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children!-Farewell, brother!- We split, we

split, we split.

Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Exit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Eait. SCENE II. The island: before the cell of Prospero.

Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have

Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls! they

Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er *
It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
The freighting souls within her.

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

O, woe the day!

Mira. Pro. No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Of whence I am; nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father.


More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. Pro. 'Tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; [Lays down his mantle. Lie there, my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. [touch'd The direful spectacle of the wreck, which The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely order'd, that there is no soulNo, not so much perdition as an hair, Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;

For thou must now know further.'
You have often
Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Concluding, Stay, not yet.-

The hour's now come;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast not
Out three years old.

• Before.

Certainly, sir, I can.

Mira. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mira.

'Tis far off;

And rather like a dream than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants: Had I not.
Four or five women ence, that tended me?
Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: But
how is it,

That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
If thou remember'st aught,ere thou canst here,
How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.
But that I do not.

Pro. Twelve years since,
Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was
The duke of Milan, and a prince of power.
Mira. Sir, are not you my father?

Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said-thou wast my daughter; and thy father


Was duke of Milan; and his only heir
A princess ;-no worse issued.
O, the heavens!
What foul play had we, that we came from
Or blessed was't we did?
Both, both, my girl:
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd
But blessedly holp hither.
O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen § that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please yon,

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd
I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should
Be so perfidious!-he whom, next thyself,
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The manage of my state; as, at that time,
Through all the signiories it was the first,
And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,
Without a parallel; those being all my study,
The government I cast upon my brother,
And to my state grew stranger, being trans

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And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-
Dost thou attend me?
Sir, most heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits
How to deny them; whom to advance, and

To trash for over-topping; new created
The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'o

Or else new form'd them: having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts

To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he wa The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thon at tend'st not:

1 pray thee, mark me.

O, good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, al


To closeness, and the bettering of my mind Cut away.

§ Sorrow.

With that, which, but by being so retired,
O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood, in its contrary as great

As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
A confidence sans bound. He being thus

Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact,-like one
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie,-he did believe
He was the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative:-Hence his ambition
Growing- -Dost hear?

Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Pro. To have no screen between this part
he play'd

And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Absolute Milan: Me, poor man!-my library
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal roy-

He thinks me now incapable: confederates
(So dryt he was for sway) with the king of

To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan!)
To most ignoble stooping.
O the heavens!
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event;
then tell me,


If this might be a brother.
I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Now the condition.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises,-
Of homage,and 1 know not how much tribute,-
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours,on my brother: Whereon,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.


Alack, for pity!
I, not rememb❜ring how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again! it is a hint §,
! That wrings mine eyes.
Hear a little further,
And then I'll bring thee to the present business
Which now's upon us; without the which,
Were most impertinent.
[this story
Wherefore did they not

That hour destroy us?
Well demanded, wench;
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they

durst not;

So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but

• Without.

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Was I then to you!
O a cherubim
Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thon didst
Infused with a fortitude from heaven, [smile,
When I have deck'd the sea with drops full

Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
An undergoing stomach¶, to bear up
Against what should ensue.

How came we ashore?

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

Out of his charity, (who being then appointed
Master of this design,) did give us; with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his

Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me,
From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.

But ever see that man!

Would I might

Now I arise:

Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. `
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more

Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.

Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now,
I pray you, sir,

(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason
For raising this sea-storm?
Know thus far forth.-
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop Here cease more

Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way;-I know thou can'st not
[MIRANDA Sleeps.
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;
Approach, my Ariel; come.
Enter ARIEL.

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail!
1 come

To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding
Ariel, and all his quality.

Thirsty. Consideration, § Suggestion. Sprinkled. Stubborn resolution.

B 2

Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade
Ari. To every article.
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame dis-
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the
O'the dreadfulthunder-claps, more momentary
And sight-outrunning were not: The fire, and

Of sulphurous roaring,the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves
Yea, his dread trident shake. [tremble,
My brave spirit!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coilt
Would not infect his reason?


Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, [dinand, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, FerWith hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair,) Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty,

And all the devils are here.
Why, that's my spirit!
But was not this nigh shore?

Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Not a hair perish'd;
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle:
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad. knot.

Of the king's ship,
The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o' the fleet?
Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bermoothest, there she's
The mariners all under hatches stow'd; [hid:
Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd

I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet,
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flotes,
Bound sadly home for Naples;
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great person perish.
Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:
What is the time o' the day?

