THE TEMPEST

[1.1.] <1'A Tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.'>1
  <1The waist of a ship is seen, seas breaking over it.>1
  <1A SHIP-MASTER>1 : <1A BOATSWAIN.>1
<1Master [from the poop-deck].>1  Bos'n !
<1Boatswain [in the waist].>1  Here, master: what cheer?
<1Master.>1  Good: speak to th' mariners: fall to't--yarely---
or we run ourselves aground. Bestir, bestir.
  <1[he returns to the `helm>1
  <1Master's whistle heard.  Mariners come aft.>1
<1Boatswain.>1  Heigh my hearts ! cheerly, cheerly my hearts
...yare, yare...take in the topsail...tend to th' master's
whistle... <1[to the gale]>1 Blow till thou burst thy wind--if
room enough !
  <1`ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND,>1
  <1GONZALO, and others' come on deck.>1
<1Alonso.>1 Good bos'n, have care, Where's the master?
Play the men.
<1Boatswain.>1  I pray now, keep below.
<1Antonio.>1 Where is the master, bos'n?
<1Boatswain.>1  Do you not hear him? You mar our labour.
Keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.
<1Gonzalo.>1  Nay, good, be patient.
<1Boatswain.>1  When the sea is...Hence!
What care these roarers for the name of king?
To cabin...silence...trouble us not!
<1Gonzalo.>1  Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
<1Boatswain.>1  None that I more love than myself...You are
a Councillor--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.
  <1[he runs forward>1
<1Gonzalo [his speech interrupted as the ship pitches].>1  I have
great comfort from this fellow...Methinks he hath no
drowning mark upon him, his complexion is perfect gal-
  lows...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.
  <1BOATSWAIN comes aft>1 : <1courtiers retreat before him>1
  <1to their cabins.>1
  <1Boatswain.>1 Down with the topmast...yare, lower,
  lower! bring her to try with main-course.... [`A <1cry' is>1
  <1heard below].>1  A plague upon this howling...they are
  louder than the weather, or our office...
  <1SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO return.>1
  Yet again? What do you here? Shall we give o'er and
  drown? Have you a mind to sink?
  <1Sebastian.>1 A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphe-
  mous, incharitable dog!
  <1Boatswain.>1 Work you, then.  <1[he turns from them>1
  <1Antonio.>1 Hang, cur; hang, you whoreson, insolent
  noise-maker! we are less afraid to be drowned than
  thou art.
  <1Gonzalo.>1 I'll warrant him for drowning,though the ship
  were no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky as an un-
  staunched wench.
<1Boatswain [shouting].>1 Lay her a-hold, a-hold!  Set her
two courses. Off to sea again! lay her off!
<1The ship strikes.  Fireballs flame along the rigging and>1
  <1from beak to stern.  `Enter mariners wet.'>1
<1Mariners.>1  All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
<1Boatswain [slowly pulling out a bottle>1].>1 What, must
our mouths be cold ?
<1Gonzalo.>1 The king and prince at prayers. Let's
  assist them,
For our case is as theirs.
<1Sebastian.  I>1 am out of patience.
<1Antonio.>1  We are merely cheated of our lives by
  drunkards--
This wide-chopped rascal--would thou mightst lie
  drowning
The washing of ten tides!
<1Gonzalo.>1  He'll be hanged yet,
Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at wid'st to glut him.
<1'A confused noise' below>1  Mercy on us!--
We split, we split!--Farewell, my wife and children!--
Farewell, brother !--We split, we split, we split!
<1Antonio.>1 Let's all sink wi' th' king.
<1Sebastian.>1  Let's take leave of him. <1[they go below>1
<1Gonzalo.>1 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!
<1A crowd bursts upon deck, making for the ship's side, in the>1
<1glare of the fireballs.>1  Of a <1sudden these are quenched.  A loud>1
<1cry of many voices.>1

[1. 2.]  <1The Island. A green plat of undercliff, approached by>1
<1a path descending through a grove of lime-trees alongside the>1
<1upper cliff, in the face of which is the entrance of a tall cave,>1
<1curtained.  MIRANDA, gazing out to sea>1 : <1PROSPERO, in>1
<1wizard's mantle and carrying a staff, comes from the cave.>1
<1Miranda [turning].>1  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 pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek,
Dashes the fire out....O! I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer: A brave vessel,
  <1[in a whisper>1
(Who had no doubt some noble creature in her!)
Dashed all to pieces: <1[sobbing]>1 O the cry did knock
Against my very heart...poor souls, they perished....
  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 swallowed, and
  The fraughting souls within her.
  <1Prospero.>1  Be collected,
  No more amazement: Tell your piteous heart
  There's no harm done.
  <1Miranda.>1  O woe the day !
  <1Prospero.>1  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.
  <1Miranda [her eyes on the sea again].>1  More to know
  Did never meddle with my thoughts.
<1Prospero.>1  'Tis time
I should inform thee farther: Lend thy hand
And pluck my magic garment from me...So,
  <1[he lays aside his mantle>1
Lie there my art: Wipe thou thine eyes, have comfort,
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touched
The very virtue of compassion in thee...
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely ordered, that there is no soil,
No, 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 farther.
<1Miranda.>1  You have often
Begun to tell me what I am, but stopped,
And left me to a bootless inquisition,
Concluding,  ` Stay:  not  yet.'
<1Prospero.>1  The hour's now come,
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear,
Obey, and be attentive....
  <1[he sits on a bench of rock, Miranda beside>1 him
  Canst thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
Out three years old.
<1Miranda.>1  Certainly sir, I can.
<1Prospero.>1  By what? by any other house, or person?
Of any thing the image, tell me, that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.
<1Miranda.>1  'Tis far off...
And rather like a dream, than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants...Had I not
Four--or five--women once, that tended me?
<1Prospero.>1  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 remembrest aught ere thou cam'st here,
  How thou cam'st here thou mayst.
  <1Miranda.>1  But that I do not.
  <1Prospero.>1 Twelve year since--Miranda--twelve year since,
  Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
  A prince of power...
  <1Miranda.>1  Sir, are not you my father?
  <1Prospero.>1 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.
  <1Miranda.>1  O the heavens,
  What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
  Or blesse/d was't we did?
  <1Prospero.>1  Both, both, my girl....
  By foul play--as thou sayst--were we heaved thence,
  But blessedly holp hither.
  <1Miranda.>1  O my heart bleeds
  To think o'th' teen that I have turned you to,
  Which is from my remembrance. Please you, farther...
  <1Prospero.>1 My brother, and thy uncle, called Antonio...
  I pray thee mark me, that a brother should
  Be so perfidious...he, whom next thyself
  Of all the world I loved, and to him put
  The manage of my state, as at that time
  Through all the signories 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 rapt in secret studies.  Thy false uncle--
Dost thou attend me?
<1Miranda [recalling her eyes from the sea].>1  Sir, most
  heedfully.
<1Prospero.>1  Being once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them: who t'advance, and who
To trash for over-topping; new created
The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,
Or else new formed 'em; having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts i'th' state
To what tune pleased his ear, that now he was
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
And sucked my verdure out on't: Thou attend'st not!
<1Miranda [guiltily].>1  O good sir, I do.
<1Prospero.>1  I pray thee mark me...
I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that which, but by being so retired,
O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
Awaked 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 lorded,
Not only with what my reve/nue yielded,
But what my power might else exact....like one,
Who having minted truth by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie, he did believe
He was indeed the duke, out o'th' substitution
And executing th'outward face of royalty
With all prerogative: Hence his ambition growing...
Dost thou hear?
<1Miranda.>1  Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
<1Prospero.>1 To have no screen between this part he played
And him he played it for, he needs will be
Absolute Milan--m e (poor man) my library
  Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties
  He thinks me now incapable.... confederates
  (So dry he was for sway) wi' th' King of Naples
  To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
  Subject his ' coronet' to his ' crown,' and bend
  The dukedom yet unbowed (alas, poor Milan !)
  To most ignoble stooping.
  <1Miranda.>1  O the heavens!
  <1Prospero.>1  Mark his condition, and th'event,then tell me,
  If this might be a brother.
  <1Miranda.>1  I should sin
  To think but nobly of my grandmother,
  Good wombs have borne bad sons.
  <1Prospero.>1  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'th' premises
  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 honours, on my brother: Whereon,
  A treacherous army levied, one midnight,
  Fated to th' purpose, did Antonio open
  The gates of Milan, and i'th' dead of darkness
  The ministers for th' purpose hurried thence
  Me--and thy crying self.
  <1Miranda [her tears falling again].>1 Alack, for pity:
  I not remembring how I cried out then
  Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint
  That wrings mine eyes to't.
  <1Prospero.>1  Hear a little further
And then I'll bring thee to the present business
Which now's upon's: without the which, this story
Were most impertinent.
<1Miranda.>1  Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?
<1Prospero.>1  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
With colours fairer painted their foul ends....
  <1[hefalters and proceeds swiftly>1
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast, the very rats
Instinctively have quit it: There they hoist us
To cry to th' sea, that roared to us; to sigh
To th' winds, whose pity sighing back again
Did us but loving wrong.
<1Miranda.>1  Alack, what trouble
Was I then to you!
<1Prospero.>1  O, a cherubin
Thou wast that did preserve me; thou didst smile,
Infuse/d with a fortitude from heaven--
When 1 have decked the sea with drops full salt,
Under my burden groaned--which raised in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.
<1Miranda.>1  How came we ashore?
<1Prospero.>1 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 gentleness,
Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
<1Miranda.>1  Would I might
But ever see that man.
<1Prospero.>1  Now I arise,
  Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow...
  <1[he resumes his mantle>1
  Here in this island we arrived, and here
  Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
  Than other princess' can, that have more time
  For vainer hours--and tutors not so careful.
  <1Miranda.>1 Heaven thank you for't.... <1[she kisses>1 him]
  And now I pray you sir--
  For still 'tis beating in my mind--your reason
  For raising this sea-storm?
  <1Prospero.>1  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 questions.
  Thou art inclined to sleep... <1[at a pass of his hands, her>1
  <1eyes close and presently she sleeps]>1 'tis a good dulness,
  And give it way... I know thou canst not choose...
  <1He traces a magic circle on the grass>1
  Come away, servant, come; I am ready now,
  Approach my Ariel.... <1[he lifts his staff]>1 Come!

