TEMPEST
                 ACT I, SCENE I.
              <1On a Ship at Sea>1.
      <1A Storm with Thunder and Lightning>1.
     <1Enter a Ship-master and a>1 Boat@wain.
  <1MASTER>1. Boat@wain,--
  <1BOATS>1. Here, ma@ter : What cheer ?
  <1MAST>1. Good : Speak to the mariners: fall to't
yarely, or we run our@elves aground: be@tir, be@tir.
                                        [Exit.
                <1Enter>1 Mariners.
  <1BOATS>1. Heigh, my hearts ; cheerly, cheerly, my
hearts; yare, yare : Take in the top-@ail; Tend to
the ma@ter's whi@tle.-- Blow, till thou bur@t thy
wind, if room enough!
<1Enter>1 <2ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDI>2-
        <2NAND, GONZALO>2, <1and others>1.
  <1ALON>1. Good boat @wain, have care. Where's
the ma@ter? Play the men.
  <1BOATS>1. I pray now, keep below.
  <1ANT>1. Where is the ma@ter, boat@wain?
  <1BOATS>1. Do you not hear him? You mar our la-
bour; Keep your cabins: you do a@@i@t the @torm.
  <1GON>1. Nay, good, be patient.
  <1BOATS>1. When the @ea is. Hence! What care
the@e roarers for the name of king? To cabin: @i-
lence: trouble us not.
<1GON>1. Good; yet remember whom thou ha@t
aboard.
  <1BOATS>1. None that I more love than my@elf. You
are a coun@ellor; if you can command the@e ele-
ments to @ilence, and work the peace of the pre-
@ent, we will not hand a rope more; u@e your
authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have
liv'd @o long, and make your@elf ready in your
cabin for the mi@chance of the hour, if it @o hap.--
Cheerly, good hearts-- Out of our way, I @ay.
                                   [<1Exit>1.
  <1GON>1. I have great comfort from this fellow:
methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him;
his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fa@t,
good fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his
de@tiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage!
If he be not born to be hang'd, our ca@e is mi@er-
able.                            [<1Exeunt>1.
               <1Re-enter>1 Boat@wain.
  <1BOATS>1. Down with the top-ma@t; yare; lower,
lower; bring her to try with main-cour@e. [<1A cry>1
<1within>1.] A plague upon this howling! they are
louder than the weather, or our office.--
  <1Re-enter>1 <2SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO>2 <1and>1 <2GONZALO>2.
Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er,
and drown? Have you a mind to @ink?
  <1SEB>1. A pox o' your throat ! you bawling, bla@
phemous, incharitable dog !
  <1BOAT>1. Work you, then.
  <1ANT>1. Hang, cur, hang ! you whore@on, in@olent
noi@e-maker, we are le@s afraid to be drown'd than
thou art.
  <1GON>1. I'll warrant him from drowning ; though
the ship were no @tronger than a nut-@hell, and as
leaky as an un@tanch'd wench.
  <1BOATS>1. Lay her a-hold, a-hold;  @et her two
cour@es; off to @ea again, lay her off.
                <1Enter>1 Mariners <1Wet>1.
  <1MAR>1. All lo@t! to prayers, to prayers ! all lo@t!
                                         [<1Exeunt>1.
  <1BOATS>1. What, mu@t our mouths be cold?
  <1GON>1. The king and prince at prayers! let us
           a@@i@t them,
For our ca@e is as theirs.
  <1SEB>1. I am out of patience.
  <1ANT>1. We are merely cheated of our lives by
      drunkards.--
This wide-chopp'd ra@cal ;--'Would, thou might'@t
      lie drowning,
The wa@hing of ten tides!
  <1GON>1.                  He'll be hang'd yet-
Though every drop of water @wear again@t it,
And gape at wid'@t to glut him
[<1A confu@ed noi@e within.]>1 Mercy on us!--We @plit,
we @plit!-- Farewell, my wife and children!--
Farewell, brother !---We @plit, we @plit, we @plit! --
  <1ANT>1. Let's all @ink with the king. [<1Exit.>1
  <1SEB>1. Let's take leave of him.          [<1Exit.>1
  <1GON>1. Now would I give a thou@and furlongs of
@ea 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.           [<1Exit>1.
                      SCENE II.
     <1The i@land: before the cell of>1 Pro@pero.
      <1Enter>1 <2PROSPERO>2 <1and>1 <2MIRANDA>2.
  <1MIRA>1. If by your art, my deare@t father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
The @ky, it @eems, would pour down @tinking pitch,
But that the @ea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
Da@hes the fire out. O, I have @uffer'd
With tho@e that I @aw @uffer! a brave ve@@el,
Who had no doubt @ome noble creature in her,
Da@h'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Again@t my very heart! Poor @ouls! they peri@h'd.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have @unk the @ea within the earth, or e'er
It @hould the good @hip @o have @wallow'd, and
The freighting @ouls within her.
  <1PRO>1.             Be collected;
No more amazement; tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done.
  <1MIR>1.               O, woe the day!
  <1PRO>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 Pro@pero, ma@ter of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father.
  <1MIRA>1.                   More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
  <1PRO>1.                           'Tis time
I @hould inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
and pluck my magick garment from me.--So;
                        [<1Lays down his mantle>1.
Lie there my art.--Wipe thou thine eyes; have
     comfort.
The direful @pectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
The very virtue of compassion in thee,
I have with @uch provi@ion in mine art
So @afely order'd, that there is no @oul--
No, not @o much perdition as an hair,
Betid to any creature in the ve@@el
Which thou heard'@t cry, which thou @aw'@t @ink,
     Sit down ;
For thou mu@t now know further.
  <1MIRA>1.                       You have often
Begun to tell me what I am ; but @topp'd
And left me to a bootle@s inqui@ition;
Concluding, <1Stay, not yet>1.--
  <1PRO>1.                The hour's now come-
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey, and be attentive. Can'@t thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou can'@t; for then thou wa@t not
Out three years old.
  <1MIRA>1.             Certainly, @ir, I can.
  <1PRO>1. By what? by any other hou@e, or per@on ?
Of any thing the image tell me, that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.
  <1MIRA>1.                 'Tis far off;
And rather like a dream, than an a@@urance
That my remembrance warrants : Had I not
Four or five women once, that tended me?
  <1PRO>1. Thou had'@t, and more, Miranda: But
     how is it,
That this lives in thy mind? What @ee@t thou el@e
In the dark backward and aby@m of time?
If thou remember'@t aught, ere thou cam'@t here,
How thou cam'@t here, thou may'@t.
  <1MIRA>1.                     But that I do not.
  <1PRO>1. Twelve years @ince, Miranda, twelve years
     @ince,
Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
A prince of power.
  <1MIRA>1.              Sir, are not you my father?
  <1PRO>1. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She @aid--thou wa@t my daughter; and thy father
Was duke of Milan; and his only heir
A prince@s ;-- no wor@e i@@ued
  <1MIRA>1,                 O the heavens !
What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
Or ble@@ed was't, we did?
  <1PRO>1.           Both, both, my girl :
By foul play, as thou @ay'@t, were we heav'd thence;
But ble@@edly holp hither.
  <1MIRA>1.              O, my heart bleeds
To think o'the teen that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Plea@e you,
       further.
  <1PRO>1, My brother, and thy uncle, call'd An-
     tonio,--
I pray thee, mark me,--that a brother @hould
Be @o perfidious!--he whom, next thy@elf,
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The manage of my @tate; as, at that time,
Through all the @igniories it was the fir@t,
And Pro@pero the prime duke; being @o reputed
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,
Without a parallel; tho@e being all my @tudy,
The government I ca@t upon my brother,
And to my @tate grew @tranger, being tran@ported,
And rapt in @ecret @tudies, Thy fal@e uncle--
Do@t thou attend me?
  <1MIRA>1.              Sir, most heedfully.
  <1PRO>1. Being once perfected how to grant @uits,
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom
To tra@h for over-topping; new created
The creatures that were mine; I @ay, or chang'd
     them,
Or el@e new form'd them: having both the key
Of officer and office, @et all hearts
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
And @uck'd my verdure out on't.---Thou attend'@t
     not :
I pray thee, mark me.
