William Shakespeare
The Tempest
Shakespeare, William. The Tempest . Ed. Brent Whitted & Paul Yachnin. Internet Shakespeare Editions. University of Victoria. http://internetshakespeare.uvic.ca/Library/Texts/Tmp/M/work/
Joan Oleza Simó
(Investigador principal)
Izquierdo Alfanjarín, Miryam
(Editor)
English · Verso · 1571 versos
https://playcode.fly.dev/plays/EMOTHE0152_TheTempest
- Tiempo histórico
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Tiempo indeterminado
Different themes of the play resonate with Shakespeare’s times.
- Datación
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1610–1611
desde 1610 y hasta 1611
- Bibliografía
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Ediciones modernas
- Alexander, Peter, ed. William Shakespeare: The Complete Works. London and Glasgow: Collins, 1951.
- Collier, J. Payne, ed. The Plays of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Old Copies and by the Recently Discovered Folio of 1632. London: Whittaker, 1853.
- Hulme, Peter and William H Sherman, ed. The Tempest. Shakespeare, William. New York: Norton, 2019.
- Hulme, Peter and William H. Sherman, ed. The Tempest. Shakespeare, William. London and New York: Norton, 2003.
- Kittredge, George Lyma, ed. The Complete Works of Shakespeare. Boston: Ginn and Co., 1936.
- Lindley, David, ed. The Tempest. Shakespeare, William. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2002.
- Sisson, Charles Jasper, ed. William Shakespeare: Complete Works. London: Odhams, 1954.
- Vaughan, Virginia M. and Alden T. Vaughan, ed. The Tempest. Shakespeare, William. 3 ed. London: Arden Shakespeare, 2011. The Arde Shakespeare.
- Whitted, Brent, Paul Yachnin, ed. The Tempest. Shakespeare, William. Victoria: University of Victoria. Internet Shakespeare Editions. Text editor for EMOTHE Digital Library: Izquierdo Alfanjarín, Miryam.Also available at: https://emothe.uv.es/biblioteca/textosEMOTHE/EMOTHE0152_TheTempest.php. URL: http://internetshakespeare.uvic.ca/Library/Texts/Tmp/M/work/
Bibliografía crítica
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- Allen, Harold B. "Shakespeare’s Lay Her a-Hold". MLN. 1937, 52, p. 96-100.
- Auberlen, Eckhard. "The Tempest and the Concerns of the Restoration Court: A Study of The Enchanted Island and the Operatic Tempest". Restoration. 1991, 15, p. 71-88.
- Bacon, Wallace A. "A Note on “The Tempest”, IV.i". Notes and Queries. 1947, 192, p. 343-4.
- Baker, David J. "Where in Ireland is The Tempest?". Burnett, Mark Thornton and Ramona Wray. Shakespeare and Ireland: History, Politics, Culture. 1997, p. 68-88.
- Bate, Jonathan. "Caliban and Ariel Write Back". Shakespeare Survey. 1995, 48, p. 155-62.
- Berger, Karol. "Prospero’s Art". SSt. 1977, 10, p. 211-39.
- Brathwaite, Edward Kamau. "Caliban, Ariel, and Unprospero in the Conflict of Creolization: A Study of the Slave Revolt in Jamaica 1831-32". Ed. Rubin, Vera and Arthur Tuden. New York, 1977, p. 41-62.
- Brockbank, Philip. "The Tempest: Conventions in Art and Empire". Ed. Brown, John Russell and Bernard Harris. Later Shakespeare. London, 1966, p. 183-201.
- Brooks, Harold F. "The Tempest: What Sort of Play?". Proceedings of the British Academy. London, 1980, p. 27-54.
- Brotton, Jeremy. "”This Tunis, Sir, Was Carthage”; Contesting Colonialism in The Tempest". Ed. Loomba, Ania and Martin Orkin. Postcolonial Shakespeares. London, 1988, p. 23-42.
- Brown, Paul. "Political Shakespeare". Ed. Dollimore, Jonathan and Alan Sinfield. New York, 1985, p. 48-71.
- Brydon, Diana. "Rewriting The Tempest". World Literature Written in English. 1984, 23, p. 75-88.
- Brydon, Diana. "Sister Letters: Miranda’s The Tempest in Canada". Ed. Novy, Marianne. Cross-Cultural Performances: Differences in Women’s Re-Visions of Shakespeare. Urbana, 1993, p. 165-84.
- Bullough, Geoffrey, ed. "Narrative and Dramatic Sources of Shakespeare". Vol. 8. Columbia University Press, 1975.
- Cartelli, Thomas. "Prospero in Africa: The Tempest as Colonialist Text and Pretext". Ed. Howard, Jean E. and Marion F. O’Connor. Shakespeare Reproduced. London, 1987, p. 99-115.
- Cawley, Robert Ralston. "Shakespeare’s Use of the Voyagers in The Tempest". PMLA. 1926, 41, p. 688-726.
- Croyden, Margaret. "Peter Brook’s The Tempest". Drama Review. 1968-9, 13, p. 125-8.
- Demaray, John G. Shakespeare and the Spectacles of Strangeness: ‘The Tempest’ and the Transformation of Renaissance Theatrical Forms. Pittsburgh, Pa, 1998.
- Dobson, Michael. "”Remember / First to possess his Books”: The Appropriation of The Tempest, 1700-1800". Shakespeare Survey. 1990, 43, p. 99-107.
- Dorsinville, Max. Caliban Without Prospero: Essays in Quebec and Black Literature. 1974.
- Ed. Guffey, George Robert. 1969. After the Tempest.
- Fernández Retamar, Roberto. "Caliban: Notes Towards a Discussion of Culture in America". Massachussets Review. 1973-4, 15, p. 11-16.
- Fox, Charles O. "A Crux in “The Tempest”". Notes and Queries. 1957, 202, p. 515-16.
- Franck, Jane P. "Caliban at Lewishon Stadium, 1916". Ed. Anne Paolucci. Shakespeare Encomium. New York, 1964, p. 154-68.
- Frey, Charles H. "The Tempest and the New World". Shakespeare Quarterly. 1979, 30, p. 29-41.
- Gillies, John. "Shakespeare’s Virginian Masque". English Literary History. 1986, 53, p. 673-707.
- Goldberg, Jonathan. "Under the Covers with Caliban". Ed. D. C. Greetham. The Margins of the Text. 1997, p. 105-28.
- Greenblatt, Stephen. "Learning to Curse: Aspects of Linguistic Colonialism in the Sixteenth Century". Learning to Curse: Essays in Early Modern Culture. New York, 1990, p. 16-39.
- Greene, Gayle. "Margaret Laurence’s Diviners and Shakespeare’s Tempest". Ed. Marianne Novy. Women’s Re-Visions of Shakespeare. 1990, p. 164-82.
- Griffiths, Trevor R. "“This Island’s Mine”: Caliban and Colonialism". Yearbook of English Studies. 1983, 13, p. 159-80.
- Hall, Kim F. Things of Darkness: Economics of Race and Gender in Early Modern England. 1995.
- Halliwell-Philips, J. O. Memoranda on Shakespeare’s Tempest. 1880.
- Halliwell-Phillips, J. O. Selected Notes Upon Shakespeare’s The Tempest. London, 1868.
- Halpern, Richard. "”The Picture of Nobody”: White Cannibalism in The Tempest". Ed. Miller, David Lee; Sharon O’Dair; Harold Weber. The Production of English Renaissance Culture. New York, 1994, p. 262-92.
- Hamilton, Donna B. Virgil and ‘The Tempest’: The Politics of Imitation. 1990.
- Harrison, Thomas P. "A Note on The Tempest: A Sequel". MLN. 1943, 58, p. 422-6.
- Johnson, Lemuel A. Highlife for Caliban. 1973.
- Jowett, John. "New Created Creatures: Ralph Crane and the Stage Directions in “The Tempest”". Shakespeare Survey. 1983, 36, p. 107-20.
- Kahn, Coppélia. “The Providential Tempest and the Shakespearean Family”. Ed. Schwartz, Murry M. and Coppélia Kahn. 1980. (Orig: Representing Shakespeare: New Psychoanalytic Essays)
- Kastan, David Scott. "”The Duke of Milan and his Brave Son”: Dynastic Politics in The Tempest". Ed. Vaughan, Virginia Mason and Alden T. Vaughan. Critical Essays on Shakespeare’s ‘The Tempest’. New York, 1998, p. 91-103.
- Kay, Dennis C. "Gonzalo’s “Lasting Pillars”: The Tempest, V.i.208". Shakespeare Quarterly. 1984, 35, p. 322-4.
- Kipling, Rudyard. How Shakespeare Came to Write the ‘Tempest’. New York, (1898) 1916.
- Knapp, Jeffrey. An Empire Nowhere: England, America, and Literature from ‘Utopia’ to ‘The Tempest’. Berkeley, 1992.
- Law, Ernest. Shakespeare’s Tempest as Originally Produced at Court. London, 1920.
- Levin, Richard. "Anatomical Geography in “The Tempest”’, IV.i.235-38". Notes and Queries. 1964, 209, p. 142-6.
- Loughrey, Bryan and Neil Taylor. "Ferdinand and Miranda at Chess". Shakespeare Survey. 1982, 35, p. 113-18.
- MacDonnell, Patrick. An Essay on the Play of The Tempest. London, 1840.
- Marquelot, Pierre and Michèle Willems. Travel and Drama in Shakespeare’s Time. Cambridge, 1996.
- Marx, Leo. "Shakespeare’s American Fable". Massachusetts Review. 1960, 2, p. 40-71.
- Maus, Katherine Eisaman. "”Arcadia Lost”: Politics and Revision in the Restoration Tempest". Renaissance Drama. 1982, 13, p. 189-209.
- McDonald, Russ. "Reading The Tempest". Shakespeare Survey. 1990, 43, p. 15-28.
- Mowat, Barbara A. "Prospero, Agrippa, and Hocus Pocus". English Literary Renaissance. 1981, 11, p. 281-303.
- Namjoshi, Suniti. "Snapshots of Caliban". Because of India. London, 1989, p. 85-102.
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- Peterson, Douglas L. Time, Tide, and Tempest: A Study of Shakespeare’s Romances. 1973.
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Traducciones
Español
- Shakespeare, William. La Tempestad. Ed. Andreu Jaume. Tra. Cohen, Marcelo and Graciela Speranza. Barcelona, 2012, p. 603-678. William Shakespeare Obra Completa.
Adaptaciones
- Darío, Rubén. "El triunfo de Cáliban". Ed. E. K. Mapes. Escritos inéditos de Rubén Darío. New York, 1938.
- Greenaway, Peter. Prospero’s Books (Filmscript). New York, 1991.
- MacKaye, Percy. Caliban by the Yellow Sands. New York, 1916.
Alonso
King of Naples
Sebastian
his brother
Prospero
the rightful Duke of Milan
Miranda
daughter to PROSPERO
Antonio
his brother, the usurping Duke of Milan
Ferdinand
son to the King of Naples
Gonzalo
an honest old counselor
Adrian and Francisco
lords
Caliban
a savage and deformed slave
Ariel
an airy spirit
Trinculo
a jester
Stephano
a drunken butler
Master of a ship
Boatswain
Mariners
Iris
Ceres
Juno
Nymphs
Reapers
Spirits
Act I
[1.1]
(A tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard. Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain.)
SHIPMASTER
Boatswain!
BOATSWAIN
Here, master. What cheer?
SHIPMASTER
Good. Speak to the mariners. Fall to it yarely or we run ourselves aground. Bestir! Bestir!
(Exit [Shipmaster].)
(Enter Mariners.)
BOATSWAIN
Heigh, my hearts! Cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! Yare, yare. Take in the topsail! Tend to the master's whistle. [To the storm] Blow till thou burst thy wind if room enough!
(Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo, and others.)
ALONSO
Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.
BOATSWAIN
I pray now, keep below.
ANTONIO
Where is the master, boatswain?
BOATSWAIN
Do you not hear him? You mar our labor. Keep your cabins! You do assist the storm.
GONZALO
Nay, good, be patient.
BOATSWAIN
When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of King? To cabin! Silence: trouble us not.
