone. The wager?
19821ANTONIOA laughter.
19921SEBASTIANA match!
20021ADRIANThough this island seem to be desert,--
20121SEBASTIANHa, ha, ha! So, you're paid.
20221ADRIANUninhabitable and almost inaccessible,--
20521ANTONIOHe could not miss't.
20621ADRIANIt must needs be of subtle, tender and delicate temperance.
20721ANTONIOTemperance was a delicate wench.
20821SEBASTIANAy, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.
20921ADRIANThe air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
21021SEBASTIANAs if it had lungs and rotten ones.
21121ANTONIOOr as 'twere perfumed by a fen.
21221GONZALOHere is everything advantageous to life.
21321ANTONIOTrue; save means to live.
21421SEBASTIANOf that there's none, or little.
21521GONZALOHow lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
21621ANTONIOThe ground indeed is tawny.
21721SEBASTIANWith an eye of green in't.
21821ANTONIOHe misses not much.
21921SEBASTIANNo; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
22021GONZALOBut the rarity of it is,--which is indeed almost beyond credit,--
22121SEBASTIANAs many vouched rarities are.
22221GONZALOThat our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water.
22321ANTONIOIf but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say he lies?
22421SEBASTIANAy, or very falsely pocket up his report
22521GONZALOMethinks our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.
22621SEBASTIAN'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.
22721ADRIANTunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their queen.
22821GONZALONot since widow Dido's time.
22921ANTONIOWidow! a pox o' that! How came that widow in? widow Dido!
23021SEBASTIANWhat if he had said 'widower AEneas' too? Good Lord, how you take it!
23121ADRIAN'Widow Dido' said you? you make me study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
23221GONZALOThis Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
23421GONZALOI assure you, Carthage.
23521SEBASTIANHis word is more than the miraculous harp; he hath raised the wall and houses too.
23621ANTONIOWhat impossible matter will he make easy next?
23721SEBASTIANI think he will carry this island home in his pocket and give it his son for an apple.
23821ANTONIOAnd, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands.
24021ANTONIOWhy, in good time.
24121GONZALOSir, we were talking that our garments seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen.
24221ANTONIOAnd the rarest that e'er came there.
24321SEBASTIANBate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
24421ANTONIOO, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido.
24521GONZALOIs not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.
24621ANTONIOThat sort was well fished for.
24721GONZALOWhen I wore it at your daughter's marriage?
24821ALONSOYou cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense. Would I had never Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, My son is lost and, in my rate, she too, Who is so far from Italy removed I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish Hath made his meal on thee?
24921FRANCISCOSir, he may live: I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt He came alive to land.
25021ALONSONo, no, he's gone.
25121SEBASTIANSir, you may thank yourself for this great loss, That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, But rather lose her to an African; Where she at least is banish'd from your eye, Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
25221ALONSOPrithee, peace.
25321SEBASTIANYou were kneel'd to and importuned otherwise By all of us, and the fair soul herself Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at Which end o' the beam should bow. We have lost your son, I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have More widows in them of this business' making Than we bring men to comfort them: The fault's your own.
25421ALONSOSo is the dear'st o' the loss.
25521GONZALOMy lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, When you should bring the plaster.
25621SEBASTIANVery well.
25721ANTONIOAnd most chirurgeonly.
25821GONZALOIt is foul weather in us all, good sir, When you are cloudy.
25921SEBASTIANFoul weather?
26021ANTONIOVery foul.
26121GONZALOHad I plantation of this isle, my lord,--
26221ANTONIOHe'ld sow't with nettle-seed.
26321SEBASTIANOr docks, or mallows.
26421GONZALOAnd were the king on't, what would I do?
26521SEBASTIAN'Scape being drunk for want of wine.
26621GONZALOI' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things; for no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; No occupation; all men idle, all; And women too, but innocent and pure; No sovereignty;--
26721SEBASTIANYet he would be king on't.
26821ANTONIOThe latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.
26921GONZALOAll things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
27021SEBASTIANNo marrying 'mong his subjects?
27121ANTONIONone, man; all idle: whores and knaves.
27221GONZALOI would with such perfection govern, sir, To excel the golden age.
27321SEBASTIANGod save his majesty!
27421ANTONIOLong live Gonzalo!
27521GONZALOAnd,--do you mark me, sir?
27621ALONSOPrithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.
27721GONZALOI do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that they always use to laugh at nothing.
27821ANTONIO'Twas you we laughed at.
27921GONZALOWho in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you: so you may continue and laugh at nothing still.
28021ANTONIOWhat a blow was there given!
28121SEBASTIANAn it had not fallen flat-long.
28221GONZALOYou are gentlemen of brave metal; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.
283(stage directions)21[Enter ARIEL, invisible, playing solemn music]
28421SEBASTIANWe would so, and then go a bat-fowling.
28521ANTONIONay, good my lord, be not angry.
28621GONZALONo, I warrant you; I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy?
28721ANTONIOGo sleep, and hear us.
288(stage directions)21[All sleep except ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, and ANTONIO]
28921ALONSOWhat, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find They are inclined to do so.
