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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.
Boats. Here, master: what cheer?
Mast. Good: speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit.
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-inaster [Exeunt. and a Boatswain.
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.
Alon. Good boatswain, have a care. Where's the master? Play the men.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Gon. 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.
Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
Boats. Down with the top-mast; vare; 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.This wide-chapped rascal ;-'Would, thou might'st lie drowning, The washing of ten tides!
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 hand 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 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.
But that I do not.
[Erit. In the dark backward and abysm of time? Exit. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, 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. SCENE II.-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 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'er1 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, 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
Pro. The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Out2 three years old.
Certainly, sir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance.
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.
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 thence? 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.
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,— I 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
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 The ivy, which had my princely trunk,
And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st
I pray thee, mark me. Mira.
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 he play'd, And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan: me, poor man!-my library
(5) Cut away.
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
From my own library, with volumes that
But ever see that man!
O the heavens!
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Than other princes can, that have more time
Mira, Heavens thank you for't! And now, pray you, sir, (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm?
If this might be a brother.
I should sin
Alack, for pity!
Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which, this story Were most impertinent.
Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?
(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
Alack! what trouble
Was I then to you!
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
(1) Thirsty. (2) Consideration. (3) Suggestion. 4) Sprinkled. (5) Stubborn resolution.
O! a cherubim
When I have deck'd4 the sea with drops full salt;
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
How came we ashore?
Pro. By Providence divine.
Close by, my master.
Why, that's my spirit!
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle:
(6) The minutest article.
(7) Bustle, tumult.,
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd," And all the rest of the fleet?
I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet,
Safely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island The mariners all under hatches stowed; (Save for the son that she did litter here, Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd la- A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honoured with A human shape.
To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands,
Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and now,
Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give
How now? moody?
What is't thou canst demand?
Pro. Thou dost; and think'st
I do not, sir.
Yes; Caliban, her son.
I thank thee, master.
Do so; and after two days
I will discharge thee.
Mira. The strangeness of your story put
But, as 'tis,
I do not love to look on.
Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within.
Thou hast: Where was she born?
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought
Shake it off; come on; slave, who never
'Tis a villain, sir,
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
And blister you all o'er!
Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have
Side-stiches, that shall pen thy breath up; urchins'
Water with berries in't; and teach me how
Carsed be I that did so!-All the charms
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Cal. You taught me language; and my profiton't Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid2 you, For learning me your language!
So, slave; hence!
Full fathom fore thy father lies;
A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, And strays about to find them. Mira. I might call him Hag-seed, hence! A thing divine; for nothing natural Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou were best, I ever saw so noble. 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; Fl all thy bones with aches: make thee roar, That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
Pro. It goes on, [Aside As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'H .free thee Within two days for this.
Cal. No, 'pray thee!
I must obey: his art is of such power,
Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father:
This is no motal business, nor no sound
As we have, such: this gallant which thou secst
Most sure, the goddess
No wonder, sir;