GONZALO
Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
BOATSWAIN
None that I more love than myself. You are a counselor — 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 mischance of the hour if it so hap. [To Mariners] Cheerly, good hearts! [To Courtiers] Out of our way, I say!
(Exit [Boatswain].)
GONZALO
I have great comfort from this fellow. Methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his hanging. Make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage. If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.
(Exit [Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo].)
(Enter Boatswain.)
BOATSWAIN
Down with the topmast! Yare: lower, lower. Bring her to try with main-course!
(A cry within. Enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo.)
BOATSWAIN
A plague upon this howling; they are louder than the weather or our office. Yet again? What do you here? Shall we give over and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
SEBASTIAN
A pox on your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog!
BOATSWAIN
Work you, then!
ANTONIO
Hang, cur. Hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
GONZALO
I'll warrant him for drowning, though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an unstanched wench.
BOATSWAIN
Lay her ahold, ahold: set her two courses off to sea again. Lay her off!
(Enter Mariners, wet.)
MARINERS
All lost! To prayers, to prayers! All lost!
BOATSWAIN
What, must our mouths be cold?
GONZALO
The King and prince at prayers. Let's assist them, for our case is as theirs.
SEBASTIAN
I am out of patience.
ANTONIO
We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chopped rascal! [To Boatswain] Would thou mightst lie drowning the washing of ten tides.
GONZALO
He'll be hanged yet,
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Though every drop of water swear against it
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And gape at wid'st to glut him.
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(A confused noise within)
GONZALO
Mercy on us!
MARINERS
We split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children! Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we split!
ANTONIO
Let's all sink wi'th' King.
SEBASTIAN
Let's take leave of him.
(Exit [Antonio and Sebastian].)
GONZALO
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground — long heath, brown furze, anything. The wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death.
(Exit.)
[1.2]
(Enter Prospero and Miranda.)
MIRANDA
If by your art, my dearest father, you have
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Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
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The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch
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But that the sea, mounting to th'welkin's cheek,
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Dashes the fire out. Oh! I have suffered
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With those that I saw suffer. A brave vessel
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(Who had no doubt some noble creature in her)
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Dashed all to pieces. Oh, the cry did knock
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Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perished.
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Had I been any god of power, I would
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Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere
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It should the good ship so have swallowed and
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The fraughting souls within her.
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PROSPERO
Be collected.
No more amazement; tell your piteous heart
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There's no harm done.
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MIRANDA
Oh, woe the day!
PROSPERO
No harm!
I have done nothing but in care of thee —
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Of thee my dear one, thee my daughter — who
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Art ignorant of what thou art, not knowing
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Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
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Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
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And thy no greater father.
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MIRANDA
More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
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PROSPERO
'Tis time
I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand
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And pluck my magic garment from me. So
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Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
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The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touched
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The very virtue of compassion in thee,
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I have, with such provision in mine art,
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So safely ordered that there is no soul
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(No, not so much perdition as an hair!)
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Betide to any creature in the vessel
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Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down,
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For thou must now know farther.
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MIRANDA
You have often
Begun to tell me what I am, but stopped
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And left me to a bootless inquisition,
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Concluding, "Stay — not yet."
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PROSPERO
The hour's now come.
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear:
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Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember
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A time before we came unto this cell?
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I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
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Out three years old.
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MIRANDA
Certainly, sir, I can.
PROSPERO
By what? By any other house or person?
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Of anything the image tell me that
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Hath kept with thy remembrance.
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MIRANDA
'Tis far off —
And rather like a dream than an assurance
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That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
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Four or five women once that tended me?
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PROSPERO
Thou had'st, and more, Miranda. But how is it
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That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
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In the dark backward and abysm of time?
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If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here,
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How thou cam'st here, thou mayst.
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MIRANDA
But that I do not.
PROSPERO
Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since,
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Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
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A prince of power.
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MIRANDA
Sir, are not you my father?
PROSPERO
Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
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She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
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Was Duke of Milan — and his only heir
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And princess no worse issued.
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MIRANDA
Oh, the heavens!
What foul play had we that we came from thence —
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Or blessèd was't we did?
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PROSPERO
Both, both, my girl.
By foul play (as thou say'st) were we heaved thence,
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But blessedly holp hither.
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MIRANDA
Oh, my heart bleeds
To think o'th'teen that I have turned you to,
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Which is from my remembrance. Please you, farther.
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PROSPERO
My brother and thy uncle, called Antonio —
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I pray thee, mark me, that a brother should
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Be so perfidious! — he whom, next thyself,
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Of all the world I loved, and to him put
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The manage of my state as, at that time,
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Through all the seigniories, it was the first,
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And Prospero, the prime duke, being so reputed
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In dignity, and for the liberal arts
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Without a parallel (those being all my study),
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The government I cast upon my brother,
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And to my state grew stranger, being transported
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And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle —
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Dost thou attend me?
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MIRANDA
Sir, most heedfully —
PROSPERO
Being once perfected how to grant suits
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(How to deny them, who t'advance, and who
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To trash for over-topping), new created
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The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed'em,
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Or else new formed them; having both the key
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Of officer and office, set all hearts i'th'state
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To what tune pleased his ear, that now he was
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The ivy which had hid my princely trunk
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And sucked my verdure out on't — thou attend'st not.
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MIRANDA
O good sir, I do.
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PROSPERO
I pray thee, mark me!
I (thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
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To closeness and the bettering of my mind
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With that which, but by being so retired,
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O'er-prized all popular rate) in my false brother
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Awaked an evil nature, and my trust,
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Like a good parent, did beget of him
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A falsehood in its contrary as great
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As my trust was, which had indeed no limit —
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A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
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Not only with what my revenue yielded
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But what my power might else exact like one
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Who, having into truth by telling of it,
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Made such a sinner of his memory
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To credit his own lie, he did believe
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He was indeed the duke out o'th'substitution
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And executing the outward face of royalty
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With all prerogative; hence, his ambition growing —
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Dost thou hear?
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MIRANDA
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
PROSPERO
To have no screen between this part he played
110
And him he played it for — he needs will be
111
Absolute Milan. Me (poor man), my library
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Was dukedom large enough. Of temporal royalties
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He thinks me now incapable. Confederates
114
(So dry he was for sway) wi'th' King of Naples
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To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
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Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
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The dukedom, yet unbowed (alas, poor Milan!),
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To most ignoble stooping.
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MIRANDA
Oh, the heavens!
PROSPERO
Mark his condition and th'event, then tell me
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If this might be a brother.
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MIRANDA
I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
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Good wombs have born bad sons.
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PROSPERO
Now the condition:
This King of Naples, being an enemy
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To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit,
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Which was that he (in lieu o'th'premises
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Of homage and I know not how much tribute)
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Should presently extirpate me and mine
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Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan,
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With all the honors, on my brother — whereon,
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A treacherous army levied, one midnight
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Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
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The gates of Milan, and i'th'dead of darkness
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The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
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Me and thy crying self.
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MIRANDA
Alack, for pity!
I, not remembering how I cried out then,
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Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint
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That wrings mine eyes to't.
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PROSPERO
Hear a little further,
And then I'll bring thee to the present business
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Which now's upon's, without the which this story
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Were most impertinent.
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MIRANDA
Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?
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PROSPERO
Well demanded, wench.
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
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So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
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A mark so bloody on the business, but
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With colors fairer, painted their foul ends.
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In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
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Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepared
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A rotten carcass of a butt: not rigged,
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Nor tackle, sail, nor mast. The very rats
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Instinctively have quit it. There they hoist us
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To cry to th'sea that roared to us, to sigh
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To th'winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
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Did us but loving wrong.
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MIRANDA
Alack, what trouble
Was I then to you?
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PROSPERO
Oh, a cherubin
Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile,
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Infusèd with a fortitude from heaven
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(When I have decked the sea with drops full salt
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Under my burden groaned), which raised in me
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An undergoing stomach to bear up
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Against what should ensue.
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MIRANDA
How came we ashore?
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PROSPERO
By providence divine.
Some food we had and some fresh water that
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A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
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Out of his charity (who being then appointed
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Master of this design) did give us, with
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Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
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Which since have steaded much. So of his gentleness,
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Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me
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From mine own library with volumes that
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I prize above my dukedom.
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MIRANDA
Would I might
But ever see that man.
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PROSPERO
Now I arise.
Sit still and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
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Here in this island we arrived, and here
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Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
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Than other princes can that have more time
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For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
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MIRANDA
Heavens thank you for't! And now I pray you, sir,
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For still 'tis beating in my mind: your reason
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For raising this sea-storm?
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PROSPERO
Know thus far forth:
By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune
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(Now, my dear lady!) hath mine enemies
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Brought to this shore, and by my prescience
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I find my zenith doth depend upon
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A most auspicious star, whose influence
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If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
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Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions.
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Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dullness,
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And give it way. I know thou canst not choose.
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Come away, servant, come, I am ready now.
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Approach, my Ariel, come.
191
(Enter Ariel.)
ARIEL
All hail, great master! Grave sir, hail! I come
192
To answer thy best pleasure, be't to fly,
193
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
194
On the curled clouds. To thy strong bidding, task
195
Ariel and all his quality!
196
PROSPERO
Hast thou, spirit,
Performed to point the tempest that I bade thee?
197
ARIEL
To every article.
198
I boarded the King's ship — now on the beak,
199
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
200
I flamed amazement. Sometime I'ld divide
201
And burn in many places. On the topmast,
202
The yards and bowsprit would I flame distinctly,
203
Then meet and join. Jove's lightning, the precursors
204
O'th'dreadful thunderclaps, more momentary
205
And sight out-running were not. The fire and cracks
206
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
207
Seemed to besiege and made his bold waves tremble —
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Yea, his dread trident shake!
209
PROSPERO
My brave spirit,
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
210
Would not infect his reason?
211
ARIEL
Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad, and played
212
Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
213
Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel;
214
Then all afire with me, the King's son, Ferdinand,
215
With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair!)
216
Was the first man that leapt, cried, "Hell is empty,
217
And all the devils are here!"
218
PROSPERO
Why, that's my spirit!
But was not this nigh shore?
219
ARIEL
Close by, my master.
PROSPERO
But are they, Ariel, safe?
220
ARIEL
Not a hair perished;
On their sustaining garments, not a blemish,
221
But fresher than before. And as thou bad'st me,
222
In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.
223
The King's son have I landed by himself,
224
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
225
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
226
His arms in this sad knot.
227
PROSPERO
Of the King's ship,
The mariners — say how thou hast disposed,
228
And all the rest o'th'fleet.
229
ARIEL
Safely in harbor
Is the King's ship, in the deep nook, where once
230
Thou called me up at midnight to fetch dew
231
From the still-vexed Bermudas, there she's hid.
232
The mariners all under hatches stowed,
233
Who, with a charm joined to their suffered labor,
234
I have left asleep; and for the rest o'th'fleet,
235
Which I dispersed, they all have met again
236
And are upon the Mediterranean float,
237
Bound sadly home for Naples,
238
Supposing that they saw the King's ship wracked
239
And his great person perish.
240
PROSPERO
Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is performed — but there's more work.
241
What is the time o'th'day?
242
ARIEL
Past the mid season.
PROSPERO
At least two glasses — the time 'twixt six and now —
243
Must by us both be spent most preciously.
244
ARIEL
Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
245
Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
246
Which is not yet performed me.
247
PROSPERO
How now? Moody?
What is't thou canst demand?
248
ARIEL
My liberty.
PROSPERO
Before the time be out? No more!
249
ARIEL
I prithee,
Remember I have done thee worthy service,
250
Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served
251
Without or grudge or grumblings. Thou did promise
252
To bate me a full year.
253
PROSPERO
Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
254
ARIEL
No.
PROSPERO
Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze
255
Of the salt deep,
256
To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
257
To do me business in the veins o'th'earth
258
When it is baked with frost.
259
ARIEL
I do not, sir.
PROSPERO
Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
260
The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
261
Was grown into a hoop? Hast thou forgot her?
262
ARIEL
No, sir.
263
PROSPERO
Thou hast. Where was she born? Speak: tell me.
264
ARIEL
Sir, in Algiers.