29021SEBASTIANPlease you, sir, Do not omit the heavy offer of it: It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, It is a comforter.
29121ANTONIOWe two, my lord, Will guard your person while you take your rest, And watch your safety.
29221ALONSOThank you. Wondrous heavy.
293(stage directions)21[ALONSO sleeps. Exit ARIEL]
29421SEBASTIANWhat a strange drowsiness possesses them!
29521ANTONIOIt is the quality o' the climate.
29621SEBASTIANWhy Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not Myself disposed to sleep.
29721ANTONIONor I; my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian? O, what might?--No more:-- And yet me thinks I see it in thy face, What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee, and My strong imagination sees a crown Dropping upon thy head.
29821SEBASTIANWhat, art thou waking?
29921ANTONIODo you not hear me speak?
30021SEBASTIANI do; and surely It is a sleepy language and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say? This is a strange repose, to be asleep With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, And yet so fast asleep.
30121ANTONIONoble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep--die, rather; wink'st Whiles thou art waking.
30221SEBASTIANThou dost snore distinctly; There's meaning in thy snores.
30321ANTONIOI am more serious than my custom: you Must be so too, if heed me; which to do Trebles thee o'er.
30421SEBASTIANWell, I am standing water.
30521ANTONIOI'll teach you how to flow.
30621SEBASTIANDo so: to ebb Hereditary sloth instructs me.
30721ANTONIOO, If you but knew how you the purpose cherish Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, Most often do so near the bottom run By their own fear or sloth.
30821SEBASTIANPrithee, say on: The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim A matter from thee, and a birth indeed Which throes thee much to yield.
30921ANTONIOThus, sir: Although this lord of weak remembrance, this, Who shall be of as little memory When he is earth'd, hath here almost persuade,-- For he's a spirit of persuasion, only Professes to persuade,--the king his son's alive, 'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd And he that sleeps here swims.
31021SEBASTIANI have no hope That he's undrown'd.
31121ANTONIOO, out of that 'no hope' What great hope have you! no hope that way is Another way so high a hope that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with me That Ferdinand is drown'd?
31221SEBASTIANHe's gone.
31321ANTONIOThen, tell me, Who's the next heir of Naples?
31521ANTONIOShe that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples Can have no note, unless the sun were post-- The man i' the moon's too slow--till new-born chins Be rough and razorable; she that--from whom? We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again, And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.
31621SEBASTIANWhat stuff is this! how say you? 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions There is some space.
31721ANTONIOA space whose every cubit Seems to cry out, 'How shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake.' Say, this were death That now hath seized them; why, they were no worse Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate As amply and unnecessarily As this Gonzalo; I myself could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore The mind that I do! what a sleep were this For your advancement! Do you understand me?
31821SEBASTIANMethinks I do.
31921ANTONIOAnd how does your content Tender your own good fortune?
32021SEBASTIANI remember You did supplant your brother Prospero.
32121ANTONIOTrue: And look how well my garments sit upon me; Much feater than before: my brother's servants Were then my fellows; now they are my men.
32221SEBASTIANBut, for your conscience?
32321ANTONIOAy, sir; where lies that? if 'twere a kibe, 'Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences, That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they And melt ere they molest! Here lies your brother, No better than the earth he lies upon, If he were that which now he's like, that's dead; Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it, Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus, To the perpetual wink for aye might put This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk; They'll tell the clock to any business that We say befits the hour.
32421SEBASTIANThy case, dear friend, Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan, I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou payest; And I the king shall love thee.
32521ANTONIODraw together; And when I rear my hand, do you the like, To fall it on Gonzalo.
32621SEBASTIANO, but one word.
327(stage directions)21[They talk apart]
328(stage directions)21[Re-enter ARIEL, invisible]
32921ARIELMy master through his art foresees the danger That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth-- For else his project dies--to keep them living. [Sings in GONZALO's ear] While you here do snoring lie, Open-eyed conspiracy His time doth take. If of life you keep a care, Shake off slumber, and beware: Awake, awake!
33021ANTONIOThen let us both be sudden.
33121GONZALONow, good angels Preserve the king.
332(stage directions)21[They wake]
33321ALONSOWhy, how now? ho, awake! Why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking?
33421GONZALOWhat's the matter?
33521SEBASTIANWhiles we stood here securing your repose, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions: did't not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly.
33621ALONSOI heard nothing.
33721ANTONIOO, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear, To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions.
33821ALONSOHeard you this, Gonzalo?
33921GONZALOUpon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me: I shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise, That's verily. 'Tis best we stand upon our guard, Or that we quit this place; let's draw our weapons.
34021ALONSOLead off this ground; and let's make further search For my poor son.
34121GONZALOHeavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, i' the island.
34221ALONSOLead away.
34321ARIELProspero my lord shall know what I have done: So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.
344(stage directions)21[Exeunt] [Enter CALIBAN with a burden of wood. A noise of] thunder heard]
34522CALIBANAll the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, Fright me with urchin--shows, pitch me i' the mire, Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but For every trifle are they set upon me; Sometime like apes that mow and chatter at me And after bite me, then like hedgehogs which Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I All wound with adders who with cloven tongues Do hiss me into madness. [Enter TRINCULO] Lo, now, lo! Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me For bringing wood in slowly. I'll fall flat; Perchance he will not mind me.
