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PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Alonso, King Naples.

MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero.
SEBASTIAN, his brother.
PROSPERO, the rightful Duke of Milan.

ARIEL, an airy Spirit.
Antonio, his brother, the usurping Duke of Milan. Inis,
FERDINAND, son to the King of Naples.

CERES,
GONZALO, an honest old Counsellor of Naples. Juvo, Spirits.
ADRIAN,

Lords.
FRANcisco,

Nymphs,

Reapers,
CALIBAN, a sarage and deformed Slave.
TRINCULO, a Jester.
STEPHANO, a drunken Butler.

Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-On a ship at sea.

our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he A Storm with thunder and lightning.

be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.

[Exeunt. Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain.

Re-enter Boatswain. Master. Boatswain,

Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, Boats. Here, master: what cheer?

lower; bring her to try with inain course. (A cry Master. Good: Speak to the mariners: fall to't within. A plague upon this howling! they are yarelys, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. | louder than the weather, or our office.

(Exit.

Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and Gonzalo. Enter Mariners.

Yet again ? what do you here? Shall we give o'er Boa's. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my and drown? Have you a mind to sink? hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-sail; Tend to Seh. A pox o your throat! you bawling, blasthe master's whistle.-Blow till thou burst thy phemous, uncharitable dog! wind, if room enough!

Boats. Work you, then. Enter Alosso, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDI.

Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent

noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than NANI), GONZALO, and others.

thou art. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though master? Play the men,

the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as Boats. I pray now, keep below.

leaky as an unstaunched: wench. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ?

Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our

courses; off' to sea again, lay her off. labor! keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.

Enter Mariners, wef. Bouts. When the sea is. Hence! What care Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! these roarers for the name of king ? To cabins:

(Exeunt. silence: Trouble us not.

Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us aboard.

assist them, Boats. None that I more love than myself.- For our case is as theirs. You are a counsellor; if you can command these Seb. I am out of patience. elements to silence, and work the peace of the Ant. We are merely. cheated of our lives by present”, we will not hand a rope more; use your

drunkards.authority; If you cannot, give thanks you have This wide-chapped rascal;- 'Would thou mightst livel so long, and make yourself ready in your

lie drowning cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap.- The washing of' ten tides! Checrly, good hearts.-Out of our way, I say:

Gon.

He'll be hanged yet,

(Erit. Though every drop of water swear against it, Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow; And gape at wid'st to glut him. methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him: 1 A confu:ed noise within.] Mercy on us!-We his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children! fate to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny Farewell, brother!-We split, we split, we split. • Readily. - Present instant. * Incontinent.

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Ant. Let's all sink with the king. (Exit. Mira.

O, my heart bleeds Seb. Let's take leave of him.

(Exit. To think o' the teen that I have turn’d you to, Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of | Which is from my remembrance! Please you furfe for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown

ther. furze, any thing: the wills above be done! but I Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio, would lain die a dry death.

[Exit. I pray thce, mark me,--thai a brother should SCENE 11.The island: before the cell of Pros- of all the world I lov’d, and to him put

Be so perfidious!-he whom, next thyselt,
PERO. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.

The manage of my state; as, at that tine,
Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have | Through all the signiories it was the first,
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, In diynily, and, for the liberal arts,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Without a parallel; those being all my study,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have sufferid

The government I cast upon my brother,
With those that I saw sufler! a brave vessel, And to my state grew stranger, being transported
Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-.
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock

Dost thou attend me?
Against my very heart ! Poor souls! they perish'd. Mira.

Sir, most heedfully. Had I been any god of power, I would

Pro. Being once pertected how to grant suits,
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er

How to deny them ; whom to advance, and whom
It should the good ship so have swallow'd, ard To trash: for over-topping; new created
The freighting souls within her.

The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd
Pro.

Be collected;

them,
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, Or else new-form'd them: having both the key
There's no harm done.

Of officer and office, set all hearts
Mira.
O, woe the day!