265
PROSPERO
Oh, was she so? I must
Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
266
Which thou forget'st. This damned witch Sycorax,
267
For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible
268
To enter human hearing, from Algiers
269
Thou know'st was banished. For one thing she did,
270
They would not take her life. Is not this true?
271
ARIEL
Ay, sir.
272
PROSPERO
This blue-eyed hag was hither brought, with child,
273
And here was left by th'sailors. Thou, my slave,
274
As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant;
275
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
276
To act her earthy and abhorred commands,
277
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
278
By help of her more potent ministers
279
And her most unmitigable rage,
280
Into a cloven pine, within which rift
281
Imprisoned, thou didst painfully remain
282
A dozen years, within which space she died
283
And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans
284
As fast as millwheels strike. Then was this island
285
(Save for the son that she did litter here,
286
A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honored with
287
A human shape.
288
ARIEL
Yes — Caliban, her son.
PROSPERO
Dull thing, I say so — he, that Caliban,
289
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
290
What torment I did find thee in: thy groans
291
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts
292
Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment
293
To lay upon the damned, which Sycorax
294
Could not again undo. It was mine art,
295
When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape
296
The pine and let thee out.
297
ARIEL
I thank thee, master.
PROSPERO
If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak
298
And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
299
Thou hast howled away twelve winters.
300
ARIEL
Pardon, master.
I will be correspondent to command
301
And do my spriting gently.
302
PROSPERO
Do so, and after two days
I will discharge thee.
303
ARIEL
That's my noble master!
What shall I do? Say what. What shall I do?
304
PROSPERO
Go make thyself like a nymph o'th'sea.
305
Be subject to no sight but thine and mine, invisible
306
To every eyeball else. Go take this shape
307
And hither come in't. Go hence
308
With diligence.
309
(Exit [Ariel].)
Awake, dear heart, awake, thou hast slept well,
310
Awake.
311
MIRANDA
The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.
312
PROSPERO
Shake it off. Come on,
We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
313
Yields us kind answer.
314
MIRANDA
'Tis a villain, sir, I do not love to look on.
315
PROSPERO
But as 'tis,
316
We cannot miss him; he does make our fire,
317
Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices
318
That profit us. What ho! Slave Caliban!
319
Thou earth, thou, speak!
320
CALIBAN
(within) There's wood enough within.
PROSPERO
Come forth, I say, there's other business for thee.
321
Come, thou tortoise, when!
322
Enter Ariel like a water nymph. Fine apparition, my quaint Ariel:
Hark in thine ear.
323
ARIEL
My Lord, it shall be done.
(Exit [Ariel].)
PROSPERO
Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
324
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
325
(Enter Caliban.)
CALIBAN
As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed
326
With raven's feather from unwholesome fen
327
Drop on you both! A southwest blow on ye
328
And blister you all over.
329
PROSPERO
For this be sure: tonight thou shalt have cramps,
330
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
331
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
332
All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched
333
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
334
Than bees that made them.
335
CALIBAN
I must eat my dinner.
This island's mine by Sycorax, my mother,
336
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st first,
337
Thou strok'st me and made much of me, wouldst give me
338
Water with berries in't, and teach me how
339
To name the bigger light and how the less
340
That burn by day and night. And then I loved thee
341
And showed thee all the qualities o'th'isle:
342
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
343
Cursed be I that did so! All the charms
344
Of Sycorax — toads, beetles, bats light on you!
345
For I am all the subjects that you have,
346
Which first was mine own King; and here you sty me
347
In this hard rock whiles you do keep from me
348
The rest o'th'island.
349
PROSPERO
Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness — I have used thee
350
(Filth as thou art) with human care, and lodged thee
351
In mine own cell till thou didst seek to violate
352
The honor of my child.
353
CALIBAN
Oh ho! Oh ho! Would't had been done!
354
Thou didst prevent me. I had peopled else
355
This isle with Calibans.
356
MIRANDA
Abhorrèd slave,
Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
357
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
358
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
359
One thing or other when thou didst not, savage,
360
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
361
A thing most brutish. I endowed thy purposes
362
With words that made them known, but thy wild race
363
(Though thou didst learn) had that in't which good natures
364
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
365
Deservedly confined into this rock,
366
Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
367
CALIBAN
You taught me language, and my profit on't
368
Is — I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
369
For learning me your language.
370
PROSPERO
Hag-seed, hence!
Fetch us in fuel, and be quick. Thou'rt best
371
To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
372
If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly
373
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
374
Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar
375
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
376
CALIBAN
No, pray thee.
I must obey; his art is of such power
377
It would control my dam's god Setebos
378
And make a vassal of him.
379
PROSPERO
So, slave, hence.
(Exit Caliban.)
(Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel invisible, playing [music] and singing.)
ARIEL
Song. Come unto these yellow sands,
380
And then take hands;
381
Curtsied when you have, and kissed,
382
The wild waves whist;
383
Foot it featly here and there,
384
And, sweet sprites, bear the burden.
385
Hark, hark!
386
Burden, dispersedly[, within]. Bow-wow.
387
The watchdogs bark!
388
[Burden, dispersedly, within.] Bow-wow.
389
Hark, hark! I hear
390
The strain of strutting chanticleer:
391
Cry [within]. Cock-a-diddle-dow!
392
FERDINAND
Where should this music be? I'th'air or th'earth?
393
It sounds no more, and sure it waits upon
394
Some god o'th'island. Sitting on a bank,
395
Weeping again the King my father's wrack,
396
This music crept by me upon the waters,
397
Allaying both their fury and my passion
398
With its sweet air; thence I have followed it
399
(Or it hath drawn me, rather), but 'tis gone.
400
No, it begins again!
401
ARIEL
Song. Full fathom five thy father lies,
402
Of his bones are coral made;
403
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
404
Nothing of him that doth fade
405
But doth suffer a sea-change
406
Into something rich and strange.
407
Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell.
408
(Burden.)
Hark, now I hear them, ding-dong bell!
409
FERDINAND
The ditty does remember my drowned father.
410
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
411
That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.
412
PROSPERO
[To Miranda] The fringèd curtains of thine eye advance,
413
And say what thou seest yond.
414
MIRANDA
What is't, a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about. Believe me, sir,
415
It carries a brave form, but 'tis a spirit.
416
PROSPERO
No, wench, it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses
417
As we have such. This gallant which thou seest
418
Was in the wrack, and but he's something stained
419
With grief (that's beauty's canker), thou mightst call him
420
A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows,
421
And strays about to find'em.
422
MIRANDA
I might call him
A thing divine, for nothing natural
423
I ever saw so noble.
424
PROSPERO
It goes on, I see,
As my soul prompts it.
425
Within two days for this.
426
FERDINAND
Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend. [To Miranda] Vouchsafe my prayer
427
May know if you remain upon this island,
428
And that you will some good instruction give
429
How I may bear me here. My prime request,
430
Which I do last pronounce, is (O you wonder!)
431
If you be maid or no?
432
MIRANDA
No wonder, sir,
But certainly a maid.
433
FERDINAND
My language! Heavens!
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
434
Were I but where 'tis spoken.
435
PROSPERO
How? The best?
What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee?
436
FERDINAND
A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
437
To hear thee speak of Naples; he does hear me,
438
And that he does, I weep. Myself am Naples,
439
Who with mine eyes (never since at ebb) beheld
440
The King my father wracked.
441
MIRANDA
Alack, for mercy!
FERDINAND
Yes, faith, and all his lords, the Duke of Milan
442
And his brave son being twain.
443
PROSPERO
The Duke of Milan
And his more braver daughter could control thee
444
If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight
445
They have changed eyes.
446
I'll set thee free for this. [To Ferdinand] A word good, sir —
447
I fear you have done yourself some wrong. A word.
448
MIRANDA
Why speaks my father so ungently? This
449
Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first
450
That e'er I sighed for; pity move my father
451
To be inclined my way.
452
FERDINAND
Oh, if a virgin
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
453
The Queen of Naples!
454
PROSPERO
Soft, sir, one word more.
They are both in either's powers, but this swift business
455
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
456
Make the prize light.
457
That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp
458
The name thou ow'st not, and hast put thyself
459
Upon this island as a spy to win it
460
From me, the Lord on't.
461
FERDINAND
No, as I am a man.
MIRANDA
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.
462
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
463
Good things will strive to dwell with't.
464
PROSPERO
[To Ferdinand] Follow me.
[To Miranda] Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. [To Ferdinand] Come,
465
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together;
466
Sea water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
467
The fresh-brook mussels, withered roots, and husks
468
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
469
FERDINAND
No.
I will resist such entertainment till
470
Mine enemy has more power.
471
(He draws [a sword], and is charmed from moving.)
MIRANDA
O dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
472
He's gentle and not fearful.
473
PROSPERO
What, I say?
My foot, my tutor? [To Ferdinand] Put thy sword up, traitor,
474
Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike. Thy conscience
475
Is so possessed with guilt. Come from thy ward,
476
For I can here disarm thee with this stick
477
And make thy weapon drop.
478
MIRANDA
Beseech you, father!
PROSPERO
Hence! Hang not on my garments.
479
MIRANDA
Sir, have pity —
I'll be his surety.
480
PROSPERO
Silence! One word more
Shall make me chide thee if not hate thee. What,
481
An advocate for an impostor? Hush.
482
Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
483
Having seen but him and Caliban. Foolish wench,
484
To th'most of men this is a Caliban,
485
And they to him are angels.
486
MIRANDA
My affections
Are then most humble; I have no ambition
487
To see a goodlier man.
488
PROSPERO
[To Ferdinand] Come on, obey!
Thy nerves are in their infancy again
489
And have no vigor in them.
490
FERDINAND
So they are.
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up:
491
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
492
The wrack of all my friends, nor this man's threats
493
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me.
494
Might I, but through my prison, once a day
495
Behold this maid, all corners else o'th'earth
496
Let liberty make use of — space enough
497
Have I in such a prison.
498
PROSPERO
It works!
[To Ariel] Thou hast done well, fine Ariel; follow me:
499
Hark what thou else shalt do me.
500
MIRANDA
[To Ferdinand] Be of comfort —
My father's of a better nature, sir,
501
Than he appears by speech. This is unwonted
502
Which now came from him.
503
PROSPERO
[To Ariel] Thou shalt be as free
As mountain winds, but then exactly do
504
All points of my command.
505
ARIEL
To th'syllable.
PROSPERO
[To Ferdinand] Come, follow. [To Miranda] Speak not for him!
506
(Exeunt.)
Act II
[2.1]
(Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco, and others.)
GONZALO
[To Alonso] Beseech you, sir: be merry. You have cause—
507
So have we all — of joy, for our escape
508
Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe
509
Is common: every day, some sailor's wife,
510
The masters of some merchant, and the merchant
511
Have just our theme of woe — but for the miracle
512
(I mean our preservation), few in millions
513
Can speak like us. Then wisely, good sir, weigh
514
Our sorrow with our comfort.
515
ALONSO
Prithee, peace.
SEBASTIAN
[To Antonio] He receives comfort like cold porridge.
516
ANTONIO
The visitor will not give him o'er so.
517
SEBASTIAN
Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit;
518
By and by it will strike.
519
GONZALO
Sir —
520
SEBASTIAN
One. Tell.
GONZALO
When every grief is entertained
That's offered, comes to th'entertainer —
521
SEBASTIAN
A dollar.
GONZALO
Dolor comes to him indeed — you have spoken truer than you purposed.
SEBASTIAN
You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.
GONZALO
Therefore, my Lord —
ANTONIO
Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue.
ALONSO
[To Gonzalo] I prithee, spare.
GONZALO
Well, I have done. But yet —
SEBASTIAN
He will be talking.
ANTONIO
Which of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow?
SEBASTIAN
The old cock.
ANTONIO
The cockerel.
SEBASTIAN
Done. The wager?
ANTONIO
A laughter.
SEBASTIAN
A match!
ADRIAN
Though this island seem to be desert —
ANTONIO
Ha, ha, ha!
SEBASTIAN
[To Antonio] So, you're paid.
ADRIAN
Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible —
SEBASTIAN
Yet —
ADRIAN
Yet —
ANTONIO
He could not miss it.
ADRIAN
It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance.