Past the mid season.
Pro. At least two glasses: The time 'twixt

six and now,

Must by us both be spent most preciously. Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,

Let me remember thee what thou hast pro-
Which is not yet perform'd me. [mis'd,
How now? moody?

What is't thou can❜st demand?

My liberty.
Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
I pray thee
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, served
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst
To bate me a full year.
Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?



Pro. Thou dost; and think'st It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; To run upon the sharp wind of the north; To do me business in the veins o' the earth, When it is bak'd with frost. Ari. I do not, sir. Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot [envy, The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and Was grown into a hoop? Hast thou forgot her? Ari. No, sir. [speak; tell me. Thou hast: where was she born? Ari. Sir, in Argier || Pro.


"O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch,


For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she

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

Pro. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought
with child,
And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my
As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant:
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests¶, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou did'st painfully remain
A dozen years; within which space she died,
And left thee there; where thou didst vent
thy groans,

As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this
(Save for the son that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with
A human shape.


Yes; Caliban her son.

Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts

Of ever-angry bears: it was a torment
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo; it was mine art,
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.

The minutest article. † Bustle, tumult. Bermudas. § Wave.

Algiers. Commands.

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I do not love to look on. Pro.

'Tis a villain, sir,

But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban! Thon earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for thee:

Come forth, thou tortoise! when?

Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.

Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Erit. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! [himself


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And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile;

Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own king: and here you
sty me

In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest o' the island.
Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have
us'd thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.

Cal. O ho, O ho!-would it had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.
Abhorred slave;
Which any print of goodness will not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee
each hour

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One thing or other: when thou didst not,savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like

vile race,

A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known: But thy
[good natures
Though thou didst learn, had that in't which
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.
Cal. You taught me language; and my pro-
fit on't

[you, Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid For learning me your language!

Pro. Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou,


If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps;


Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
No, pray thee!-
I must obey: his art is of such power, [Aside.
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.

So, slave, hence! [Erit CAL. Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing & singing; FERDINAND following him.


Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:

Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd, (The wild waves whist §,)

Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Hark, hark!

Bur: Bowgh, wowgh.
The watch dogs bark:

+ Destroy.


Still, silent.

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[dispersedly. And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples;
Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld
The king my father wreck'd.
Alack, for mercy!
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke
And his brave son, being twain. [of Milan,
The duke of Milan,

Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth?

It sounds no more and sure, it waits


Some god o' the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This music crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury and my passion,
With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather:-But 'tis gone,
No, it begins again.

ARIEL sings.

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :
Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong bell.
[Burden, ding-dong.
Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd

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

As we have,such: This gallant which thou seest,
Was in the wreck; and, but he's something
[call him
With grief,that's beauty's canker, thou might'st
A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find them.

I might call him
A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.

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my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll
free thee

Within two days for this.
Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe, my

May know if you remain upon this island;
And that you will some good instruction give,
How I may bear me here: My prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, you wonder!
If you be maid, or no?

No wonder, sir;

But, certainly a maid.
My language! heavens!
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

How! the best?
What wert thou,if the kingof Naples heard thee?
Fer.A single thing,as I am now,that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples: he does hear me;
+ Confute,


And his more braver daughter, could controlf

If now 'twere fit to do't:-At the first sight
They have chang'd eyes:- Delicate Ariel,
I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good sir;
I fear, you have done yourself some wrong:
a word.
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently?
Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first
That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father
To be inclin'd my way!
O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The queen of Naples.


swift business

Soft, sir; one word more.They are both in either's powers: but this [Aside. I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light.-One word more! charge thee,

That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself
Upon this island, as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on't.

No, as I am a man.
Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such
a temple:

If the ill spirit have so fair an house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't.
Follow me. [To FERD,
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come.
| I'il manacle thy neck and feet together:
Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and
Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow. [husks,
I will resist such entertainment, till
Mine enemy has more power. [He draws.
O dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle, and not fearful ‡.



What, I say,
My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor;
Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy

Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy
For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
And make thy weapon drop.
Beseech you, father!
Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments.
Sir, have pity;
I'll be his surety.
Silence: one word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee.
An advocate for an impostor? hush! [What!
Thou think'st there are no more such shapes
as he,
Having seen but him and Caliban: "Foolish

+ Frightful.

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