34622TRINCULOHere's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish- like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor- John. A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lazy out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man and his fins like arms! Warm o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. [Thunder] Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabouts: misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.
347(stage directions)22[Enter STEPHANO, singing: a bottle in his hand]
34822STEPHANOI shall no more to sea, to sea, Here shall I die ashore-- This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: well, here's my comfort. [Drinks] [Sings] The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I, The gunner and his mate Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery, But none of us cared for Kate; For she had a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a sailor, Go hang! She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch, Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch: Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang! This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort.
349(stage directions)22[Drinks]
35022CALIBANDo not torment me: Oh!
35122STEPHANOWhat's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon's with savages and men of Ind, ha? I have not scaped drowning to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground; and it shall be said so again while Stephano breathes at's nostrils.
35222CALIBANThe spirit torments me; Oh!
35322STEPHANOThis is some monster of the isle with four legs, who hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief, if it be but for that. if I can recover him and keep him tame and get to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's leather.
35422CALIBANDo not torment me, prithee; I'll bring my wood home faster.
35522STEPHANOHe's in his fit now and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never drunk wine afore will go near to remove his fit. If I can recover him and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him; he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.
35622CALIBANThou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.
35722STEPHANOCome on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, cat: open your mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend: open your chaps again.
35822TRINCULOI should know that voice: it should be--but he is drowned; and these are devils: O defend me!
35922STEPHANOFour legs and two voices: a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague. Come. Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.
36122STEPHANODoth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.
36222TRINCULOStephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me and speak to me: for I am Trinculo--be not afeard--thy good friend Trinculo.
36322STEPHANOIf thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How camest thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos?
36422TRINCULOI took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped!
36522STEPHANOPrithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.
36622CALIBAN[Aside] These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. That's a brave god and bears celestial liquor. I will kneel to him.
36722STEPHANOHow didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither? swear by this bottle how thou camest hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors heaved o'erboard, by this bottle; which I made of the bark of a tree with mine own hands since I was cast ashore.
36822CALIBANI'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not earthly.
36922STEPHANOHere; swear then how thou escapedst.
37022TRINCULOSwum ashore. man, like a duck: I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.
37122STEPHANOHere, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.
37222TRINCULOO Stephano. hast any more of this?
37322STEPHANOThe whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf! how does thine ague?
37422CALIBANHast thou not dropp'd from heaven?
37522STEPHANOOut o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i' the moon when time was.
37622CALIBANI have seen thee in her and I do adore thee: My mistress show'd me thee and thy dog and thy bush.
37722STEPHANOCome, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents swear.
37822TRINCULOBy this good light, this is a very shallow monster! I afeard of him! A very weak monster! The man i' the moon! A most poor credulous monster! Well drawn, monster, in good sooth!
37922CALIBANI'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island; And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.
38022TRINCULOBy this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster! when 's god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.
38122CALIBANI'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject.
38222STEPHANOCome on then; down, and swear.
38322TRINCULOI shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him,--
38422STEPHANOCome, kiss.
38522TRINCULOBut that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster!
38622CALIBANI'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries; I'll fish for thee and get thee wood enough. A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Thou wondrous man.
38722TRINCULOA most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a Poor drunkard!
38822CALIBANI prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts; Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee To clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get thee Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
38922STEPHANOI prithee now, lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here: here; bear my bottle: fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.
39022CALIBAN[Sings drunkenly] Farewell master; farewell, farewell!
39122TRINCULOA howling monster: a drunken monster!
39222CALIBANNo more dams I'll make for fish Nor fetch in firing At requiring; Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish 'Ban, 'Ban, Cacaliban Has a new master: get a new man. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey-day, freedom!
39322STEPHANOO brave monster! Lead the way.
394(stage directions)22[Exeunt]
395(stage directions)31[Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log]
39631FERDINANDThere be some sports are painful, and their labour Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone and most poor matters Point to rich ends. This my mean task Would be as heavy to me as odious, but The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed, And he's composed of harshness. I must remove Some thousands of these logs and pile them up, Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress Weeps when she sees me work, and says, such baseness Had never like executor. I forget: But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours, Most busy lest, when I do it.
397(stage directions)31[Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance, unseen]
39831MIRANDAAlas, now, pray you, Work not so hard: I would the lightning had Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile! Pray, set it down and rest you: when this burns, 'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself; He's safe for these three hours.
39931FERDINANDO most dear mistress, The sun will set before I shall discharge What I must strive to do.
40031MIRANDAIf you'll sit down, I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that; I'll carry it to the pile.
40131FERDINANDNo, precious creature; I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by.
40231MIRANDAIt would become me As well as it does you: and I should do it With much more ease; for my good will is to it, And yours it is against.
40331PROSPEROPoor worm, thou art infected! This visitation shows it.
40431MIRANDAYou look wearily.
40531FERDINANDNo, noble mistress;'tis fresh morning with me When you are by at night. I do beseech you-- Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers-- What is your name?