  <1ARIEL appears aloft.>1
<1Ariel.>1  All hail, great master, grave sir, hail: I come
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire...to ride
On the curled clouds, <1[alighting and bowing]>1 to thy
  strong bidding task
Ariel, and all his quality.
<1Prospero.>1  Hast thou, spirit,
Performed to point the tempest that I bade thee?
<1Ariel.>1 To every article....
I boarded the king's ship: now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flamed amazement. Sometime I'ld divide
And burn in many places; on the topmast,
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet, and join; Jove's lightning, the precursors
O'th' dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.
<1Prospero.>1  My brave spirit!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason?
<1Ariel.>1  Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad, and played
Some tricks of desperation; all but mariners
Plunged in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel;
Then all afire with me the king's son Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring---then like reeds, not hair--
Was the first man that leaped ; cried, ' Hell
  is empty,
And all the devils are here.'
<1Prospero.>1  Why, that's my spirit:
But was not this nigh shore?
<1Ariel.>1  Close by, my master.
<1Prospero.>1 But are they, Ariel, safe?
<1Ariel.>1  Not a hair perished:
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,
  In troops I have dispersed 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.  <1[mimics>1
  <1Prospero.>1  Of the king's ship,
  The mariners, say, how thou hast disposed,
  And all the rest o'th' fleet?
  <1Ariel.>1  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-vexed Bermoothes, there she's hid;
  The mariners all under hatches stowed,
  Who, with a charm joined to their suff'red labour,
  I have left asleep: and for the rest o'th' fleet,
  Which I dispersed, they all have met again,
  And are upon the Mediterranean flote
  Bound sadly home for Naples,
  Supposing that they saw the king's ship wrecked,
  And his great person perish.
  <1Prospero.>1  Ariel, thy charge
  Exactly is performed; but there's more work:
  What is the time o'th' day?
  <1Ariel.>1  Past the mid season.
  <1Prospero [glancing at the sun].>1 At least two glasses...The
  time 'twixt six and now,
  Must by us both be spent most preciously.
<1Ariel [mutinous].>1  Is there more toil? Since thou dost
  give me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
Which is not yet performed me.
<1Prospero.>1  How now? moody?
What is't thou canst demand?
<1Ariel.>1  My liberty.
<1Prospero.>1 Before the time be out? no more...
  <1[lifting his staff>1
<1Ariel.>1  I prithee,
Remember I have done thee worthy service,
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, served
Without or grudge or grumblings; thou didst promise
To bate me a full year.
<1Prospero.>1  Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
<1Ariel.>1  No.
<1Prospero.>1 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'th'earth
When it is baked with frost.
<1Ariel.  I>1 do not, sir.
<1Prospero.>1 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?
<1Ariel.>1  No, sir.
<1Prospero.>1  Thou hast. Where was she born? speak:
  tell me...  260
<1Ariel.>1  Sir, in Argier.
<1Prospero.>1  O, was she so? I must
Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forget'st....This damned witch, Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier
Thou know'st was banished: for one thing she did
They would not take her life...Is not this true?
<1Ariel.>1 Ay, sir.
<1Prospero.>1 This blue-eyed hag was hither brought
  with child,
  And here was left by th' sailors; thou, my slave,
  As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant,
  And for thou wast a spirit too delicate
  To act her earthy and abhorred 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
  Imprisoned, thou didst 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 island,
  (Save for the son that she did litter here,
  A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honoured with
  A human shape.
  <1Ariel.>1  Yes: Caliban her son.
  <1Prospero.>1  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 damned, which Sycorax
  Could not again undo: it was mine art,
  When I arrived, and heard thee, that made gape
  The pine, and let thee out.
  <1Ariel.>1  I thank thee master.
  <1Prospero.>1  If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak,
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou hast howled away twelve winters.
<1Ariel.>1  Pardon, master.
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spriting gently.
<1Prospero.>1  Do so: and after two days
I will discharge thee.
<1Ariel.>1  That's my noble master!
What shall I do? say what? what shall I do?
<1Prospero.>1  Go make thyself like a nymph o'th' sea,
  be subject
To no sight but thine and mine; invisible
To every eye-ball else: go take this shape,
And hither come in't...go...hence
With diligence.
  <1[Ariel vanishes. Prospero stoops over Miranda>1
Awake, dear heart, awake, thou hast slept well,
Awake.
<1Miranda.>1  The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.
<1Prospero.>1  Shake it off...Come on,
We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.  <1[they approach a hole in the rock>1
<1Miranda.>1  'Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on.
<1Prospero.>1  But, as 'tis,
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices
That profit us. . <1.[calling]>1 What ho !  slave !  Caliban!
Thou earth, thou ! speak.
<1Caliban [from the hole].>1  There's wood enough within
<1Prospero.>1  Come forth, I say, there's other business
  for thee:
Come, thou tortoise, when?

  <1ARIEL reappears, 'like a water-nymph.'>1
Fine apparition: my quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear. <1[whispers>1
<1Ariel.>1  My lord, it shall be done. <1[vanishes>1
320  <1Prospero [to Caliban].>1 Thou poisonous slave, got by the
  devil  himself
  Upon thy wicked dam; come forth.
  <1CALIBAN comes from the hole, munching.>1
  <1Caliban.>1  As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed
  With raven's feather from unwholesome fen
  Drop on you both: a south-west blow on ye,
  And blister you all o'er!
  <1Prospero.>1  For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt
  have cramps,
  Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up--urchins
  Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
  All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinched
  As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
  Than bees had made 'em.
  <1Caliban [snarling].>1  I must eat my dinner...
  This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
  Which thou tak'st from me: when thou cam'st first,
  Thou strok'st me, and made 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,
  And showed thee all the qualities o'th'isle,
  The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
  Curst be I that did so! All the charms
  Of Sycorax: toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
  For I 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'th'island.
<1Prospero.>1  Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness:  I have used thee--
Filth--as thou art !--with human care, and lodged thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.
<1Caliban.>1 O ho, O ho ! would't had been done!
Thou didst prevent me--I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.
<1Miranda.>1  Abhorre/d 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
One thing or other: when thou didst not--savage!----
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endowed thy purposes
With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in't which
  good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confined into this rock,
Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
<1Caliban.>1  You taught me language, and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse: the red-plague rid you,
For learning me your language.
<1Prospero.>1  Hag-seed, hence...
Fetch us in fuel, and be quick thou'rt best
To answer other business: Shrug'st thou, malice?
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
Fill all thy bones with ache%s, make thee roar,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
<1Caliban [cowering].>1  No, pray thee....

I must obey--his art is of such power,  <1[growls to himself>1
It would control my dam's god Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.
<1Prospero.>1  So, slave, hence !
  <1[Caliban slinks away. Prospero and Mir->1
  <1anda withdraw a little within the cave>1

  <1Music heard: ARIEL "invisible, Playing and singing';>1
  <1FERDINAND following down the cliffpath.>1
  <1ARIEL'S>1 SONG.
  Come unto these yellow sands,
  And then take hands:
  Curtsied when you have, and kissed
  The wild waves whist:
  Foot it featly here and there,
  And sweet sprites bear
  The burthen...Hark!
  Hark!
  <1"Burthen dispersedly.'>1  Bow-wow!
  <1Ariel.>1 The watch-dogs bark:
  <1Burthen.>1  Bow-wow !
  <1Ariel.>1 Hark, hark, 1 hear
  The strain of strutting chanticleer
  Cry--
  <1Burthen.>1 Cockadiddle-dow!
  <1Ferdinand.>1  Where should this music be? i'th'air,
  or th' earth?
  It sounds no more: and sure it waits upon
  Some god o'th'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 followed it---
  Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone....
  No, it begins again.
  <1ARIEL'S>1 SONG.
  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.
  <1Burthen.>1 Ding-dong.
  <1Ariel.>1 Hark! now I hear them--
  Ding-dong bell.
<1Ferdinand.>1  The ditty does remember my drowned
  father.
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes: I hear it now above me.
<1Prospero [leading Mirandafrom the cave].>1 The fringe/d
  curtains of thine eye advance,
And say what thou seest yond.
<1Miranda.>1  What is't? a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about...Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form....But 'tis a spirit.
<1Prospero.>1  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 stained
With grief--that's beauty's canker <1[touching her cheek]>1
  --thou mightst call him
A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find 'em.
<1Miranda [moving forward, under the spell].>1 I might
  call him
A thing divine--for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.
<1Prospero [holding back].>1 It goes on I see,
As my soul prompts it...Spirit, fine spirit, I'll free thee
Within two days for this.
<1Ferdinand [as Miranda confronts him].>1 Most sure,
  the goddess
On whom these airs attend...Vouchsafe my prayer
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--O you wonder!---
  If you be maid, or no?
  <1Miranda.>1  No wonder, sir,
  But certainly a maid.
  <1Ferdinand.>1  My language? heavens...
  I am the best of them that speak this speech,
  Were I but where 'tis spoken.
  <1Prospero [advancing].>1  How? the best?
  What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee?
  <1Ferdinand.>1 A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
  To hear thee speak of Naples...He does hear me,
  And that he does, I weep: myself am Naples,
  Who with mine eyes--never since at ebb--beheld
  The king my father wrecked.
  <1Miranda.>1  Alack, for mercy !
  <1Ferdinand.>1 Yes, faith, and all his lords--the Duke of Milan
  And his brave son being twain.
  <1Prospero [to himself ].>1  The Duke of Milan
  And his more braver daughter could control thee,
  If now 'twere fit to do't...At the first sight
  They have changed eyes...Delicate Ariel,
  I'll set thee free for this.... <1[sternly]>1 A word, good sir.
  I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
<1Miranda.>1 Why speaks my father so ungently? This
Is the third man that e'er I saw...the first,
That e'er I sighed for: pity move my father
To be inclined my way.
<1Ferdinand.>1  O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The queen of Naples.
<1Prospero.>1  Soft, sir, one word more....
They are both in either's powers: but this swift business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light....One word more: I 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.
<1Ferdinand.>1  No, as I am a man.
<1Miranda.>1  There's nothing ill can dwell in such
  a temple.
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't.
<1Prospero [imperatively to Ferdinand].>1  Follow me...
<1[to Miranda]>1 Speak not you for him: he's a traitor...[to
  <1Ferdinand]>1 Come,
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Sea-water shalt thou drink: thy food shall be
The fresh-brook mussels, withered roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled....Follow.
<1Ferdinand.>1  No,
I will resist such entertainment, till
Mine enemy has more power.
  <1['he draws and is charmed from moving'>1
<1Miranda.>1  O dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle, and not fearful.

