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Mire
O good sir, I do.

Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
Pro. I thus neglecting wordly ends, all dedi- To cry to the sea that roar’d to us; to sigh

To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, To closeness, and the bettering of my mind Did us but loving wrong. With that, which, but by being so retir'd,

Mira.

Alack! what trouble O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Was I then to you! Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust

Pro.

O! a cherubim Like a good parent, did beget of him

Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst A falsehood, in its contrary as great

smile, As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, A confidence sans bound., He being thus lorded, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Not only with what my revenue yielded, Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me But what my power might else exact,—like one An undergoing stomach', to bear up Who, having unto truth, by telling of it,

Against what should ensue. Made such a sinner of his memory,

Mira.

How came we ashore? To credit his own lie, -he did believe

Pro. By Providence divine. He was the duke; out of the substitution,

Some food we had, and some fresh water, that And executing the outward face of royalty, A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, With all prerogative:—Hence his ambition Out of his charity (who being then appointed Growing,–Dost hear?

Master of this design,) did give us; with
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Pro. To have no screen between this part he | Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle-
play'd

ness,
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
Absolute Milan: Me, poor man-my library From my own library, with volumes that
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties I prize above my dukedom.
He thinks me now incapable: confederates

Mira.

'Would I might (80 dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, But ever see that man! To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Pro.

Now I arise :-
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan!) Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
To most ignoble stooping.

Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Mira.

O the heavens! Than other princes can, that have more time Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.

Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now I If this might be a brother.

pray you, sir, Mira. I should sin

(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason To think but nobly of my grandmother:

For raising this sea-storm? Good wombs have borne bad sons.

Pro.

Know thus far forth.Pro.

Now the condition. By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
This king of Naples, being an enemy

Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises, I find my zenith doth depend upon
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,- A most auspicious star; whose influence
Should presently extirpate me and mine

If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, Will ever after droop.—Here cease more ques.
With all the honors, on my brother: Whereon,

tions; A treacherous army levied, one midnight

Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, Pated to the purpose, did Antonio open

And give it way ;-I know thou canst not choose.The gates of Milan; and i' the dead of darkness,

[MIRANDA sleeps. The ministers for the purpose aurried thence Come away, servant, come: I am ready now: Me, and thy crying self.

Approach, my Ariel; come. Mira.

Alack, for pity!
I, not rememb’ring how I cried out then,

Enter ARIEL.
Will cry it o'er again, it is a hint,
That wrings mine eyes.

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I Pro.

Hear a little further,
And then I'll bring thee to the present business To answer thy best pleasure; be'l to fly,
Which now's upon us; without the which, this To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task story Were most impertinent.

Ariel, and all his quality.
Mira.
Wherefore did they not

Pro.

Hast thou, spirit, That hour destroy us?

Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
Pro.
Well demanded, wench;

Ari. To every article.
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,

Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
not;

I flamed amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide, (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set A mark so bloody on the business; but

And burn in many places; on the top-mast, With colors fairer painted their foul ends.

The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,

Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precurIn few, they hurried us abroad a bark; Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd

O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats

• Stubborn resolution. • The minutest article.

come

sors

And sight-outrunning were not: The fire, and Ari.

I do not, sir. cracks

Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune

forgot Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, Yea, his dread trident shake.

Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? Pro.

My brave spirit! Ari. No, sir. Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil

Pro.

Thou hast: where was she born? Would not infect his reason?

speak; tell me. Ari.

Not a soul

Ari. Sir, in Argier.' But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd

Pro.

0, was she so? I must, Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Plung’d in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair,) To enter human hearing, from Argier, Was the first man that leap'd: cried, Hell is empty, Thou know'st, was banish’d; for one thing she did, And all the devils are here.

They would not take her life: Is not this true? Pro.

Why, that's my spirit! Ari. Ay, sir. But was not this nigh shore?

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with Ari. Close by, my master.

child, Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?

And here was left by the sailors: 'Thou, my slave, Ari,

Not a hair perish'd; As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant:
On their sustaining garments not a blemish, And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
But fresher than before; and, as thou bad’st me, To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle: Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
The king's son have I landed by himself;

By help of her more potent ministers,
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs, And in her most unmitigable rage,
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,

Into a cloven pine; within which rift
His arms in this sad knot.

Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain Pro.

Of the king's ship, A dozen years; within which space she died, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos’d, And left thee' there; where thou didst vent thy And all the rest o' the fleet?

groans, Ari.

Safely in harbor As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once (Save for the son that she did litter here, Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honor'd with From the still-vex'd Bermoothes?, there she's hid: A human shape. The mariners all under hatches stow'd;

Ari.

Yes; Caliban her son. Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labor, Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st Which I dispers’d, they all have met again;

What torment I did find thee in: thy groans And are upon the Mediterranean flote 3

Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Bound sadly home for Naples;

Of ever-angry bears: it was a torment Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck’d, To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax And his great person perish.

Could not again undo; it was mine art, Pro.