  <1MIRA>1.                  O good Sir, I do.
  <1PRO>1. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedi-
     cate
To clo@ene@s, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being @o retir'd,
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my fal@e brother
Awak'd an evil nature: and my tru@t,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A fal@hood, in its contrary as great
As my tru@t was; which had, indeed, no limit,
A confidence @ans bound. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might el@e exact,--like one,
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Made @uch a @inner of his memory,
To credit his own lie,--he did believe
He was the duke; out of the @ub@titution,
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative:--Hence his ambition
Growing,--Do@t hear?
  <1MIRA>1.             Your tale, @ir, would cure deafne@s.
  <1PRO>1. To have no @creen between this part he
     play'd
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Ab@olute Milan: Me, poor man!--my library
Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable: confederates
(So dry he was for @way) with the king of Naples,
To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan!)
To mo@t ignoble @tooping.
  <1MIRA>1.              O the heavens!
  <1PRO>1. Mark his condition, and the event; then
      tell me,
If this might be a brother,
  <1MIRA>1.                I @hould @in
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Good wombs have borne bad @ons.
  <1PRO>1.                Now the condition,
This king of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's @uit;
Which was, that he in lieu o' the premi@es,--
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,--
Should pre@ently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon,
A treacherous army levy'd, one midnight
Fated to the purpo@e, did Antonio open
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkne@s,
The mini@ters for the purpo@e hurried thence
Me, and thy crying @elf.
  <1MIRA>1.                Alack, for pity!
I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,
That wrings mine eyes.
  <1PRO>1,               Hear a little further,
And then I'll bring thee to the pre@ent bu@ine@s
Which now's upon us; without the which, this
     @tory
Were mo@t impertinent.
  <1MIRA>1.             Wherefore did they not
That hour de@troy us ?
  <1PRO>1.         Well demanded, wench;
My tale provokes that que@tion. Dear, they dur@t
     not;
(So dear the love my people bore me) nor @et
A mark so bloody on the bu@ne@s; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
Bore us @ome leagues to @ea; where they pre-
     par'd
A rotten carca@s of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, @ail, nor ma@t; the very rats
In@tinctively had quit it:- there they hoi@t us,
To cry to the @ea that roar'd to us; to @igh
To the winds, who@e pity, @ighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.
  <1MIRA>1.            Alack! what trouble
Was I then to you!
  <1PRO>1.             O! a cherubim
Thou wa@t, that did pre@erve me! Thou did@t
     @mile,
Infu@ed with a fortitude from heaven,
When I have deck'd the @ea with drops full @alt;
Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
An undergoing @tomach, to bear up
Again@t what @hould en@ue.
  <1MIRA>1.               How came we a@hore?
  <1PRO>1. By Providence divine.
Some food we had, and @ome fre@h water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Out of his charity, (who being then appointed
Ma@ter of this de@ign,) did give us; with
Rich garments, linens, @tuffs, and nece@@aries,
Which @ince have @teaded much: @o, of his gentle-
     ne@s,
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furni@h'd me,
From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
  <1MIRA>1.            'Would I might
But ever @ee that man!
  <1PRO>1.          Now I ari@e:--
Sit @till, and hear the la@t of our @ea-@orrow.
Here in this i@land we arriv'd; and here
Have I, thy @chool-ma@ter, made thee more profit
Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not @o careful.
  <1MIRA>1. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I
     pray you, @ir,
(For @till 'tis beating in my mind) your rea@on
For rai@ing this @ea-@torm?
  <1PRO>1.             Know thus far forth.--
By accident mo@t @trange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this @hore: and by my pre@cience
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 cea@e more que@tions;
Thou art inclin'd to @leep; 'tis a good dulne@s,
And give it way;--- I know thou can'@t not
      choo@e.--              [<2MIRANDA>2 <1@leeps>1,
Come away, @ervant, come: I am ready now ;
Approach, my Ariel ; come.
              <1Enter>1 <2ARIEL>2.
  <1ARI>1. All hail, great ma@ter ! grave @ir, hail! I
     come
To an@wer thy be@t plea@ure; be't to fly,
To @wim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds; to thy @trong bidding, ta@k
Ariel, and all his quality.
  <1PRO>1.           Ha@t thou, @pirit,
Perform'd to point the tempe@t that I bade thee?
  <1ARI>1, To every article.
I boarded the king's @hip; now on the beak,
Now in the wai@t, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
The yards and bow@prit, would I flame di@tinctly,
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the pre-
     cur@ors
O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And @ight-out-running were not: The fire, and
     cracks
Of @ulphurous roaring, the mo@t mighty Neptune
Seem'd to be@iege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident @hake.
  <1PRO>1.             My brave @pirit!
Who was @o firm, @o con@tant, that this coil
Would not infect his rea@on?
  <1ARI>1.             Not a @oul
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of de@peration: All, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the
     ve@@el,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's @on, Ferdinand,
With hair up-@taring (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the fir@t man that leap'd; cried, <1Hell is empty>1,
<1And all the devils are here>1.
  <1PRO>1.            Why, that's my @pirit!
But was not this nigh @hore?
  <1ARI>1.            Clo@e by, my ma@ter.
  <1PRO>1. But are they, Ariel, @afe ?
  <1ARI>1.                Not a hair peri@h'd;
On their @u@taining garments not a blemi@h,
But fre@her than before: and as thou bad'@t me,
In troops I have di@pers'd them 'bout the i@le:
The king's @on have I landed by him@elf;
Whom I left cooling of the air with @ighs,
In an odd angle of the i@le, and @itting,
His arms in this @ad knot.
  <1PRO>1.               Of the king's ship,
The mariners, @ay, how thou ha@t di@pos'd,
And all the re@t o' the fleet?
  <1ARI>1.             Safely in harbour
Is the king's @hip; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'd@t me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the @till-vex'd Bermoothes, there @he's hid:
The mariners all under hatches @tow'd;
Whom, with a charm join'd to their @uffer'd labour,
I have left a@leep: and for the re@t o' the fleet,
Which I di@pers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound @adly home for Naples;
Suppo@ing that they @aw the king's @hip wreck'd,
And his great per@on peri@h.
  <1PRO>1.             Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:
What is the time o' the day?
  <1ARI>1.            Pa@t the mid @ea@on.
  <1PRO>1. At lea@t two gla@@es: The time 'twixt @ix
     and now,
Mu@t by us both be @pent mo@t preciou@ly.
  <1ARI>1. Is there more toil? Since thou do@t give
     me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou ha@t promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.
  <1PRO>1.             How now? moody?
What is't thou can'@t demand?
  <1ARI>1,                 My liberty.
  <1PRO>1. Before the time be out? no more.
  <1ARI>1.                I pray thee
Remember, I have done thee worthy @ervice;
Told thee no lies, made no mi@takings, @erv'd
Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst
     promi@e
To bate me a full year.
  <1PRO>1.            Do@t thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
  <1ARI>1.                  No.
  <1PRO>1. Thou do@t; and think'@t
It much, to tread the ooze of the @alt deep;
To run upon the @harp wind of the north;
To do me bu@ine@s in the veins o' the earth,
When it is bak'd with fro@t.
  <1ARI>1.             I do not, @ir.
  <1PRO>1. Thou lie@t, malignant thing! Ha@t thou
     forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and envy,
Was grown into a hoop? ha@t thou forgot her?
  <1ARI>1. No, @ir.
  <1PRO>1.         Thou ha@t: Where was @he born?
     @peak; tell me.
  <1ARI>1. Sir, in Argier.
  <1PRO>1.              O, was she @o? I mu@t,
Once in a month, recount what thou ha@t been,
Which thou forget'@t. This damn'd witch, Sycorax,
For mi@chiefs manifold, and @orceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know'@t, was bani@h'd; for one thing @he did,
They would not take her life: Is this not true?
  <1ARI>1, Ay, @ir.
