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SCENE I.-On a Ship at Sea.-A storm, with thunder and lightning.
Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain. Master. Boatswain,Boats. Here, master: What cheer? Master. Good: Speak to the mariners; fall to't yarely, or we ran ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. Enter Mariners. [Exit. Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-sail; Tend to the master's whistle.-Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!
Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND, GONZALO, and others.
Alon. Good Boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour; keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.
Goa. Nay, good, be patient.
Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence; trouble us not. [aboard.
Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast Boats. None 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 band 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. [Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: mee
STEPHANO, a drunken Butler.
Master of a Ship,-Boatswain,-and Mariners. MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero.
ARIEL, an airy Spirit.
Act 1. Scene 2.
Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
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?
Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
Boats. Work you, then.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though leaky as an unstaunched wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Enter Mariners, wet.
Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? [them, Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist For our case is as theirs.
Seb. I am out of patience. [drunkards.Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by This wide-chapped rascal ;-'Would, thou might st The washing of ten tides! [lie drowning,
Gon. He'll be hanged yet;
Though every drop of water swear against it,
(A confused noise within.)-Mercy on us! We split, we split!-Farewell, my wife and children! Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we split!-Ant. Let's all sink with the king. Seb. Let's take leave of him.
Gon. Now 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.
[Exit. SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of Prospero.
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.
Mira. If 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 creatures 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 e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The freighting souls within her.
Be collected; No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, There's no harm done.
O, woe the day!
Mira. Pro. No 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.
Mira. More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. Pro. 'Tis time I should inform thee further. 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.
Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years [since, Thy father was the duke of Milan, and A prince of power. Mira.
Sir, are not you my father? Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said-ihou wast my daughter; and thy father Was duke of Milan; and his only heir A princess; no worse issued. Mira.
Mira. '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? [is it, Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: But how 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 cam'st here, How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.
But that I do not.
O, the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't, we did?
Both, both, my girl: were we heav'd thence;
O, my heart bleeds
And to my state grew stranger, being transported, And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleDost thou attend me?
Sir, most heedfally. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash for over-topping; new created [them, The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd Or else new form'd them; having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
O, good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
But what my power might else exact,-like one,
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Now the conditio
This king of Naples, being an enemy
Alack, for pity!
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I co
Hear a little further,
Wherefore did they not
Well demanded, wench;
Alack! what trouble
Was I then to you!
Hast thou, spirit,
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
O! a cherubim
Out of his charity, (who being then appointed
But ever see that man!
'Would I might
My brave spirit!
Not a soul
Why, that's my spirit!
Close by, my master.
But was not this nigh shore?
Of the king's ship,
Now I arise :
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;
Safely in harbour
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
Past the mid season.
How now? moody?
Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: What is the time o' the day?
Dost thou forget
O, 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?
Ari. Ay, sir.
[child, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with 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 did'st painfully remain A dozen years; within which space she died, And left thee there; where thou did'st 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.
Yes; Caliban, her son. Pro. Dull 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 arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape The pine, and let thee out.
Ari. I thank thee, master. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Pardon, master :
I will be correspondent to command,
Do so; and after two days
I will discharge thee.
Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for Come forth, thou tortoise! when?Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear. Ari.
My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himUpon thy wicked dam, come forth! [self Enter CALIBAN.
Cal. As 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!
Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt bave 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 honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them.
I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thon tak'st from me. When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse: The red plague rid you, For learning me your language!
Pro. Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert 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.
No, 'pray thee!
So, slave, hence! [Exit Calibar Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing FERDINAND following him.