Ariel, thy charge When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape Exactly is perform’d; but there's more work: The pine, and let thee out. What is the time o' the day?

Ari.

I thank thee, master. Ari.

Past the mid season. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, Pro. At least two glasses: The time 'twixt six And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till

Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Must by us both be spent most preciously.

Ari.

Pardon, master: Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give I will be correspondent to command, me pains,

And do my spriting gently. Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Pro.

Do so; and after two days Which is not yet perform’d me.

I will discharge thee. Pro.

How now? moody?

Ari.

That's my noble master! What is't thou canst demand?

What shall I do? say, what? what shall I do? Ari.

My liberty.

Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o'the sea; Pro. Before the time be out? no more.

Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible Ari.

I

pray thee To every eye-ball else. Go take this shape, Remember, I have done thee worthy service; And hither come in't: hence, with diligence. Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, servid

[Exit ARIEL Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; promise

Awake!
To bate me a full year.

Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Pro.
Dost thou forget

Heaviness in me.
From what a torment I did free thee?

Pro.

Shake it off: Come on, Ari.

No.

We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Pro. Thou dost; and think'st

Yields us kind answer. It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep;

Mira.

'Tis a villain, sir, To run upon the sharp wind of the north;

I do not love to look on. To do me business in the veins o' the earth,

Pro.

But, as 'tis, When it is bak'd with frost.

We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, 1 Bustle, tumult. - Bermudas. 3 Wave.

• Algiers.

* Commands.

and now,

Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices

Pro.

Hag-seed, hence! That profit us.

What ho! slave! Caliban, Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, Thou earth, thou! speak.

To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly Pro. Come forth, I say: there's other business What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; for thee:

Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, Come forth, thou tortoise! when?

That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
Re-enter Ariel like a water-nymph.

Cal.

No, 'pray thee! I must obey: his art is of such power

[Aside. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,

It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
Hark in thine ear.

And make a vassal of him.
Ari.
My lord, it shall be done. [Erit. Pro.

So, slave; hence! Pro. Thon poisonous slave, got by the devil

[Exit Caliban. himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing ;

FERDINAND following him.
Enter CalibAN.

Ariel's Song.
Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd

Come unto these yellow sands With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,

And then take hands: Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,

Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd, And blister you all o'er!

(The wild waves whist ") Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have

Foot it featly here and there; cramps,

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchinss Hark, hark! Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. [dispersedly. All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

The watch-dogs bark:
As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. [dispersedly.
Than bees that made them.

Hark, hark! I hear
Cal.
I must eat my dinner.

The strain of strutting chanticlere
This island's mine, by Sycorax, my mother,

Cry, cock-a-doodle-do. Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first,

Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me;

the earth? wouldst give me

It sounds no more:---and sure, it waits upon Water with berries in't; and teach me how Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, To name the bigger light, and how the less,

Weeping again the king my father's wreck, That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee, This music crept by me upon the waters; And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,

Allaying both their fury, and my passion, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; With its sweet air; thence I have follow'd it, Cursed be I that did so ;-all the charms

Or it hath drawn me rather:-But 'tis gone. Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!

No, it begins again.
For I am all the subjects that you have,

ARIEL sings.
Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

Full fathom five thy father lies;
The rest of the island.

of his bones are coral made; Pro. Thou most lying slave,

Those are pearls, that were his eyes: Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have us’d Nothing of him that doth fade, thee,

But doth suffer a sea-change Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee

Into something rich and strange. In mine own cell, till thou did'st seek to violate Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: The honor of my child.

Hark! now I hear them,--ding-dong, bell

. Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done!

[Burden, ding-dong. Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd This isle with Calibans.

father:Pro. Abhorred slave;

This is no mortal business, nor no sound Which any print of goodness will not take, That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each And say, what thou seest yond'. hour

Mira.

What is't? a spirit? One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like It carries a brave form :-But 'tis a spirit. A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath With words that made them known: But thy vile

such senses race,

As we have, such: This gallant which thou seest, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd

With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou mightst Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou

call him Deservedly confin'd into this rock,

A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.

And strays about to find them. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Mira.

I might call him Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid' you, A thing divine; for nothing natural For learning me your language!

I ever saw so noble. . Fairies,

* Destroy.
9 Being stilled, silenced.

• Owns.

natures

Pro.
It goes on,

[Aside. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor-Come. As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I’ul I'll manacle thy neck and feet together: free thee

Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be Within two days for this.

The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks Fer.

Most sure the goddess Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.
On whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe my prayer Fer.

No;
May know, if you remain upon this island; I will resist such entertainment, till
And that you will some good instruction give, Mine enemy has more power.

[He draws. How I may bear me here: My prime request,

Mira.

O dear father,
Which I do last pronounce, is, 0 you wonder! Make not too rash a trial of him, for
If you be maid, or no?

He's gentle, and not fearful."
Mira.
No wonder, sir;
Pro.

What, I say, But, certainly a maid.