  <1PRO>1. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought
     with child,
And here was left by the @ailors: Thou, my @lave,
As thou report'@t thy@elf, wa@t then her @ervant:
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refu@ing her grand he@ts, @he did confine thee,
By help of her more potent mini@ters,
And in her mo@t unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Impri@on'd, thou did@t painfully remain
A dozen years; within which @pace @he died,
And left thee there ; where thou did@t vent thy groans,
As fa@t as mill-wheels @trike: Then was this i@land,
(Save for the @on that @he did litter here,
A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with
A human @hape.
  <1ARI>1.         Yes; Caliban her @on.
  <1PRO>1. Dull thing, I @ay @o; he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in @ervice. Thou best know'@t
What torment I did find thee in: thy groans
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the brea@ts
Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo; it was mine art,
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.
  <1ARI>1.            I thank thee, ma@ter.
  <1PRO>1. If thou more murmur'@t, I will rend an oak,
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou ha@t howl'd away twelve winters.
  <1ARI>1.           Pardon, ma@ter:
I will be corre@pondent to command,
And do my @priting gently.
  <1PRO>1.              Do @o; and after two days
I will di@charge thee.
  <1ARI>1.          That's my noble ma@ter!
What @hall I do? @ay What? what @hall I do?
  <1PRO>1. Go make thy@elf like to a nymph o' the @ea;
Be @ubject to no @ight but mine; invi@ible
To every eye-ball el@e. Go, take this @hape,
And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.
                          <1Exit>1 <2ARIEL>2.
Awake, dear heart, awake ! thou ha@t @lept well;
Awake!
  <1MIRA>1. The @trangene@s of your @tory put
Heavine@s in me.
  <1PRO>1.            Shake it off: Come on;
We'll vi@it Caliban, my @lave, who never
Yields us kind an@wer.
  <1MIRA>1.             'Tis a villain, @ir,
I do not love to look on.
  <1PRO>1.               But, as 'tis,
We cannot mi@s him : he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and @erves in offices
That profit us. What, ho! @lave ! Caliban !
Thou earth, thou! @peak.
  <1CAL>1. [<1Within]>1 There's wood enough within.
  <1PRO>1. Come forth, I @ay; there's other bu@ine@s
      for thee:
Come forth, thou tortoi@e! when?
        <1Re-enter>1 <2ARIEL>2, <1like a water-nymph>1.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.
  <1ARI>1.               My lord, it @hall be done. [<1Exit>1.
  <1PRO>1. Thou poi@onous @lave, got by the devil
      him@elf
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
                 <1Enter>1 <2CALIBAN>2.
  <1CAL>1. As wicked dew as e'er my mother bru@h'd
With raven's feather from unwhol@ome fen,
Drop on you both! a @outh-we@t blow on ye,
And bli@ter you all o'er!
  <1PRO>1. For this, be @ure, to-night thou @halt have
     Cramps,
Side-@titches that @hall pen thy breath up; urchins
Shall, for that va@t of night that they may work,
All exerci@e on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more @ting-
     ing
Than bees that made them.
  <1CAL>1. I mu@t eat my dinner.
This i@land's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'@t from me. When thou came@t
     fir@t,
Thou @trok'd@t me, and mad'@t much of me;
     would'@t give me
Water with berries in't; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the le@s,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the i@le,
The fre@h @prings, brine pits, barren place, and
     fertile ;
Cur@ed be I that did @o!--All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the @ubjects that you have
Which fir@t was mine own king: and here you @ty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The re@t of the i@land.
  <1PRO>1.           Thou mo@t lying @lave,
Whom @tripes may move, not kindne@s: I have
     us'd thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd
     thee
In mine own cell, till thou did@t @eek to violate
The honour of my child.
  <1CAL>1. O ho, O ho! ---'wou'd it had been done!
Thou did@t prevent me; I had peopled el@e
This i@le with Calibans.
  <1PRO>1.         Abhorred @lave;
Which any print of goodne@s will not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Took pains to make thee @peak, taught thee each
     hour
One thing or other: when thou did@t not, @avage,
Know thine own meaning, but would'@t gabble like
A thing mo@t bruti@h, I endow'd thy purpo@es
With words that made them known: But thy vile
     race,
Though thou did@t learn, had that in't which good
     natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wa@t thou
De@ervedly confin'd into this rock,
Who had@t de@erv'd more than a pri@on.
  <1CAL>1. You taught me language; and my profit
      on't
Is, I know how to cur@e: The red plague rid you,
For learning me your language!
  <1PRO>1.            Hag-@eed, hence !
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, th' wert be@t,
To an@wer other bu@ine@s. Shrug'@t thou, malice?
If thou neglect'@t, or do@t unwillingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps;
Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar,
That bea@ts @hall tremble at thy din.
  <1CAL>1.              No, 'pray thee!--
I mu@t obey: his art is of @uch power, [<1A@ide>1
It would control my dam's god Setebos,
And make a va@@al of him.
  <1PRO>1         So, @lave; hence!
                                         [<1Exit>1 <2CALIBAN>2.
  <1Re-enter>1 <2ARIEL>2 <1invi@ble, playing and @inging;>1
             <2FERDINAND>2 <1following him>1
                  <2ARIEL>2's Song.
       <1Come unto the@e yellow @ands>1
           <1And then take hands:>1
       <1Court'@ied when you have, and ki@s'd>1,
           <1(The wild waves whi@t)>1
       <1Foot it featly here and there;>1
       <1And, @weet Sprites, the burden bear. >1
           <1Hark, hark!>1
       <1BUR>1. Bowgh, wowgh.             [<1di@per@edly.>1
           <1The watch-dogs bark :>1
       <1BUR>2. Bowgh, wowgh.             [<1di@per@edly>1.
           <1Hark, hark>1 ! <1I hear>1
       <1The @train of @trutting chanticlere>1
       <1Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo>1.
  <1FER>1. Where @hould this mu@ick be? i' the air,
     or the earth?
It @ounds no more:--and @ure, it waits upon
Some god of the i@land. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This mu@ick crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury, and my pa@@ion,
With its @weet air: thence I have follow'd it,
 Or it hath drawn me rather:--But 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.
           <2ARIEL>2 @ings.
     <1Full fathom five thy father lies;>1
        <1Of his bones are coral made;>1
     <1Tho@e are pearls, that were his eyes :>1
        <1Nothing of him that doth fade;>1
     <1But doth @uffer a @ea-change>1
     <1Into @omething rich and @trange>1.
     <1Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:>1
     <1Hark! now I hear them,--ding-dong, bell>1.
                             [ <1Burden>1, ding-dong.
  <1FER>1. The ditty does remember my drown'd
      father :...
This is no mortal bu@ine@s, nor no @ound
That the earth owes: --I hear it now above me.
 <1PRO>1. The fringed curtains of thine eye ad-
      vance,
And @ay, what thou @ee@t yond'.
  <1MIRA>1.           What is't? a @pirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, @ir,
It carries a brave form:--But 'tis a @pirit.
  <1PRO>1. No, wench; it eats and @leeps, and hath
     @uch @en@es
As we have, @uch: This gallant, which thou @ee@t,
Was in the wreck; and but he's @omething @tain'd
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'@t
     call him
A goodly per@on: he hath lo@t his fellows,
And @trays about to find them.
  <1MIRA>1.            I might call him
A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever @aw @o noble.
  <1PRO>1.          It goes on,            [<1A@ide.>1
As my @oul prompts it:--Spirit, fine @pirit, I'll
     free thee
Within two days for this.
  <1FER>1.          Mo@t @ure, the godde@s
On whom the@e airs attend !--Vouch@afe, my prayer
May know, if you remain upon this i@land;
And that you will @ome good in@truction give,
How I may bear me here: My prime reque@t,
Which I do la@t pronounce, is, O you wonder!
If you be made, or no?
  <1MIRA>1.         No wonder, @ir;
But, certainly a maid.
  <1FER>1.           My language ! heavens !--
I am the be@t of them that @peak this @peech
Were I but where 'tis @poken.
  <1PRO>1.              How! the be@t?
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee?