<1Prospero.>1  What, I say,
My foot my tutor! Put thy sword up traitor,
Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy conscience
Is so possessed with guilt: come, from thy ward,
For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
And make thy weapon drop.
  <1[Ferdinand's sword falls from his hand>1
<1Miranda [plucking his mantle].>1  Beseech you father.
<1Prospero.>1  Hence: hang not on my garments.
<1Miranda.>1  Sir have pity,
  I'll be his surety.
  <1Prospero.>1  Silence: one word more
  Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee: what,
  An advocate for an impostor! <1[as she weeps]>1 Hush:
  Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
  Having seen but him and Caliban...Foolish wench,
  To th' most of men, this is a Caliban,
  And they to him are angels.
  <1Miranda.>1  My affections
  Are then most humble: I have no ambition
  To see a goodlier man.
  <1Prospero [to Ferdinand].>1 Come on, obey:
  Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
  And have no vigour in them.
  <1Ferdinand.>1  So they are:
  My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up...
  My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
  The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats,
  To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
  Might I but through my prison once a day
  Behold this maid: all corners else o'th'earth
  Let liberty make use of...space enough
  Have I in such a prison.
  <1Prospero.>1  It works...[<1to Ferdinand]>1 Come on....
<1[to Ariel]>1  Thou hast done well, fine Ariel...[<1to Ferdinand]>1
  Follow me.
<1[to Ariel]>1 Hark what thou else shalt do me.
<1Miranda.>1  Be of comfort,
My father's of a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted
Which now came from him.
<1Prospero [to Ariel].>1  Thou shalt be as free
As mountain winds; but then exactly do
All points of my command.
<1Ariel.>1  To th' syllable.
<1Prospero [turns again to Ferdinand].>1 Come, follow:
  <1[to Miranda]>1 speak not for him.
  <1They enter the cave.>1

  [2. 1.] <1A forest glade in another part of the Island.>1
<1KING ALONSO lies upon the turf, his face buried in the>1
<1grass>1 : <1GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others stand>1
<1about him>1 : <1SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO converse apart in>1
<1low mocking tones.>1
<1Gonzalo.>1 Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause,
So have we all, of joy; for our escape
Is much beyond our loss; our hint of woe
Is common--every day some sailor's wife,
The masters of some merchant, and the merchant,
have just our theme of woe:  But for the miracle--
I mean our preservation--few in millions
Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort.
<1Alonso [without looking up].>1  Prithee, peace.
<1(Sebastian.>1 He receives comfort like cold porridge.
  <1Antonio.>1 The visitor will not give him o'er so.

<1(Sebastian.>1  Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit--
by and by it will strike.
<1Gonzalo.>1  Sir--
<1(Sebastian.>1  One...tell.
<1Gonzalo.>1 When every grief is entertained that's offered,
Comes to the entertainer--
<1Sebastian [aloud].>1  A dollar.
<1Gonzalo [turning].>1 Dolour comes to him, indeed. You
have spoken truer than you purposed.
  <1Sebastian.>1 You have taken it wiselier than I meant you
  should.
  <1Gonzalo [to the king again].>1 Therefore, my lord,--
  <1antonio.>1 Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue.
  <1Alonso.>1  I prithee, spare.
  <1Gonzalo.>1 Well, I have done: But yet--
  <1(Sebastian.>1 He will be talking.
  <1antonio>1.  Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager,
  first begins to crow?
  <1(Sebastian.>1 The old cock.
  <1(Antonio.>1 The cockerel.
  <1(Sebastian.>1 Done: the wager?
  <1(Antonio.>1 A laughter.
  <1Sebastian.>1 A match !
  <1Adrian.>1 Though this island seem to be desert;--
  <1(Antonio.>1 Ha, ha, ha!
  <1Sebastian.>1 So ! you're paid.
  <1Adrian.->1-uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible ;--
  <1(Sebastian.>1  Yet--
  <1Adrian.->1-yet--
  <1(Antonio.>1 He could not miss't.
  <1Adrian.>1--it must needs be of subtle, tender and delicate
  temperance.
  <1(Antonio.>1 'Temperance' was a delicate wench.
<1(Sebastian.>1 Ay, and a subtle, as he most learnedly de-
livered.
<1Adrian.>1 The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
<1(Sebastian.>1  As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
<1(Antonio.>1  Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.
<1Gonzalo.>1 Here is every thing advantageous to life.
<1(Antonio.>1 True, save means to live.
<1(Sebastian.>1 Of that there's none, or little.
<1Gonzalo.>1 How lush and lusty the grass looks! how
green!
<1(Antonio.>1 The ground, indeed, is tawny.
<1(Sebastian.>1 With an eye of green in't.
<1Antonio.>1 He misses not much.
<1(Sebastian.>1  No: he doth but mistake the truth totally.
<1Gonzalo.>1  But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost-
beyond credit,--
<1(Sebastian.>1 As many vouched rarities are.
<1Gonzalo.>1--that our garments, being, as they were,
drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding their fresh-
ness and glosses, being rather new dyed than stained
with salt water.
  <1Antonio.>1  If but one of his pockets could speak, would
it not say he lies?
<1(Sebastian.>1 Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.
<1Gonzalo.>1 Methinks our garments are now as fresh as
when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of
the king's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.
<1(Sebastian.>1 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper
well in our return.
<1Adrian.>1 Tunis was never graced before with such a
paragon to their queen.
<1Gonzalo.>1 Not since widow Dido's time.
<1Antonio.>1 Widow? a pox o'that: How came that widow
in? Widow Dido!

<1(Sebastian.>1 What if he had said ' widower AEneas' too?
  Good Lord, how you take it!
  <1Adrian.>1 Widow Dido, said you? you make me study of
  that:  She was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
  <1Gonzalo.>1 This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
  <1Adrian.>1  Carthage?
  <1Gonzalo.>1 I assure you, Carthage.
  <1(Antonio.>1  His word is more than the miraculous harp.
  <1(Sebastian.>1 He hath raised the wall, and houses too.
  <1(Antonio.>1 What impossible matter will he make easy
  next?
  <1(Sebastian>1. I think he will carry this island home in
  his pocket, and give it his son for an apple.
  <1Antonio.>1 And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea,
  bring forth more islands.
  <1Gonzalo.>1 Ay.
  <1(Antonio.>1 Why, in good time.
  <1Gonzalo.>1 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.
  <1(Antonio.>1 And the rarest that e'er came there.
  <1(Sebastian.>1 Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
  <1(Antonio.>1 O, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido.
  <1Gonzalo.>1  Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day
  I wore it? I mean, in a sort.
  <1(Antonio.>1 That sort was well fished for.
  <1Gonzalo.>1 When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?
  <1Alonso [sitting up].>1 You cram these words into mine
  ears, against
  The stomach of my sense...Would I had never
  Married my daughter there: for, coming thence,
  My son is lost, and, in my rate, she too,
  Who is so far from Italy removed,
  I ne'er again shall see her...O thou mine heir
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Hath made his meal on thee ?
<1Francisco.>1  Sir, he may live.
I saw him beat the surges under him,
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted
The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oared
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke
To th' shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bowed,
As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt
He came alive to land.
<1Alonso.>1  No, no, he's gone.
<1Sebastian [aloud].>1  Sir, you may thank yourself for this
  great loss,
That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,
But rather loose her to an African,
Where she, at least, is banished from your eye,
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
<1Alonso.>1  Prithee, peace.
<1Sebastian>1. You were kneeled to, and importuned otherwise
By all of us: and the fair soul herself
Weighed between loathness and obedience, at
Which end o'th' beam sh'ould bow...We have lost
  your son,
I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
Moe widows in them of this business' making,
Than we bring men to comfort them:
The fault's your own.
<1Alonso.>1  So is the dear'st o'th' loss.
<1Gonzalo.>1 My lord Sebastian,
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,
And time to speak it in: you rub the sore,
When you should bring the plaster.
<1(Sebastian.>1  Very well.
<1(Antonio.>1  And most chirurgeonly.
  <1Gonzalo.>1 It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
  When you are cloudy.
  <1(Sebastian.>1  Fowl weather?
  <1Antonio.>1  Very foul.
  <1Gonzalo.>1 Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,--
  <1Antonio.>1 He'd sow't with nettle-seed.
  <1(Sebastian.>1  Or docks, or mallows.
  <1Gonzalo.>1 And were the king on't, what would I do?
  <1(Sebastian.>1  'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.
  <1Gonzalo.>1 I'th' commonwealth I would by contraries
  Execute all things: for no kind of traffic
  Would I admit: no name of magistrate:
  Letters should not be known: riches, poverty,
  And use of service--none: contract, succession,
  Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard--none:
  No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:
  No occupation, all men idle, all:
  And women too, but innocent and pure:
  No sovereignty--
  <1(Sebastian.>1  Yet he would be king on't.
  <1(Antonio.>1 The latter end of his commonwealth forgets
  the beginning.
  <1Gonzalo.>1 All things in common nature should produce
  Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,
  Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
  Would I not have: but nature should bring forth,
  Of it own kind, all foison, all abundance,
  To feed my innocent people.
  <1(Sebastian.>1  No marrying-'mong his subjects?
  <1(Antonio.>1  None, man, all idle; whores and knaves...
  <1Gonzalo.>1  I would with such perfection govern, sir,
  T'excel the golden age, and--
<1Sebastian [aloud].>1  'Save his majesty!
<1Antonio.>1  Long live Gonzalo!
<1Gonzalo.>1  Do you mark me, sir?
<1Alonso.>1  Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.
<1Gonzalo>1. 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.
<1Antonio.>1  'Twas you we laughed at.
<1Gonzalo.>1  Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing
to you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.
<1Antonio.>1 What a blow was there given!
<1Sebastian.>1 An it had not fallen flat-long.
<1Gonzalo.>1  You are gentlemen of brave mettle: you would
lift the moon out of her sphere--if she would continue in
it five weeks without changing !
  <1ARIEL appears aloft, 'playing solemn music.'>1
<1Sebastian.>1 We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.