My foot my tutor!—Put thy sword up, traitor; Fer.

My language; heavens! - Who mak’st a show, but dar’st not strike, thy conI am the best of them that speak this speech,

science Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward'; Pro.

How! the best ? For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
What wert thou if the king of Naples heard thee? And make thy weapon drop.
Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders Mira.

Beseech you, father! To hear thee speak of Naples: He does hear me;

Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments. And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples;

Mira.

Sir, have pity; Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld

I'll be his surety. The king my father wreck’d.

Pro.

Silence: one word more Mira.

Alack, for mercy! Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of An advocate for an impostor? hush! Milan,

Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he, And his brave son being twain.

Having seen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench! Pro.

The duke of Milan, To the most of men this is a Caliban,
And his more braver daughter, could control' thee, And they to him are angels.
If now 'twere fit to do't:-At the first sight

Mira.

My affections

[Aside. Are then most humble; I have no ambition They have chang's eyes :-Delicate Ariel, To see a goodlier man. I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good sir :

Pro.

Come on; obey: [To FERD. I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Thy nerves are in their infancy again,

Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This And have no vigor in them. Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first

Fer.

So they are: That e'er I sighed for: pity move my father My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. To be inclin'd my way!

My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Fer. 0, if a virgin,

The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, The queen of Naples!

Might I but through my prison once a day Pro.

Soft, sir, one word more.- Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth They are both in either's powers; but this swift Let liberty make use of; space enough business

Have I in such a prison. I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside. Pro.

It works :-Come on.Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge Thou hast done well, fine Ariel !—Follow me.thee,

[To FERD. and Mir. That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To ARIEL. The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself Mira.

Be of comfort; Upon this island, as a spy to win it

My father's of a better nature, sir, From me, the lord on't.

Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Fer.

No, as I am a man. Which now came from him. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a Pro.

Thou shalt be as free temple:

As mountain winds: but then exactly do If the ill spirit have so fair an house,

All points of my command. Good things will strive to dwell with't.

Ari.

To the syllable. Pro.

Follow me.-[To Ferd. Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I.- Another part of the Island. The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Enter Alonso, SEBastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, I mean our preservation, few in millions

Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle,
ADRIAN,
Francisco, and others.

Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause Our sorrow with our comfort. (So have we all) of joy; for our escape

Alon.

Pr’ythee, peace! Is much beyond our loss: our hint of woe

Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Is common; every day some sailor's wife,

Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. 1 Confute.

2 Frightful.

3 Guard.

Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me By and by it will strike.

study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. Sir,

Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. "Seb. One: Tell.

Adr. Carthage? Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's Gon. I assure you, Carthage. offered,

Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Comes to the entertainer

Seb. He hath raised the walls, and houses too. Seb. A dollar.

Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy Gon. Dolor comes to him, indeed; you have next? spoken truer than you purposed.

Seb. I think he will carry this island home in Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. should.

Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Gon. Therefore, my lord,

bring forth more islands. Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Gon. Ay? Alon. I pr’ythee, spare.

Ant. Why, in good time. Gon. Well, I have done: But yet

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments Seb. He will be talking.

seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. wager, first begins to crow?

Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Seh. The old cock.

Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Ant. The cockrel.

Ant. 0, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. Seb. Done: the wager ?

Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first Ant. A laughter.

day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. Seb. A match.

Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marSeb. Ha, ha, ha!

riage? Ant. So you've pay'd.

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,

against Seb. Yet.

The stomach of my sense: 'Would I had never Adr. Yet

Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Ant. He could not miss it.

My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and Who is so far from Italy removed, delicate temperance."

I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish

Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly de- Hath made his meal on thee! livered.

Fran.

Sir, he

may

live: Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. I saw him beat the surges under him, Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head Ant. True; save means to live.

'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Gon. How lush' and lusty the grass looks! how to the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, green!

As stooping to relieve him; I not doubt, Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

He came alive to land. Seb. With an eye of green in't.

Alon.

No, no, he's gone. Ant. He misses not much.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great Seb. No: he doth but mistake the truth totally.

loss; Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed That would not bless our Europe with your daughalmost beyond credit)

ter, Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

But rather lose her to an African; Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than Alon.

Pr’ythee, peace. stain'd with salt water.

Seb. You were kueeld to, and importun'd otherAnt. If but one of his pockets could speak,

wise would it not say, he lies?

By all of us; and the fair soul herself Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Weigh’d, between lothness and obedience, at

Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost as when we put them on first in Afric, at the mar

your son, riage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the I fear, forever: Milan and Naples have king of Tunis.

More widows in them of this business' making, Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper Than we bring men to comfort them: The fault's well in our return.

Your own. Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. paragon to their queen.

Gon.

My lord Sebastian, Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.

The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, Ant. Widow! a pox o' that! how came that and time to speak it in: you rub the sore, widow in! Widow Dido!

When you should bring the plaster. Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? Seb.

Very well. good lord, how you take it!

Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, • Temperature. Rank. 6 Shade of color. When you are cloudy.

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