ANTONIO
Temperance was a delicate wench.
SEBASTIAN
Ay, and a subtle, as he most learnedly delivered.
ADRIAN
The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
SEBASTIAN
As if it had lungs — and rotten ones.
ANTONIO
Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.
GONZALO
Here is everything advantageous to life.
ANTONIO
True, save means to live.
SEBASTIAN
Of that there's none or little.
GONZALO
How lush and lusty the grass looks. How green!
ANTONIO
The ground indeed is tawny.
SEBASTIAN
With an eye of green in it.
ANTONIO
He misses not much.
SEBASTIAN
No, he doth but mistake the truth totally.
GONZALO
But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost beyond credit.
SEBASTIAN
As many vouched rarities are.
GONZALO
That our garments, being as they were drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water.
ANTONIO
If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say he lies?
SEBASTIAN
Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.
GONZALO
Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Africa at the marriage of the King's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.
SEBASTIAN
'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.
ADRIAN
Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their queen.
GONZALO
Not since widow Dido's time.
ANTONIO
Widow? A pox on that! How came that widow in? Widow Dido!
SEBASTIAN
What if he had said "widower Aeneas", too? Good Lord, how you take it!
ADRIAN
"Widow Dido", said you? You make me study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
GONZALO
This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
ADRIAN
Carthage?
GONZALO
I assure you — Carthage.
ANTONIO
His word is more than the miraculous harp.
SEBASTIAN
He hath raised the wall and houses too.
ANTONIO
What impossible matter will he make easy next?
SEBASTIAN
I think he will carry this island home in his pocket and give it his son for an apple.
ANTONIO
And sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands.
GONZALO
Ay —
ANTONIO
Why, in good time.
GONZALO
[To Alonso] Sir, we were talking that our garments seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen.
ANTONIO
And the rarest that e'er came there.
SEBASTIAN
Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
ANTONIO
Oh, widow Dido? Ay, widow Dido!
GONZALO
[To Alonso] Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it — I mean, in a sort?
ANTONIO
That sort was well fished for.
GONZALO
When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?
ALONSO
You cram these words into mine ears against
522
The stomach of my sense. Would I had never
523
Married my daughter there, for coming thence
524
My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,
525
Who is so far from Italy removed,
526
I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
527
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
528
Hath made his meal on thee?
529
FRANCISCO
Sir, he may live.
I saw him beat the surges under him
530
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
531
Whose enmity he flung aside, and brested
532
The surge most swoll'n that met him. His bold head
533
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oared
534
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke
535
To th'shore that o'er his wave-worn basis bowed
536
As stooping to relieve him — I not doubt
537
He came alive to land.
538
ALONSO
No, no, he's gone!
SEBASTIAN
Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss,
539
That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,
540
But rather loose her to an African,
541
Where she at least is banished from your eye,
542
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
543
ALONSO
Prithee, peace.
SEBASTIAN
You were kneeled to and importuned otherwise
544
By all of us, and the fair soul herself
545
Weighed between loathness and obedience, at
546
Which end o'th'beam should bow. We have lost your son,
547
I fear, forever; Milan and Naples have
548
More widows in them of this business' making
549
Than we bring men to comfort them —
550
The fault's your own.
551
ALONSO
So is the dear'st o'th'loss.
GONZALO
My Lord Sebastian,
552
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness
553
And time to speak it in; you rub the sore
554
When you should bring the plaster.
555
SEBASTIAN
Very well.
ANTONIO
And most chirurgeonly.
556
GONZALO
[To Alonso] It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
557
When you are cloudy.
558
SEBASTIAN
Foul weather?
ANTONIO
Very foul.
GONZALO
Had I plantation of this isle, my Lord —
559
ANTONIO
He'd sow't with nettle-seed.
560
SEBASTIAN
Or docks or mallows.
GONZALO
And were the King on't, what would I do?
561
SEBASTIAN
'Scape being drunk for want of wine.
562
GONZALO
I'th'commonwealth I would by contraries
563
Execute all things, for no kind of traffic
564
Would I admit: no name of magistrate;
565
Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,
566
And use of service, none; contract, succession,
567
Bourne, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;
568
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;
569
No occupation — all men idle all,
570
And women too, but innocent and pure;
571
No sovereignty —
572
SEBASTIAN
Yet he would be King on't!
ANTONIO
The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.
GONZALO
All things in common nature should produce
573
Without sweat or endeavor. Treason, felony,
574
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine
575
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth
576
Of its own kind all foison, all abundance,
577
To feed my innocent people.
578
SEBASTIAN
No marrying 'mong his subjects?
579
ANTONIO
None, man, all idle — whores and knaves.
580
GONZALO
I would, with such perfection, govern, sir,
581
T'excel the Golden Age.
582
SEBASTIAN
'Save his majesty.
ANTONIO
Long live Gonzalo!
583
GONZALO
[To Alonso] And — do you mark me, sir?
ALONSO
Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.
584
GONZALO
I do well believe your highness, and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that they always use to laugh at nothing.
ANTONIO
'Twas you we laughed at.
GONZALO
Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing to you; so you may continue and laugh at nothing still!
ANTONIO
What a blow was there given!
SEBASTIAN
And it had not fallen flat-long.
GONZALO
You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would lift the moon out of her sphere if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.
(Enter Ariel [invisible], playing solemn music.)
SEBASTIAN
We would so, and then go a-bat-fowling.
ANTONIO
Nay, good my lord, be not angry.
GONZALO
No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy?
ANTONIO
Go sleep, and hear us.
([All sleep, except Alonso, Sebastian, and Antonio.])
ALONSO
What, all so soon asleep? I wish mine eyes
585
Would with themselves shut up my thoughts;
586
I find they are inclined to do so.
587
SEBASTIAN
Please you, sir,
588
Do not omit the heavy offer of it.
589
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, it is a comforter.
590
ANTONIO
We two, my Lord, will guard your person
591
While you take your rest, and watch your safety.
592
ALONSO
Thank you — wondrous heavy —
593
([Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel.])
SEBASTIAN
What a strange drowsiness possesses them.
594
ANTONIO
It is the quality o'th'climate.
595
SEBASTIAN
Why
Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find
596
Not myself disposed to sleep.
597
ANTONIO
Nor I. My spirits are nimble.
598
They fell together all, as by consent.
599
They dropped as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
600
Worthy Sebastian? Oh, what might — ? No more —
601
And yet methinks I see it in thy face,
602
What thou shouldst be — th'occasion speaks thee, and
603
My strong imagination sees a crown
604
Dropping upon thy head.
605
SEBASTIAN
What, art thou waking?
ANTONIO
Do you not hear me speak?
606
SEBASTIAN
I do, and surely
It is a sleepy language, and thou speak'st
607
Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say?
608
This is a strange repose, to be asleep
609
With eyes wide open — standing, speaking, moving,
610
And yet so fast asleep.
611
ANTONIO
Noble Sebastian,
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep (die rather); wink'st
612
Whiles thou art waking.
613
SEBASTIAN
Thou dost snore distinctly —
There's meaning in thy snores.
614
ANTONIO
I am more serious than my custom; you
615
Must be so too, if heed me, which to do
616
Trebles thee o'er.
617
SEBASTIAN
Well, I am standing water.
ANTONIO
I'll teach you how to flow.
618
SEBASTIAN
Do so; to ebb
Hereditary sloth instructs me.
619
ANTONIO
Oh,
If you but knew how you the purpose cherish
620
Whiles thus you mock it, how in stripping it
621
You more invest it! Ebbing men indeed
622
Most often do so near the bottom run
623
By their own fear or sloth.
624
SEBASTIAN
Prithee, say on —
The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim
625
A matter from thee and a birth indeed,
626
Which throws thee much to yield.
627
ANTONIO
Thus, Sir,
628
Although this Lord of weak remembrance, this
629
Who shall be of as little memory
630
When he is earthed, hath here almost persuaded
631
(For he's a spirit of persuasion, only
632
Professes to persuade) the King his son's alive,
633
'Tis as impossible that he's undrowned
634
As he that sleeps here, swims.
635
SEBASTIAN
I have no hope
That he's undrowned.
636
ANTONIO
Oh, out of that "no hope"
What great hope have you! No hope that way is,
637
Another way, so high a hope that even
638
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond
639
But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with me
640
That Ferdinand is drowned?
641
SEBASTIAN
He's gone.
642
ANTONIO
Then tell me, who's the next heir of Naples?
643
SEBASTIAN
Claribel.
644
ANTONIO
She that is Queen of Tunis, she that dwells
645
Ten leagues beyond man's life, she that from Naples
646
Can have no note unless the sun were post
647
(The man i'th'moon's too slow) till newborn chins
648
Be rough and razorable; she that from whom
649
We all were sea-swallowed, though some cast again,
650
And by that destiny to perform an act
651
Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come
652
In yours and my discharge.
653
SEBASTIAN
What stuff is this? How say you?
654
'Tis true my brother's daughter's Queen of Tunis;
655
So is she heir of Naples, 'twixt which regions
656
There is some space.
657
ANTONIO
A space whose every cubit
Seems to cry out, "how shall that Claribel
658
Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,
659
And let Sebastian wake." Say this were death
660
That now hath seized them — why, they were no worse
661
Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples
662
As well as he that sleeps, lords that can prate
663
As amply and unnecessarily
664
As this Gonzalo. I myself could make
665
A chough of as deep chat. Oh, that you bore
666
The mind that I do — what a sleep were this
667
For your advancement. Do you understand me?
668
SEBASTIAN
Methinks I do.
669
ANTONIO
And how does your content
Tender your own good fortune?
670
SEBASTIAN
I remember
You did supplant your brother Prospero.
671
ANTONIO
True,
And look how well my garments sit upon me
672
Much feater than before. My brother's servants
673
Were then my fellows, now they are my men.
674
SEBASTIAN
But for your conscience?
675
ANTONIO
Ay, sir, where lies that? If 'twere a kibe,
676
'Twould put me to my slipper. But I feel not
677
This deity in my bosom. Twenty consciences
678
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they
679
And melt ere they molest. Here lies your brother,
680
No better than the earth he lies upon.
681
If he were that which now he's like, that's dead
682
(Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it,
683
Can lay to bed forever), whiles you, doing thus,
684
To the perpetual wink for aye, might put
685
This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
686
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
687
They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;
688
They'll tell the clock to any business that
689
We say befits the hour.
690
SEBASTIAN
Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent. As thou got'st Milan,
691
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
692
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou payest,
693
And I, the King, shall love thee.
694
ANTONIO
Draw together,
And when I rear my hand, do you the like
695
To fall it on Gonzalo.
696
SEBASTIAN
Oh, but one word —
([They talk apart.] Enter Ariel, invisible, with music and song.)
ARIEL
My master, through his art, foresees the danger
697
That you, his friend, are in, and sends me forth
698
(For else his project dies) to keep them living.
699
(Sings in Gonzalo's ear)
While you here do snoring lie,
700
Open-eyed conspiracy
701
His time doth take.
702
If of life you keep a care,
703
Shake off slumber, and beware:
704
Awake, awake!
705
ANTONIO
Then let us both be sudden.
706
GONZALO
Now, good angels, preserve the King!
707
ALONSO
Why, how now, ho! Awake! Why are you drawn?
708
Wherefore this ghastly looking?
709
GONZALO
What's the matter?
SEBASTIAN
Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
710
Even now we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
711
Like bulls, or rather lions — did't not wake you?
712
It struck mine ear most terribly.
713
ALONSO
I heard nothing.
ANTONIO
Oh, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear,
714
To make an earthquake! Sure it was the roar
715
Of a whole herd of lions.
716
ALONSO
Heard you this, Gonzalo?
GONZALO
Upon mine honor, sir, I heard a humming,
717
And that a strange one too, which did awake me.
718
I shook you, sir, and cried. As mine eyes opened,
719
I saw their weapons drawn. There was a noise,
720
That's verily. 'Tis best we stand upon our guard
721
Or that we quit this place. Let's draw our weapons.
722
ALONSO
Lead off this ground, and let's make further search
723
For my poor son.
724
GONZALO
Heavens keep him from these beasts,
For he is sure i'th'island.