  <1GONZALO turns away.>1
<1Antonio.>1 Nay, good my lord, be not angry.
<1Gonzalo.>1 No, I warrant you. I will not adventure my
discretion so weakly...[<1he lies down]>1 Will you laugh me
asleep, for I am very heavy?
<1Antonio.>1 Go sleep, and hear us.
  <1[all sleep but Alonso, Sebastian and Antonio>1
<1Alonso.>1 What, all so soon asleep? I wish mine eyes
Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts. I find,
They are inclined to do so.
<1Sebastian.>1  Please you, sir,
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.
<1Antonio.>1  We two, my lord,
Will guard your person, while you take your rest,
And watch your safety.
<1Alonso.>1  Thank you...wondrous heavy.
  <1[Alonso sleeps. Ariel vanishes>1
<1Sebastian.>1 What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
<1Antonio.>1 It is the quality o'th' climate.
<1Sebastian.>1  Why
Doth it not then our eyelids sink?  I find not
Myself disposed to sleep.
<1Antonio.>1  Nor I. My spirits are nimble:
  They fell together all, as by consent;
  They dropped--as by a thunder-stroke...[<1in a whisper,>1
  <1pointing at the sleepers]>1 What might,
  Worthy Sebastian? O, what might? No more...
  And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,
  What thou shouldst be: th'occasion speaks thee, and
  My strong imagination sees a crown
  Dropping upon thy head.
  <1Sebastian.>1  What ! art thou waking?
  <1Antonio.>1  Do you not hear me speak?
  <1Sebastian.>1  I do, and surely
  It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st
  Out of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say?
  This is a strange repose, to be asleep
  With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving...
  And yet so fast asleep.
  <1Antonio.>1  Noble Sebastian,
  Thou let'st thy fortune sleep...die rather...wink'st
  Whiles thou art waking.
  <1Sebastian.>1  Thou dost snore distinctly,
  There's meaning in thy snores.
  <1Antonio.>1  I am more serious than my custom: you
  Must be so too, if heed me: which to do,
Trebles thee o'er.
<1Sebastian.>1  Well: I am standing water.
<1Antonio.>1  I'll teach you how to flow.
<1Sebastian.>1  Do so: to ebb
Hereditary sloth instructs me.
<1Antonio.>1  O!
If you but knew how you the purpose cherish
Whiles thus you mock it: how, in stripping it,
You more invest it: ebbing men, indeed,--
Most often--do so near the bottom run
By their own fear, or sloth.
<1Sebastian.>1  Prithee, say on.
The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.
<1Antonio [points to Conzalo].>1  Thus, sir:
Although this lord of weak remembrance; this,
Who shall be of as little memory
When he is earthed, hath here almost persuaded--
For he's a spirit of persuasion, only
Professes to persuade--the king his son's alive,
'Tis as impossible that he's undrowned,
As he that sleeps here swims.
<1Sebastian.>1  I have no hope
That he's undrowned.
<1Antonio.>1  O, out of that ' no hope'
What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is
Another way so high an hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with me
That Ferdinand is drowned?
<1Sebastian.>1  He's gone.
<1Antonio.>1  Then, tell me,
Who's the next heir of Naples?
<1Sebastian.>1  Claribel.
<1Antonio.>1 She that is queen of Tunis: she that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man's life: she that from Naples
Can have no note--unless the sun were post:
The man i'th' moon's too slow--till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable: she that...from whom
We were all sea-swallowed, though some cast again,
And that by destiny---to perform an act,
  Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come,
  In yours and my discharge.
  <1Sebastian.>1  What stuff is this? How say you?
  'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis,
  So is she heir of Naples--'twixt which regions
  There is some space.
  <1Antonio.>1  A space whose every cubit
  Seems to cry out, 'How shall that Claribel
  Measure us back to Naples?  Keep in Tunis,
  And let Sebastian wake'....Say, this were death
  That now hath seized them--why, they were no worse
  Than now they are:  There be that can rule Naples,
  As well as he that sleeps: lords, that can prate
  As amply and unnecessarily
  As this Gonzalo: I myself could make
  A chough of as deep chat:  O, that you bore
  The mind that I do; what a sleep were this
  For your advancement!  Do you understand me?
  <1Sebastian.>1 Methinks I do.
  <1Antonio.>1  And how does your content
  Tender your own good fortune?
  <1Sebastian.>1  I remember
  You did supplant your brother Prospero.
  <1Antonio.>1  True:
  And look how well my garments sit upon me,
  Much feater than before: my brother's servants
Were then my fellows, now they are my men.
<1Sebastian.>1  But, for your conscience?
<1Antonio.>1 Ay, sir: where lies that? if 'twere a kibe,
'Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not
This deity in my bosom...Twenty consciences,
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,
And melt ere they molest...Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon.
If he were that which now he's like--<1[sinks his voice]>1
  that's dead--
Whom I with this obedient steel--<1[touching his dagger]>1
  three inches of it--
Can lay to bed for ever...whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel...[<1pointing to Gonzalo]>1 this Sir
  Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course...For all the rest,
They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk--
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.
<1Sebastian.>1  Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent: as thou got'st Milan,
I'll come by Naples...Draw thy sword.  One stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou payest,
And I the king shall love thee.
<1Antonio.>1  Draw together:
  <1[they unsheath swords>1
And when I rear my hand, do you the like
To fall it on Gonzalo.
<1Sebastian.>1  O, but one word.
  <1[they talk apart>1

  <1'Music.' ARIEL appears again, unseen by them,>1
  <1and bends over GONZALO.>1
<1Ariel.>1 My master through his art foresees the danger,
That you--his friend--are in, and sends me forth,
(For else his project dies) to keep them living.
  <1['sings in Gonzalo's ear'>1
  While you here do snoring lie,
  Open-eyed  conspiracy
  His time doth take:
  If of life you keep a care,
  Shake off slumber, and beware....
  Awake !  Awake !
  <1Antonio.>1 Then let us both be sudden.
  <1Gonzalo [waking].>1 Now, good angels preserve
  the king!
  Why, how now? Ho ! awake ! <1[shaking Alonso,>1
  <1who wakes.>1
  <1Alonso [to Antonio and Sebastian].>1  Why are you drawn?
  Wherefore this ghastly looking?  What's the matter?
  <1Sebastian.>1 Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
  Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
  Like bulls, or rather lions--did't not wake you?
  It struck mine ear most terribly.
  <1Alonso.>1  I heard nothing.
  <1Antonio.>1  O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear;
  To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roar
  Of a whole herd of lions.
  <1Alonso.>1  Heard you this, Gonzalo?
  <1Gonzalo.>1  Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming--
  And that a strange one too--which did awake me...
  I shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes opened,
  I saw their weapons drawn...there was a noise,
  That's verity. 'Tis best we stand upon our guard;
Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.
 <1Alonso.>1 Lead off this ground, and let's make
      further search
For my poor son.
 <1Gonzalo.>1      Heavens keep him from these beasts...
For he is, sure, i'th'island.
 <1Alonso.>1                 Lead away.
 <1Ariel [as the band moves off].>1 Prospero my lord shall
      know what I have done...
So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.         <1[vanishes>1

      [2. 2.] <1A barren upland: the weather lowering.>1
         <1'Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood.>1
                 <1A noise of thunder heard.'>1

 <1Caliban.>1 All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease: <1[lightning]>1 His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse...<1[casts down his burden]>1
      But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i'th' mire,
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle are they set upon me--
Sometime like apes, that mow and chatter at me,
And after bite me: then like hedgehogs which
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mount
Their pricks at my footfall: sometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness...

                  <1Enter TRINCULO.>1

                             Lo, now, lo!
Here comes a spirit of his--and to torment me,
For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat--
Perchance he will not mind me.
  <1[he falls upon his face, so that his gaberdine hides him>1
<1Trinculo [stumbling forward, looking at the sky].>1 Here's
neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all...
  and another storm brewing, I hear it sing i'th' wind:
  yond same black cloud, yond 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: yond
  same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls....[<1trips over>1
  <1Caliban]>1 What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or
  alive? <1[sniffing>1] 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...[<1lifts the gaberdine>1] Legged like a man; and his
  fins like arms...[<1feels the body warily]>1 Warm, o' my
  troth! <1[starts back]>1 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: <1[more thunder]>1 Alas!
  the storm is come again: my best way is to creep under
  his gaberdine: <1[he does so, at the tail end]>1 there is no
  other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with
  strange bed-fellows : <1[pulling the skirt round him]>1 I will
  here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.
  <1'Enter STEPHANO, singing'; a bottle in his hand.>1
  <1Stephano.>1  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.  <1['drinks'>1
<1['sings']>1 The master, the swabber, the bos'n, and I,
  The gunner, and his mate,
  Loved Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
  But none of us cared for Kate....
  For she had a tongue with a tang,
  Would cry to a sailor, 'Go hang':
  She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
  Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch....
  Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.
This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort. <1['drinks'>1
<1Caliban.>1  Do not torment me...O!
<1Stephano.>1 What's the matter? <1[turning]>1 Have we devils
here? Do you put tricks upon's with savages and men
of Ind, ha?  I have not 'scaped 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.
<1Caliban.>1 The spirit torments me...O!
<1Stephano.>1 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.
<1Caliban [showing his face].>1  Do not torment me, prithee:
I'll bring my wood home faster.
<1Stephano.>1 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.  <1[seizing him by the shoulder>1
<1Caliban.>1 Thou dost me yet but little hurt;
Thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling:
Now Prosper works upon thee.
<1Stephano.>1 Come on your ways: <1[thrusting the bottle in>1
<1his face]>1 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...
<1[Caliban drinks]>1 you cannot tell who's your friend; open
your chaps again.
  <1Trinculo.>1 I should know that voice: It should be--but
  he is drowned; and these are devils; O, defend me!
  <1Stephano.>1 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 : <1Come...[Caliban drinks again]>1
  Amen, I will pour some in thy other mouth.
  <1Trinculo.>1  Stephano,--
  <1Stephano [starting back].>1 Doth thy other mouth call
  me? Mercy, mercy! This is a devil, and no monster:
  I will leave him---I have no long spoon.
  <1Trinculo.>1  Stephano...if thou beest Stephano, touch me,
  and speak to me: for I am Trinculo; be not afeard--thy
  good friend Trinculo.
  <1Stephano.>1  If thou beest Trinculo...<1[returns]>1 come forth:
  <1[grips his ankles]>1 I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: <1[Pulls>1
  <1and pauses]>1 if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they:
  <1[spies his face]>1 Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How
  cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he
  vent Trinculos?
  <1Trinculo [staggering to his feet].>1 I took him to be killed
  with a thunder-stroke...But art thou not drowned, Ste-
  phano? I hope now, thou art not drowned: Is the storm
  overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaber-
dine, for fear of the storm: <1[fondling him foolishly]>1 And
art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans
'scaped!
<1Stephano.>1 Prithee do not turn me about, my stomach
is not constant.
<1Caliban.>1 These be fine things, an if they be not sprites:
That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:
I will kneel to him.  <1[he does so>1
<1Stephano.>1 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'er-board--by this bottle! which I made of the bark of
a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast ashore.
<1Caliban [coming forward].>1 I'll swear upon that bottle,
to be thy true subject, for the liquor is not earthly.
<1Stephano.>1  Here: <1[offering Trinculo the bottle]>1 swear then
how thou escapedst.
<1Trinculo.>1 Swam ashore, man, like a duck...I can swim
like a duck, I'll be sworn.
<1Stephano.>1 Here, kiss the book....<1[Trinculo drinks]>1
Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like
a goose <1[snatching the bottle from him].>1
<1Trinculo.>1 O Stephano, hast any more of this?
<1Stephano.>1 The whole butt, man. My cellar is in a rock
by th' sea-side, where my wine is hid...<1[spies Caliban]>1
How now, moon-calf? how does thine ague?
<1Caliban.>1 Hast thou not dropped from heaven?
<1Stephano.>1 Out o'th' moon, I do assure thee.... <1[draining>1
<1the bottle]>1 I was the man i'th' moon, when time was.
<1Caliban [bowing low].>1  I have seen thee in her: and I
  do adore thee:
My mistress showed me thee, and thy dog, and thy bush.
<1Stephano.>1 Come, swear to that: kiss the book...I will
furnish it anon with new 'contents'. Swear.
<1Trinculo.>1  By this good light, this is a very shallow mon-
ster: I afeard of him? a very weak monster...The man i'
  th' moon! a most poor credulous monster...[as <1Caliban>1
  <1sucks at the empty bottle]>1 Well drawn, monster, in good
  sooth.
  <1Caliban.>1  I'll show thee every fertile inch of the island:
  And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee be my god.
  <1Trinculo.>1 By this light, a most perfidious and drunken
  monster. When's god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.
  <1Caliban.>1 I'll kiss thy foot, I'll swear myself thy subject.
  <1Stephano.>1 Come on then: down, and swear.
  <1[Caliban kneels with his back to Trinculo>1
  <1Trinculo.>1 I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-
  headed monster: a most scurvy monster: I could find
  in my heart to beat him--
  <1Stephano.>1 Come, kiss.  <1[Caliban kisses his foot>1
  <1Trinculo.>1 --but that the poor monster's in drink...An
  abominable monster !
  <1Caliban.>1 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.
  <1Trinculo.>1 A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder
  of a poor drunkard!
  <1Caliban.>1 I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
  And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts;
  Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how
  To snare the nimble marmozet: I'll bring thee
  To clustring filberts, and sometimes I'll get thee
  Young scamels from the rock: Wilt thou go with me?
  <1Stephano.>1 I prithee now, lead the way, without any
  more talking....Trinculo, the king and all our company
else being drowned, we will inherit here: <1[to Caliban]>1
Here; b ear my bottle: <1[clutching at Trinculo's arm]>1 Fellow
Trinculo; we'll fill him by and by again.
<1Caliban [' sings drunkenly '].>1  Farewell master; farewell,
  farewell.
<1Trinculo.>1 A howling monster: a drunken monster.
<1Caliban.>1 No more dams I'll make for fish,
  Nor fetch in firing
  At requiring,
  Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish,
  'Ban 'Ban, Ca-Caliban
  Has a new master--get a new man.
Freedom, high-day !  high-day, freedom!  freedom, high-
  day, freedom !
<1Stephano.>1  O brave monster; lead the way. <1[they reel off>1

