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Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, In the dark backward and abysm of time? browa furze, any thing: the wills above be done! If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, but I would fain die a dry death.

[exit. How thou cam'st here, thou may’st.

Mira. But that I do not.

Pro. Twelve years since,
Enter Prospero and Miranda.

Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was
Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you The duke of Milan, and a prince of power.
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: (have Mira. Sir, arc not you my father?
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, She said—thou-wast my daughter; and thy father
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd

Was duke of Milan; and his only heir With those I saw suffer! a brave vessel,

A princess ;-no worse issued. Who had no doubt some noble creatures in ber, Mira. O, the heavens ! Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock What foul play had we, that we came from thence Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd. Or blessed was't we did ? Had I been any god of power, I would

Pro. Both, both, my girl: Have sunk the sea within the carth, or e'er By foul play, as thou say’st, were we heav'd thence; It should the good ship so bave swallow'd, and But blessedly holp hither. The freighting souls within her.

Mira. O, my heart bleeds Pro. Be collected ;

To think o'the teen that I have turn'd you to, No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, There's no harm done.


(tonio,Mira. O, woe the day!

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle; call'd AnPro. No harm.


pray thee, mark me,—that a brother should I have done nothing but in care of thee,

Be so perfidious !_he, whom, next thyself, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing The manage of my state ; as, at that time, Of whence I am; nor that I am more better Through all the signiories it was the first, Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed And thy no greater father.

In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Mira. More to know

Without a parallel ; those being all my study, Did never meddle with my thoughts.

The government cast upon my brother, Pro. 'Tis time

And to my state grew stranger, being transported, I should inform thee further. Lend thy band, And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleAnd pluck my magic garment from me.-So; Dost thou attend me?

(Lays down his mantle. Mira. Sir, most heedfully. Lie there my art.- -Wipe thou thine eyes; bave Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, comfort.

How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd To trash for over-topping ; new created [them, The very virtue of compassion in thee,

The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd I have with such provision in mine art

Or else new form'd them : having both the key So safely order'd, that there is no soul

Of officer and office, set all hearts No, not so much perdition as an hair,

To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was Betid to any creature in the vessel

The ivy, which had bid my princely trunk, Which thou heard'st

cry, which thou saw'st sink. And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st For thou must now know further. - [Sit down; I pray thee, mark me.

t(not: Mira. You have often

Mira. O good sir, I do.

[cate Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd,

Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dediAnd left me to a bootless inquisition;

To closeness, and the bettering of my mind Concluding, Stay, not yet.

With that, which, but by being so retir'd, Pro. The hour's now come;

O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ;

Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust, Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remember Like a good parent, did beget of him A time before we came unto this cell ?

A falsehood, in its contrary as great ļoti I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast not As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Out three years old.

A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Mira. Certainly, sir, I can.

Not only with what my revenue yielded, Pro. By what? by any other house of person? But what my power might else exact,—like one Of any thing the image tell me, that

Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Made such a sinner of his memory,
Mira. 'Tis far off ;

To credit his own lie,-he did believe
Aad rather like a dream than an assurance He was the duke; out of the substitution,
That my remembrance warrants : had I not And executing the outward face of royalty,
Four or five women once, that tended me? (is it, with all prerogative :-hence his ambition
Pro. Thou bad'st, and more, Miranda: but how Growing, — Dost hear?


Miru. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. 16:31] Out of his charity (who being then appointed

Pro. To have no screen between this part he Master of this design) did give us ; with And him he play'd it for, he needs will be (play'a Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, (ness, Absoluto Milan : me, poor man! my library 0 Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, He thinks me now incapable: confederates From my own library, with volumes that (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, I prize above my dukedom. To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Mira. •Would I might Subject his coronet to the crown, and bend But ever see that man!

ang The dukedom, yet unbowd; (alas, poor Milan !) Pro. Now I arise :To most ignoble stooping."

Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow, Mira. O, the heavens! *2

Here in this island we arriv'd ; and here Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit If this might be a brother.

(tell me,

Than other princes can, that have more time Mira. I should sin

7UT For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. com To think but nobly of my grandmother :

Mira. Heavens thank you for't! - And now, I Good wombs have borne bad sons.

pray you, sir, Pro. Now the condition.

