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Alonso, king of Naples.
Prospero, the rightful duke of Milan.
Antonio, his brother, the usurping duke of Milan.
Ferdinand, son to the king of Naples.
Gonzalo, an honest old counsellor of Naples.
Caliban, a savage and deformed slave,
Trinculo, a jester.
Stephano, a drunken butler.
Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he SCENE I.-On a ship at sea. A storm, with be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. thunder and lightning. Enter a Ship-master [Exeunt. and a Boatswain.
Boats. Here, master: what cheer? Mast. Good: speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [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,
Miranda, daughter to Prospero.
Ariel, an airy spirit.
Other spirits attending on Prospero.
Scene, the sea, with a ship; afterwards an uninhabited island.
Alon. Good boatswain, have a care. Where's the master? Play the men.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
"Boats. Down with the top-mast; yere; 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.
Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?
Seb. I am out of patience.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.
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, This wide-chapped rascal ;-'Would, thou might'st we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. lie drowning, If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, The washing of ten tides! and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis- Gon. He'll be hanged yet; chance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good Though every drop of water swear against it, hearts.-Out of our way, I say. [Exit. And gape at wid'st to glut him.
Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: me-[A confused noise within.] Mercy on us!-We thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children!complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Farewell, brother!-We split, we split, we split.(3) Incontinent.
(2) Present instant.
Ant. Let's all sink with the king. Seb. Let's take leave of him. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of How thou cam'st here, thou may'st. 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.
[Exit. In the dark backward and abysm3 of time? Exit. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here,
SCENE H.-The island: before the cell of Prospero. Enter Prospero and Miranda.
Mir. 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 suffer'd With those that 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'er1 It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The freighting souls within her.
Pro. Be collected; No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, There's no harm done, O, wo the day!
Mira. Pro. 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.
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
Mira. You have often Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd And left me to a bootless inquisition; Concluding, Stay, not yet.
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
For thou must now know further.
Pro. Twelve years since,
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
O, the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thenee? Or blessed was't we did? Pro.
Both, both, my girl : By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence¡ But blessedly holp hither.
I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not
Certainly, sir, I can.
"But that I do not.
O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen' that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you further. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should Be so perfidious!-he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put The manage of my state; as, at that time, Through all the signiories 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 wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleDost thou attend me?
Sir, most heedfully, Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash' for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine; I say or chang'd
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? Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how is it, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else (1) Before. (2) Quite, (3) Abyss.
I pray thee, mark me. Mira.
Or else new form'd them: having both the key
And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st
O good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate To closeness, and the bettering of my mind With that, which, but by being so retir'd, O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother, Awak'd 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, unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie,-he did believe He was the duke; out of the substitution, And executing the outward face of royalty, With all prerogative:-Hence his ambition Growing,-Dost hear?
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness Pro. To have no screen between this part ha play'd, And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan: me, poor man!-my library
(4) Sorrow. (5) Cut away. (6) Without.
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
From my own library, with volumes that
But ever see that man!
Now I arise :-
O the heavens!
Pro, Mark his condition, and the event; then Than other princes can, that have more time
If this might be a brother.
Mira, Heavens thank you for't! And now, I
Alack, for pity!
Hear a little further,
Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?
Well demanded, wench;
(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
Alack! what trouble
Was I then to you!
O! a cherubim
Thou wast, that did preserve me? Thou didst smile,
When I have deck'd' the sea with drops full salt;
Out of his charity (who being then appointed
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
(4) Thrilled (2) Co) stubborn resolusuggestion.
Whom I left Cooling of the air with sighs,
Safely in harbour
I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet,
Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and now,
Must by us both be spent most preciously.
How now? moody?
What is't thou canst demand?
Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee?
Pro. Thou dost; and think'st
I do not, sir.
To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands,
fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island (Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honoured with A human shape.
Yes; Caliban, her son.
I thank thee, master.
Do so; and after two days
I will discharge thee.
[Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!
Mira. The strangeness of your story put
I do not love to look on.
Thou hast: where was she born?!
Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax,
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought
And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
(2) Wave. (3) Algiers. |
Shake it off; come on; slave, who never
'Tis a villain, sir,
But, as 'tis,
Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within.
Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph.
Hark in thine ear.
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd
(5) Do without.
And blister you all o'er !
Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
Side-stiches, that shall pen thy breath up; urchins1
Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax, my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st give me
Water with berries in't; and teach me how
Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms
Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I have us'd thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child.
Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans.
Abhorred slave; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each
One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
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 were 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.
Cal. No, 'pray thee!
I must obey: his art is of such power,
So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban. Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing; Ferdinand following him. ARIEL'S SONG.