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TEMPEST.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Alonso, king of Naples.
Sebastian, his brother.

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.

Adrian, lords.

Master.

Francisco,

Caliban, a savage and deformed slave.

Trinculo, a jester.

Stephano, a drunken butler.

Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.

BOATSWAIN,

Boats. Here, master: what cheer?

Mast. Good: speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit.

ACT I.

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.

Enter Mariners.

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.

Miranda, daughter to Prospero.

Alon. Good boatswain, have a care. Where's the master? Play the men.

Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Ant. Where is the master, boastwain?
Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our la-
bour! keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.

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.

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Re-enter Boatswain.

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.

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Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?
Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us
assist them,
For our case is as theirs.

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.

(1) Readily.

(2) Present instant.

(4) Absolutely.

Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
Seb. Let's take leave of him.

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.

Pro.

Be collected; No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, There's no harm done.

O, wo the day!

No harm.

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.

Mira.

More to know

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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.

Mira.

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.

Mira.

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-thou wast my daughter; and thy father
Was duke of Milan; and his only heir
A princess;-no worse issued.
Mira.

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.

Mira.

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?

Mira.

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

them,

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

not:

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

(4) Sorrow.

(5) Cut away.

(6) Without..

Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable: confederates
(So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples,
To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan!)
To most ignoble stooping.

Mira.

From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
Mira.
'Would I might

But ever see that man!
Pro.
Now I arise:-
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit

O the heavens!

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

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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.
Mira.

I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Good wombs have born bad sons.

Pro.
Now the condition.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
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,
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother: whereon,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.

Mira.

Alack, for pity!
I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,3
That wrings mine eyes.

Pro.

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.

Mira.

Wherefore did they not

That hour destroy us?
Pro.
Well demanded, wench;
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst
not;

(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.

Mira.

Alack! what trouble

Was I then to you!

ness,

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,

Pro.
Know thus far forth.-
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop.-Here cease more questions;
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way;-I know thou canst not choose.-
[Miranda sleeps.
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;
Approach, my Ariel; come.

(1) Thirsty. (2) Consideration. (3) Suggestion. 4) Sprinkled. (5) Stubborn resolution.

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Pro.

Ari.

O! a cherubim
Thou wast, that did preserve me? Thou didst smile,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

When I have deck'd4 the sea with drops full salt;
Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Not a soul
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Some tricks of desperation: all, but mariners,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair upstaring (then like reeds, not hair,)
And all the devils are here.
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty,

Mira.

How came we ashore?

Pro.

Pro. By Providence divine.
Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Close by, my master.

Why, that's my spirit!
But was not this nigh shore?
Out of his charity (who being then appointed
Ari.
Master of this design,) did give us, with
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari.
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Not a hair perish'd;
Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle-But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,

In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle:
The king's son have I landed by himself;

(6) The minutest article.

(7) Bustle, tumult.,

Pro.
My brave spirit!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil"
Would not infect his reason?

B

Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot."

Pro.

Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd," And all the rest of the fleet?

bour,

I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet,
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,1
Bound sadly home for Naples;
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great person perish.

Ari.

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.

Pro.
Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:
What is the time o' the day?

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To act her earthly 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 didst painfully remain
A dozen years; within which space she died,
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy

groans,

Ari.

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
me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis
Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro.

How now? moody?

What is't thou canst demand?

Ari.
My liberty.
Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Ari.
I pray thee
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst pro-

mise
To bate me a full year.
Pro.
Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?

Ari.

No.

Pro. Thou dost; and think'st
It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep;
To run upon the sharp wind of the north;
To do me business in the veins o' the earth,
When it is bak'd with frost.

Ari.

I do not, sir.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou
forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and envy,
Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
Ari. No, sir.
Pro..

Ari.

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.
Ari.
Pardon, master:
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.

Do so; and after two days

Pro.

I will discharge thee.
Ari.
That's my noble master!
What shall I do? say what: what shall I do?
Pro. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea;
Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible
To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.
[Erit Ariel.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.

Pro.
We'll visit Caliban, my
Yields us kind answer.
Mira.

But, as 'tis,

I do not love to look on.
Pro.
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices
That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business
for thee;
Come forth, thou tortoise! when?

Thou hast: Where was she born?
speak; tell me.
Ari. Sir, in Argier.3
Pro.
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 banished; for one thing she

did,
They would not take her life. Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, sir.

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought
with child,
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

(1) Bermudas.

(2) Wave.

(3) Algiers.1

Shake it off; come on; slave, who never

'Tis a villain, sir,

Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,

Hark in thine ear.

Ari.
My lord, it shall be done. [Erit.
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil
himself

Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

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,
(5) Do without.

(4) Commands.

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; 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
Taan bees that made them.

Cal.
I must eat my dinner.
This island's mine, by Sycorax, my mother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first,
Tho strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me;
would'st give me

Water with berries in't; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place,
fertile;

and

Carsed be I that did so!-All the charms
O'S corax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep froin me
The rest of the island.

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Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
Who hadst desery'd more than a prison.

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!

[Asile.

So, slave; hence!
[Erit Caliban.
Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing;
Ferdinand following him.

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Ariel sings.

Full fathom fore thy father lies;
Of his lones are cora! made;
Those are per's that were his eyes.
Nothing of him that doth fade,
Bit doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs kourly ring his knell:
Hark! now I hear them,―ding-dong, bell.
[Burden, ding-dong.

Pro.

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.

Fer.

Cal. No, 'pray thee!

I must obey: his art is of such power,
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.

Pro.

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father:

This is no motal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
And say, what thou seest yond'.
Mira
What is't? a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Bellove me, si,
It carries a brave form:-But 'tis a spirit.
Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath
such senses

As we have, such: this gallant which thou secst
Was in the wreck; and bat he's something stain'd
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st
call him

Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe my prayer
May know, if you remain upon this island';
And that you will some good instruction give,
How I may bear me here: my prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
If you be maid, or no?
Mira.
But, certainly a maid.

No wonder, sir;

Fer.
My language? heavens
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Pro.
How! the best?
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee?
(3) Still, silent.
(4) Owns.

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