40631MIRANDAMiranda.--O my father, I have broke your hest to say so!
40731FERDINANDAdmired Miranda! Indeed the top of admiration! worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues Have I liked several women; never any With so fun soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed And put it to the foil: but you, O you, So perfect and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best!
40831MIRANDAI do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen More that I may call men than you, good friend, And my dear father: how features are abroad, I am skilless of; but, by my modesty, The jewel in my dower, I would not wish Any companion in the world but you, Nor can imagination form a shape, Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle Something too wildly and my father's precepts I therein do forget.
40931FERDINANDI am in my condition A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; I would, not so!--and would no more endure This wooden slavery than to suffer The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak: The very instant that I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides, To make me slave to it; and for your sake Am I this patient log--man.
41031MIRANDADo you love me?
41131FERDINANDO heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound And crown what I profess with kind event If I speak true! if hollowly, invert What best is boded me to mischief! I Beyond all limit of what else i' the world Do love, prize, honour you.
41231MIRANDAI am a fool To weep at what I am glad of.
41331PROSPEROFair encounter Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between 'em!
41431FERDINANDWherefore weep you?
41531MIRANDAAt mine unworthiness that dare not offer What I desire to give, and much less take What I shall die to want. But this is trifling; And all the more it seeks to hide itself, The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning! And prompt me, plain and holy innocence! I am your wife, it you will marry me; If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow You may deny me; but I'll be your servant, Whether you will or no.
41631FERDINANDMy mistress, dearest; And I thus humble ever.
41731MIRANDAMy husband, then?
41831FERDINANDAy, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.
41931MIRANDAAnd mine, with my heart in't; and now farewell Till half an hour hence.
42031FERDINANDA thousand thousand!
421(stage directions)31[Exeunt FERDINAND and MIRANDA severally]
42231PROSPEROSo glad of this as they I cannot be, Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book, For yet ere supper-time must I perform Much business appertaining.
423(stage directions)31[Exit]
424(stage directions)32[Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO]
42532STEPHANOTell not me; when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board 'em. Servant-monster, drink to me.
42632TRINCULOServant-monster! the folly of this island! They say there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if th' other two be brained like us, the state totters.
42732STEPHANODrink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes are almost set in thy head.
42832TRINCULOWhere should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.
42932STEPHANOMy man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me; I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five and thirty leagues off and on. By this light, thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.
43032TRINCULOYour lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.
43132STEPHANOWe'll not run, Monsieur Monster.
43232TRINCULONor go neither; but you'll lie like dogs and yet say nothing neither.
43332STEPHANOMoon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.
43432CALIBANHow does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe. I'll not serve him; he's not valiant.
43532TRINCULOThou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case to justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish thou, was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?
43632CALIBANLo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?
43732TRINCULO'Lord' quoth he! That a monster should be such a natural!
43832CALIBANLo, lo, again! bite him to death, I prithee.
43932STEPHANOTrinculo, keep a good tongue in your head: if you prove a mutineer,--the next tree! The poor monster's my subject and he shall not suffer indignity.
44032CALIBANI thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?
44132STEPHANOMarry, will I. kneel and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.
442(stage directions)32[Enter ARIEL, invisible]
44332CALIBANAs I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.
44432ARIELThou liest.
44532CALIBANThou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou: I would my valiant master would destroy thee! I do not lie.
44632STEPHANOTrinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.
44732TRINCULOWhy, I said nothing.
44832STEPHANOMum, then, and no more. Proceed.
44932CALIBANI say, by sorcery he got this isle; From me he got it. if thy greatness will Revenge it on him,--for I know thou darest, But this thing dare not,--
45032STEPHANOThat's most certain.
45132CALIBANThou shalt be lord of it and I'll serve thee.
45232STEPHANOHow now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party?
45332CALIBANYea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep, Where thou mayst knock a nail into his bead.
45432ARIELThou liest; thou canst not.
45532CALIBANWhat a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy patch! I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows And take his bottle from him: when that's gone He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show him Where the quick freshes are.
45632STEPHANOTrinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out o' doors and make a stock-fish of thee.
45732TRINCULOWhy, what did I? I did nothing. I'll go farther off.
45832STEPHANODidst thou not say he lied?
45932ARIELThou liest.
46032STEPHANODo I so? take thou that. [Beats TRINCULO] As you like this, give me the lie another time.
46132TRINCULOI did not give the lie. Out o' your wits and bearing too? A pox o' your bottle! this can sack and drinking do. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers!
46232CALIBANHa, ha, ha!
46332STEPHANONow, forward with your tale. Prithee, stand farther off.
46432CALIBANBeat him enough: after a little time I'll beat him too.
46532STEPHANOStand farther. Come, proceed.
46632CALIBANWhy, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him, I' th' afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him, Having first seized his books, or with a log Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember First to possess his books; for without them He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not One spirit to command: they all do hate him As rootedly as I. Burn but his books. He has brave utensils,--for so he calls them-- Which when he has a house, he'll deck withal And that most deeply to consider is The beauty of his daughter; he himself Calls her a nonpareil: I never saw a woman, But only Sycorax my dam and she; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax As great'st does least.