725
ALONSO
Lead away.
ARIEL
Prospero my Lord shall know what I have done:
726
So, King, go safely on to seek thy son.
727
(Exeunt.)
[2.2]
(Enter Caliban with a burden of wood; a noise of thunder heard.)
CALIBAN
All the infections that the sun sucks up
728
From bogs, fens, flats on Prosper fall and make him
729
By inchmeal a disease! His spirits hear me,
730
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
731
Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i'th'mire,
732
Nor lead me like a firebrand in the dark
733
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
734
For every trifle are they set upon me —
735
Sometimes like apes that mow and chatter at me
736
And after bite me; then like hedgehogs, which
737
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount
738
Their pricks at my foot-fall. Sometime am I
739
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
740
Do hiss me into madness. Lo, now lo —
741
(Enter Trinculo.)
Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
742
For bringing wood in slowly. I'll fall flat;
743
Perchance he will not mind me.
744
TRINCULO
Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all — and another storm brewing! I hear it sing in the wind. Yon same black cloud, yon huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head; yon same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here — a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish. He smells like a fish — a very ancient and fish-like smell, a kind of not-of-the-newest poor-John. A strange fish. Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man, and his fins like arms. Warm o'my troth — I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer: this is no fish but an islander that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. Alas, the storm is come again — my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout. Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.
([TRICULO crawls under Caliban's cloak.] Enter Stephano, singing [and drinking].)
STEPHANO
I shall no more to sea, to sea; here shall I die ashore. This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral. Well, here's my comfort. Drinks Sings The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,
The gunner, and his mate,
745
Loved Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
746
But none of us cared for Kate;
747
For she had a tongue with a tang,
748
Would cry to a sailor, "go hang!"
749
She loved not the savor of tar nor of pitch,
750
Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch:
751
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!
752
This is a scurvy tune too, but here's my comfort.
(Drinks)
CALIBAN
[To Stephano] Do not torment me, oh!
STEPHANO
What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages and men of Ind? Ha! I have not escaped drowning to be afeard now of your four legs, for it hath been said, "As proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground", and it shall be said so again while Stephano breathes at' nostrils.
CALIBAN
The spirit torments me, oh!
STEPHANO
This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief if it be but for that. If I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's-leather.
CALIBAN
Do not torment me, prithee. I'll bring my wood home faster!
STEPHANO
He's in his fit now and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle; if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit. If I can recover him and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him — he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.
CALIBAN
Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon — I know it by thy trembling. Now Prosper works upon thee.
STEPHANO
Come on your ways. Open your mouth — here is that which will give language to you, cat. Open your mouth — this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly. You cannot tell who's your friend. Open your chops again.
([Caliban drinks.])
TRINCULO
I should know that voice. It should be — but he is drowned, and these are devils. O defend me!
STEPHANO
Four legs and two voices? — a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague. Come: amen, I will pour some in thy other mouth.
TRINCULO
Stephano?
STEPHANO
Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is a devil and no monster! I will leave him — I have no long spoon.
TRINCULO
Stephano, if thou be'st Stephano, touch me and speak to me, for I am Trinculo. Be not afeard, thy good friend Trinculo.
STEPHANO
If thou be'st Trinculo, come forth. I'll pull thee by the lesser legs. If any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How cam'st thou to be the siege of this mooncalf? Can he vent Trinculos?
TRINCULO
I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke — but art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead mooncalf's gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped!
STEPHANO
Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.
CALIBAN
These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor. I will kneel to him.
STEPHANO
How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? Swear by this bottle how thou cam'st hither — I escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors heaved o'erboard — by this bottle, which I made of the bark of a tree with mine own hands since I was cast ashore.
CALIBAN
I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject, for the liquor is not earthly.
STEPHANO
Here: swear then how thou escaped.
TRINCULO
Swam ashore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.
STEPHANO
Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.
TRINCULO
O Stephano, hast any more of this?
STEPHANO
The whole butt, man! My cellar is in a rock by the seaside, where my wine is hid. [To Caliban] How now mooncalf? How does thine ague?
CALIBAN
Hast thou not dropped from heaven?
STEPHANO
Out of the moon, I do assure thee. I was the man in the moon when time was.
CALIBAN
I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee! My mistress showed me thee, and thy dog and thy bush.
STEPHANO
Come, swear to that: kiss the book. I will furnish it anon with new contents. Swear!
TRINCULO
[To Stephano] By this good light, this is a very shallow monster. I afeared of him? A very weak monster. The man in the moon? A most poor, credulous monster. [To Caliban, who is drinking] Well drawn, monster, in good sooth.
CALIBAN
[To Stephano] I'll show thee every fertile inch of the island, and I will kiss thy foot. I prithee be my god.
TRINCULO
By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster — when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.
CALIBAN
I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject.
STEPHANO
Come on then: down and swear.
TRINCULO
I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster, a most scurvy monster. I could find in my heart to beat him.
STEPHANO
Come, kiss.
TRINCULO
But that the poor monster's in drink. An abominable monster.
CALIBAN
I'll show thee the best springs, I'll pluck thee berries, I'll fish for thee and get thee wood enough! A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, thou wondrous man.
TRINCULO
A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.
CALIBAN
I prithee let me bring thee where crabs grow, and I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts, show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how to snare the nimble marmoset. I'll bring thee to clustering filberts, and sometimes I'll get thee young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
STEPHANO
Ay prithee now lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the King and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here. Here, bear my bottle, fellow Trinculo; we'll fill him by and by again.
(Caliban sings drunkenly.)
CALIBAN
Farewell, master, farewell, farewell!
TRINCULO
A howling monster, a drunken monster!
CALIBAN
No more dams I'll make for fish,
Nor fetch in firing at requiring,
753
Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish:
754
'Ban 'Ban Ca-Caliban
755
Has a new master. Get a new man!
756
Freedom, high-day, high-day, freedom, freedom, high-day, freedom!
STEPHANO
O brave monster, lead the way!
(Exeunt.)
Act III
[3.1]
(Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.)
FERDINAND
There be some sports are painful, and their labor
757
Delight in them set off. Some kinds of baseness
758
Are nobly undergone, and most poor matters
759
Point to rich ends; this, my mean task,
760
Would be as heavy to me, as odious, but
761
The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead
762
And makes my labors pleasures. Oh, she is
763
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed,
764
And he's composed of harshness. I must remove
765
Some thousands of these logs and pile them up
766
Upon a sore injunction. My sweet mistress
767
Weeps when she sees me work, and says such baseness
768
Had never like executor. I forget —
769
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labors
770
Enter Miranda and Prospero [he, at a distance, unseen]. Most busiliest when I do it.
771
MIRANDA
Alas, now pray you,
Work not so hard. I would the lightning had
772
Burnt up those logs that you are enjoined to pile.
773
Pray, set it down and rest you — when this burns,
774
'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
775
Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself.
776
He's safe for these three hours.
777
FERDINAND
O most dear mistress,
The sun will set before I shall discharge
778
What I must strive to do.
779
MIRANDA
If you'll sit down,
I'll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that;
780
I'll carry it to the pile.
781
FERDINAND
No, precious creature;
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back
782
Than you should such dishonor undergo
783
While I sit lazy by.
784
MIRANDA
It would become me
As well as it does you, and I should do it
785
With much more ease, for my good will is to it,
786
And yours it is against.
787
PROSPERO
Poor worm, thou art infected;
This visitation shows it.
788
MIRANDA
You look wearily.
FERDINAND
No, noble mistress, 'tis fresh morning with me
789
When you are by at night. I do beseech you
790
(Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers),
791
What is your name?
792
MIRANDA
O my father,
I have broke your hest to say so!
793
FERDINAND
Admired Miranda,
Indeed the top of admiration, worth
794
What's dearest to the world: full many a lady
795
I have eyed with best regard, and many a time
796
Th'harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
797
Brought my too diligent ear. For several virtues
798
Have I liked several women — never any
799
With so full soul, but some defect in her
800
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed
801
And put it to the foil. But you, O you
802
So perfect and so peerless, are created
803
Of every creature's best.
804
MIRANDA
I do not know
One of my sex, no woman's face remember —
805
Save, from my glass, mine own. Nor have I seen
806
More that I may call men than you, good friend,
807
And my dear father. How features are abroad
808
I am skilless of, but by my modesty
809
(The jewel in my dower), I would not wish
810
Any companion in the world but you,
811
Nor can imagination form a shape,
812
Besides yourself, to like of — but I prattle
813
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
814
I therein do forget.
815
FERDINAND
I am, in my condition,
A prince, Miranda, I do think a King
816
(I would not so), and would no more endure
817
This wooden slavery than to suffer
818
The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak:
819
The very instant that I saw you did
820
My heart fly to your service, there resides
821
To make me slave to it, and for your sake
822
Am I this patient log man.
823
MIRANDA
Do you love me?
FERDINAND
O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound,
824
And crown what I profess with kind event
825
If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
826
What best is boaded me to mischief. I,
827
Beyond all limit of what else i'th'world,
828
Do love, prize, honor you.
829
MIRANDA
I am a fool
To weep at what I am glad of.
830
PROSPERO
Fair encounter
Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
831
On that which breeds between 'em.
832
FERDINAND
Wherefore weep you?
MIRANDA
At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
833
What I desire to give, and much less take
834
What I shall die to want. But this is trifling,
835
And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
836
The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning,
837
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence:
838
I am your wife if you will marry me —
839
If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow
840
You may deny me, but I'll be your servant
841
Whether you will or no.
842
FERDINAND
My mistress dearest,
And I thus humble ever.
843
MIRANDA
My husband then?
FERDINAND
Ay, with a heart as willing
844
As bondage ere of freedom: here's my hand.
845
MIRANDA
And mine, with my heart in't; and now, farewell
846
Till half an hour hence.
847
FERDINAND
A thousand, thousand.
(Exit [Miranda and Ferdinand].)
PROSPERO
So glad of this as they I cannot be,
848
Who are surprised with all, but my rejoicing
849
At nothing can be more. I'll to my book,
850
For yet ere suppertime must I perform
851
Much business appertaining.
852
(Exit.)
[3.2]
(Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo.)
STEPHANO
[To Trinculo] Tell not me! When the butt is out, we will drink water, not a drop before: therefore bear up and board 'em. [To Caliban] Servant monster, drink to me!
TRINCULO
Servant monster? The folly of this island! They say there's but five upon this isle; we are three of them. If the other two be brained like us, the state totters.
STEPHANO
Drink, servant monster, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost set in thy head.
TRINCULO
Where should they be set else? He were a brave monster indeed if they were set in his tail.
STEPHANO
My man-monster hath drowned his tongue in sack. For my part, the sea cannot drown me. I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five and thirty leagues off and on. By this light, thou shalt be my lieutenant monster — or my standard.
TRINCULO
Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.
STEPHANO
We'll not run, Monsieur Monster.
TRINCULO
Nor go, neither — but you'll lie like dogs and yet say nothing, neither.
STEPHANO
Mooncalf: speak once in thy life, if thou be'st a good mooncalf.
CALIBAN
How does thy honor? Let me lick thy shoe. I'll not serve him; he is not valiant.
TRINCULO
Thou liest, most ignorant monster. I am in case to jostle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish thou, was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I today? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?
CALIBAN
Lo, how he mocks me! Wilt thou let him, my Lord?
TRINCULO
"Lord," quoth he! — that a monster should be such a natural.
CALIBAN
Lo, lo, again! Bite him to death, I prithee.
STEPHANO
Trinculo: keep a good tongue in your head. If you prove a mutineer, the next tree! The poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.
CALIBAN
I thank my noble Lord. Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?
STEPHANO
Marry will I: kneel and repeat it. I will stand and so shall Trinculo.
(Enter Ariel, invisible.)
CALIBAN
As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant —a sorcerer — that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.
ARIEL
Thou liest.
CALIBAN
[To Trinculo] Thou liest, thou jesting monkey thou! I would my valiant master would destroy thee. I do not lie.
STEPHANO
Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, by this hand I will supplant some of your teeth.
TRINCULO
Why, I said nothing.
STEPHANO
Mum, then, and no more. Proceed.
