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T E M P E S T.
Person of the Drama. Alonso, king of Naples.
STEPAANO, a drunken butler. SEBASTIAN, his brother.
Muster of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
Miranda, daughter to Prospero.
spirits. lords. Francisco,
Nymphs, Caliban, a savage and deformed slave.
Other spirits attending on Prospero.
Ant.Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise
maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thon art. SCENE I. On a ship at sea.
Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; tho' the ship A storm with thunder and lightning. were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as
Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain. an unstaunched wench. Master. Boatswain,
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courBoaiv. Here, master: What cheer?
ses; off to sea again, lay her off. Master. Good : Speak to the mariners: fall to't yare
Enter Mariners wet. ly, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. (Exit. Mar.All lost! to prayers, to prayers ! all lost![Exeunt. Enter Mariners.
Boats. What, must ulir mouths be cold? Boats. Ileigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-sail; Tend to the For our case is as theirs.
them, master's whistle.- Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if| Seb. I am out of patience. room enough!
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkEnter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, FERDINAND,
ards. -Gonzalo, and others.
This wide-chapped rascal ; 'Would thou might'st Alon. Good boatswain, have care.
lie drowning, master? Play the men.
The washing of ten tides ! Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Gon. He'll be hanged yet; Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ?
Though every drop of water swear against it, Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour : And gape at wid'st to glut him. keep your cabins : yon do assist the storm.
(4 confised noise within.] - Mercy on us! - We split, Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
we split! - Farewell, my wife and children! - FareBoats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these well, brother! - We split, we split, we split! roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence : Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
(Exit. trouble us not.
Seb. Let's take leave of him.
(Exit. Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, a counsellor ; if you can command these elements to any thing: The wills above be done! but I would fain silence, and work the peace of the present, we shall die a dry death.
[Exit. not hand a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make SCENE II. - The Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO. yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have way, I say.
[Exit. Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: me- The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, thinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his com- Bat that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, nlexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable, with those I saw suffer! a brave vessel, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, be hanged, our case is miserable.
[Exeunt. Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Re-enter Boatswain.
Against my very heart! Poor souls ! they perish'd.
The freighting souls within her.
There's no harm done. Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphe- Mira. 0, woe the day! mous, incharitable dog!
Pro. No harm. Boats. Work you, then.
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
(Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle -
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom
To trash for over-topping; new created Did never meddle with my thonghts.
The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd them,.
Or else new form’d them: having both the key
(Lays down his mantle. The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
Mira. O, good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
With that, which, but by being so retir’d,
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit Awak'd an evil nature ; and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him For thon must now know further.
A falsehood, in its contrary as great Mira. You have often
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd, A confidence sans bound. He, being thus lorded, And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Not only with what my revenue yielded, Concluding, Stay, not yet.
But what my power might else exact, – like onc, Pro. The hour's now come:
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Made such a sinner of his memory,
He was the duke; out of the substitution,
With all prerogative:- Hence his ambition
Growing, -Dost hear?
Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd
And him he played it for, he needs will be Mira. 'Tis far off;
Absolute Milan : Me, poor man!- my library
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royaltics
Mira. 0, the heavens !
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me,
Mira. I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
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,
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother : Whereon,
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle call’d Antonio, Mira. Alack, for pity!
cry it o'er again; it is a hint, Of all the world I lov'd, and to himn put
That wrings mine eyes.
Were most impertinent.
That hour destroy us?
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not; And sight-out-running were not : The fire, and cracks (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune A mark so bloody on the business; but
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Pro. My brave spirit !
Would not infect his reason?
Ari. Not a soul Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd To cry to the sea, that roar'd to us; to sigh Some tricks of desperation : All, but mariners,
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Plung’d in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Did us but loving wrong,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, Mira. Alack! what trouble
With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair,) Was I then to you!
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, Pro. O! a cherubim
And all the devils are here. Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, Pro. Why, that's my spirit! Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
But was not this nigh shore? When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Ari. Close by, my master. Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Ari. Not a hair perish'd ; Against what should ensae.
On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Mira. How came we ashore ?
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me, Pro. By Providence divine.
In troops I have dispers’d them 'bout the isle: Some food we had, and some fresh water, that The king's son have I landed by himself; A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Whom I left, cooling of the air with sighs,
His arms in this sad knot.