46732STEPHANOIs it so brave a lass?
46832CALIBANAy, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant. And bring thee forth brave brood.
46932STEPHANOMonster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be king and queen--save our graces!--and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys. Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo?
47132STEPHANOGive me thy hand: I am sorry I beat thee; but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.
47232CALIBANWithin this half hour will he be asleep: Wilt thou destroy him then?
47332STEPHANOAy, on mine honour.
47432ARIELThis will I tell my master.
47532CALIBANThou makest me merry; I am full of pleasure: Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch You taught me but while-ere?
47632STEPHANOAt thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. [Sings] Flout 'em and scout 'em And scout 'em and flout 'em Thought is free.
47732CALIBANThat's not the tune.
478(stage directions)32[Ariel plays the tune on a tabour and pipe]
47932STEPHANOWhat is this same?
48032TRINCULOThis is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of Nobody.
48132STEPHANOIf thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness: if thou beest a devil, take't as thou list.
48232TRINCULOO, forgive me my sins!
48332STEPHANOHe that dies pays all debts: I defy thee. Mercy upon us!
48432CALIBANArt thou afeard?
48532STEPHANONo, monster, not I.
48632CALIBANBe not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
48732STEPHANOThis will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.
48832CALIBANWhen Prospero is destroyed.
48932STEPHANOThat shall be by and by: I remember the story.
49032TRINCULOThe sound is going away; let's follow it, and after do our work.
49132STEPHANOLead, monster; we'll follow. I would I could see this tabourer; he lays it on.
49232TRINCULOWilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.
493(stage directions)32[Exeunt] [Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO,] ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others]
49433GONZALOBy'r lakin, I can go no further, sir; My old bones ache: here's a maze trod indeed Through forth-rights and meanders! By your patience, I needs must rest me.
49533ALONSOOld lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself attach'd with weariness, To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest. Even here I will put off my hope and keep it No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go.
49633ANTONIO[Aside to SEBASTIAN] I am right glad that he's so out of hope. Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose That you resolved to effect.
49733SEBASTIAN[Aside to ANTONIO] The next advantage Will we take throughly.
49833ANTONIO[Aside to SEBASTIAN] Let it be to-night; For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance As when they are fresh.
49933SEBASTIAN[Aside to ANTONIO] I say, to-night: no more.
500(stage directions)33[Solemn and strange music]
50133ALONSOWhat harmony is this? My good friends, hark!
50233GONZALOMarvellous sweet music! [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, &c. to eat, they depart]
50333ALONSOGive us kind keepers, heavens! What were these?
50433SEBASTIANA living drollery. Now I will believe That there are unicorns, that in Arabia There is one tree, the phoenix' throne, one phoenix At this hour reigning there.
50533ANTONIOI'll believe both; And what does else want credit, come to me, And I'll be sworn 'tis true: travellers ne'er did lie, Though fools at home condemn 'em.
50633GONZALOIf in Naples I should report this now, would they believe me? If I should say, I saw such islanders-- For, certes, these are people of the island-- Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note, Their manners are more gentle-kind than of Our human generation you shall find Many, nay, almost any.
50733PROSPERO[Aside] Honest lord, Thou hast said well; for some of you there present Are worse than devils.
50833ALONSOI cannot too much muse Such shapes, such gesture and such sound, expressing, Although they want the use of tongue, a kind Of excellent dumb discourse.
50933PROSPERO[Aside]. Praise in departing.
51033FRANCISCOThey vanish'd strangely.
51133SEBASTIANNo matter, since They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs. Will't please you taste of what is here?
51233ALONSONot I.
51333GONZALOFaith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys, Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find Each putter-out of five for one will bring us Good warrant of.
51433ALONSOI will stand to and feed, Although my last: no matter, since I feel The best is past. Brother, my lord the duke, Stand to and do as we. [Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL, like a] harpy; claps his wings upon the table; and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes]
51533ARIELYou are three men of sin, whom Destiny, That hath to instrument this lower world And what is in't, the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up you; and on this island Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; And even with such-like valour men hang and drown Their proper selves. [ALONSO, SEBASTIAN &c. draw their swords] You fools! I and my fellows Are ministers of Fate: the elements, Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish One dowle that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt, Your swords are now too massy for your strengths And will not be uplifted. But remember-- For that's my business to you--that you three From Milan did supplant good Prospero; Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it, Him and his innocent child: for which foul deed The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures, Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso, They have bereft; and do pronounce by me: Lingering perdition, worse than any death Can be at once, shall step by step attend You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from-- Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads--is nothing but heart-sorrow And a clear life ensuing. [He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft music] enter the Shapes again, and dance, with mocks and mows, and carrying out the table]
51633PROSPEROBravely the figure of this harpy hast thou Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life And observation strange, my meaner ministers Their several kinds have done. My high charms work And these mine enemies are all knit up In their distractions; they now are in my power; And in these fits I leave them, while I visit Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd, And his and mine loved darling.
517(stage directions)33[Exit above]
51833GONZALOI' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you In this strange stare?
51933ALONSOO, it is monstrous, monstrous: Methought the billows spoke and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded, and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded And with him there lie mudded.