CALIBAN
I say by sorcery he got this isle.
853
From me he got it! If thy greatness will
854
Revenge it on him — for I know thou dar'st,
855
But this thing dare not.
856
STEPHANO
That's most certain.
CALIBAN
Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee.
857
STEPHANO
How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party?
CALIBAN
Yea, yea, my Lord; I'll yield him thee asleep, where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.
ARIEL
Thou liest: thou canst not.
CALIBAN
What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy patch!
858
I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows
859
And take his bottle from him. When that's gone,
860
He shall drink nought but brine, for I'll not show him
861
Where the quick freshes are.
862
STEPHANO
Trinculo, run into no further danger. Interrupt the monster one word further, and by this hand I'll turn my mercy out of doors and make a stockfish of thee.
TRINCULO
Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll go farther off.
STEPHANO
Didst thou not say he lied?
ARIEL
Thou liest.
STEPHANO
Do I so? Take thou that! As you like this, give me the lie another time!
TRINCULO
I did not give the lie! Out of your wits and hearing too? A pox on your bottle — this can sack and drinking do. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers!
CALIBAN
Ha ha ha!
STEPHANO
Now, forward with your tale. [To Trinculo] Prithee, stand further off!
CALIBAN
Beat him enough! After a little time, I'll beat him too.
STEPHANO
Stand farther. Come, proceed.
CALIBAN
Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him
863
I'th'afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him,
864
Having first seized his books, or with a log
865
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
866
Or cut his weasand with thy knife. Remember
867
First to possess his books, for without them
868
He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not
869
One spirit to command; they all do hate him
870
As rootedly as I. Burn but his books;
871
He has brave utensils, for so he calls them,
872
Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal.
873
And that most deeply to consider is
874
The beauty of his daughter — he himself
875
Calls her a nonpareil. I never saw a woman
876
But only Sycorax, my dam, and she,
877
But she as far surpasseth Sycorax
878
As great'st does least.
879
STEPHANO
Is it so brave a lass?
CALIBAN
Ay, Lord, she will become thy bed, I warrant,
880
And bring thee forth brave brood.
881
STEPHANO
Monster, I will kill this man. His daughter and I will be King and Queen, save our graces, and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys. Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo?
TRINCULO
Excellent.
STEPHANO
Give me thy hand. I am sorry I beat thee; but while thou liv'st, keep a good tongue in thy head.
CALIBAN
Within this half hour will he be asleep.
882
Wilt thou destroy him then?
883
STEPHANO
Ay, on mine honor.
ARIEL
This will I tell my master.
CALIBAN
Thou mak'st me merry; I am full of pleasure.
884
Let us be jocund! Will you troll the catch
885
You taught me but whilere?
886
STEPHANO
At thy request, monster, I will do reason,
887
Any reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.
888
(Sings)
Flout'em and cout'em; and skout'em and flout'em:
889
Thought is free.
890
CALIBAN
That's not the tune!
(Ariel plays the tune on a tabor and pipe.)
STEPHANO
What is this same?
TRINCULO
This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of Nobody.
STEPHANO
If thou be'st a man, show thyself in thy likeness;
891
If thou be'st a devil, take't as thou list.
892
TRINCULO
O forgive me my sins!
STEPHANO
He that dies pays all debts. I defy thee! Mercy upon us!
CALIBAN
Art thou afeard?
STEPHANO
No, monster, not I.
CALIBAN
Be not afeard, the isle is full of noises,
893
Sounds, and sweet ayres that give delight and hurt not.
894
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
895
Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices —
896
That if I then had waked after long sleep,
897
Will make me sleep again — and then, in dreaming,
898
The clouds methought would open and show riches
899
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
900
I cried to dream again.
901
STEPHANO
This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing!
CALIBAN
When Prospero is destroyed.
STEPHANO
That shall be by and by; I remember the story.
TRINCULO
The sound is going away. Let's follow it, and after do our work.
STEPHANO
Lead, monster: we'll follow. I would I could see this taborer; he lays it on.
TRINCULO
[To Caliban] Wilt come? [To Stephano] I'll follow, Stephano.
(Exeunt.)
[3.3]
(Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco, and others.)
GONZALO
By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir;
902
My old bones aches. Here's a maze trod indeed
903
Through fourth-rights and meanders. By your patience,
904
I needs must rest me.
905
ALONSO
Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who am myself attached with weariness
906
To th'dulling of my spirits. Sit down and rest.
907
Even here I will put off my hope and keep it
908
No longer for my flatterer. He is drowned
909
Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks
910
Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go.
911
ANTONIO
I am right glad that he's so out of hope.
912
Do not for one repulse forgo the purpose
913
That you resolved t'effect.
914
SEBASTIAN
The next advantage
Will we take throughly.
915
ANTONIO
Let it be tonight,
For now they are oppressed with travail; they
916
Will not nor cannot use such vigilance
917
As when they are fresh.
918
SEBASTIAN
I say tonight. No more.
(Solemn and strange music, and Prospero on the top [i.e., on the upper stage], invisible. Enter several strange shapes bringing in a banquet, and dance about it with gentle actions of salutations, and, inviting the King [and others] to eat, they depart.)
ALONSO
What harmony is this, my good friends? Hark!
919
GONZALO
Marvelous sweet music!
920
ALONSO
Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these?
921
SEBASTIAN
A living drollery! Now I will believe
922
That there are unicorns, that in Arabia
923
There is one tree, the phoenix' throne — one phoenix
924
At this hour reigning there.
925
ANTONIO
I'll believe both —
And what does else want credit, come to me,
926
And I'll be sworn 'tis true. Travelers ne'er did lie,
927
Though fools at home condemn 'em.
928
GONZALO
If in Naples
I should report this now, would they believe me?
929
If I should say I saw such islanders
930
(For certes, these are people of the island),
931
Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet note
932
Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of
933
Our human generation you shall find
934
Many — nay, almost any.
935
PROSPERO
Honest Lord,
Thou hast said well, for some of you there present
936
Are worse than devils.
937
ALONSO
I cannot too much muse
Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound expressing
938
(Although they want the use of tongue) a kind
939
Of excellent dumb discourse.
940
PROSPERO
Praise in departing.
FRANCISCO
They vanished strangely.
941
SEBASTIAN
No matter, since
They have left their viands behind, for we have stomachs.
942
Will't please you taste of what is here?
943
ALONSO
Not I.
GONZALO
Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys,
944
Who would believe that there were mountaineers
945
Dewlapped like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em
946
Wallets of flesh? Or that there were such men
947
Whose heads stood in their breasts, which now we find
948
Each putter-out of five for one will bring us
949
Good warrant of?
950
ALONSO
I will stand to and feed,
Although my last. No matter, since I feel
951
The best is past. Brother, my Lord the Duke:
952
Stand to and do as we.
953
(Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel like a harpy, claps his wings upon the table, and with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes.)
ARIEL
You are three men of sin, whom Destiny
954
(That hath to instrument this lower world,
955
And what is in't) the never surfeited sea
956
Hath caused to belch up you; and on this island,
957
Where man doth not inhabit, you 'mongst men,
958
Being most unfit to live, I have made you mad.
959
And even with such-like valor, men hang and drown
960
Their proper selves.
961
([Alonso, Sebastian, and others draw their swords.])
You fools! I and my fellows
Are ministers of Fate. The elements
962
Of whom your swords are tempered may as well
963
Wound the loud winds, or with bemocked-at stabs
964
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
965
One dowl that's in my plume. My fellow ministers
966
Are like invulnerable; if you could hurt,
967
Your swords are now too massy for your strengths
968
And will not be uplifted. But remember,
969
For that's my business to you, that you three
970
From Milan did supplant good Prospero,
971
Exposed unto the sea (which hath requite it)
972
Him and his innocent child, for which foul deed
973
The powers (delaying, not forgetting) have
974
Incensed the seas and shores (yea, all the creatures!)
975
Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,
976
They have bereft, and do pronounce by me:
977
Ling'ring perdition, worse than any death
978
Can be at once, shall step by step attend
979
You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from
980
(Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
981
Upon your heads) is nothing but heart's sorrow
982
And a clear life ensuing.
983
(He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft music, enter the shapes again and dance with mocks and mows and carrying out the table.)
PROSPERO
Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
984
Performed, my Ariel. A grace it had, devouring!
985
Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated
986
In what thou hadst to say; so with good life
987
And observation strange, my meaner ministers
988
Their several kinds have done. My high charms' work,
989
And these, mine enemies, are all knit up
990
In their distractions. They now are in my power,
991
And in these fits I leave them while I visit
992
Young Ferdinand (whom they suppose is drowned)
993
And his and mine loved darling.
994
GONZALO
I'th'name of something holy, sir, why stand you
995
In this strange stare?
996
ALONSO
Oh, it is monstrous, monstrous!
Methought the billows spoke and told me of it;
997
The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder,
998
That deep and dreadful organ pipe, pronounced
999
The name of Prosper — it did bass my trespass.
1000
Therefore, my son i'th'ooze is bedded; and
1001
I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded,
1002
And with him there lie mudded.
1003
(Exit [Alonso].)
SEBASTIAN
But one fiend at a time,
1004
I'll fight their legions o'er.
1005
ANTONIO
I'll be thy second.
(Exit [Sebastian, Antonio, and Francisco].)
GONZALO
All three of them are desperate. Their great guilt
1006
(Like poison given to work a great time after)
1007
Now 'gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech you,
1008
That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly,
1009
And hinder them from what this ecstasy
1010
May now provoke them to.
1011
ADRIAN
[To remaining others] Follow, I pray you.
(Exeunt omnes.)
Act IV
[4.1]
(Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.)
PROSPERO
If I have too austerely punished you,
1012
Your compensation makes amends, for I
1013
Have given you here a third of mine own life,
1014
Or that for which I live, who once again
1015
I tender to thy hand. All thy vexations
1016
Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
1017
Hast strangely stood the test. Here, afore heaven,
1018
I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,
1019
Do not smile at me that I boast of her,
1020
For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise
1021
And make it halt behind her.
1022
FERDINAND
I do believe it
Against an oracle.
1023
PROSPERO
Then as my gift, and thine own acquisition
1024
Worthily purchased, take my daughter. But
1025
If thou dost break her virgin knot before
1026
All sanctimonious ceremonies may
1027
With full and holy rite be ministered,
1028
No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
1029
To make this contract grow; but barren hate,
1030
Sour-eyed disdain, and discord shall bestrew
1031
The union of your bed with weeds so loathly
1032
That you shall hate it both. Therefore take heed
1033
As Hymen's lamp shall light you.
1034
FERDINAND
As I hope
For quiet days, fair issue, and long life
1035
With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den,
1036
The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion
1037
Our worser genius can, shall never melt
1038
Mine honor into lust to take away
1039
The edge of that day's celebration
1040
When I shall think or Phoebus' steeds are foundered,
1041
Or night kept chained below.
1042
PROSPERO
Fairly spoke.
Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own.
1043
What, Ariel! My industrious servant Ariel!
1044
(Enter Ariel.)
ARIEL
What would my potent master? Here I am.
1045
PROSPERO
Thou and thy meaner fellows, your last service
1046
Did worthily perform, and I must use you
1047
In such another trick: go bring the rabble
1048
(O'er whom I give thee power) here to this place.
1049
Incite them to quick motion, for I must
1050
Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
1051
Some vanity of mine art; it is my promise,
1052
And they expect it from me.
1053
ARIEL
Presently?
PROSPERO
Ay, with a twink.
1054
ARIEL
Before you can say "come" and "go",
1055
And breathe twice and cry "so, so",
1056
Each one, tripping on his toe,
1057
Will be here with mop and mow.
1058
Do you love me, master, no?
1059
PROSPERO
Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approach
1060
Till thou dost hear me call.
1061
ARIEL
Well I conceive.
(Exit [Ariel].)
PROSPERO
[To Ferdinand] Look thou be true: do not give dalliance
1062
Too much the rein. The strongest oaths are straw
1063
To th'fire i'th'blood. Be more abstemious,
1064
Or else good night your vow.
1065
FERDINAND
I warrant you, sir,
The white-cold virgin snow upon my heart
1066
Abates the ardor of my liver.
