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Miranda, daughter to Prospero.
Ariel, an airy spirit.
Other spirits attending on Prospero.
Scene, the sea, with a ship; afterwards an uninMaster of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
lfate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny
our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he SCENE I.-On a ship at sea. A storm, with | be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. thunder and lightning. Enter a Ship-master
[Exeunt and a Boatswain.
Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, Master.
lower; bring her to try with main course. [A cry BOATSWAIN,
within.] A plague upon this howling! they are Boats. Here, master : what cheer?
louder than the weather, or our office. Mast. Good: speak to the mariners: fall to'r|| yarely!, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, be Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo stir.
(Exit. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, Enter Mariners.
and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasBoats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my|pherous, uncharitable dog! hearts; yare, yare: take in the top-sail : tend to Boats. Work you, then. the master's whistle.-Blow, till thou burst thy
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent wind, if room enough!
noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than
thou art. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though Gonzalo, and others.
the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's leaky as an unstaunched wench. the master? Play the men.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two Boats. I pray now, keep below.
courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain? Boats. Do you not hear hím? You mar our la
Enter Mariners, wet. bour! keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
(Exeunt, Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? these roarers for the name of king? To cabin : si Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us lence: trouble us not.
assist them, Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast For our case is as theirs. aboard.
Seb. I am out of patience. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You Ant. We are merely4 cheated of our lives by are a counsellor; if you can command these ele
drunkards. ments to silence, and work the peace of the present,2 | This wide-chapped rascal;—'Would, thou might'st we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. lie drowning, If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, The washing of ten tides ! and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis Gon.
He'll be hanged yet; chance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good | Though every drop of water swear against it, hearts.--Out of our way, I say.
(Exit. And gape at wid'st to glut him. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: me-|(A confused noise within.] Mercy on us _We thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his split
, we split-Farewell, my wife and children: complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Farewell, brother -We split
, we split, we split. (1) Readily. (2) Present instant.
(3) Incontinent. (4) Absolutely
Ant. Let's all sink with the king. (Exit. In the dark backward and abysm3 of time?
(Exit. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of How thou cam’st here, thou may'st. sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown Mira.
But that I do not furze, any thing: the wills above be done! but I Pro. Twelve years since, would fain die a dry death.
(Exit. Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was
The duke of Milan, and a prince of power. SCENE II.—The island: before the cell of Mira. Sir, are not you my father?
Prospero. Enter Prospero and Miranda. Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have She said—thou wast my daughter; and thy father Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
Was duke of Milan; and his only heir The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
A princess ;-no worse issued.
Mira. But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
0, the heavens ! Dashes the fire out. 0, I have sufferid
What foul play had we, that we came from thence? With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Or blessed was't we did ?
Pro. Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her,
Both, both, my girl: Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heard thence; Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish’d. But blessedly holp hither.
Mira. Had I been any god of power, I would
O, my heart bleeds Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'erl
To think o' the teen4 that I have turn'd you to, It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
Which is from my remembrance! Please you further.
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, calld Antonio, The freighting souls within her. Pro.
Be collected ;
I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
Be so perfidious She whom, next thyself,
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The manage of my state; as, at that time,
No harm. Through all the signiories it was the first, I have done nothing but in care of thee,
And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter !) who || In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Without a parallel; those being all my study, Of whence I am; nor that I am more better
The government I cast upon my brother, Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And to my state grew stranger, being transported, And thy no greater father.
And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleMira.
More to know
Dost thou attend me? Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Sir, most heedfully. Pro.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom And pluck my magic garment from me.--So;
To trash for over-topping ; new created
[Lays down his mantle. The creatures that were mine; I say or chang'd Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have
Or else new form'd them: having both the key The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd | of officer and office, set all hearts The very virtue of compassion in thee,
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was I have with such provision in mine art
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, So safely order'd, that there is no soul
And suck'd my verdure out on't.—Thou attend'st No, not so much perdition as a hair, Betid to any creature in the vessel
I pray thee, mark me.
O good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate For thou must now know further.
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind Mira.
You have often
With that, which, but by being so retir'd, Begun to tell me what I am; but stoppid
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother, And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust, Concluding, Stay, not yet.
Like a good parent, did beget of him Pro.
The hour's now come;
A falsehood, in its contrary as great The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, A time before we came unto this cell?
Not only with what my revenue yielded, I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not
But what my power might else exact,--like one, Out three years old.
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie,-he did believe
And executing the outward face of royalty,
'Tis far off;
With all prerogative :--Hence his ambition And rather like a dream than an assurance
Growing, -Dost hear?
Mira. That my remembrance warrants: had I not
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness Four or five women once, that tended me?
Pro. To have no screen between this part he Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how
play'd, is it,
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else | Absolute Milan: me, poor man!--my library
(1) Before. (2) Quite. (3) Abyss. (4) Sorrow. (5) Cut away. (6) Without.
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties || From my own library, with volumes that
'Would I might To give him annual tribute, do him homage; But ever see that man! Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
Now I arise :The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan!) Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. To niost ignoble stooping.
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here Mira.
O the heavens ! Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. If this might be a brother.
Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, 1 Mira. I should sin
pray you, sir, To think but nobly of my grandmother: (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason Good wombs have borne bad sons.
For raising this sea-storm?
Know thus far forth. This king of Naples, being an enemy
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Which was, that he in lieu2 oʻthe premises, Brought to this shore: and by my prescience Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,- ||I find my zenith doth depend upon Should presently extirpate me and mine
A most auspicious star; whose influence Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes With all the honours, on my brother: whereon, Willever after droop:-Here cease more questions A treacherous army levied, one midnight Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
And give it way ;-I know thou canst not choose.-The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
[Miranda sleeps. The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Me, and thy crying self.
Approach, my Ariel ; come. Mira.
Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Enter Ariel. Will cry it o'er again ; it is a hint,
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail ! I That wrings mine eyes. Pro.
Hear a little further, To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, And then I'll bring thee to the present business To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride Which now's upon us ; without the which,
this story on the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task Were most impertinent.
Ariel, and all his quality.
Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to points the tempest that I bade thee? Pro.
Well demanded, wench; Ari. To every article. My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, not ;
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set I flam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide, À mark so bloody on the business ; but
And burn in many places; on the top-mast, With colours fairer painted their foul ends. The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly; In few, they hurried us aboard a bark ;
Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the preBore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd A rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd,
O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
And sight-outrunning were not : the fire, and cracks Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble; To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Yea, his dread trident shake. Did us but loving wrong.
My brave spirit! Mira.
Alack! what trouble Who was so firm, so constant, that this coili
Would not infect his reason?
Not a soul
Some tricks of desperation : all, but mariners, When I have deck'd4 the sea with drops full salt; | Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, An undergoing stomach, to bear up
With hair upstaring (then like reeds, not hair,) Against what should ensue.
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, Mira.
How came we ashore || And all the devils are here. Pro. By Providence divine.
Why, that's my spirit! Some food we had, and some fresh water, that But was not this nigh shore? A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Close by, my master. Out of his charity (who being then appointed Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Master of this design,) did give us, with
Not a hair perished; Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Which since have steaded much ; so, of his gentle But fresher than before : and, as thou bad'st me, ness,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle: Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, The king's son have I landed by himself; (1) Thirsty. (2) Consideration. (3) Suggestion. (6) The minutest article. (7) Bustle, tumult (4) Sprinkled. (5) Stubborn resolution.