To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
Pro.

No harm. The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, I have done nothing but in care of thee,

And suck'd my verdure out on't.--Thou attend's (Of thee, my dear one! thee my daughter !) who

not: Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing I pray thee mark me. Of whence I am; nor that I am more better

Mira.

O good sir, I do. Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,

Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate And thy no greater father.

To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
Mira.
More to know

With that, which, but by being so retir’d,
Did never meddle with my thoughts.

O’er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Pro.

'Tis time Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust, I should informn thee further. Lend thy hand, Like a good parent, did beget of him And pluck my magic garment from me.--So; A falsehood, in its contrary as great

(Lays down his mantle. As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Lie there, my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, comfort.

Not only with what my revenue yielded,
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd But what my power might else exact,--like one
The very virtue of compassion in thee,

Who, having unto truth, by telling of it,
I have with such provision in mine art

Made such a sinner of his memory, So sately order'd, that there is no soul

To credit his own lie--he did believe No, not so much perdition as a hair,

He was the duke; out of the substitution, Betid to any creature in the vessel

And executing the outward face of royalty, Which thou heard'st cry, wbich thou saw'st sink. With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition Sit down;

Growing,--dost hear? For thou must now know further.

Mira,

Your tale, sir, would cure deafness Mira.

You have often Pro. To have no screen between this part he Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd

play'd And left me to a bootless inquisition;

And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Concluding, Stay, not yet.-

Absolute Milan: Me, poor man!--my library
Pro.

The hour's now come; Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;

He thinks me now incapable: confederates Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, A time before we came unto this cell?

To give him annual tribute, do him homage; I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend Outs three years old.

The dukedom, yet unbow d (aias, poor Milan!)
Mura.

Certainly, sir, I can. To most ignoble stooping.
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Mira.

O the heavens!
Of any thing the image tell me, that

Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Hath kept with thy remembrance.

tell me, Mira.

'Tis far off, If this might be a brother. And rather like a dream than an assurance,

Mira.

I should sin
That my remembrance warrants : had I not To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Four or five women once, that tended me?

Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how Pro.

Now the condition. is it,

This king of Naples, being an enemy
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
In the dark backward and abysm of time?

Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises -
I thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam’st here, Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, -
How thou cam'st here, thou may’st.

Should presently extirpate me and mine
Mira.

But that I do not. Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
Pro. Twelve years since,

With all the honors, on my brother. Whereon,
Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was A treacherous army levied, one midnight
The duke of Milan, and a prince of power. Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
Mira. Sir, are not you my father?

The gates of Milan; and i' the dead of darkness,
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
She suid-ihou wast my daughter; and thy father Me, and thy crying self.
Was duke of Milan; and his only heir

Mira.

Alack, for pity!
A princess ;-no worse issued.

I. not rememb’ring how I cried out then,
Mira.

0, the heavens! Will cry it o'er again, it is a hint,
What foul play had we, that we came from thence ? | That wrings mine eyes.
Or blessed was't we did ?

Hear a little further,
Pro.

Both, both, my girl. And then I'll bring thee to the present business
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; Which now's upon us; without the which, this
But blessedly holp hither.

Pro.

story Quite.

• Sorrow.

* Cut away

Wcre most impertinent.

Yea, his dread trident shake.
Mira.
Wherefore did they not Pro.

My brave spirit ! That hour destroy us?

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coile Pro.

Well demanded, wench; Would not infect his reason? My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst Ari.

Not a soul not:

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set Some tricks of desperation : All, but mariners, A mark so bloody on the business; but

Pluny'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, With colors fairer painted their foul ends.

Then all a-tire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,

With hair up-staring, (then lihe reeds, not hair,) Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd Was the first man that leap’d: cried, lieli is empty, A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigy'd,

And all the devils are here. Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats

Pro.

Why, that's my spirit! Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, But was not this nigh shore ! To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh

Ari.

Close by, my master. To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe! Did us but loving wrong.

Ari.

Not a hair perish d; Mirdi.