(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason This king of Naples, being an enemy.

For raising this sea-storm ? To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Pro. Know thus far forth.Which was, that he, in lieu o'the premises, By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies sibi Should presently extirpate me and mine

Brought to this shore: and by my prescience Out of the dakedom; and confer fair Milan, I find my zenith doth depend upon With all the honours, on my brother: whereon, A most auspicious star; whose influence A treacherous army levied, one midnight If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes (tions; Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open

Will ever after droop.--Here cease more ques. The gates of Milan'; and, i'the dead of darkness, Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, The ministers for the purpose hurried thence And give it way;--I know thou can'st not choose.. Me, and thy crying self.

Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Mira. Alack, for pity! i Tie bowls

(she sleeps. I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, Approach, my Ariel ; come. Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,

Enter Ariel. That wrings mine eyes.

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! 1 Pro. Hear a little further,

To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly, [come And then I'll bring thee to the present business, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride Which now's upon us; without the which, this On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task Were most impertinent.

[story | Ariel, and all his quality. Mird. Wherefore did they not

Pro. Hast thou, spirit, That your destroy us?

Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Pro. Well demanded, wench; -> [not; Ari To every article. My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, A mark so bloody on the business; but

I flam'd amazement : sometimes, I'd divide, With colours fairer painted their foul ends. And burn in many places; on the top-mast, In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;

The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly; Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepard Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the preA rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats

O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Instinctively had quit it: there they, And sight-outrunning were not: the fire, and cracks To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh. Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremDid us but loving wrong.

Yea, his dread trident shake. Did is cold 7 [ble ; Mira. Alack! what trouble

Pro. My brave spirit!

düdensits Was I then to you!

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coibin Pro. O! a cherubim

[smile, Would not infect his reason ? Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst Ari. Not a soul Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Some tricks of desperation : all, but mariners, Under

my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, An undergoing stomach, to bear up

Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, Against what should ensue.

With hair up staring, (then like reeds, not hair,) Mira. How came we ashore?

Was the first man that leapd; cried, Hell is emptg. Pro. By Providence divine.

And all the devils are here. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Pro. Why, that's my spirit! A nohle Neapolitan, Gonznlo,

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Ari. Close by, my master.

Ari. Ay, sir. je Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe ?

Pro. This blue-ey'd bag was hither brought Ari. Not a bair perish'd ;

with child, a103 On their sustaining garments not a

And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant : In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle: And, for thou wast a spirit too delicateurs. The king's son have I landed by bimself; To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,ild a Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs, Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,

By help of her more potent ministers, minosi? His arms in this sad knot. verden.

And in her most unmitigable rage, 3. 2011 Pro. Of the king's ship,

Into a cloven pine; within which rift sein525 fifa The mariners, say, how tlou hast dispos'd, Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remains avui el And all the rest o’the fleet? 5.107:00 ?

A dozen years; within which space she died, 15:11 Ari. Safely in harbour

And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy Is the mos ship; in the deep nook, where once groans, su

vd in polirim Thou

me up at midnight to fetch dew As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island/ From the still-vex'd Bermyothes, there she's hid: (Save for the son that she did litter here, it The mariners all under hatches stowed ;

A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, A human shape.

od time I have left asleep, and for the rest o'the fleet, Ari. Yes ; Caliban, her son.' suu Does! GT Which I dispers’d, they all have met again ; Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,: T And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st Bound sadly home for Naples;

What torment I did find thee in: thy groan ut Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Did make wolves bowl, and penetrate the breasts And his great person perish,

Of ever-angry bears : it was a tormentor Pro. Ariel, thy charge

To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax iuaya 10 Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: Could not again undo ; it was mine art, 3 I 21 What is the time o'the day?los autorid

When I-arrivd, and heard thee, that made gape: Ari. Past the mid season.

The pine, and let thee out. Pro. At least two glasses : the time 'twixt six Ari. I thank-thee, master.w pou brasid mills (i! UT and now


Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an Must by us both be spent most preciously. (pains, And peg thee in his-knotty entrails, till [oak,

Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters i id durin Let me remember thee what throu hast promis'd, Ari. Pardon, master: 319 320 start] Which is not yet perform'd me.