  <1FER>1. A @ingle thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee @peak of Naples: He does hear me;
And, that he does, I weep: my@elf am Naples;
Who with mine eyes, ne'er @ince at ebb, beheld
The king my father wreck'd.
  <1MIRA>1             Alack, for mercy!
  <1FER>1. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of
     Milan,
And his brave @on, being twain.
  <1PRO>1.           The duke of Milan,
And his more braver daughter, could control thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't:--At the fir@t @ight
                                           [<1Aside>1.
They have chang'd eyes :--Delicate Ariel,
I'll @et thee free for this!--A word, good @ir;
I fear, you have done your@elf @ome wrong : a
     word.
  <1MIRA>1. Why @peaks my father @o ungently ? This
Is the third man that e'er I @aw ; the fir@t
That e'er I @igh'd for : pity move my father
To be inclin'd my way !
  <1FER>1.           O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The queen of Naples.
  <1PRO>1.           Soft, @ir; one word more.--
They are both in either's powers: but this @wift
     bu@ine@s
I mu@t unea@y make, le@t too light winning [<1A@ide>1.
Make the prize light.--One word more; I charge
     thee,
That thou attend me : thou do@t here u@urp
The name thou ow'@t not ; and ha@t put thy@elf
Upon this i@land, as a @py, to win it
From me, the lord on't.
  <1FER>1.              No, as I am a man.
  <1MIRA>1. There's nothing ill can dwell in @uch a
     temple :
If the ill @pirit have @o fair an hou@e,
Good things will @trive to dwell with't.
  <1PRO>1. Follow me.---               [<1To FERD>1.;
Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor.--Come,
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Sea-water @halt thou drink, thy food @hall be
The fre@h-brook mu@cles, wither'd roots, and hu@ks
Wherein the acorn cradled : Follow.
  <1FER>1.                  No;
I will re@i@t @uch entertainment, till
Mine enemy has more power. [<1He draws>1.
  <1MIRA>1.          O dear father,
Make not too ra@h a trial of him, for
He's gentle, and not fearful.
  <1PRO>1.            What, I @ay,
My foot my tutor ! ---Put thy @word up, traitor;
Who mak'@t a @hew, but dar'@t not @trike, thy
     con@cience
Is @o po@@e@s'd with guilt: come from thy ward;
For I can here di@arm thee with this @tick,
And make thy weapon drop.
  <1MIRA>1.            Be@eech you, father!
  <1PRO>1. Hence; hang not on my garments.
  <1MIRA>1.                  Sir, have pity ;
I'll be his @urety.
  <1PRO>1.          Silence : one word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
An advocate for an impo@tor? hu@h !
Thou think'@t, there are no more @uch shapes as he,
Having @een but him and Caliban : Fooli@h wench !
To the mo@t of men this is a Caliban,
And they to him are angels.
  <1MIRA>1.           My affections
Are then mo@t humble ; I have no ambition
To @ee a goodlier man.
  <1PRO>1.            Come on; obey :               [<1To>1 <2FERD>2.
Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
And have no vigour in them.
  <1FER>1.            So they are:
My @pirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's lo@s, the weakne@s which I feel,
The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats,
To whom I am @ubdu'd, are but light to me,
Might I but through my pri@on once a day
Behold this maid : all corners el@e o' the earth
Let liberty make u@e of; @pace enough
Have I, in @uch a pri@on.
  <1PRO>1.             It works :--Come on.--
Thou ha@t done well, fine Ariel!--Follow me.---
                           [TO <2FERD>2. <1and>1 <2MIR>2.
Hark, what thou el@e @halt do me. [<1To>1 <2ARIEL>2.
  <1MIRA>1.                 Be of comfort;
My father's of a better nature, @ir,
Than he appears by @peech; this is unwonted,
Which now came from him.
  <1PRO>1.              Thou @halt be as free
As mountain winds : but then exactly do
All points of my command.
  <1ARI>1.             To the @yllable.
  <1PRO>1. Come, follow: @peak not for him. [<1Exeunt.>1
               ------------------
                ACT II. SCENE I.
        <1Another part of the i@land>1.
<1Enter>1 <2ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO>2,
      <2ADRIAN, FRANCISCO>2, <1and others>1.
  <1GON>1. 'Be@eech you, @ir, be merry : you have cau@e
(So have we all) of joy; for our e@cape
Is much beyond our lo@s : Our hint of woe
Is common; every day, @ome @ailor's wife
The ma@ters of @ome merchant, and the merchant,
Have ju@t our theme of woe : but for the miracle,
I mean our pre@ervation, few in millions
Can @peak like us : then wi@ely, good @ir, weigh
Our @orrow with our comfort.
  <1ALON>1.            Pr'ythee, peace.
  <1SEB>1. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
  <1ANT>1. The vi@itor will not give him o'er @o.
  <1SEB>1. Look, he's winding up the watch of his
wit ; by and by it will @trike.
  <1GON>1. Sir,----
  <1SEB>1. One :----Tell.
  <1GON>1.. When every grief is entertain'd, that's
     offer'd,
Comes to the entertainer--
  <1SEB>1. A dollar.
  <1GON>1. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have
@poken truer than you purpos'd.
  <1SEB>1. You have taken it wi@elier than I meant
you @hould.
  <1GON>1. Therefore, my lord,--
  <1ANT>1. Fie, what a @pendthrift is he of his tongue !
  <1ALON>1. I pr'ythee, @pare.
  <1GON>1. Well, I have done : But yet--
  <1SEB>1. He will be talking.
  <1ANT>1. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good
wager, fir@t begins to crow ?
  <1SEB>1. The old cock.
  <1ANT>1. The cockrel.
  <1SEB>1. Done: The wager?
  <1ANT>1.A laughter.
  <1SEB>1. A match.
  <1ADR>1. Though this i@land @eem to be de@ert,--
  <1SEB>1. Ha, ha, ha !
  <1ANT>1. So, you've pay'd.
  <1ADR>1. Uninhabitable, and almo@t inacce@@ible,--
  <1SEB>1. Yet,
  <1ADR>1. Yet--
  <1ANT>1. He could not mi@s it.
  <1ADR>1. It must needs be of @ubtle, tender and delicate temperance.
  <1ANT>1. Temperance was a delicate wench.
  <1SEB>1. Ay, and a @ubtle; as he mo@t learnedly
deliver'd.
  <1ADR>1. The air breathes upon us here mo@t @weetly.
  <1SEB>1. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
  <1ANT>1. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a fen.
  <1GON>1. Here is every thing advantageous to life.
  <1ANT>1. True ; @ave means to live.
  <1SEB>1. Of that there's none, or little.
  <1GON>1. How lu@h and lu@ty the gra@s looks? how
     green ?
  <1ANT>1. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
  <1SEB>1. With an eye of green in't.
  <1ANT>1. He mi@@es not much.
  <1SEB>1. No ; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
  <1GON>1. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed
almo@t beyond credit,)----
  <1SEB>1. As many vouch'd rarities are.
  <1GON>1. That our garments, being, as they were
drench'd in the @ea, hold notwith@tanding their
fre@hne@s, and glo@@es; being rather new dy'd,
than @tain'd with @alt water.
  <1ANT>1. If but one of his pockets could @peak,
would it not @ay, he lies ?
  <1SEB>1. Ay, or very fal@ely pocket up his report.
  <1GON>1. Methinks, our garments are now as fre@h
as when we put them on fir@t in Africk, at the
marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to
the king of Tunis.
  <1SEB>1. 'Twas a @weet marriage, and we pro@per
well in our return.
  <1ADR>1. Tunis was never grac'd before with @uch
a paragon to their queen.
  <1GON>1. Not @ince widow Dido's time.
  <1ANT>1. Widow? a pox o' that! How came that widow in? Widow Dido!
  <1SEB>1. What if he had @aid, widower A|Eneas too?
good lord, how you take it!
  <1ADR>1. Widow Dido, @aid you ? you make me
@tudy of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
  <1GON>1. This Tunis, @ir, was Carthage.
  <1ADR>1. Carthage ?
  <1GON>1. I a@@ure you, Carthage.
  <1ANT>1. His word is more than the miraculous
     harp.