Alack! what trouble On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Was I then to you!

But fresher than before ; and, as thou bad st me, Pro. 0! a cherubim

In troops I have dispers'u them 'bout the isle: Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst The king's son I have landed by himself; smile,

Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
When I have decked the sea with drops full salt; His arms in this sad hnot.
Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me Pro.

Of the king's ship,
An undergoing stomacho, to bear up

The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos’d,
Against what should ensue.

And all the rest o' the fleet!
Mira.
How came we ashore ? Ari.

Safely in harbor Pro. By Providence divine.

Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

From the still vex'd Bermoothies, there she's hid : Out of his charity (who being then appointed The mariners all under hatches stow d; Master of this design) did give us; with

Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labor,
Rich garinents, linens, stulls, and necessaries, I have lett isleep: and for the rest o' the tleet,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle- Which I dispers'd, they all have inet again:
nces,

And are upon the Mediterranean llotea
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnished me, Bound sadiy home for Naples ;
From my own library, with volumes that

Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck’d, I prize above my dukedom.

And his great person perish.
Mira.

'Would I might
Pro.

Ariel, thy charge But ever see that man!

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: Pro. Now I arise :-

What is the time o' the day! Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.

Ari.

Past the mid season. Here in this island we arriv'il; and here

Pro. At least two glasses : The tuine 'twixt six Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit

and now, Than other princes can, that have more time Must by us both be spent most preciously. For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.

Ari. Is there more wou! Since thou dost give me Miru. Heavens thank you fort! And now I

pains, pray you, sir,

Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, (For still tis beating in my mind,) your reason Which is not yet perform’d me. For raising this sea-storm?

Pro.

How now ? moody ? Pro.

Know thus far forth. - What is't thou canst demand ? By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,

Ari.

My liberty. Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies

Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Brought to this shore: and by my prescience

Ari.

I pray thee I find my zenith doth depend upon

Remember, I have done thee worthy service; A most auspicious star; whose intluence

Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes

Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst Will ever after droop. — Here cease more ques

promise tions;

To bate me a full year. Thou art inclín'd to sleep; ?tis a good dulness, Pro.

Dost thou forget
And give it way ;-I know thou canst not choose. From what a torment I did free thee!
MIRANDA sleeps. Ari.

No.
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now: Pro. Thou dost; and think'st
Approach, my Ariel; come.

It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep;
Enter ARIEL.

To run upon the sharp wind of the north ;

To do me business in the veins o' the earth, Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I When it is bak'd with frost.

Ari.

I do not, sir. To answer thy best pleasure ; bet to fly,

Pro: Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou To swim, to dive into the tire, to ride

forgot On the curld clouds; to thy strong bidding, task The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, Ariel, and all his quality.

Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her ? Pio. Hast thou, spirit,

Ari. No, sir. Perform'd to pointo the tempest that í bade thee? Pro.

Thou hast : where was she born? Ari. To every article.

speak; tell me, I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,

Ari. Sir, in Argier“. Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,

Pro.

0, was she so? I must, I flamed amazement: Sometimes I'd divide, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, And burn in many places; on the top-mast, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, The yards, and bowsprit, would I tlame distinctly, For inis hefs manifold, and sorceries terrible Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the pre- To enter human hearing, from Argier,

Thou know'st, was banish’d; for one thing she did, O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary They would not lake her life: is not this true ? And sight-outrunning were not: The tire, and Ari. Ay, sir. cracks

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune

child, Seem'ů to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, And here was left by the sailors : Thou, my slave,

& Stubborn resolution. The minutest article. 1 Bustle, tumult. – Bermudas. · Wave, * Algiers.

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As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant: And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate

The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and
To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands,

fertile; Refusing her grand hestsø, she did confine thee, Cursed be I that did so; — all the charms By help of her more potent ministers,

Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! And in her most unmitigable rage,

For I am all the subjects that you have, Into a cloven pine; within which'rift

Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me
Imprison'd, thou did'st painfully remain

In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
A dozen years; within which space she died, The rest of the island.
And left thee there ; where thou did'st vent thy Pro.