I will be correspondent to command, mis Pro. How now? 'moody?

21:And do my spiriting gently. What is't thou demand ? Ari. My libesta!

Pro. Do 80; and after two days 44 0.

voce I will discharge thee. 1:9 17 Beibo'tara!"T" Pro. Before the time be out? no more,

more, it :)

Ari. That's my noble master! solve the cold Ari. I

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What shall I do? say what: what shall I do? Remember, 'I have done thee worthy service; Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o'the sea ; Told thce no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible usindi Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst pro- To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, IoT To bate me a full year,

[mise And hither come in'te hence, with diligence. 31; } Pro. Dost

i livets171 We are DL107N. 2015.0{ex. Ariel. From what a torment I did free ther'? The banAwake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well! Ari. No.

Awake! av inkon! 22:13 Hub Edit Pro. Thou dost; and think'sť : tivin sila Mira. The strangeness of your story puti It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; V9 Heaviness on me.

!! To run upon the sharp wind of the north ;

Pro. Shake it off: come on ; 1 sile tuli !!!!!! To do me business in the veins o'the earth, We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never 14001 When it is bak'd with frost.

Yields us kind answer. Eine lovitus! 3. Ari. I do

(forgot Mira.''Tis a villain, sir, that drives 1953 Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou I do not love to look on. 'n 602 Your mind? I +7 The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age


envy, Pro. But, as 'tis, 2013 96 ! 10's Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Ari. No, sir.

Fetch in our wood and serves in offices
Pro. Thou hast : where was she born ? .speak;. That profit us. What, ho ! slave! Caliban
Ari. Sir, in Argier.
(tell me. Thou earth, thou! speak.

los desde Pro. O, was she so ?' I must,

Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within. Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business Which thou forget'st. This damu'a witch, Sycorax, Come forth, thou tortoise ! when ? [for thee; For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible

Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph. 13 To enter human hearing, from Argier,

Fine apparition ! My quaint Ariel, der dels tur! Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, Hark in thine ear. They woula not take her life. Is not this true ? Ari. My lord, it shall be dona


thou forget

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Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil him- Pro. So, slave; hence! (erit Caliban Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! [self Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing ; Enter Caliban.

Ferdinand following him. Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd Ariel. Come unto these yellow sands, With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,

And then take hands;

Court'sied when you have, and kissa Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,

(The wild waves whist,) And blister you all o'er !


Foot it featly here and there :

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt bave

Hark! hark! Side-stitches, that shall pen thy breath up; urchins

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

(dispersaling Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,

The watch dogs bark:
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

[dispcriedig All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

Hark, hark ! I hear As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more stinging

The strain of strutting chanticlere

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.
Than bees that made them.
Cal. I must eat my dinner.

Fer. Where should this music be? i'the air, es This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,

the earth? Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st

It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon first,

(would'st give me

Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me;

Weeping again the king my father's wreck, Water with berries in't; and teach me how

This music crept by me upon the waters ; To name the bigger light, and how the less,

Allaying both their fury, and my passion, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, And show'd thee all the qualities o'the isle, [thee, Or it hath drawn me rather :—But 'tis gone. The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and No, it begins again. fertile;

Ariel. Full fathom five thy father lies : Cursed be I that did so !- All the charms

Of his bones are coral made :

Those are pearls that were his eyes : Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you !

Nothing of him that doth fade, For I am all the subjects that you have,

But doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange. Which first was mine own king; and here you

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : sty me

Hark I now I hear them.-ding dong, bell. In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

Burden, ding-dong. The rest of the island.

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown's
Pro. Thou most lying slave, (us'd thee, father :-
Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I have This is no mortal business, nor no sound
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thue That the earth owes :—I hear it now above me.
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eyes advance,
The honour of my child.

And say, what thou seest yond'.
Cal. O ho, O ho !-would it had been done! Mira. What is't? a spirit?
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
This isle with Calibans.

It carries a brave form :—but 'tis a spirit. (sensos Pro. Abhorred slave;

Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such Which any print of goodness will not take, As we have, such; this gallant which thou seest Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, [hour Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, call him Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows, A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes And strays about to find them. With words that made them known: but thy vile Mira. I might call him race,

[natures A thing divine: for nothing natural Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good I ever saw 80 noble. Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Pro. It goes on,

Laside. Deservedly confin'd into this rock,

As my soul prompts it.-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.