  <1SEB>1. He hath rais'd the wall, and hou@es too.
  <1ANT>1. What impo@@ible matter will he make ea@y
next ?
  <1SEB>1. I think, he will carry this i@land home in
his pocket, and give it his @on for an apple.
  <1ANT>1. And, @owing the kernels of it in the @ea,
bring forth more i@lands.
  <1GON>1. Ay ?
  <1ANT>1. Why, in good time.
  <1GON>1. Sir, we were talking, that our garments
@eem now as fre@h, as when we were at Tunis at
the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen.
  <1ANT>1. And the rare@t that e'er came there.
  <1SEB>1. 'Bate, I be@eech you, widow Dido.
  <1ANT>1. O, widow Dido ; ay, widow Dido.
  <1GON>1. Is not, @ir, my doublet as fre@h as the fir@t
day I wore it? I mean, in a @ort.
  <1ANT>1. That @ort was well fi@h'd for.
  <1GON>1. When I wore it at your daughter's mar-
     riage ?
  <1ALON>1. You cram the@e words into mine ears,
     again@t
The @tomach of my @en@e: 'Would I had never
Marry'd my daughter there ! for, coming thence,
My @on is lo@t; and, in my rate, @he too,
Who is @o far from Italy remov'd,
I ne'er again @hall @ee her. O thou mine heir
Of Naples and of Milan, what @trange fi@h
Hath made his meal on thee !
  <1FRAN>1.                   Sir, he may live;
I @aw him beat the @urges under him,
And ride upon their backs ; he trod the water,
Who@e enmity he flung a@ide, and brea@ted
The @urge mo@t @woln that met him : his bold head
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
Him@elf with his good arms in lu@ty @troke
To the @hore, that o'er his wave-worn ba@is bow'd,
As @tooping to relieve him : I not doubt,
He came alive to land.
  <1ALON>1.                         No, no, he's gone.
  <1SEB>1. Sir, you may thank your@elf for this great lo@s;
That would not ble@s our Europe with your
     daughter,
But rather lo@e her to an African;
Where @he, at lea@t, is bani@h'd from your eye,
Who hath cau@e to wet the grief on't.
  <1ALON>1.                         Pr'ythee, peace.
  <1SEB>1. You were kneel'd to, and impo/rtun'd other-
     wi@e
By all of us ; and the fair @oul her@elf
Weigh'd, between lothne@s and obedience, at
Which end o' the beam @he'd bow. We have lo@t
     your @on,
I fear, for ever : Milan and Naples have
More widows in them of this bu@ine@s' making,
Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault's
Your own.
  <1ALON>1. So is the deare@t of the lo@s.
  <1GON>1.                          My lord Seba@tian,
The truth you @peak doth lack @ome gentlene@s,
And time to speak it in: you rub the sore,
When you @hould bring the pla@ter.
  <1SEB>1.                                   Very well.
  <1ANT>1. And mo@t chirurgeonly.
  <1GON>1. It is foul weather in us all, good @ir,
When you are cloudy.
  <1SEB>1.                   Foul weather ?
  <1ANT>1.                                    Very foul.
  <1GON>1. Had I plantation of this i@le, my lord,--
  <1ANT>1. He'd @ow it with nettle-@eed.
  <1SEB>1.                     Or docks, or mallows.
  <1GON>1. And were the king of it, What would I do?
  <1SEB>1. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.
  <1GON>1. I' the commonwealth I would by con-
     traries
Execute all things : for no kind of traffick
Would I admit; no name of magi@trate;
Letters @hould not be known ; no u@e of @ervice,
Of riches or of poverty; no contracts,
Succe@@ions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none:
No u@e of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:
No occupation; all men idle, all;
And women too ; but innocent and pure:
No @overeignty :--
  <1SEB>1. And yet he would be king on't.
  <1ANT>1. The latter end of his commonwealth for-
gets the beginning.
  <1GON>1. All things in common nature @hould pro-
     duce
Without @weat or endeavour : trea@on, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have ; but nature @hould bring forth,
Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.
  <1SEB>1. No marrying 'mong his @ubjects ?
  <1ANT>1. None, man : all idle ; whores, and knaves.
  <1GON>1. I would with @uch perfection govern, @ir,
To excel the golden age.
  <1SEB>1. 'Save his maje@ty !
  <1ANT>1. Long live Gonzalo !
  <1GON>1. And, do you mark me, @ir ?--
  <1ALON>1. Pr'ythee, no more; thou do@t talk no-
     thing to me.
  <1GON>1. I do well believe your highne@s ; and did
it to mini@ter occa@ion to the@e gentlemen, who are
of @uch @en@ible and nimble lungs, that they always
u@e to laugh at nothing.
  <1ANT>1. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.
  <1GON>1. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am
nothing to you: @o you may continue, and laugh
at nothing @till.
  <1ANT>1. What a blow was there given ?
  <1SEB>1. An it had not fallen flat-long.
  <1GON>1. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you
would lift the moon out of her @phere, if @he would
continue in it five weeks without changing.
  <1Enter>1 <2ARIEL>2 <1invi@ible, playing @olemn mu@ick>1
  <1SEB>1. We would @o, and then go a bat-fowling.
  <1ANT>1. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.
  <1GON>1. No, I warrant you ; I will not adventure
my di@cretion @o weakly. Will you laugh me a@leep,
for I am very heavy ?
  <1ANT>1. Go @leep, and hear us.
             [<1All @leep but>1 <2ALON. SEB.>2 <1and>1 <2ANT.>2
  <1ALON>1. What, all @o @oon a@leep ! I wi@h mine
     eyes
Would, with them@elves, @hut up my thoughts: I
     find,
They are inclin'd to do @o.
  <1SEB>1.                       Plea@e you, @ir,
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It @eldom vi@its @orrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.
  <1ANT>1.            We two, my lord,
Will guard your per@on, while you take your re@t,
And watch your @afety.
  <1ALON>1.      Thank you : Wond'rous heavy.--
                      [<2ALONSO>2 <1@leeps>1. <1Exit>1 <2ARIEL>2.
  <1SEB>1. What a @trange drow@ine@s po@@e@@es them ?
  <1ANT>1. It is the quality o' the climate.
  <1SEB>1.                               Why
Doth it not then our eye-lids @ink ? I find not
My@elf di@pos'd to @leep.
  <1ANT>1.              Nor I; my @pirits are nimble.
They fell together all, as by con@ent;
They dropp'd, as by a thunder-@troke. What
     might,
Worthy Seba@tian ?--O, what might?--No more :--
And yet, methinks, I @ee it in thy face,
What thou @hould'@t be : the occa@ion @peaks thee;
     and
My @trong imagination @ees a crown
Dropping upon thy head,
  <1SEB>1.                     What, art thou waking?
  <1ANT>1. Do you not hear me @peak ?
  <1SEB>1.                       I do ; and, @urely,
It is a @leepy language; and thou @peak'@t
Out of thy @leep: What is it thou did@t @ay?
This is a @trange repo@e, to be a@leep
With eyes wide open ; @tanding, @peaking, moving,
And yet @o fa@t a@leep.
  <1ANT>1.                   Noble Seba@tian,
Thou let'@t thy fortune @leep--die rather; wink'@t
Whiles thou art waking.
  <1SEB>1.                   Thou do@t @nore di@tinctly;
There's meaning in thy @nores.
  <1ANT>1. I am more @erious than my cu@tom: you
Mu@t be @o too, if heed me; which to do,
Trebles thee o'er.
  <1SEB>1.             Well ; I am @tanding water.
  <1ANT>1. I'll teach you how to flow.
  <1SEB>1.                        Do @o: to ebb,
Hereditary @loth in@tructs me.
 <1ANT>1. O,
If you but knew, how you the purpo@e cheri@h,
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in @tripping it,
You more inve@t it ! Ebbing men, indeed,
Mo@t often do @o near the bottom run,
By their own fear, or @loth.
  <1SEB>1.                  Pr'ythee, @ay on:
The @etting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.