520(stage directions)33[Exit]
52133SEBASTIANBut one fiend at a time, I'll fight their legions o'er.
52233ANTONIOI'll be thy second.
523(stage directions)33[Exeunt SEBASTIAN, and ANTONIO]
52433GONZALOAll three of them are desperate: their great guilt, Like poison given to work a great time after, Now 'gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech you That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly And hinder them from what this ecstasy May now provoke them to.
52533ADRIANFollow, I pray you.
526(stage directions)33[Exeunt]
527(stage directions)41[Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA]
52841PROSPEROIf I have too austerely punish'd you, Your compensation makes amends, for I Have given you here a third of mine own life, Or that for which I live; who once again I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love and thou Hast strangely stood the test here, afore Heaven, I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand, Do not smile at me that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise And make it halt behind her.
52941FERDINANDI do believe it Against an oracle.
53041PROSPEROThen, as my gift and thine own acquisition Worthily purchased take my daughter: but If thou dost break her virgin-knot before All sanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy rite be minister'd, No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall To make this contract grow: but barren hate, Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew The union of your bed with weeds so loathly That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed, As Hymen's lamps shall light you.
53141FERDINANDAs I hope For quiet days, fair issue and long life, With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den, The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion. Our worser genius can, shall never melt Mine honour into lust, to take away The edge of that day's celebration When I shall think: or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd, Or Night kept chain'd below.
53241PROSPEROFairly spoke. Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own. What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel!
533(stage directions)41[Enter ARIEL]
53441ARIELWhat would my potent master? here I am.
53541PROSPEROThou and thy meaner fellows your last service Did worthily perform; and I must use you In such another trick. Go bring the rabble, O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place: Incite them to quick motion; for I must Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple Some vanity of mine art: it is my promise, And they expect it from me.
53741PROSPEROAy, with a twink.
53841ARIELBefore you can say 'come' and 'go,' And breathe twice and cry 'so, so,' Each one, tripping on his toe, Will be here with mop and mow. Do you love me, master? no?
53941PROSPERODearly my delicate Ariel. Do not approach Till thou dost hear me call.
54041ARIELWell, I conceive.
541(stage directions)41[Exit]
54241PROSPEROLook thou be true; do not give dalliance Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious, Or else, good night your vow!
54341FERDINANDI warrant you sir; The white cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardour of my liver.
54441PROSPEROWell. Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary, Rather than want a spirit: appear and pertly! No tongue! all eyes! be silent.
545(stage directions)41[Soft music]
546(stage directions)41[Enter IRIS]
54741IRISCeres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease; Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep; Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims, Which spongy April at thy hest betrims, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom -groves, Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, Being lass-lorn: thy pole-clipt vineyard; And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard, Where thou thyself dost air;--the queen o' the sky, Whose watery arch and messenger am I, Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace, Here on this grass-plot, in this very place, To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain: Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
548(stage directions)41[Enter CERES]
54941CERESHail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter; Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowers Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers, And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown My bosky acres and my unshrubb'd down, Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green?
55041IRISA contract of true love to celebrate; And some donation freely to estate On the blest lovers.
55141CERESTell me, heavenly bow, If Venus or her son, as thou dost know, Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot The means that dusky Dis my daughter got, Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company I have forsworn.
55241IRISOf her society Be not afraid: I met her deity Cutting the clouds towards Paphos and her son Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done Some wanton charm upon this man and maid, Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but vain; Mars's hot minion is returned again; Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows, Swears he will shoot no more but play with sparrows And be a boy right out.
55341CERESHigh'st queen of state, Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait.
554(stage directions)41[Enter JUNO]
55541JUNOHow does my bounteous sister? Go with me To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be And honour'd in their issue.
556(stage directions)41[They sing:]
55741JUNOHonour, riches, marriage-blessing, Long continuance, and increasing, Hourly joys be still upon you! Juno sings her blessings upon you.
55841CERESEarth's increase, foison plenty, Barns and garners never empty, Vines and clustering bunches growing, Plants with goodly burthen bowing; Spring come to you at the farthest In the very end of harvest! Scarcity and want shall shun you; Ceres' blessing so is on you.
55941FERDINANDThis is a most majestic vision, and Harmoniously charmingly. May I be bold To think these spirits?
56041PROSPEROSpirits, which by mine art I have from their confines call'd to enact My present fancies.
56141FERDINANDLet me live here ever; So rare a wonder'd father and a wife Makes this place Paradise. [Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on] employment]
56241PROSPEROSweet, now, silence! Juno and Ceres whisper seriously; There's something else to do: hush, and be mute, Or else our spell is marr'd.
56341IRISYou nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks, With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks, Leave your crisp channels and on this green land Answer your summons; Juno does command: Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate A contract of true love; be not too late. [Enter certain Nymphs] You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary, Come hither from the furrow and be merry: Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on And these fresh nymphs encounter every one In country footing. [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]
56441PROSPERO[Aside] I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban and his confederates Against my life: the minute of their plot Is almost come. [To the Spirits] Well done! avoid; no more!
56541FERDINANDThis is strange: your father's in some passion That works him strongly.