Within two days for this.

(free thee Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Fer. Most sure, the goddess Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you, On whom these airs attend!— Vouchsafe my prayer For learning me your language !

May know, if you remain upon this island ; Pro. Hag-seed, hence !

And that you will some good instruction give. Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, How I may bear me here: my primo request, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder ! If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly

If you be maid, or no ? What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps ;

Mira. No wonder, sir; Fill all thy bones with aches: make thee roar, But, certainly a maid. That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

Fer. My language? heavens ! — Cal. No, 'pray thee !

I am the best of them that speak this speech, I must obey: his art is of such power, [aside. Were I but where 'tis spoken. It would control my dam's god, Setebos,

Pro. How! the best? And make a vassal of him.

What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thea

(to Ferd.

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders

Pro. What, I say,
To hear thee speak of Naples : he does hear me; My foot my tutor !—Put thy sword up, traitor;
And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Who mak'st à show, but dar'st not strike, thy
Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, bebeld

conscience The king my father wreck'd.

Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward :
Mira. Alack, for mercy!

For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of And make thy weapon drop.

Mira. Beseech you, father!
And his brave son, being twain.

Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments. Pro. The duke of Milan,

Mira. Sir, have pity ;
And his more braver daughter, could control thee, I'll be his surety.
If now 'twere fit to do't. - At the first sight (aside. Pro. Silence: one word more
They have chang'd eyes :-delicate Ariel, Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
I'll set thee free for this !-A word, good sir; An advocate for an impostor? hush !
I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: aword. Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes as he,

Miru. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Having seen but him and Caliban : foolish wench!
Is the third man tbat e'er I saw; the first To the most of men this is a Caliban,
That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father And they to bim are angels.
To be inclin'd my way!

Mira. My affections
Fer. O, if a virgin,

Are then most humble; I have no ambition
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you To see a goodlier man.
The queen of Naples.

Pro. Come on; obey :
Pro. Soft, sir; one word more.—1 (business | Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
They are both in either's powers: but this swift And bave no vigour in them.
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning (aside. Fer. So they are:
Make the prize light.—One word more; I charge My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.

My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats,
Upon this island, as a spy, to win it

To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, From me, the lord on't.

Might I but through my prison, once a day, Fer. No, as I am a man.

(temple: Behold this maid: all corners else o'the earth. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a Let liberty make use of; space enough If the ill spirit have so fair an house,

Have I in such a prison. Good things will strive to dwell with't.

Pro. It works.- Come on.Pro. Follow me.

(to Ferd. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! Follow me. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor, - Come,

[to F. & M. I'll manacle thy neck and feet together :

Hark, what thou else shalt do me.

[to Ariel. Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be Mira. Be of comfort; The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks, My father's of a better nature, sir, Wherein the acorn cradled : Follow.

Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted,

Which now came from him.
I will resist such entertainment, till

Pro. Thou shalt be as free
Mine enemy has more power. (he draws. As mountain winds: but then exactly do
Mira. 0, dear father,

All points of my command.
Make not too rash a trial of him, for

Ari. To the syllable.“
He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro. Come, follow : speak not for him. [exeunt.
Seb. One:

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Gon. When every grief is entertain'd that's
Adrian, Francisco, and others.

Comes to the entertainer

[offer'd, Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause Seb. A dollar. (So have we all) of joy; for our escape

Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have Is much beyond our loss : our hint of woe spoken truer than you purposed. Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,

Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, you should. Have just our theme of woc: but for the miracle, Gon. Therefore, my lordI mean our preservation, few in millions

Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue ! Can speak like us: then' wisely, good sir, weigh Alon. I prythee, spare. Our sorrow with our comfort.

Gon. Well, I have done : but yet
Alon. Pr'ythee, peace.

Seb. He will be talking.
Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good
Ant. The visitor will not give bim o'er so. wager, first begins to crow ?

Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; Seb. The old cock. by and by, it will strike.

Ant. The cockrel. Gon Sir,

Seb. Done : the wager ?

Fer. No;



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