1067
PROSPERO
Well.
Now come, my Ariel. Bring a corollary
1068
Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly!
1069
(Soft music)
No tongue — all eyes — be silent!
1070
(Enter Iris.)
IRIS
Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
1071
Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and peas;
1072
Thy turfy mountains where live nibbling sheep,
1073
And flat meads thatched with stover, them to keep;
1074
Thy banks with pionèd and twillèd brims,
1075
Which spongy April at thy hest betrims
1076
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broomgroves,
1077
Whose shadow the dismissèd bachelor loves,
1078
Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipped vineyard
1079
And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,
1080
Where thou thyself dost air: the Queen o'th'sky,
1081
Whose watry arch and messenger am I,
1082
Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace
1083
(Juno descends [slowly in her chariot].)
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
1084
To come and sport. Here peacocks fly amain.
1085
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
1086
(Enter [Ariel as] Ceres.)
CERES
Hail, many-colored messenger, that ne'er
1087
Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;
1088
Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers
1089
Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers,
1090
And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
1091
My bosky acres and my unshrubbed down,
1092
Rich scarf to my proud earth: why hath thy queen
1093
Summoned me hither to this short-grassed green?
1094
IRIS
A contract of true love to celebrate,
1095
And some donation freely to estate
1096
On the blessed lovers.
1097
CERES
Tell me, heavenly bow,
If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,
1098
Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot
1099
The means that dusky Dis my daughter got,
1100
Her and her blind boy's scandaled company
1101
I have forsworn.
1102
IRIS
Of her society
Be not afraid — I met her deity
1103
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her son
1104
Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done
1105
Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
1106
Whose vows are that no bed-right shall be paid
1107
Till Hymen's torch be lighted; but in vain,
1108
Mars's hot minion is returned again;
1109
Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
1110
Swears he will shoot no more but play with sparrows
1111
[Juno alights.] And be a boy right out.
1112
CERES
Highest Queen of state,
Great Juno comes; I know her by her gait.
1113
JUNO
How does my bounteous sister? Go with me
1114
To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be
1115
And honored in their issue.
1116
(They sing.)
JUNO AND CERES
Honor, riches, marriage-blessing,
1117
Long continuance and increasing,
1118
Hourly joys be still upon you!
1119
Juno sings her blessings on you.
1120
Earth's increase, foison plenty,
1121
Barns and garners never empty,
1122
Vines with clustering bunches growing,
1123
Plants with goodly burthen bowing;
1124
Spring come to you at the farthest
1125
In the very end of harvest!
1126
Scarcity and want shall shun you;
1127
Ceres' blessing so is on you.
1128
FERDINAND
This is a most majestic vision, and
1129
Harmonious charmingly — may I be bold
1130
To think these spirits?
1131
PROSPERO
Spirits, which by mine art
I have from their confines called to enact
1132
My present fancies.
1133
FERDINAND
Let me live here ever —
So rare a wondered father and a wise
1134
Makes this place paradise.
1135
PROSPERO
Sweet, now silence;
Juno and Ceres whisper seriously.
1136
There's something else to do: hush and be mute
1137
Or else our spell is marred.
1138
(Juno and Ceres whisper and send Iris on employment.)
IRIS
You nymphs called naiads of the windering brooks,
1139
With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks:
1140
Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land
1141
Answer your summons, Juno does command.
1142
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
1143
A contract of true love — be not too late.
1144
(Enter certain nymphs.)
You sunburned sicklemen, of August weary:
1145
Come hither from the furrow and be merry —
1146
Make holiday! Your rye-straw hats put on,
1147
And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
1148
In country footing.
1149
(Enter certain reapers, properly habited; they join with the nymphs in a graceful dance, towards the end whereof Prospero starts suddenly and speaks, after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish.)
PROSPERO
I had forgot that foul conspiracy
1150
Of the beast Caliban and his confederates
1151
Against my life; the minute of their plot
1152
Is almost come.
1153
FERDINAND
This is strange — your father's in some passion
1154
That works him strongly.
1155
MIRANDA
Never till this day
Saw I him touched with anger so distempered.
1156
PROSPERO
You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
1157
As if you were dismayed. Be cheerful, sir.
1158
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
1159
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
1160
Are melted into air — into thin air —
1161
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
1162
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
1163
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
1164
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
1165
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded
1166
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
1167
As dreams are made on, and our little life
1168
Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vexed,
1169
Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled.
1170
Be not disturbed with my infirmity.
1171
If you be pleased, retire into my cell
1172
And there repose. A turn or two I'll walk
1173
To still my beating mind.
1174
FERDINAND AND MIRANDA
We wish your peace.
PROSPERO
[To Ariel] Come with a thought. [To Ferdinand and Miranda] I thank thee.
1175
Exit [Ferdinand and Miranda]. Ariel: come.
(Enter Ariel.)
ARIEL
Thy thoughts I cleave to; what's thy pleasure?
1176
PROSPERO
Spirit, we must prepare to meet with Caliban.
1177
ARIEL
Ay, my commander. When I presented Ceres
1178
I thought to have told thee of it, but I feared
1179
Lest I might anger thee.
1180
PROSPERO
Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?
1181
ARIEL
I told you, sir; they were red-hot with drinking,
1182
So full of valor that they smote the air
1183
For breathing in their faces, beat the ground
1184
For kissing of their feet, yet always bending
1185
Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor,
1186
At which like unbacked colts they pricked their ears,
1187
Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses
1188
As they smelt music — so I charmed their ears
1189
That calf-like they my lowing followed through
1190
Toothèd briars, sharp furze, pricking gorse and thorns,
1191
Which entered their frail shins. At last I left them
1192
I'th'filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell,
1193
There dancing up to th'chins that the foul lake
1194
O'erstunk their feet.
1195
PROSPERO
This was well done, my bird.
Thy shape invisible retain thou still.
1196
The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither
1197
For stale to catch these thieves.
1198
ARIEL
I go, I go.
(Exit.)
PROSPERO
A devil — a born devil, on whose nature
1199
Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains
1200
Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost!
1201
And as with age his body uglier grows,
1202
So his mind cankers. I will plague them all
1203
Even to roaring. Come: hang them on this line.
1204
(Enter Ariel, loaden with glistering apparel, etc. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.)
CALIBAN
Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not hear a footfall; we now are near his cell.
STEPHANO
Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the jack with us.
TRINCULO
Monster, I do smell all horse-piss, at which my nose is in great indignation.
STEPHANO
So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you, look you —
TRINCULO
Thou wert but a lost monster.
CALIBAN
Good my Lord, give me thy favor still.
1205
Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to
1206
Shall hoodwink this mischance; therefore speak softly —
1207
All's hushed as midnight yet.
1208
TRINCULO
Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool!
STEPHANO
There is not only disgrace and dishonor in that, monster, but an infinite loss.
TRINCULO
That's more to me than my wetting, yet this is your harmless fairy, monster.
STEPHANO
I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labor.
CALIBAN
Prithee, my King, be quiet. Seest thou here;
1209
This is the mouth o'th'cell — no noise, and enter.
1210
Do that good mischief which may make this island
1211
Thine own for ever and I, thy Caliban,
1212
For aye thy foot-licker.
1213
STEPHANO
Give me thy hand —
I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
TRINCULO
O King Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano, look what a wardrobe here is for thee!
CALIBAN
Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.
1214
TRINCULO
Oh ho, monster! We know what belongs to a frippery. O King Stephano!
STEPHANO
Put off that gown, Trinculo! By this hand, I'll have that gown.
TRINCULO
Thy grace shall have it.
CALIBAN
The dropsy drown this fool. What do you mean
1215
To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone
1216
And do the murder first — if he awake,
1217
From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches,
1218
Make us strange stuff.
1219
STEPHANO
Be you quiet, monster. Mistress Line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line. Now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair and prove a bald jerkin.
TRINCULO
Do, do! We steal by line and level, an't like your grace.
STEPHANO
I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't. Wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this country. "Steal by line and level" is an excellent pass of pate — there's another garment for't.
TRINCULO
Monster, come put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.
CALIBAN
I will have none on't — we shall lose our time
1220
And all be turned to barnacles or to apes
1221
With foreheads villainous low.
1222
STEPHANO
Monster, lay to your fingers: help to bear this away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom. Go to; carry this.
TRINCULO
And this.
STEPHANO
Ay, and this.
(A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers spirits in shape of dogs and hounds hunting them about, Prospero and Ariel setting them on.)
PROSPERO
Hey, Mountain, hey!
1223
ARIEL
Silver — there it goes — Silver!
PROSPERO
Fury, Fury! There, Tyrant, there! Hark, hark!
1224
Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints
1225
With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews
1226
With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them
1227
Than pard or cat o'mountain.
1228
ARIEL
Hark, they roar!
PROSPERO
Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
1229
Lies at my mercy all mine enemies.
1230
Shortly shall all my labors end, and thou
1231
Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little,
1232
Follow, and do me service.
1233
(Exeunt.)
Act V
[5.1]
(Enter Prospero, in his magic robes, and Ariel.)
PROSPERO
Now does my project gather to a head:
1234
My charms crack not, my spirits obey, and time
1235
Goes upright with his carriage. [To Ariel] How's the day?
1236
ARIEL
On the sixth hour — at which time, my Lord,
1237
You said our work should cease.
1238
PROSPERO
I did say so
When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,
1239
How fares the King and's followers?
1240
ARIEL
Confined together
In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
1241
Just as you left them — all prisoners, sir,
1242
In the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell;
1243
They cannot budge till your release. The King,
1244
His brother, and yours abide, all three distracted,
1245
And the remainder mourning over them,
1246
Brimful of sorrow and dismay — but chiefly
1247
Him that you termed, sir, the good old lord Gonzalo:
1248
His tears runs down his beard like winter's drops
1249
From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em
1250
That if you now beheld them, your affections
1251
Would become tender.
1252
PROSPERO
Dost thou think so, spirit?
ARIEL
Mine would, sir, were I human.
1253
PROSPERO
And mine shall.
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
1254
Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
1255
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply
1256
Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?
1257
Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th'quick,
1258
Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury
1259
Do I take part. The rarer action is
1260
In virtue than in vengeance; they being penitent,
1261
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
1262
Not a frown further. Go, release them, Ariel:
1263
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
1264
And they shall be themselves.
1265
ARIEL
I'll fetch them, sir.
(Exit [Ariel while Prospero traces a magic circle on the stage].)
PROSPERO
Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves,
1266
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
1267
Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him
1268
When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
1269
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make
1270
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime
1271
Is to make midnight-mushrooms that rejoice
1272
To hear the solemn curfew, by whose aid —
1273
Weak masters though ye be — I have bedimmed
1274
The noontide sun, called forth the mutinous winds,
1275
And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault
1276
Set roaring war; to the dread-rattling thunder
1277
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
1278
With his own bolt! The strong-based promontory
1279
Have I made shake, and by the spurs plucked up
1280
The pine and cedar. Graves at my command
1281
Have waked their sleepers, ope'd, and let 'em forth
1282
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
1283
I here abjure, and when I have required
1284
Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
1285
To work mine end upon their senses that
1286
This ayrie charm is for, I'll break my staff,
1287
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth;
1288
And deeper than did ever plummet sound,
1289
I'll drown my book.
1290
(Solemn music. Here enters Ariel before, then Alonso with a frantic gesture, attended by Gonzalo. Sebastian and Antonio enter in like manner, attended by Adrian and Francisco. They all enter the circle that Prospero has made, and there stand charmed. Prospero, observing, speaks.)
A solemn ayre — and the best comforter
1291
To an unsettled fancy — cure thy brains
1292
(Now useless) boiled within thy skull.
1293
For you are spell-stopped.
1294
Holy Gonzalo, honorable man,
1295
Mine eyes, ev'n sociable to the show of thine,
1296
Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace,
1297
And as the morning steals upon the night,
1298
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
1299
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
1300
Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo,
1301
My true preserver, and a loyal sir
1302
To him thou follow'st, I will pay thy graces
1303
Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly
1304
Did thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter.