[3. 1.] <1Before Prospero s cell: 'FERDINAND, bearing a log.'>1
  <1Ferdinand.>1 There be some sports are painful; and
  their labour
Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends...This my mean task
Would be as heavy to me as odious, but
The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours--pleasures...O, she is
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed;
And he's composed of harshness....<1[he sits]>1 I must remove
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction; my sweet mistress
Weeps, when she sees me work, and says, such baseness
Had never like executor...<1[rising to continue]>1 I forget...
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours--
Most busie lest, when I doe it.

<1MIRANDA comes from the cave; PROSPERO, behind her,>1
  <1stands at the door, unseen.>1
<1Miranda.>1  Alas, now pray you,
Work not so hard: I would the lightning had
Burnt up those logs that you are enjoined to pile:
Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns,
'Twill weep for having wearied you...My father
  Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself--
  He's safe for these three hours.
  <1Ferdinand.>1  O most dear mistress,
  The sun will set before I shall discharge
  What I must strive to do.
  <1Miranda.>1  If you'll sit down,
  I'll bear your logs the while: pray give me that,
  I'll carry it to the pile.
  <1Ferdinand.>1  No, precious creature,--
  I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
  Than you should such dishonour undergo,
  While I sit lazy by.
  <1Miranda.>1  It would become me
  As well as it does you; and I should do it
  With much more ease: for my good will is to it,
  And yours it is against.
  <1(Prospero.>1  Poor worm thou art infected,
  This visitation shows it.
  <1Miranda.>1  You look wearily.
  <1Ferdinand.>1 No, noble mistress, 'tis fresh morning
  with me
  When you are by at night: I do beseech you--
  Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers--
  What is your name?
  <1Miranda.>1  Miranda,--O my father,
  I have broke your hest to say so!

<1Ferdinand.>1  Admired Miranda!
Indeed the top of admiration, worth
What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I have eyed with best regard, and many a time
Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
Have I liked several women--never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed,
And put it to the foil....But you, O you,
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.
<1Miranda.>1  I do not know
One of my sex; no woman's face remember,-
Save, from my glass, mine own: nor have I seen
More that I may call men than you, good friend,
And my dear father: how features are abroad,
I am skilless of; but, by my modesty--  <1[faltering>1
The jewel in my dower--I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of...But I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
I therein do forget.
<1Ferdinand.>1  I am, in my condition,
A prince, Miranda---I do think, a king,
(I would not so!) and would no more endure
This wooden slavery, than to suffer
The flesh-fly blow my mouth...Hear my soul speak...
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service, there resides
To make me slave to it, and for your sake
Am I this patient log-man.
<1Miranda.>1  Do you love me?
<1Ferdinand.>1 O heaven, O earth, bear witness to
  this sound,
And crown what I profess with kind event
  If I speak true...if hollowly, invert
  What best is boded me to mischief...I,
  Beyond all limit of what else i'th' world,
  Do love, prize, honour you.
  <1Miranda.>1  I am a fool
  To weep at what I am glad of.
  <1(Prospero.>1  Fair encounter
  Of two most rare affections: heavens rain grace
  On that which breeds between 'em!
  <1Ferdinand.>1  Wherefore weep you?
  <1Miranda.>1 At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
  What I desire to give; and much less take
  What I shall die to want...But this is trifling--
  And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
  The bigger bulk it shows....Hence bashful cunning,
  And prompt me plain and holy innocence....
  I am your wife, if you will marry me;
  If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow
  You may deny me, but I'll be your servant,
  Whether you will or no.
  <1Ferdinand (kneeling].>1  My mistress,--dearest!
  And I thus humble ever.
  <1Miranda.>1  My husband then?
  <1Ferdinand.>1 Ay, with a heart as willing
  As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.
  <1Miranda.>1 And mine, with my heart in't; and now
  farewell
  Till half an hour hence.
  <1Ferdinand.>1  A thousand! thousand!
  <1[Miranda pursues her way: Ferdinand goes to fetch>1
  <1more logs>1
<1Prospero.>1 So glad of this as they I cannot be,
Who are surprised with all; but my rejoicing
At nothing can be more. I'll to my book,
For yet, ere supper time, must I perform
Much business appertaining.  <1[he turns back into his cell>1

[3. 2.] <1A cove by the sea: on one side the land slopes gently>1
<1down to the shore, on the other are cliffs with a little>1
<1cave. STEPHANO, TRINCULO and CALIBAN sit by the>1
<1entrance to the cave, drinking.>1
<1Stephano.>1 Tell not me--- when the butt is out we will
drink water, not a drop before; therefore bear up, and
board 'em.  Servant-monster, drink to me.
<1Trinculo.>1 Servant-monster! <1[pledges Stephano]>1 The
Sophy of this island! They say there's but five upon this
isle; we are three of them--if th'other two be brained
like us, the state totters.
<1Stephano.>1  Drink servant-monster when I bid thee. Thy
eyes are almost set in thy head.
<1Trinculo.>1 Where should they be set else? he were a
brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.
<1Stephano.>1 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.
<1Trinculo.>1 Your lieutenant if you list--he's no standard.
<1Stephano.>1 We'll not run. Monsieur Monster.
<1Trinculo.>1 Nor go neither: but you'll lie, like dogs, and
yet say nothing neither.
<1Stephano.>1 Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou
beest a good moon-calf.
<1Caliban.>1 How does thy honour?  Let me lick thy shoe:
I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.
<1Trinculo.>1 Thou liest, most ignorant monster, I am in
case to justle a constable: Why, thou debauched fish
thou, was there ever a man a coward, that hath drunk so
much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie,
being but half a fish, and half a monster?
  <1Caliban.>1 Lo how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my
  lord?
  <1Trinculo.>1 'Lord,' quoth he! that a monster should be
  such a natural!
  <1Caliban.>1 Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I prithee.
  <1Stephano.>1 Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head:
  if you prove a mutineer,--the next tree! The poor mon-
  ster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.
  <1Caliban.>1  I thank my noble lord....Wilt thou be pleased
  To hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?
  <1Stephano.>1 Marry will I: kneel and repeat it. I will stand,
  and so shall Trinculo.
  <1[Caliban kneels, Stephano and Trinculo totter to their feet>1
  ' <1Enter ARIEL, invisible.'>1
  <1Caliban.>1  As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant--
  A sorcerer, that by his cunning hath
  Cheated me of the island.
  <1Ariel.>1  Thou liest.
  <1Caliban [turning on Trinculo].>1 Thou liest, thou jesting
  monkey,  thou:
  I would, my valiant master would destroy thee....
  I do not lie.
  <1Stephano.>1 Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's
  tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.
  <1Trinculo.>1 Why, I said nothing.
  <1Stephano.>1 Mum then, and no more: <1[to Caliban]>1 Proceed.
  <1Caliban.  I>1 say, by sorcery, he got this isle--
  From me he got it. If thy greatness will
Revenge it on him--for I know thou dar'st,
But this thing dare not--
<1Stephano.>1  That's most certain.
<1Caliban.>1 Thou shalt be lord of it, and I will serve thee.
<1Stephano.>1 How now shall this be compassed? Canst
thou bring me to the party?
<1Caliban.>1 Yea, yea, my lord, I'll yield him thee asleep,
Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.
<1Ariel.>1 Thou liest, thou canst not.
<1Caliban.>1 What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy patch!
I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows,
And take his bottle from him: when that's gone,
He shall drink nought but brine, for I'll not show him
Where the quick freshes are.
<1Stephano.>1 Trinculo, run into no further danger: inter-
rupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand,
I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish
of thee.
<1Trinculo.>1 Why, what did I? I did nothing: I'll go
further off.
<1Stephano.>1 Didst thou not say he lied?
<1Ariel.>1 Thou liest.
<1Stephano.>1 Do I so? take thou that <1[strikes him].>1 As you
like this, give me the lie another time.
<1Trinculo.>1  I did not give the lie: Out of your wits, and
  hearing too ?
A pox o'your bottle! this can sack, and drinking do:
a murrain on your monster, and the devil take your
fingers!
<1Caliban.>1  Ha, ha, ha!
<1Stephano.>1 Now, forward with your tale...
Prithee stand further off.  <1[threatening Trinculo>1
<1Cadiban.>1 Beat him enough: after a little time,
I'll beat him too.
<1Stephano.>1  Stand further: Come, proceed
<1Caliban.>1 Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom
  with him
I'th'afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him,
Having first seized his books: or with a log
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
  Or cut his wezand with thy knife....Remember,
  First to possess his books; for without them
  He's but a sot, as I am; nor hath not
  One spirit to command: they all do hate him,
  As rootedly as I. Burn but his books.
  He has brave utensils--for so he calls them--
  Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal.
  And that most deeply to consider, is
  The beauty of his daughter....he himself
  Calls her a nonpareil: I never saw a woman,
  But only Sycorax my dam and she;
  But she as far surpasseth Sycorax,
  As great'st does least.
  <1Stephano.>1  Is it so brave a lass?
  <1Caliban.>1 Ay lord, she will become thy bed, I warrant,
  And bring thee forth brave brood.
  <1Stephano.>1 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?
  <1Trinculo.>1  Excellent:
  <1Stephano.>1 Give me thy hand--I am sorry I beat thee:
  but, while thou liv'st, keep a good tongue in thy head
  <1Caliban.>1 Within this half hour will he be asleep.
  Wilt thou destroy him then?
  <1Stephano.>1  Ay, on mine honour.
  <1Ariel.>1 This will I tell my master.
  <1Caliban.>1 Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure,
Let us be jocund....Will you troll the catch
You taught me but while-ere?
<1Stephano.>1 At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any
reason: Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.  <1[' sings'>1
  Flout'em, and cout'em: and scout'em, and flout'em,
  Thought is free.
<1Caliban.>1 That's not the tune.