  <1ANT>1,                          Thus, @ir :
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this
(Who @hall be of as little memory,
When he is earth'd,) hath here almost persuaded
(For he's a @pirit of per@ua@ion only,)
The king, his @on's alive; 'tis as impo@@ible
That he's undrown'd, as he that @leeps here, @wims.
  <1SEB>1. I have no hope
That he's undrown'd.
  <1ANT>1.                 O, out of that no hope,
What great hope have you ! no hope, that way, is
Another way @o high an hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But doubts di@covery there. Will you grant, with
     me,
That Ferdinand is drown'd ?
  <1SEB>1.              He's gone.
  <1ANT>1.                          Then, tell me,
Who's the next heir of Naples ?
  <1SEB>1.                      Claribel.
  <1ANT>1. She that is queen of Tunis ; @he that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man's life; @he that from
     Naples
Can have no note, unle@s the @un were po@t,
(The man i' the moon's too @low,) till new-born
     chins
Be rough and razorable ; @he, from whom
We were all @ea-@wallow'd, though @ome ca@t again;
And, by that, de@tin'd to perform an act,
Whereof what's pa@t is prologue ; what to come,
In yours and my di@charge.
   <1SEB>1.     What @tuff is this ?--How @ay you ?
'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis;
So is @he heir of Naples ; 'twixt which regions
There is @ome @pace.
  <1ANT>1.              A @pace who@e every cubit
Seems to cry out, <1How @hall that Claribel>1
<1Mea@ure us back to Naples?>1--Keep in Tunis,
And let Seba@tian wake !---Say, this were death
That now hath @eiz'd them; why, they were no
     wor@e
Than now they are : There be, that can rule Naples,
As well as he that @leeps ; lords, that can prate
As this Gonzalo; I my@elf could make
A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a @leep were this
For your advancement ! Do you under@tand me ?
  <1SEB>1. Methinks, I do.
  <1ANT>1.             And how does your content
Tender your own good fortune ?
  <1SEB>1.                      I remember,
You did @upplant your brother Pro@pero.
  <1ANT>1.                     True :
And look, how well my garments @it upon me;
Muc'h feater than before : My brother's @ervants
Were then my fellows, now they are my men.
  <1SEB>1. But, for your con@cience--
  <1ANT>1. Ay, Sir ; where lies that? if it were a kybe,
'Twould put me to my @lipper ; But I feel not
This deity in my bo@om : twenty con@cience,
That @tand 'twixt me and Milan, candy'd be they,
And melt, ere they mole@t! Here lies your bro-
    ther,
No better than the earth he lies upon,
If he were that which now he's like ; whom I,
With this obedient @teel, three inches of it,
Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient mor@el, this @ir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our cour@e. For all the re@t,
They'll take @ugge@tion, as a cat laps milk ;
They'll tell the clock to any bu@ine@s that
We say befits the hour.
  <1SEB>1.               Thy ca@e, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou got'@t Milan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy @word : one @troke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'@t;
And I the king @hall love thee.
  <1ANT>1.              Draw together:
And when I rear my hand, do you the like
To fall it on Gonzalo.
  <1SEB>1.             O, but one word.
                            [<1They conver@e apart>1.
<1Musick. Re-enter <2ARIEL>2, invisible>1.
  <1ARI>1. My ma@ter through his art fore@ees the
     danger
That the@e, his friends, are in; and @ends me forth,
(For el@e his project dies,) to keep them living.
                  [<1Sings in>1 <2GONZALO'S>2 <1ear>1.
     <1While you here do @noring lie>1,
     <1Open-ey'd con@piracy>1
         <1his time doth take:>1
     <1If of life you keep a care>1,
     <1Shake off @lumber, and beware:>1
         <1Awake ! awake!>1
  <1ANT>1. Then let us both be @udden.
  <1GON>1. Now, good angels, pre@erve the king!
                           [<1They wake>1.
  <1ALON>1. Why, how now, ho ! awake! Why are
     you drawn ?
Wherefore this gha@tly looking ?
  <1GON>1.                    What's the matter ?
  <1SEB>1. Whiles we @tood here @ecuring your repo@e,
Even now, we heard a hollow bur@t of bellowing
Like bulls, or rather lions ; did it not wake you ?
It @truck mine ear mo@t terribly.
  <1ALON>1.               I heard nothing.
  <1ANT>1. O, 'twas a din to fright a mon@ter's ear;
To make an earthquake ! @ure, it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.
  <1ALON>1.             Heard you this, Gonzalo ?
  <1GON>1. Upon mine honour, @ir, I heard a humming,
And that a @trange one too, which did awake me:
I @hak'd you, @ir, and cry'd ; as mine eyes open'd,
I @aw their weapons drawn :--there was a noi@e,
That's verity : 'Be@t @tand upon our guard;
Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons.
  <1ALON>1. Lead off this ground; and let's make
     further @earch
For my poor @on.
  <1GON>1.        Heavens keep him from the@e bea@ts !
For he is, @ure, i'the i@land.
  <1ALON>1.         Lead away.
  <1ARI>1. Pro@pero my lord @hall know what I have
     done :                     [<1A@ide>1.
So, king, go @afely on to @eek thy @on. [<1Exeunt>1.
                    SCENE II.
         <1Another part of the i@land>1.
  <1Enter>1 <2CALIBAN>2, <1with a burden of wood>1.
          <1A noi@e of thunder heard>1.
  <1CAL>1. All the infections that the @un @ucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Pro@per fall, and make
     him
By inch-meal a di@ea@e! His @pirits hear me,
And yet I needs mu@t cur@e. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin @hows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unle@s he bid them ; but
For every trifle are they @et upon me :
Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after, bite me ; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall; @ometime am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hi@s me into madne@s :--Lo! now! lo!
           <1Enter>1 <2TRINCULO.>2
Here comes a @pirit of his ; and to torment me,
For bringing wood in @lowly: I'll fall flat;
Perchance, he will not mind me.
  <1TRIN>1. Here's neither bu@h nor @hrub, to bear off
any weather at all, and another @torm brewing; I
hear it @ing i' the wind: yond' @ame black cloud,
yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that
would @hed his liquor. If it @hould thunder
as it did before, I know not where to hide my
head : yond' @ame cloud cannot choo@e but fall by
pailfuls.--What have we here? a man or a fi@h ?
Dead or alive? A fi@h : he @mells like a fi@h; a very
ancient and fi@h-likc @mell ; a kind of, not of the
newe@t, Poor-John. A @trange fi@h! Were I in
England now (as once I was), and had but this
fi@h painted, not a holiday fool there but would
give a piece of @ilver : there would this mon@ter
make a man; any @trange bea@t there makes a
man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a
lame beggar, they will lay out ten to @ee a dead
Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like
arms ! Warm, o' my troth ! I do now let loo@e my
opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fi@h, but an
i@lander, that hath lately @uffer'd by a thunder-bolt.
[<1Thunder>1.] Alas! the @torm is come again : my be@t
way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no
other @helter hereabout: Misery acquaints a man
with strange bedfellows : I will here @hroud, till
the dregs of the @torm be pa@t.
  <1Enter>1 <2STEPHANO>2, <1@inging ; a bottle in his hand>1.
  <1STE>1. I @hall no more to @ea, to @ea>1,
        <1Here @hall I dye a-@hore>1;--
This is a very @curvy tune to @ing at a man's funeral:
Well, here's my comfort.             [<1Drinks>1.
   <1The Ma@ter, the @wabber, the boat@wain, and I>1,
             <1The gunner, and his mate>1,
   <1Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery>1,
        <1But none of us car'd for Kate:>1
        <1For she had a tongue with a tang>1,
        <1Would cry to a @ailor>1, Go, hang :
   <1She lov'd not the @avour of tar nor of pitch>1,
   <1Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er @he did itch :>1
        <1Then to @ea, boys, and let her go hang>1.
This is a @curvy tune too : But here's my comfort.
                              [<1Drinks>1.
  <1CAL>1. Do not torment me : O !
  <1STE>1. What's the matter ? Have we devils here ?
Do you put tricks upon us with @avages, and men
of Inde? Ha ! I have not '@cap'd drowning, to be
afeard now of your four legs ; for it hath been @aid,
As proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot
make him give ground : and it @hall be @aid @o
again, while Stephano breathes at no@trils.