Thou most lying slave,
groans,

Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have us'd As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island

thee, (Save for the son that she did litter here,

Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee
A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honor'd with In mine own cell, till thou did'st seek to violate
A human shape.

The honor of my child.
Ari.
Yes; Caliban her son.

Cal. ( ho, ( ho! -'would it had been done!
Pro. Pull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Thou did'st prevent me; I had peopled else
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'stThis isle with Calibans.
What torment I did find thee in : thy groans

Pro.

Abhorred slave; Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Which any print of goodness will not take, Of ever-angry bears : it was a torment

Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, To lay upon the damnd, which Sycorax

Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each Could not again undo ; it was mine art,

hour When I arriv'd, and heard thec, that made gape One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, The pine, and let thee out.

Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like Ari.

I thank thee, master.

A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, With words that made them known: But thy vile
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till

race, Thou hast howld away twelve winters.

Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good Ari

Pardon, master:

natures I will be correspondent to command,

Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou And do my spriting gently.

Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Pro.

Do so; and after two days Who hadst deservd more than a prison. I will discharge thee.

Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't
Ari.

That's my noble master! Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid' you,
What shall I do! say, what? what shall I do? For learning me your language!
Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o'the sea; Pro.

Hag-seed, hence!
Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible

Fetch us in fuel : and be quick, thou wert best, To every eye-ball else. Go take this shape, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? And hither come in't: hence, with diligence. If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly

[Exit ARIEL. What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps ; Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Fill all thy bones with aches ; make thee roar, Awake!

That beasts shall tremble at thy din. Mira. The strangeness of your story put

Cal.

No, 'pray thee! Heaviness in me.

I must obey : his art is of such power (Aside. Pro. Shake it off: Come on,

It would control my dam's god, Setebos, We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never

And make a vassal of him. Yields us kind answers.

Pro.

So, slave; hence! Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir,

(Erit CALIBAN. I do not love to look on. Pro. But, as 'tis,

Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing, and singing; We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,

FERDINAND following him. Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices

ARIEL's Song. That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban,

Come into these yellow sands
Thou earth, thou! speak.

And then take hands :
Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within.

Courtsier when you have, and kiss'd,
Pro. Come forth, I say : there's other business

(The wild waves whisto)
for thee:

Foot it featly here and there;
Come forth, thou tortoise! when?

And, sweet spriles, the burden bear.
Re-enter Ariel like a water-nymph.

Hark, hark !

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. [dispersedly. Fine apparition ! My quaint Ariel,

The watch-rogs bark:
Hark in thine ear.

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. [dispersedly.
Ari.
My lord, it shall be done. [Erit.

Hark, hark ! I hear
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil

The strain of strutting chanticlere
himself

Cry, cock-a-doodle-do. Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

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

the earth?

It sounds no more :- and sure, it waits upon
Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd

Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,

Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
Dron on you both ! a south-west blow on ye,

This music crept by me upon the waters;
Aud blister you all o'er!

Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have With its sweet air; thence I have follow'd it,
cramps,

Or it hath drawn me rather:- But 'tis gone.
Side-stiches that shall pen thy breath up; urchinse No it begins again.
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
Allexcrcise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

ARJEL sings.
As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Than bees that made them.

Of his bones are coral made ;
Cal.
I must eat my dinner.

Those are pearls, that were his eyjes:
This island's mine, hy Sycorax, my mother,

Nothing of him that doth fade,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest

But doth suffer a sea-change
first,

Into something rich and strange.
Thou strok dst me, and mad'st much of me;

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
wouldst give me

Hark! now I hear them, -ding-rong, bell Water with berries in't; and teach me how

(Burden, ding-dong: To name the bigger light, and how the less,

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd That burn by day and night; and then I loved thee,

Father:
• Commands.

6 Faries,
* Destroy.

Being stilled, silenced.

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