  <1'ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and pipe.'>1
<1Stephano.>1 What is this same?
<1Trinculo [staring about him].>1 This is the tune of our
catch, played by the picture of Nobody.
<1Stephano [shakes his fist].>1 lf thou beest a man, show thy-
self in thy likeness: if thou beest a devil, take't as thou list.
<1Trinculo [maudlin].>1  O forgive me my sins!
<1Stephano.>1 He that dies, pays all debts: I defv thee; <1[his>1
<1courage suddenly ebbing]>1 Mercy upon us!
<1Caliban.>1 Art thou afeard?
<1Stephano.>1  No, monster, not I.
<1Caliban.>1 Be not afeard--the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not:
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again---and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again.
<1Stephano.>1 This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where
I shall have my music for nothing.
<1Caliban.>1 When Prospero is destroyed.
<1Stephano.>1 That shall b e by and by: I remember the story.
<1Trinculo.>1 The sound is going away.  Let's follow it, and
after do our work.
<1Stephano.>1 Lead monster, we'll follow:  I would I could
see this taborer--he lays it on.
150  <1Trinculo.>1 Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.
  <1[they follow Ariel up the cove>1

  [3. 3.] <1The lime-grove above Prospero's cave, close to the>1
  <1summit of the cliff. ALONSO and his train, tired and>1
  <1dejected, wend their way through the trees; GONZALO lags>1
  <1behind.>1
  <1Gonzalo.>1 By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir.
  My old bones ache: here's a maze trod, indeed,
  Through forth-rights and meanders: by your patience,
  I needs must rest me.
  <1Alonso.>1  Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
  Who am myself attached with weariness,
  To th' dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest...
  <1[Alonso, Gonzalo, Adrian and Francisco seat themselves>1
  Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it
  No longer for my flatterer: he is drowned
  Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks
  Our frustrate search on land...well, let him go.
  <1Antonio [standing, with Sebastian, apart from the rest].>1
  I am right glad that he's so out of hope:
  Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
  That you resolved t'effect.
  <1(Sebastian.>1  The next advantage
  Will we take throughly.
  <1Antonio.>1  Let it be to-night,
  For, now they are oppressed with travel, they
  Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance
  As when they are fresh.
  <1(Sebastian.  I>1 say, to-night: no more.

  <1'Solemn and strange music: and PROSPER on the top>1
  <1invisible.'>1
<1Alonso.>1 What harmony is this? my good friends, hark!
<1Gonzalo.>1  Marvellous sweet music!
<1'Enter several strange shapes, bringing in a banquet; and>1
<1dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and, in->1
<1viting the king, &c. to eat, they depart.'>1
<1Alonso.>1 Give us kind keepers, heavens: what were these?
<1Sebastian.>1 A living drollery: now I will believe
That there are unicorns: that in Arabia
There is one tree, the phcenix' throne, one phoenix
At this hour reigning there.
<1Antonio.>1  I'll believe both:
And what does else want credit, come to me,
And I'll be sworn 'tis true: travellers ne'er did lie,
Though fools at home condemn 'em.
<1Gonzalo.>1  If in Naples
I should report this now, would they believe me?
If I should say, I saw such islanders,---
For, certes, these are people of the island,
Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet note
Their manners are more gentle-kind, than of
Our human generation you shall find
Many, nay, almost any.
<1(Prospero.>1  Honest lord,
Thou hast said well: for some of you there present...
Are worse than devils.
<1Alonso.>1  I cannot too much muse
Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing--
Although they want the use of tongue--a kind
Of excellent dumb discourse.
<1(Prospero [smiling grimly].>1  Praise in departing.
  <1Francisco.>1 They vanished strangely.
  <1Sebastian.>1  No matter, since
  They have left their viands behind; for we have
  stomachs.  ...
  <1[Sebastian surveys the banquet hungrily>1
  Will't please you taste of what is here?
  <1Alonso.>1  Not I.
  <1Gonzalo.>1 Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we
  were boys,
  Who would believe that there were mountaineers,
  Dew-lapped like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em
  Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men
  Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find
  Each putter-out of five for one will bring us
  Good warrant of.
  <1Alonso.>1  I will stand to, and feed,
  Although my last--no matter, since I feel
  The best is past...Brother: my lord the duke,
  Stand to and do as we.
  <1[Alonso, Sebastian and Antonio seat themselves>1
  <1"Thunder and lightning.  Enter ARIEL like a harpy; claps>1
  <1his wings upon the table, and, with a quaint device, the>1
  <1banquet vanishes.'>1
  <1Ariel.>1 You are three men of sin, whom destiny,
  That hath to instrument this lower world
  And what is in't, the never-surfeited sea
  Hath caused to belch up you; and on this island,
  Where man doth not inhabit, you 'mongst men
  Being most unfit to live. <1[the three draw their swords]>1
  I have made you mad;
  And even with such-like valour men hang and drown
  Their proper selves: <1[they make to attack, but are charmed>1
  <1from moving]>1 You fools! I and my fellows
Are ministers of fate. The elements,
Of whom your swords are tempered, may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemocked-at stabs
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
One dowle that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers
Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
Your swords are now too massy for your strengths,
And will not be uplifted...But, remember
(For that's my business to you!) that you three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
Exposed unto the sea--which hath requit it!--
Him, and his innocent child: for which foul deed
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
Incensed the seas and shores--yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace...Thee of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me,
Ling'ring perdition (worse than any death
Can be at once!) shall step by step attend
You, and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from--
Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
Upon your heads--is nothing but heart's sorrow,
And a clear life ensuing.
<1'He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter the>1
<1shapes again, and dance, with mocks and mows, and>1
<1carrying out the table.'>1
<1(Prospero.>1  Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
Performed, my Ariel,--a grace it had, devouring:
Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated
In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life
And observation strange, my meaner ministers
Their several kinds have done: my high charms work,
And these, mine enemies, are all knit up
In their distractions: they now are in my power;
And in these fits I leave them, whilst I visit
Young Ferdinand--whom they suppose is drowned--
And mine and his loved darling.  <1[he departs>1
<1Gonzalo.>1  I'th' name of something holy, sir, why
  stand you
In this strange stare?
<1Alonso.>1  O, it is monstrous, monstrous!
Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it,
The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced
The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass.
  Therefore my son i'th'ooze is bedded; and
  I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded,
  And with him there lie mudded. <1[he rushes towards the sea>1
  <1Sebastian.>1  But one fiend at a time,
  I'll fight their legions o'er.
  <1Antonio.>1  I'll be thy second.
  <1[they move away, distraught, sword in hand>1
  <1Gonzalo.>1 All three of them are desperate: their
  great  guilt,
  Like poison given to work a great time after,
  Now 'gins to bite the spirit: I do beseech you,
  That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly,
  And hinder them from what this ecstasy
  May now provoke them to.
  <1Adrian.>1  Follow, I pray you.
  <1[they pursue the madmen>1

  [4. 1.] <1Before Prospero's cell.  PRGSPERO comes from the>1
  <1cave with FERDINAND and MIRANDA.>1
  <1Prospero.>1 If I have too austerely punished you,
  Your compensation makes amends, for I
  Have given you here a third of mine own life,
  Or that for which I live: who once again
I tender to thy hand...All thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven,
I ratify this my rich gift:  O Ferdinand,
Do not smile at me that I boast hereof,
For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise
And make it halt behind her.
<1Ferdinand.>1  I do believe it
Against an oracle.
<1Prospero.>1 Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition
Worthily purchased, take my daughter: but
If thou dost break her virgin-knot before
All sanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy rite be minist'red,
No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
To make this contract grow; but barren hate,
Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew
The union of your bed with weeds so loathly
That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,
As Hymen's lamp shall light you.
<1Ferdinand.>1  As I hope
For quiet days, fair issue, and long life,
With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den,
The most oppo/rtune place, the strong'st suggestion
Our worser genius can, shall never melt
Mine honour into lust, to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,
When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are foundered,
Or Night kept chained below.
<1Prospero.>1  Fairly spoke;
Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own...
  <1The lovers draw apart and sit together on the bench of>1
  <1rock.  Prospero lifts his staff.>1
What, Ariel; my industrious servant Ariel!

  <1ARIEL appears.>1
<1Ariel.>1 What would my potent master? here I am:
<1Prospero.>1 Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service
Did worthily perform: and I must use you
In such another trick: go, bring the rabble,
(O'er whom I give thee power) here, to this place:
Incite them to quick motion, for I must
  Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
  Some vanity of mine art: it is my promise,
  And they expect it from me.
  <1Ariel.>1  Presentlv?
  <1Prospero.>1 Ay: with a twink.
  <1Ariel.>1  Before you can say 'come' and 'go,'
  And breathe twice; and cry 'so, so',
  Each one, tripping on his toe,
  Will be here with mop and mow....
  Do you love me, master? no?
  <1Prospero.>1 Dearly, my delicate Ariel...Do not approach,
  Till thou dost hear me call.
  <1Ariel.>1  Well: I conceive. <1[vanishes>1
  <1Prospero [turning to Ferdinand].>1 Look thou be true: do
  not give dalliance
  Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw
  To th' fire i'th' blood: be more abstemious,
  Or else good night your vow.
  <1Ferdinand.>1  I warrant you, sir,
  The white cold virgin snow upon my heart
  Abates the ardour of my liver.
  <1Prospero.>1  Well....
  Now come my Ariel.  Bring a corollary,
  Rather than want a spirit; appear, and pertly!
  No tongue...all eyes...be silent.  <1[' soft music'>1

  <1THE MASQUE>1
  <1IRIS appears.>1
<1Iris.>1 Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and pease;
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
And flat meads thatched with stover, them to keep:
Thy banks with pione/d and twille/d brims,
Which spongy April at thy hest betrims--
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy
  broom-groves,
Whose shadow the dismisse/d bachelor loves,
Being lass-lorn; thy poll-clipt vine%yard;
And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,
Where thou thyself dost air--the queen o'th' sky,
Whose watry arch and messenger am I,
Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain:
  <1[Juno's car appears in the sky>1
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