1305
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act —
1306
Thou art pinched for't now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,
1307
You, brother mine, that entertained ambition,
1308
Expelled remorse and nature, whom, with Sebastian
1309
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong)
1310
Would here have killed your King, I do forgive thee,
1311
Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding
1312
Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
1313
Will shortly fill the reasonable shore
1314
That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them
1315
That yet looks on me or would know me. Ariel,
1316
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;
1317
I will discase me, and myself present
1318
As I was sometime Milan. Quickly, spirit —
1319
Thou shalt ere long be free.
1320
(Ariel [fetches the items, returns, then sings as he] helps to attire him.)
ARIEL
Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
1321
In a cowslip's bell I lie —
1322
There I couch when owls do cry.
1323
On the bat's back I do fly
1324
After summer merrily.
1325
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
1326
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
1327
PROSPERO
Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee
1328
But yet thou shalt have freedom. [Arranging his clothing.] So, so, so.
1329
To the King's ship, invisible as thou art:
1330
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
1331
Under the hatches. The master and the boatswain
1332
Being awake, enforce them to this place
1333
And presently, I prithee.
1334
ARIEL
I drink the air before me and return
1335
Or ere your pulse twice beat!
1336
(Exit [Ariel].)
GONZALO
All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement
1337
Inhabits here! Some heavenly power guide us
1338
Out of this fearful country!
1339
PROSPERO
[To Alonso] Behold, Sir King,
The wrongèd Duke of Milan, Prospero.
1340
For more assurance that a living prince
1341
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body,
1342
([Embraces Alonso.])
And to thee and thy company I bid
1343
A hearty welcome.
1344
ALONSO
Whe'er thou be'st he or no,
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me
1345
(As late I have been) I not know. Thy pulse
1346
Beats as of flesh and blood, and since I saw thee,
1347
Th'affliction of my mind amends, with which
1348
I fear a madness held me. This must crave
1349
(And if this be at all) a most strange story.
1350
Thy dukedom I resign, and do entreat
1351
Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should Prospero
1352
Be living, and be here?
1353
PROSPERO
[To Gonzalo] First, noble friend,
Let me embrace thine age, whose honor cannot
1354
Be measured or confined.
1355
GONZALO
Whether this be
Or be not, I'll not swear.
1356
PROSPERO
You do yet taste
Some subtleties o'th'isle that will not let you
1357
Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all!
1358
But you, my brace of Lords, were I so minded,
1359
I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you
1360
And justify you traitors. At this time
1361
I will tell no tales.
1362
SEBASTIAN
The devil speaks in him.
PROSPERO
No!
1363
[To Antonio] For you, most wicked sir — whom to call brother
1364
Would even infect my mouth — I do forgive
1365
Thy rankest fault (all of them), and require
1366
My dukedom of thee, which perforce I know
1367
Thou must restore.
1368
ALONSO
If thou be'st Prospero,
Give us particulars of thy preservation,
1369
How thou hast met us here, whom three hours since
1370
Were wracked upon this shore, where I have lost
1371
(How sharp the point of this remembrance is!)
1372
My dear son Ferdinand.
1373
PROSPERO
I am woe for't, sir.
ALONSO
Irreparable is the loss, and patience
1374
Says it is past her cure.
1375
PROSPERO
I rather think
You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace
1376
For the like loss I have her sovereign aid,
1377
And rest myself content.
1378
ALONSO
You the like loss?
PROSPERO
As great to me, as late; and supportable
1379
To make the dear loss have I means much weaker
1380
Than you may call to comfort you; for I
1381
Have lost my daughter.
1382
ALONSO
A daughter?
1383
O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,
1384
The King and Queen there! That they were, I wish
1385
Myself were mudded in that oozy bed
1386
Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?
1387
PROSPERO
I perceive these Lords
1388
At this encounter do so much admire,
1389
That they devour their reason, and scarce think
1390
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
1391
Are natural breath.
1392
Been jostled from your senses, know for certain
1393
That I am Prospero and that very Duke
1394
Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangely
1395
Upon this shore, where you were wracked, was landed
1396
To be the Lord on't. No more yet of this,
1397
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
1398
Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
1399
Befitting this first meeting. [To Alonso] Welcome, sir.
1400
This cell's my court; here have I few attendants —
1401
And subjects none abroad. Pray you, look in.
1402
My dukedom, since you have given me again,
1403
I will requite you with as good a thing,
1404
At least bring forth a wonder to content ye
1405
As much as me my dukedom.
1406
(Here Prospero discovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at chess.)
MIRANDA
Sweet Lord, you play me false!
1407
FERDINAND
No, my dearest love,
I would not for the world.
1408
MIRANDA
Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,
1409
And I would call it fair play.
1410
ALONSO
If this prove
A vision of the island, one dear son
1411
Shall I twice lose.
1412
SEBASTIAN
A most high miracle!
([Ferdinand sees Alonso and the others.])
FERDINAND
Though the seas threaten, they are merciful;
1413
I have cursed them without cause.
1414
ALONSO
Now all the blessings
Of a glad father compass thee about:
1415
Arise, and say how thou cam'st here.
1416
MIRANDA
O wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
1417
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world
1418
That has such people in't!
1419
PROSPERO
'Tis new to thee.
ALONSO
What is this maid with whom thou wast at play?
1420
Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours.
1421
Is she the goddess that hath severed us
1422
And brought us thus together?
1423
FERDINAND
Sir, she is mortal,
But by immortal providence, she's mine.
1424
I chose her when I could not ask my father
1425
For his advice, nor thought I had one. She
1426
Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,
1427
Of whom so often I have heard renown,
1428
But never saw before, of whom I have
1429
Received a second life, and second father
1430
This lady makes him to me.
1431
ALONSO
I am hers.
But oh, how oddly will it sound that I
1432
Must ask my child forgiveness.
1433
PROSPERO
There, sir, stop.
Let us not burden our remembrances with
1434
A heaviness that's gone.
1435
GONZALO
I have inly wept,
Or should have spoke ere this: look down, you gods,
1436
And on this couple drop a blessèd crown,
1437
For it is you that have chalked forth the way
1438
Which brought us hither.
1439
ALONSO
I say amen, Gonzalo.
GONZALO
Was Milan thrust from Milan that his issue
1440
Should become kings of Naples? O rejoice
1441
Beyond a common joy, and set it down
1442
With gold on lasting pillars! In one voyage
1443
Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis;
1444
And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife
1445
Where he himself was lost; Prospero, his dukedom
1446
In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves,
1447
When no man was his own.
1448
ALONSO
[To Ferdinand and Miranda] Give me your hands:
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart
1449
That doth not wish you joy.
1450
GONZALO
Be it so, amen.
(Enter Ariel, with the [Ship]master and Boatswain amazedly following.)
O look, sir, look, sir, here is more of us!
1451
I prophesied if a gallows were on land,
1452
This fellow could not drown. [To Boatswain] Now, blasphemy,
1453
That swear'st grace o'erboard — not an oath on shore?
1454
Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?
1455
BOATSWAIN
The best news is that we have safely found
1456
Our King and company; the next, our ship,
1457
Which but three glasses since we gave out split,
1458
Is tight and yare and bravely rigged as when
1459
We first put out to sea.
1460
ARIEL
Sir, all this service
Have I done since I went.
1461
PROSPERO
My tricksy spirit!
ALONSO
These are not natural events; they strengthen
1462
From strange to stranger: say, how came you hither?
1463
BOATSWAIN
If I did think, sir, I were well awake,
1464
I'd strive to tell you: we were dead of sleep
1465
And (how we know not) all clapped under hatches,
1466
Where, but even now — with strange and several noises
1467
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,
1468
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible! —
1469
We were awaked, straightway at liberty,
1470
Where we, in all our trim, freshly beheld
1471
Our royal, good, and gallant ship, our master
1472
Cap'ring to eye her. On a trice, so please you,
1473
Even in a dream, were we divided from them
1474
And were brought moping hither.
1475
ARIEL
Wast well done?
PROSPERO
Bravely, my diligence; thou shalt be free.
1476
ALONSO
This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod,
1477
And there is in this business more than nature
1478
Was ever conduct of; some oracle
1479
Must rectify our knowledge.
1480
PROSPERO
Sir, my liege,
Do not infest your mind with beating on
1481
The strangeness of this business. At picked leisure,
1482
Which shall be shortly single, I'll resolve you,
1483
Which to you shall seem probable, of every
1484
These happened accidents. Till when, be cheerful
1485
And think of each thing well. [To Ariel] Come hither, spirit:
1486
Set Caliban and his companions free;
1487
Untie the spell. [To Alonso] How fares my gracious sir?
1488
There are yet missing of your company
1489
Some few odd lads that you remember not.
1490
(Enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo in their stolen apparel.)
STEPHANO
[To Trinculo and Caliban] Every man shift for all the rest, and let
1491
No man take care for himself, for all is
1492
But fortune. Coraggio, bully-monster, corragio!
1493
TRINCULO
[Sees Prospero and the others.] If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight!
CALIBAN
O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!
1494
How fine my master is; I am afraid
1495
He will chastise me.
1496
SEBASTIAN
Ha, ha!
1497
What things are these, my Lord Antonio?
1498
Will money buy 'em?
1499
ANTONIO
Very like — one of them
Is a plain fish and no doubt marketable.
1500
PROSPERO
Mark but the badges of these men, my Lords,
1501
Then say if they be true. This misshapen knave —
1502
His mother was a witch, and one so strong
1503
That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,
1504
And deal in her command without her power.
1505
These three have robbed me, and this demi-devil
1506
(For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them
1507
To take my life. [To Alonso] Two of these fellows you
1508
Must know and own; this thing of darkness I
1509
Acknowledge mine.
1510
CALIBAN
I shall be pinched to death!
ALONSO
Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
1511
SEBASTIAN
He is drunk now — where had he wine?
1512
ALONSO
And Trinculo is reeling ripe — where should they
1513
Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em?
1514
[To Trinculo] How cam'st thou in this pickle?
1515
TRINCULO
I have been in such a pickle since I saw you last
1516
That I fear me will never out of my bones.
1517
I shall not fear flyblowing.
1518
SEBASTIAN
Why, how now, Stephano?
STEPHANO
O touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp.
1519
PROSPERO
You'd be king o'the isle, sirrah?
1520
STEPHANO
I should have been a sore one then.
1521
ALONSO
This is a strange thing as e'er I looked on.
1522
PROSPERO
He is as disproportioned in his manners
1523
As in his shape. [To Caliban] Go, sirrah, to my cell:
1524
Take with you your companions. As you look
1525
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
1526
CALIBAN
Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter
1527
What a thrice-double ass
1528
Was I to take this drunkard for a god
1529
And worship this dull fool!
1530
PROSPERO
Go to: away!
ALONSO
[To Stephano and Trinculo] Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.
1531
SEBASTIAN
Or stole it rather.
1532
([Exeunt Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo.])
PROSPERO
Sir, I invite your highness and your train
1533
To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest
1534
For this one night, which part of it I'll waste
1535
With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it
1536
Go quick away — the story of my life
1537
And the particular accidents gone by
1538
Since I came to this isle. And in the morn
1539
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
1540
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
1541
Of these, our dear-belovèd, solemnized;
1542
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
1543
Every third thought shall be my grave.
1544
ALONSO
I long
To hear the story of your life, which must
1545
Take the ear strangely.
1546
PROSPERO
I'll deliver all,
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
1547
And sail so expeditious that shall catch
1548
My Ariel, chick,
1549
That is thy charge: then to the elements
1550
Be free, and fare thou well.
1551
(Exeunt omnes.)
PROSPERO
Epilogue, spoken by Prospero Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
1552
And what strength I have's mine own,
1553
Which is most faint. Now, 'tis true
1554
I must be here confined by you
1555
Or sent to Naples; let me not,
1556
Since I have my dukedom got
1557
And pardoned the deceiver, dwell
1558
In this bare island by your spell,
1559
But release me from my bands
1560
With the help of your good hands.
1561
Gentle breath of yours my sails
1562
Must fill, or else my project fails,
1563
Which was to please. Now I want
1564
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
1565
And my ending is despair,
1566
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
1567
Which pierces so that it assaults
1568
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
1569
As you from crimes would pardoned be,
1570
Let your indulgence set me free.
1571
(Exit)