56641MIRANDANever till this day Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.
56741PROSPEROYou do look, my son, in a moved sort, As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir. Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd; Bear with my weakness; my, brain is troubled: Be not disturb'd with my infirmity: If you be pleased, retire into my cell And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk, To still my beating mind.
56841FERDINAND[with Miranda] We wish your peace.
569(stage directions)41[Exeunt]
57041PROSPEROCome with a thought I thank thee, Ariel: come.
571(stage directions)41[Enter ARIEL]
57241ARIELThy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure?
57341PROSPEROSpirit, We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
57441ARIELAy, my commander: when I presented Ceres, I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'd Lest I might anger thee.
57541PROSPEROSay again, where didst thou leave these varlets?
57641ARIELI told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; So fun of valour that they smote the air For breathing in their faces; beat the ground For kissing of their feet; yet always bending Towards their project. Then I beat my tabour; At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears, Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears That calf-like they my lowing follow'd through Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns, Which entered their frail shins: at last I left them I' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake O'erstunk their feet.
57741PROSPEROThis was well done, my bird. Thy shape invisible retain thou still: The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither, For stale to catch these thieves.
57841ARIELI go, I go.
579(stage directions)41[Exit]
58041PROSPEROA devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; And as with age his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers. I will plague them all, Even to roaring. [Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, &c] Come, hang them on this line. [PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. Enter] CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet]
58141CALIBANPray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.
58241STEPHANOMonster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us.
58341TRINCULOMonster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation.
58441STEPHANOSo is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you, look you,--
58541TRINCULOThou wert but a lost monster.
58641CALIBANGood my lord, give me thy favour still. Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly. All's hush'd as midnight yet.
58741TRINCULOAy, but to lose our bottles in the pool,--
58841STEPHANOThere is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss.
58941TRINCULOThat's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster.
59041STEPHANOI will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour.
59141CALIBANPrithee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here, This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter. Do that good mischief which may make this island Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban, For aye thy foot-licker.
59241STEPHANOGive me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
59341TRINCULOO king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look what a wardrobe here is for thee!
59441CALIBANLet it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.
59541TRINCULOO, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery. O king Stephano!
59641STEPHANOPut off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown.
59741TRINCULOThy grace shall have it.
59841CALIBANThe dropsy drown this fool I what do you mean To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone And do the murder first: if he awake, From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches, Make us strange stuff.
59941STEPHANOBe 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.
60041TRINCULODo, do: we steal by line and level, an't like your grace.
60141STEPHANOI 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.
60241TRINCULOMonster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.
60341CALIBANI will have none on't: we shall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes With foreheads villanous low.
60441STEPHANOMonster, 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.
60541TRINCULOAnd this.
60641STEPHANOAy, and this. [A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits,] in shape of dogs and hounds, and hunt them about, PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on]
60741PROSPEROHey, Mountain, hey!
60841ARIELSilver I there it goes, Silver!
60941PROSPEROFury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark! hark! [CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, are] driven out] Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them Than pard or cat o' mountain.
61041ARIELHark, they roar!
61141PROSPEROLet them be hunted soundly. At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies: Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little Follow, and do me service.
612(stage directions)41[Exeunt]
613(stage directions)51[Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL]
61451PROSPERONow 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?
61551ARIELOn the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease.
61651PROSPEROI did say so, When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and's followers?
61751ARIELConfined 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 distracted 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 'em That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender.
61851PROSPERODost thou think so, spirit?
61951ARIELMine would, sir, were I human.
62051PROSPEROAnd mine shall. 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 moved than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet with my nobler reason 'gaitist my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel: My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves.
62151ARIELI'll fetch them, sir.
622(stage directions)51[Exit]
62351PROSPEROYe 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 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, 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 azured vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar: graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required 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 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:] A solemn air and the best comforter To an unsettled fancy cure thy brains, Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, 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, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo, My true preserver, and a loyal sir To him you follow'st! I will pay thy graces Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter: Thy brother was a furtherer in the act. Thou art pinch'd fort now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood, You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian, 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 Will shortly fill the reasonable shore That now lies 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: I will discase me, and myself present As I was sometime Milan: quickly, spirit; Thou shalt ere long be free. [ARIEL sings and helps to attire him] Where the bee sucks. there suck I: In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
62451PROSPEROWhy, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee: But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so. To the king's ship, invisible as thou art: There shalt thou find the mariners asleep Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain Being awake, enforce them to this place, And presently, I prithee.
62551ARIELI drink the air before me, and return Or ere your pulse twice beat.
626(stage directions)51[Exit]
62751GONZALOAll torment, trouble, wonder and amazement Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country!
62851PROSPEROBehold, sir king, The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero: For more assurance that a living prince Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; And to thee and thy company I bid A hearty welcome.
62951ALONSOWhether thou best he or no, 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, The 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 Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should Prospero Be living and be here?
63051PROSPEROFirst, noble friend, Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot Be measured or confined.
63151GONZALOWhether this be Or be not, I'll not swear.
63251PROSPEROYou do yet taste Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all! [Aside to SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO] 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.