  <1CAL>1. The @pirit torments me : O !
  <1STE>1. This is @ome mon@ter of the i@le, with four
legs ; who hath got, as I take it, an ague : Where
the devil @hould he learn our language ? I will give
him @ome relief, if it be but for that : If I can re-
cover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples
with him, he's a pre@ent for any emperor that ever
trod on neat's-leather.
  <1CAL>1. Do not torment me, pr'ythee ;
I'll bring my wood home fa@ter.
  <1STE>1. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after
the wi@e@t. He @hall ta@te 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 @hall pay for
him that hath him, and that @oundly.
  <1CAL>1. Thou do@t me yet but little hurt ; thou wilt
Anon, I know it by thy trembling :
Now Pro@per works upon thee,
  <1STE>1. Come on your ways; open your mouth;
here is that which will give language to you, cat;
open your mouth: this will @hake your @haking, I
can tell you, and that @oundly: you cannot tell
who's your friend ; open your chaps again.
  <1TRIN>1. I @hould know that voice : It @hould be--
But he is drown'd; and the@e are devils: O! de-
fend me!--
  <1STE>1. Four legs, and two voices; a mo@t delicate
mon@ter! His forward voice now is to @peak well
of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul
@peeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my
bottle will recover him, I will help his ague:
Come,----Amen! I will pour @ome in thy other
mouth.
  <1TRIN>1. Stephano,--
  <1STE>1. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy!
mercy! This is a devil, and no mon@ter: I will
leave him; I have no long @poon.
  <1TRIN>1. Stephano !--if thou bee@t Stephano, touch
me and @peak to me; for I am Trinculo;--be not
afeard,--thy good friend Trinculo,
  <1STE>1. If thou bee@t Trinculo, come forth; I'll
pull thee by the le@@er legs: if any be Trinculo's
legs, the@e are they. Thou art very Trinculo,
indeed: How cam'@t thou to be the @iege of this
moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculos?
  <1TRIN>1. I took him to be kill'd with a thunder-
@troke:--But art thou not drown'd, Stephano? I
hope now, thou art not drown'd. Is the @torm
over-blown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's
gaberdine, for fear of the @torm: And art thou
living, Stephano ? O Stephano, two Neapolitans
'@cap'd !
  <1STE>1. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my @to-
mach is not con@tant.
  <1CAL>1, The@e be fine things, an if they be not
     @prites.
That's a brave god, and bears cele@tial liquor :
I will kneel to him,
  <1STE>1. How did'@t thou '@cape? How cam'@t thou
hither? @wear by this bottle, how thou cam'@t hi-
ther. I e@cap'd upon a butt of @ack, which the
@ailors heav'd over-board, by this bottle ! which I
made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands,
@ince I was ca@t a-@hore.
  <1CAL>1. I'll @wear, upon that bottle, to be thy
True @ubject; for the liquor is not earthly.
  <1STE>1 Here; @wear then how thou e@cap'd@t.
  <1TRIN>1 Swam a-@hore, man, like a duck; I can
@wim like a duck, I'll be @worn,
  <1STE>1, Here, ki@s the book : Though thou can@t
@wim like a duck, thou art made like a goo@e.
  <1TRIN>1. O Stephano, ha@t any more of this ?
  <1STE>1, The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a
rock by the @ea-@ide, where my wine is hid. How
now, moon-calf? how does thine ague?
  <1CAL>1, Ha@t thou not dropp'd from heaven ?
  <1STE>1, Out o' the moon, I do a@@ure thee : I was
the man in the moon, when time was.
  <1CAL>1, I have @een thee in her, and I do adore
     thee :
My mi@tre@s @hew'd me thee, thy dog, and bu@h.
  <1STE>1. Come, @wear to that; ki@s the book : I
will furni@h it anon with new contents : @wear.
  <1TRIN>1. By this good light, this is a very @hallow
mon@ter:--I afeard of him?--a very weak mon-
@ter:--The man i' the moon?--a mo@t poor cre-
dulous mon@ter :--Well drawn, mon@ter, in good
@ooth.
  <1CAL>1. I'll @hew thee every fertile inch o' the
     i@land ;
And ki@s thy foot: I pr'ythee, be my god.
  <1TRIN>1. By this light, a mo@t perfidious and
drunken mon@ter ; when his god's a@leep, he'll rob
his bottle,
  <1CAL>1. I'll ki@s thy foot: I'll @wear my@elf thy
     @ubject.
  <1STE>1. Come on then; down, and @wear.
  <1TRIN>1. I @hall laugh my@elf to death at this pup-
py-headed mon@ter: A mo@t @curvy mon@ter ! I
could find in my heart to beat him,--
  <1STE>1, Come, ki@s.
  <1TRIN>1, --but that the poor mon@ter's in drink;
An abominable mon@ter !
  <1CAL>1. I'll @hew thee the be@t @prings; I'll pluck
     thee berries ;
I'll fi@h for thee, and get thee wood enough.
A plague upon the tyrant that I @erve !
I'll bear him no more @ticks, but follow thee,
Thou wond'rous man.
  <1TRIN>1, A mo@t ridiculous mon@ter; to make a
wonder of a poor drunkard.
  <1CAL>1, I pry'thee, let me bring thee where crabs
     grow ;
And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts ;
Shew thee a jay's ne@t, and in@truct thee how
To @nare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee
To clu@t'ring filberds, and @ometimes I'll get thee
Young @ea-mells from the rock : Wilt thou go
     with me?
  <1STE>1, I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any
more talking.--Trinculo, the king and all our
company el@e being drown'd, we will inherit here.---
Here ; bear my bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill
him by and by again.
  <2CAL.>2 <1Farewell ma@ter; farewell, farewell>1,
                         [<1Sings drunkenly>1.
  <1TRIN>1. A howling mon@ter; a drunken mon@ter.
  <2CAL,>2 <1No more dams I'll make for fi@h;>1
           <1Nor fetch in firing>1
           <1At requiring>1,
         <1Nor @crape trenchering, nor wa@h di@h;>1
           <1'Ban 'Ban Ca--Caliban>1,
           <1Has a new ma@ter--Get a new man>1.
Freedom, hey-day ! hey-day, freedom ! freedom,
     hey-day, freedom !
  <1STE>1. O brave mon@ter ! lead the way. <1Exeunt>1,
                ACT III. SCENE I.
         <1Before>1 Prospero's <1Cell>1,
    <1Enter>1 <2FERDINAND,>2 <1bearing a log>1.
  <1FER>1. There be @ome @ports are painful; but
     their labour
Delight in them @ets off: @ome kinds of ba@ene@s
Are nobly undergone; and mo@t poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean ta@k would be
As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but
The mi@tre@s, which I @erve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours plea@ures : O, @he is
Ten times more gentle, than her father's crabbed ;
And he's compos'd of har@hne@s. I mu@t remove
Some thou@ands of the@e logs, and pile them up,
Upon a @ore injunction : My @weet mi@tre@s
Weeps when @he @ees me work; and @ays, @uch
     ba@ene@s
Had ne'er like executor. I forget :
But the@e @weet thoughts do even refre@h my labours ;
Mo@t bu@y-le@s, when I do it.
  <1Enter>1 <2MIRANDA;>2 <1and>1 <2PROSPERO>2 <1at a di@tance>1.
  <1MIRA>1.                Alas, now ! pray you,
Work not @o hard : I would, the lightning had
Burnt up tho@e logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile !
Pray, @et it down, and re@t you : when this burns,
'Twill weep for having weary'd you : My father
Is hard at @tudy ; pray now, re@t your@elf;
He's @afe for the@e three hours.
  <1FER>1,                O mo@t dear mi@tre@s,
The @un will @et, before I @hall di@charge
What I mu@t @trive to do.
  <1MIRA>1.             If you'll @it down,
I'll bear your logs the while : Pray, give me that;
I'll carry it to the pile.