Ari. Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Blira. 'Would I might
Thou call’dst me up at midnight to fetch dew But ever see that man !
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid : Pro. Now I arise:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd; Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet, Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit Which I dispers'd, they all have met again; Than other princes can, that have more time And are npon the Mediterranean flote, For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Bound sadly home for Naples; Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck’d, yon, sir,
And his great person perish. (For still’tis beating in my mind,) your reason Pro. Ariel, thy charge For raising this sea-storm?
Exactly is perform’d; but there's more work: Pro. Know thus far forth.
What is the time o' the day? By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Ari. Past the mid season. Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Pro. At least two glasses : The time 'twist six and Brought to this shore: and by my prescienco
now, I find my zenith doth depend upon
Must by us both be spent most preciously. A most auspicious star; whose influence
Ari, Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Will ever after droop. - Here cease more questions; Which is not yet perform'd me. Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, Pro. How now? moody? And give it way; I know thou can'st not choose. - What is't thou can'st demand?
[Miranda sleeps. Ari. My liberty.
Ari. I pray thee,
Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, haill I come Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, servid To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou did'st proTo swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
To bate me a full year.
mise On the curl'd clouds: to thy strong bidding task Pro. Dost thou forget Ariel, and all his quality.
From what a torment I did free thee?
It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep;
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing ! Hast thou forgot Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the precursors The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and envy, O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
Ari. No, sir.
(Hark in thine ear. Pro. Thou hast: Where was she born ? speak; tell me. Ari. My lord, it shall be done.
(Exit. Ari. Şir, in Argier.
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Pro. 0, was she so? I must,
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Enter CALIBAN. Which thou forgetst. This damn’d witch, Sycorax, Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd For mischiefs manifold, and sorcerics terrible With raven's feather from anwholesome fen, To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, Thou know'st, was banish’d; for one thing she did, And blister you all o'er! They would not take her life: Is not this true? Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have Ari. Ay, sir.
cramps, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins child,
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, And here was left by the sailors: Thon, my slave, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant : As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
Than bees that made them.
Cal. I must eat dinner.
Which thou tak’st from me. When thou cam’st first, And in her most unmitigable rage,
Thou strok’dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st Into a cloven pine; within which rift
give me Imprison'd, thou did'st painfully remain
Water with berries in't; and teach me how A dozen years; within which space she died, To name the bigger light, and how the less, And left thee there; where thou did'st vent thy groans, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island, And shew'd thec all the qualities o' the isle, (Save for the son that she did litter here,
The fresh springs, brinepits, barren place, and fertile; A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with Curs'd be I that did so! - All the charms A human shape.
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Ari. Yes; Caliban, her son.
For I am all the subjects that you have,
The rest of the island.
Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us'd To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
thee, Could not again ando; it was mine art,
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg’d thee When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The pine, and let thee out.
The honour of my child. Ari. I thank thee, master.
Cal. O ho, o ho! -'would it had been done! Pro. If thon more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
This isle with Calibans. Thon hast howl'd away twelve winters.
Pro. Abhorred slave; Ari. Pardon, master :
Which any print of goodness will not take, I will be correspondent to command,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, And do my spiriting gently.
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour Pro. Do so; and after two days
One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, I will discharge thee.
Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like Ari. That's my noble master!
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? With words that made them known: But thy vile race, Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea; Though thou didst learn, had that in't, which good Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible
natures To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou And hither come in't: hence, with diligence. Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
(Exit Ariel. Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well : Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Awake!
Is, I know how to curse: The red plague rid you, Mira. The strangeness of your story put
For learning me your language ! Heaviness on me.
Pro. Hag-seed, hence! Pro. Shake it off: Come on;
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, We'll visit Caliban , my slave, who never To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? Yields us kind answer.
If thou neglect’st, or dost unwillingly Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir,
What I command, l’ll rack thee with old cramps; I do not love to look on.
Fill all thy bones with aches ; make thee roar, Pro. But, as 'tis,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
I must obey: his art is of such power, [-4 side. That profit us.
- What ho! slave! Caliban ! It would controul my dam’s god, Setebos, Thon earth, thou! speak.
And make a vassal of him. Cal. (Within.] There's wood enough within. Pro. So, slave, hence !
(Exit Caliban. Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing and singing; Come forth, thou tortoise! when?-
FERDINAND following him.
Come unto to these yellow sands,