63351SEBASTIAN[Aside] The devil speaks in him.
63451PROSPERONo. 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 My dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know, Thou must restore.
63551ALONSOIf thou be'st Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation; How thou hast met us here, who three hours since Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost-- How sharp the point of this remembrance is!-- My dear son Ferdinand.
63651PROSPEROI am woe for't, sir.
63751ALONSOIrreparable is the loss, and patience Says it is past her cure.
63851PROSPEROI rather think You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace For the like loss I have her sovereign aid And rest myself content.
63951ALONSOYou the like loss!
64051PROSPEROAs great to me as late; and, supportable To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you, for I Have lost my daughter.
64151ALONSOA daughter? O heavens, that they were living both in Naples, The king and queen there! that they were, I wish Myself were mudded in that oozy bed Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?
64251PROSPEROIn this last tempest. I perceive these lords At this encounter do so much admire That they devour their reason and scarce think Their eyes do offices of truth, their words Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have Been justled from your senses, know for certain That I am Prospero and that very duke Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangely Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed, 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, I will requite you with as good a thing; At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye As much as me my dukedom. [Here PROSPERO discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA] playing at chess]
64351MIRANDASweet lord, you play me false.
64451FERDINANDNo, my dear'st love, I would not for the world.
64551MIRANDAYes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, And I would call it, fair play.
64651ALONSOIf this prove A vision of the Island, one dear son Shall I twice lose.
64751SEBASTIANA most high miracle!
64851FERDINANDThough the seas threaten, they are merciful; I have cursed them without cause.
649(stage directions)51[Kneels]
65051ALONSONow all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about! Arise, and say how thou camest here.
65151MIRANDAO, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!
65251PROSPERO'Tis new to thee.
65351ALONSOWhat 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?
65451FERDINANDSir, she is mortal; 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 Received a second life; and second father This lady makes him to me.
65551ALONSOI am hers: But, O, how oddly will it sound that I Must ask my child forgiveness!
65651PROSPEROThere, sir, stop: Let us not burthen our remembrance with A heaviness that's gone.
65751GONZALOI have inly wept, Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you god, And on this couple drop a blessed crown! For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way Which brought us hither.
65851ALONSOI say, Amen, Gonzalo!
65951GONZALOWas 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 Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis, And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom In a poor isle and all of us ourselves When no man was his own.
66051ALONSO[To FERDINAND and MIRANDA] Give me your hands: Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart That doth not wish you joy!
66151GONZALOBe it so! Amen! [Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain] amazedly following] O, look, sir, look, sir! here is more of us: 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?
66251BOATSWAINThe best news is, that we have safely found 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.
66351ARIEL[Aside to PROSPERO] Sir, all this service Have I done since I went.
66451PROSPERO[Aside to ARIEL] My tricksy spirit!
66551ALONSOThese are not natural events; they strengthen From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?
66651BOATSWAINIf I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'ld strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, And--how we know not--all clapp'd under hatches; Where but even now with strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awaked; 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.
66751ARIEL[Aside to PROSPERO] Was't well done?
66851PROSPERO[Aside to ARIEL] Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free.
66951ALONSOThis is as strange a maze as e'er men trod And there is in this business more than nature Was ever conduct of: some oracle Must rectify our knowledge.
67051PROSPEROSir, my liege, Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure 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 ARIEL] Come hither, spirit: Set Caliban and his companions free; Untie the spell. [Exit ARIEL] 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]
67151STEPHANOEvery man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune. Coragio, bully-monster, coragio!
67251TRINCULOIf these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight.
67351CALIBANO Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed! How fine my master is! I am afraid He will chastise me.
67451SEBASTIANHa, ha! What things are these, my lord Antonio? Will money buy 'em?
67551ANTONIOVery like; one of them Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.
67651PROSPEROMark but the badges of these men, my lords, Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knave, 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-- 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! Acknowledge mine.
67751CALIBANI shall be pinch'd to death.
67851ALONSOIs not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
67951SEBASTIANHe is drunk now: where had he wine?
68051ALONSOAnd Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em? How camest thou in this pickle?
68151TRINCULOI 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.
68251SEBASTIANWhy, how now, Stephano!
68351STEPHANOO, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp.
68451PROSPEROYou'ld be king o' the isle, sirrah?
68551STEPHANOI should have been a sore one then.
68651ALONSOThis is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.
687(stage directions)51[Pointing to Caliban]
68851PROSPEROHe 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.
68951CALIBANAy, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass Was I, to take this drunkard for a god And worship this dull fool!
69051PROSPEROGo to; away!
69151ALONSOHence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.
69251SEBASTIANOr stole it, rather.
693(stage directions)51[Exeunt CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO]
69451PROSPEROSir, I invite your highness and your train 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 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 solemnized; And thence retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave.
69551ALONSOI long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely.
69651PROSPEROI'll deliver all; And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales And sail so expeditious that shall catch Your royal fleet far off. [Aside to ARIEL] My Ariel, chick, That is thy charge: then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near. [Exeunt] EPILOGUE
697(stage directions)51[Spoken by PROSPERO]
69851PROSPERONow 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 confined 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 relieved 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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