  <1Enter CERES.>1
<1Ceres.>1 Hail, many-coloured messenger, that ne'er
Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter:
who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers
Diffusest honey-drops,  refreshing showers,
And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
My bosky acres, and my unshrubbed down,
Rich scarf to my proud earth...why hath thy queen
Summoned me hither, to this short-grassed green?
<1Iris.>1 A contract of true love to celebrate,
And some donation freely to estate
On the blessed lovers.
<1Ceres.>1  Tell me, heavenly bow,
If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,
Do now attend the queen? since they did plot
The means that dusky Dis my daughter got,
  Her and her blind boy's scandalled company
  I have forsworn.
  <1Iris.>1  Of her society
  Be not afraid: I met her deity
  Cutting the clouds towards Paphos; and her son
  Dove-drawn with her: here thought they to have done
  Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
  Whose vows are, that no bed-rite shall be paid
  Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but in vain
  Mars's hot minion is returned again
  Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
  Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows
  And be a boy right out.
  <1JUNO alights from her car.>1
  <1Ceres.>1  Highest queen of state,
  Great Juno comes; I know her by her gait.
  <1Juno.>1 how does my bounteous sister? Go with me
  To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be,
  And honoured in their issue.  <1['they sing'>1
  <1Juno.>1  Honour,  riches,  marriage-blessing,
  Long continuance, and increasing,
  Hourly joys be still upon you!
  Juno sings her blessings on you.
  <1Ceres.>1  Earth's increase, foison plenty,
  Barns and garners never empty,
  Vines with clustring bunches growing,
  Plants with goodly burden bowing;
  Spring come to you, at the farthest,
  In the very end of harvest!
  Scarcity and want shall shun you;
  Ceres' blessing so is on you.
<1Ferdinand.>1 This is a most majestic vision, and
Harmonious charmingly: may I be bold
To think these spirits?
<1Prospero.>1  Spirits, which by mine art
I have from their confines called to enact
My present fancies.
<1Ferdinand.>1  Let me live here ever--
So rare a wond'red father and a wise
Makes this place Paradise.
<1'JUNO and CERES whisper, and send IRIS on employment,>1
<1Prospero.>1  Sweet, now silence:
Juno and Ceres whisper seriously.
There's something else to do: hush, and be mute.
Or else our spell is marred.
<1Iris.>1 You nymphs, called Naiads, of the wand'ring
brooks,
With your sedged crowns and ever harmless looks,
Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land
Answer your summons; Juno does command....
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love: be not too late.
   <1'Enter certain Nymphs.'>1
You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,
Come hither from the furrow, and be merry.
Make holiday: your rye-straw hats put on,
And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
In country footing.
<1'Enter certain Reapers, properly habited>1 : <1they join with the>1
<1Nymphs in a graceful dance ; towards the end where of>1
<1PROSPERO starts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a>1
<1strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish.'>1
<1Prospero [to himself].>1 I had forgot that foul conspiracy
Of the beast Caliban and his confederates
Against my life: the minute of their plot
Is almost come: <1[to the spirits]>1 Well done ! avoid: no more.
<1Ferdinand.>1 This is strange: your father's in some passion,
That works him strongly.
<1Miranda.>1  Never till this day,
Saw I him touched with anger so distempered.
<1Prospero.>1 You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismayed: be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended...These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
  Are melted into air, into thin air,
  And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
  The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
  The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
  Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
  And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
  Leave not a rack behind:  we are such stuff
  As dreams are made on; and our little life
  Is rounded with a sleep...Sir, I am vexed.
  Bear with my weakness, my old brain is troubled:
  Be not disturbed with my infirmity.
  If you be pleased, retire into my cell,
  And there repose.  A turn or two I'll walk,
  To still my beating mind.
  <1Ferdinand, Miranda [retiring].>1  We wish your peace.
  <1Prospero.>1  Come with a thought; I think thee,
  Ariel: come.
  <1ARIEL appears.>1
  <1Ariel.>1 Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure?
  <1Prospero.>1  Spirit,
  We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
  <1Ariel.>1 Ay, my commander; when I presented Ceres,
  I thought to have told thee of it, but I feared
  Lest I might anger thee.
<1Prospero.>1 Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?
<1Ariel.>1 I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking--
So full of valour, that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces: beat the ground
For kissing of their feet; yet always bending
Towards their project: Then I beat my tabor,
At which like unbacked colts they pricked their ears,
Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses,
As they smelt music.  So I charmed their ears
That calf-like they my lowing followed, through
Toothed briers, sharp furzes, pricking gorse, and thorns,
Which ent'red their frail shins: at last I left them
I'th' filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,
There dancing up to th' chins, that the foul lake
O'er-stunk their sweat.
<1Prospero.>1  This was well done, my bird.
Thy shape invisible retain thou still:
The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither,
For stale to catch these thieves.
<1Ariel.>1  I go, I go.
<1Prospero.>1 A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nurture can never stick: on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost--
And as with age his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,
Even to roaring.
  <1ARIEL returns 'loaden with glistering apparel, etc.'>1
  Come, hang them on this line.
<1ARIEL hangs the garments on a tree.  PROSPERO and>1
<1ARIEL remain invisible.  'Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO,>1
<1and TRINCULO, all wet.'>1
<1Caliban.>1  Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may
Not hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.
<1Stephano.>1  Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harm-
less fairy, has done little better than played the Jack
with us.
<1Trinculo.>1 Monster, I do smell all horse-piss, at which
200  my nose is in great indignation.
  <1Stephano.>1 So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should
  take a displeasure against you: look you.  <1(drawing a knife>1
  <1Trinculo.>1 Thou wert but a lost monster.
  <1Caliban [grovelling].>1  Good my lord, give me thy
  favour still.
  Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to
  Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore, speak softly--
  All's hushed as midnight yet.
  <1Trinculo.>1 Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,--
  <1Stephano.>1 There is not only disgrace and dishonour in
  that, monster, but an infinite loss.
  <1Trinculo.>1 That's more to me than my wetting: yet this
  is your harmless fairy, monster.
  <1Stephano.>1 I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er
  ears for my labour.
  <1Caliban.>1 Prithee, my king, be quiet... <1.[crawling up to the>1
  <1cave]>1 Seest thou here,
  This is the mouth o'th' cell...no noise, and enter...
  Do that good mischief which may make this island
  Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
  For aye thy foot-licker.
  <1Stephano.>1 Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody
  thoughts.
  <1Trinculo [spies the apparel on the lime-tree].>1 O King
  Stephano, O peer! <1[seizes a gown]>1 O worthy Stephano,
  look what a wardrobe here is for thee!
  <1Caliban.>1 Let it alone, thou fool--it is but trash.
  <1Trinculo.>1 O, ho, monster: <1[donning tbe gown]>1 we know
  what belongs to a frippery. O King Stephano! <1[capers>1
<1Stephano.>1 Put off that gown,. Trinculo.  By this hand,
I'll have that gown.
<1Trinculo.>1 Thy grace shall have it.  <1[he doffs it ruefully>1
<1Caliban.>1 The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean,
+To dote thus on such luggage? Let't alone!
And do the murder first: if he awake,
From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches--
Make us strange stuff.
<1Stephano.>1 Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not
this my jerkin? <1[putting it on]>1 Now is the jerkin under the
line: now jerkin you are like to lose your hair, and prove
a bald jerkin.
<1Trinculo.>1 Do, do! We steal by line and level, an't like
your grace.
<1Stephano.>1 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.
<1Trinculo.>1 Monster, come, put some lime upon your
fingers, and away with the rest.
<1Caliban.>1 I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,
And all be turned to barnacles, or to apes
With foreheads villainous low.
<1Stephano.>1 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.
<1Trinculo.>1 And this.
<1Stephano.>1 Ay, and this.  <1(they load him>1
<1'A noise of hunters heard.  Enter divers spirits, in shape of>1
<1dogs and hounds, hunting them about; PROSPERO and>1
<1ARIEL setting them on.'>1
<1Prospero.>1  Hey, Mountain, hey!
<1Ariel.>1  Silver...there it goes, Silver !
<1Prospero.>1  Fury, Fury...there, Tyrant,there...hark, hark !
  <1[Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo are driven out>1
Go, charge my goblins, that they grind their joints
  With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews
  With age/d cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them
  Than pard or cat o' mountain.
  <1Ariel.>1  Hark, they roar.
  <1Prospero.>1  Let them be hunted soundly...At this hour
  Lies at my mercy all mine enemies:
  Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
  Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little
  Follow, and do me service.
  [5.1.]  <1They enter the cave and return, after a short pause;>1
  <1PROSPERO 'in his magic robes.'>1
  <1Prospero.>1 Now does my project gather to a head:
  My charms crack not: my spirits obey, and Time
  Goes upright with his carriage...How's the day?
  <1Ariel.>1  On the sixth hour, at which time, my lord,
  You said our work should cease.
  <1Prospero.>1  I did say so,
  When first I released the tempest. Say, my spirit,
  How fares the king and's followers?
  <1Ariel.>1  Confined together
  In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
  Just as you left them--all prisoners, sir,
  In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell.
  They cannot budge till your release: The king,
  His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
  And the remainder mourning over them,
  Brimful of sorrow and dismay: but chiefly
  Him you termed, sir, ' The good old lord, Gonzalo:'
  His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
  From eaves of reeds...Your charm so strongly works 'em,
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.
<1Prospero.>1  Dost thou think so, spirit?
<1Ariel.>1 Mine would, sir, were I human.
<1Prospero.>1  And mine shall....
Hast thou--which art but air--a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?
Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th' quick,
Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury
Do I take part: the rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further. Go, release them, Ariel.
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And they shall be themselves.
<1Ariel.>1  I'll fetch them, sir. <1[vanishes>1
<1Prospero [traces a magic circle with his staff].>1  Ye elves
  of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,
And ye, that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him
When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites: and you, whose pastime
ls to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew,--by whose aid,
Weak ministers though ye be, I have bedimmed
The noontide sun, called forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt: the strong-based promontory
Have I made shake, and by the spurs plucked up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
  By my so potent art. But this rough magic
  I here abjure: and, when I have required
  Some heavenly music--which even now I do--
  <1[lifting his staff>1
  To work mine end upon their senses, that
  This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
  Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
  And deeper than did ever plummet sound
  I'll drown my book.  <1['solemn music'>1
  <1'here enters ARIEL before>1 :  <1then ALONSO, with a frantic>1
  <1gesture, attended by GONZALO ; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO>1
  <1in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO:>1
  <1they all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and>1
  <1there stand charmed ; which PROSPERO observing, speaks.'>1
  A solemn air, and the best comforter  <1[to Alonso>1
  To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
  Now useless boil within thy skull. There stand,
  For you are spell-stopped....
  Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
  Mine eyes, ev'n sociable to the show of thine,
  Fall fellowly drops...The charm dissolves apace,
  And as the morning steals upon the night,
  Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
  Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
  Their clearer reason....O good Gonzalo,
  My true preserver, and a loyal sir
  To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
  Home, both in word and deed...Most cruelly
  Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
  Thy brother was a furtherer in the act--
  Thou art pinched for't now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,
You, brother mine, that entertained ambition,
Expelled remorse and nature--who, with Sebastian,
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong)
Would here have killed your king--I do forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art...Their understanding
Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores
That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them
That yet looks on me, or would know me. Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell.
  <1[Ariel flits to the cave>1
I will discase me, and myself present
As I was sometime Milan: quickly spirit,
Thou shalt ere long be free.

