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Boa's. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-sail; Tend to the master's whistle.-Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDI-
NAND, GONZALO, and others.
Alon. Good boatswain, have care.

master? Play the men.

Where's the

Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain? Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labor! keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.

Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabins: silence: Trouble us not.

Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority; If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our way, I say.

[Exit. Gon. 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

Readily.

Present instant.

our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt.

Re-enter Boatswain.

Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course. [A cry within. A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO, Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

Seh. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog!

Boats. Work you, then.

Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstaunched wench.

Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off.

Enter Mariners, wet. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist them,

For our case is as theirs.

Seb. I am out of patience. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.--This wide-chapped rascal;-'Would thou mightst lie drowning The washing of ten tides! Gon. He'll be hanged yet, Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glut him.

A confused noise within.] Mercy on us!-We split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children! Farewell, brother!-We split, we split, we split. • Absolutely.

Incontinent.

TEMPEST.

[Exit. Ant. Let's all sink with the king. Exit. Seb. Let's take leave of him. 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 would fain die a dry death.

[Exit. SCENE II.-The island: before the cell of PROSPERO. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay thein: The sky, it seems, wou'd pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd. Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The freighting souls within her. Be collected;

Pro.

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

Mira. Pro.

O, woe the day!

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

More to know

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.

The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
The very virtue of compassion in thee,

I have with such provision in mine art

So safely order'd, that there is no soul

No, not so much perdition as a hair,
Betid to any creature in the vessel

O, my heart bleeds
Mira.
To think o' the teens that I have turn'd you to,
ther.
Which is from my remembrance! Please you fur-

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

Mira.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom
To trash for over-topping; new created
The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd

them,

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

To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
And suck'd my verdure out on't.--Thou attend's.

not:

O good sir, I do.

I pray thee mark me.
Mira.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being so retir'd,
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my faise 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,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded
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,

Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. With all prerogative:-Hence his ambition

Sit down;

You have often

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

Pro.

The hour's now come;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?

I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not
Outs three years old.

Mira.

Certainly, sir, I can.

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

'Tis far off,

Mira.
And rather like a dream than an assurance,
That my remembrance warrants: had I not
Four or five women once, that tended me?

Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how
is it,

That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?

If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here,
How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.
Mira.

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.
Mira.

O, the heavens!

What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
Or blessed was't we did?

Pro.

Both, both, my girl.
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence;
But blessedly holp hither.

Quite.

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 royalties
He thinks me now incapable: confederates
(So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples,
To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan!)
To most ignoble stooping.
O the heavens!
Mira.
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then
tell me,
If this might be a brother.
I should sin
Mira.
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Now the condition.
Pro.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises,-
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,-
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honors, 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
Mira.
Me, and thy crying self.

not;

(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colors fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,

Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.

Mira.

Was I then to you! Pro.

Alack! what trouble

O! a cherubim

Close by, my master.

Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe !
Ari.

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:

Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst The king's son I have landed by himself;

Pro. Now I arise:Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island we arriv'd; and here Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Than other princes can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.

Mira. Heavens thank you fort! And now I
pray you, sir,

(For still tis beating in my mind,) your reason
For raising this sea-storm?
Pro.
Know thus far forth.-
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon

A most auspicious star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. Here cease more ques-
tions;

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

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

Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, And all the rest o' the fleet!

Ari.

Safely in harbor
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 Bermoothies, there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;

Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labor,
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.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: What is the time o' the day! Ari. Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses: The tune 'twixt six and now,

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

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

Pro.

What is't thou canst demand?
Ari.
My liberty.
Pro. Before the time be out? no more."
Ari.
I pray thee
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst
promise
To bate me a full year.
Pro.

Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee!
Ari.

No.

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

I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flamed amazement: Sometimes I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the pre-

I do not, sir.

Ari.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou
forgot

The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy,
Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
Ari. No, sir.
Pro.
Thou hast where was she born?
speak; tell me.
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, Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did,
They would not take her life: is not this true?
Ari. Ay, sir.

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

child,

And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, Bustle, tumult. 2 Bermudas. a Wave. 4 Algiers.

I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spriting gently.
Pro.

Do so; and after two days

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

[Exit ARIEL. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!

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

Pro.

Shake it off: Come on, We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never

Yields us kind answers.

'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,

Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. Within. There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say: there's other business

for thee:

Come forth, thou tortoise! when?

Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph.

Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,

Hark in thine ear.

Ari.

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

Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

Enter CALIBAN.

Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd
With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,
And blister you all o'er!

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have

cramps,

Side-stiches that shall pen thy breath up; urchinss
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made them.

I must eat my dinner.

Cal.
This island's mine, by Sycorax, my mother,
When thou camest
Which thou tak st from me.

first,

Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me;

wouldst give me

Water with berries in't; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee,

Commands.

• Faries.

Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing;
FERDINAND following him.
ARIEL'S Song.

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:

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

Hark, hark! I hear

[dispersedly.

The strain of strutting chanticlere
Cry, cock-a-doodle-do.

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

the earth?

It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon Some god of 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

Father:

Destroy.

Being stilled, silenced.

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