  <1Returning "ARIEL sings, and helps to attire him.'>1
<1Ariel.>1  Where the bee sucks, there suck I.
  In a cowslip's bell I lie.
  There I couch, when owls do cry.
  On the bat's back I do fly
  After summer merrily....
  Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
  Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
<1Prospero.>1 Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall miss thee,
But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so....
  <1[as Ariel attires him>1
To the king's ship, invisible as thou art--
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Under the hatches: the master and the boatswain
Being awake, enforce them to this place;
And presently, I prithee.
<1Ariel.>1  I drink the air before me, and return
Or ere your pulse twice beat.  <1[vanishes>1
<1Gonzalo.>1 All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement
Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us
Out of this fearful country.
<1Prospero.>1  Behold, sir king,
The wronge/d Duke of Milan, Prospero:
For more assurance that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body,
  And to thee and thy company I bid
  A hearty welcome.
  <1Alonso.>1  Whe'er thou be'st he or no,
  Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
  As late I have been; I not know: thy pulse
  Beats, as of flesh and blood: and, since I saw thee,
  Th'affliction of my mind amends, with which
  I fear a madness held me: this must crave--
  An if this be at all---a most strange story.
  Thy dukedom I resign, and do entreat
  Thou pardon me my wrongs...But how should Prospero
  Be living, and be here?
  <1Prospero [to Gonzalo].>1  First, noble friend,
  Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot
  Be measured or confined.
  <1Gonzalo.>1  Whether this be
  Or be not, I'll not swear.
  <1Prospero.>1  You do yet taste
  Some subtilties o'th'isle, that will not let you
  Believe things certain: Welcome, my friends all!
  <1[aside to Sebastian and Antonio]>1  But you, my brace of
  lords, were I so minded,
  I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you,
  And justify you traitors: at this time
  I will tell no tales.
  <1Sebastian [aside to Antonio].>1  The devil speaks in him...
  <1Prospero.>1 No...
  For you--most wicked sir--whom to call brother
Could even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankest faults, all of them; and require
My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.
<1Alonso.>1  If thou beest Prospero,
Give us particulars of thy preservation,
How thou hast met us here, who three hours since
Were wrecked upon this shore; where I have lost---
How sharp the point of this remembrance is!--
My dear son Ferdinand.
<1Prospero.>1I am woe for't, sir.
<1Alonso.>1 Irreparable is the loss, and patience
Says it is past her cure.
<1Prospero.>1I rather think
You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace
For the like loss I have her sovereign aid,
And rest myself content.
<1Alonso.>1  You the like loss?
<1Prospero.>1 As great to me as late, and su/pportable
To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
Than you may call to comfort you; for I
Have lost my daughter.
<1Alonso.>1A daughter?
O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,
The king and queen there! that they were, I wish
Myself were mudded in that oozy bed
Where my son lies...When did you lose your daughter?
<1Prospero.>1 In this last tempest....I perceive these lords
At this encounter do so much admire
That they devour their reason, and scarce think
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have
Been justled from your senses, know for certain,
That I am Prospero, and that very duke
Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangely
Upon this shore, where you were wrecked, was landed,
To be the lord on't: No more yet of this,
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
Befitting this first meeting: <1[with his hand on the curtain>1
  <1of the cave]>1 Welcome, sir;
This cell's my court: here have I few attendants,
And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in:
My dukedom since you have given me again,
  I will requite you with as good a thing---
  At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye
  As much as me my dukedom.
  <1'here PROSPERO discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA,>1
  <1playing at chess.'>1
  <1Miranda.>1  Sweet lord, you play me false.
  <1Ferdinand.>1  My dearest love,
  I would not for the world:
  <1Miranda.>1 Yet, for a score of kingdoms you should
  wrangle,
  And I would call it fair play.
  <1Alonso.>1  If this prove
  A vision of the island, one dear son
  Shall I twice lose.
  <1Sebastian.>1A most high miracle!
  <1Ferdinand.>1 Though the seas threaten, they are merciful--
  I have cursed them without cause.  <1[he kneels>1
  <1Alonso [embracing him].>1  Now all the blessings
  Of a glad father compass thee about:
  Arise, and say how thou cam'st here.
  <1Miranda.>1  O, wonder!
  How many goodly creatures are there here!
  How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in't !
<1Prospero [smiling sadly].>1  'Tis new to thee.
<1Alonso.>1 What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play?
Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Is she the goddess that hath severed us,
And brought us thus together?
<1Ferdinand.>1  Sir, she is mortal;
But, by immortal Providence, she's mine;
I chose her when I could not ask my father
For his advice, nor thought I had one: She
Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,
Of whom so often I have heard renown,
But never saw before: of whom I have
Received a second life; and second father
This lady makes him to me.
<1Alonso.>1I am hers;
But O, how oddly will it sound, that I
Must ask my child forgiveness !
<1Prospero.>1  There, sir, stop.
Let us not burden our remembrance with
A heaviness that's gone.
<1Gonzalo.>1  I have inly wept,
Or should have spoke ere this...Look down, you gods,
And on this couple drop a blesse/d crown;
For it is you that have chalked forth the way
Which brought us hither.
<1Alonso.>1  I say 'Amen,' Gonzalo.
<1Gonzalo.>1 Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue
Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice
Beyond a common joy, and set it down
With gold on lasting pillars: 'In one voyage
Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis,
And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife,
Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom
In a poor isle, and all of us ourselves,
When no man was his own.'
<1Alonso [to Ferdinand and Miranda].>1  Give me your hands:
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart
That doth not wish you joy.
<1Gonzalo.>1  Be it so, Amen.
  <1'Enter ARIEL with the MASTER and BOATSWAIN>1
  <1amazedly following.'>1
O look sir, look sir, here is more of us...
I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown. <1[to the Boatswain]>1 Now,
  blasphemy,
  That swear'st grace o'er-board, not an oath on shore?
  Hast thou no mouth by land?
  What is the news?
  <1Boatswain.>1 The best news is, that we have safely found
  Our king and company: the next, our ship,
  Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split,
  Is tight and yare and bravely rigged as when
  We first put out to sea.
  <1Ariel [at Prospero's ear].>1  Sir, all this service
  Have I done since I went.
  <1Prospero.>1  My tricksy spirit!
  <1Alonso.>1 These are not natural events--they strengthen
  From strange to stranger: say, how came you hither?
  <1Boatswain.>1 If I did think, sir, I were well awake,
  I'ld strive to tell you...We were dead of sleep,
  And--how we know not--all clapped under hatches,
  Where, but even now, with strange and several noises
  Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,
  And moe diversity of sounds, all horrible,
  We were awaked...straightway, at liberty ;
  Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship: our master
Cap'ring to eye her...On a trice, so please you,
Even in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.
<1Ariel [at Prospero's ear].>1  Was't well done?
<1Prospero.>1 Bravely, my diligence,--thou shalt be free.
<1Alonso.>1 This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod
And there is in this business more than nature
Was ever conduct of: some oracle
Must rectify our knowledge.
<1Prospero.>1  Sir, my liege,
Do not infest your mind with beating on
The strangeness of this business. At picked leisure,
Which shall be shortly single, I'll resolve you--
Which to you shall seem probable---of every
These happened accidents: till when, be cheerful
And think of each thing well....<1[to Ariel]>1 Come
  hither,  spirit.
Set Caliban and his companions free:
Untie the spell...<1[Ariel goes]>1 How fares my gracious sir?
There are yet missing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.
  <1'Enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO,>1
  <1and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel.'>1
<1Stephano.>1  Every man shift for all the rest, and let no
man take care for himself; for all is but fortune: coragio,
bully-monster, coragio!
<1Trinculo.>1  If these be true spies which I wear in my
head, here's a goodly sight.
<1Caliban.>1  O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed:
How fine my master is! I am afraid
He will chastise me.
<1Sebastian.>1  Ha, ha !
What things are these, my lord Antonio?
Will money buy 'em?
<1Antonio.>1  Very like: one of them
Is a plain fish, and no doubt marketable.
<1Prospero.>1 Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,
  Then say if they be true. This mis-shaped knave---
  His mother was a witch, and one so strong
  That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,
  And deal in her command without her power.
  These three have robbed me, and this demi-devil--
  For he's a bastard one--had plotted with them
  To take my life. Two of these fellows you
  Must know and own, this thing of darkness I
  Acknowledge mine.
  <1Caliban.>1  I shall be pinched to death.
  <1Alonso.>1 Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
  <1Sebastian.>1 He is drunk now; where had he wine?
  <1Alonso.>1 And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they
  Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em?
  How cam'st thou in this pickle?
  <1Trinculo.>1  I have been in such a pickle since I saw you
  last that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall
  not fear fly-blowing.  <1[Stephano groans>1
  <1Sebastian.>1 Why, how now, Stephano?
  <1Stephano.>1 O, touch me not---I am not Stephano, but
  a cramp.
  <1Prospero.>1 You'ld be king o'th'isle, sirrah?
  <1Stephano.>1 I should have been a sore one then.
  <1Alonso.>1 This is as strange a thing as e'er I looked on.
  <1[pointing at Caliban>1
  <1Prospero.>1 He is as disproportioned in his manners
  As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;
  Take with you your companions; as you look
  To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
<1Caliban.>1 Ay, that I will: and I'll be wise hereafter,
And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god!
And worship this dull fool!
<1Prospero.>1  Go to, away.
<1Alonso.>1 Hence--and bestow your luggage where you
  found it.
<1Sebastian.>1 Or stole it rather.
  <1[Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo slink off>1
<1Prospero.>1 Sir, I invite your Highness and your train
To my poor cell: where you shall take your rest
For this one night, which--part of it--I'll waste
With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it
Go quick away...the story of my life,
And the particular accidents gone by
Since I came to this isle: and in the morn
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Of these our dear-beloved sole/mnize/d--
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
<1Alonso.>1  I long
To hear the story of your life; which must
Take the ear strangely.
<1Prospero.>1  I'll deliver all--
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off...My Ariel--chick,
That is thy charge: then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well<1...[bowing them in]>1 Please you
  draw near.
  <1They all enter the cave: the curtain falls behind them.>1




  EPILOGUE.

  SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.

  Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
  And what strength I have's mine own,
  Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
  I must be here confined by you,
  Or sent to Naples.  Let me not,
  Since I have my dukedom got,
  And pardoned the deceiver, dwell
  In this bare island, by your spell.
  But release me from my bands,
  With the help of your good hands:
  Gentle breath of yours my sails
  Must fill, or else my project fails,
  Which was to please: Now I want
  Spirits to enforce...art to enchant--
  And my ending is despair,
  Unless I be reliev'd by prayer,
  Which pierces so, that it assaults
  Mercy itself, and frees all faults....
  As you from crimes would pardoned be,
  Let your indulgence set me free.