  <1FER>1,               No, precious creature:
I had rather crack my @inews, break my back,
Than you @hould @uch di@honour undergo,
While I @it lazy by.
  <1MIRA>1,              It would become me
As well as it does you: and I @hould do it
With much more ea@e; for my good will is to it,
And yours again@t.
  <1PRO>1.             Poor worm ! thou art infected;
This vi@itation @hews it.
  <1MIRA>1,           You look wearily.
  <1FER>1. No, noble mi@tre@s; 'tis fre@h morning
      with me,
When you are by at night. I do be@eech you,
(Chiefly, that I might @et it in my prayers,)
What is your name?
  <1MIRA>1.            Miranda :--O my father,
I have broke your he@t to @ay @o!
  <1FER>1.            Admir'd Miranda!
Indeed, the top of admiration; worth
What's deare@t to the world! Full many a lady
I have ey'd with be@t regard; and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear: for @everal virtues
Have I lik'd @everal women; never any
With @o full @oul, but @ome defect in her
Did quarrel with the noble@t grace @he ow'd,
And put it to the foil: But you, O you,
So perfect, and @o peerle@s, are created
Of every creature's be@t.
 <1MIRA>1.        I do not know
One of my @ex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my gla@s, mine own; nor have I @een
More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
And my dear father: how features are aboard,
I am @kill-le@s of; but, by my mode@ty,
(The jewel in my dower,) I would not wi@h
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a @hape,
Be@ides your@elf, to like of: But I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
Therein forget.
 <1FER>1.        I am, in my condition,
A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
(I would, not @o!) and would no more endure
This wooden @lavery, than I would @uffer
The fle@h-fly blow my mouth.--Hear my @oul
     @peak;--
The very in@tant that I @aw you, did
My heart fly to your @ervice; there re@ides,
To make me @lave to it; and, for your @ake,
Am I this patient log-man.
 <1MIRA>1.         Do you love me?
 <1FER>1. O heaven, O earth, bear witne@s to this
      @ound,
And crown what I profe@s with kind event,
If I @peak true; if hollowly, invert
What be@t is boded me, to mi@chief! I,
Beyond all limit of what el@e i' the world
Do love, prize, honour you.
 <1MIRA>1         I am a fool,
To weep at what I am glad of.
 <1PRO>1. Fair encounter
Of two mo@t rare affections ! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between them !
 <1FER>1. Wherefore weep you ?
 <1MIRA>1. At mine unworthine@s, that dare not offer
What I de@ire to give; and much le@s take,
What I @hall die to want: But this is trifling;
And all the more it @eeks to hide it@elf,
The bigger bulk it @hews. Hence, ba@hful 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 @ervant,
Whether you will or no.
  <1FER>1.           My mi@tre@s, deare@t,
And I thus humble ever.
  <1MIRA>1.           My hu@band then?
  <1FER>1. Ay, with a heart as willing
As bondage e'er of freedom : here's my hand.
  <1MIRA>1. And mine, with my heart in't: And
     now farewell,
Till half an hour hence.
  <1FER>1.             A thou@and! thou@and!
                        [<1Exeunt>1 <2FER>2. <1and>1 <2MIR>2.
  <1PRO>1. So glad of this as they, I cannot be,
Who are @urpriz'd with all; but my rejoicing
At nothing can be more. I'll to my book;
For yet, ere @upper time, mu@t I perform
Much bu@ine@s appertaining.        [<1Exit>1,
                      SCENE II,
           <1Another part of the island>1.
<1Enter>1 <2STEPHANO>2 <1and>1 <2TRINCULO; CALIBAN>2 <1follow->1
               <1ing with a bottle>1.
  <1STE>1. Tell not me;--when the butt is out, we
will drink water; not a drop before : therefore
bear up, and board 'em : Servant-mon@ter, drink
to me.
  <1TRIN>1. Servant-mon@ter? the folly of this i@land !
They say, there's but five upon this i@le: we are
three of them; if the other two be brain'd like
us, the @tate totters.
  <1STE>1, Drink, @ervant-mon@ter, when I bid thee ;
thy eyes are almo@t @et in thy head.
  <1TRIN>1. Where @hould they be @et el@e? he were
a brave mon@ter indeed, if they were @et in his
tail.
  <1STE>1. My man-mon@ter hath drown'd his tongue
in @ack; for my part, the @ea cannot drown me:
I swam, ere I could recover the @hore, five-and-
thirty leagues, off and on, by this light.---Thou
shalt be my lieutenant, mon@ter, or my @tandard.
  <1TRIN>1. Your lieutenant, if you li@t; he's no
 @tandard.
  <1STE>1, We'll not run, mon@ieur mon@ter.
  <1TRIN>1. Nor go neither : but you'll lie, like dogs;
and yet @ay nothing neither.
  <1STE>1. Moon-calf, @peak once in thy life, if thou
bee@t a good moon-calf.
  <1CAL>1. How does thy honour ? Let me lick thy
     @hoe:
I'll not @erve him, he is not valiant.
  <1TRIN>1, Thou lie@t, mo@t ignorant mon@ter ; I
am in ca@e to ju@tle a con@table: Why, thou de-
bo@h'd fi@h thou, was there ever man a coward,
that hath drunk @o much @ack as I to-day? Wilt
thou tell a mon@trous lie, being but half a fi@h, and
half a mon@ter ?
  <1CAL>1. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him,
my lord?
  <1TRIN>1, Lord, quoth he !--that a mon@ter @hould
be @uch a natural!
  <1CAL>1. Lo, lo, again ! bite him to death, I pr'ythee.
  <1STE>1. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your
head ; if you prove a mutineer, the next tree--The
poor mon@ter's my @ubject, and he @hall not @uffer
indignity.
  <1CAL>1. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be
     pleas'd
To hearken once again the @uit I made thee?
  <1STE>1. Marry will I : kneel, and repeat it; I will
@tand, and @o @hall Trinculo.
  <1Enter>1 <2ARIEL,>2 <1invi@ible>1.
  <1CAL>1. As I told thee
Before, I am @ubject to a tyrant;
A @orcerer, that by his cunning hath
Cheated me of the i@land.
  <1ARI>1,            Thou lie@t.
  <1CAL>1. Thou lie@t, thou je@ting monkey, thou ;
I would, my valiant ma@ter would de@troy thee:
I do not lie.
  <1STE>1. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in
his tale, by this hand, I will @upplant @ome of your
teeth.
  <1TRIN>1. Why, I @aid nothing.
  <1STE>1. Mum then, and no more.--[<1To>1 <2CALIBAN.]>2
Proceed.
  <1CAL>1, I @ay, by @orcery he got this i@le;
From me he got it. If thy greatne@s will
Revenge it on him--for, I know, thou dar'@t ;
But this thing dare not,
  <1STE>1. That's most certain.
Thou @halt be lord of it, and I'll @erve
     thee.
  <1STE>1. How now shall this be compa@s'd? Can@t
thou bring me to the party?
  <1CAL>1, Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee
     a@leep,
Where thou may'@t knock a nail into his head.
  <1ARI>1, Thou lie@t, thou can@t not.
  <1CAL>1. What a py'd ninny's this? Thou @curvy
     patch !--
I do be@eech thy greatne@s, give him blows,
And take his bottle from him: when that's gone,
He @hall drink nought but brine; for I'll not @hew
     him
Where the quick fre@hes are.
  <1STE>1, Trinculo, run into no further danger: in-
terrupt the mon@ter one word further, and, by this
hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make
a @tock-fi@h of thee.
  <1TRIN>1. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go
     further off.
  <1STE>1. Did@t thou not @ay, he lied?
  <1ARI>1. Thou lie@t.
  <1STE>1. Do I @o? take thou that. [<1@trikes him,]>1 As
you like this, give me the lie another time.
  <1TRIN>1. I did not give the lie:--Out o' your wits,
and hearing too?-----A pox o' your bottle! this
can @ack, and drinking do.--A murrain on your
mon@ter, and the devil take your fingers !
  <1CAL>1. Ha, ha, ha!
  <1STE>1, Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee
     @tand further off.
  <1CAL>1. Beat him enough: after a little time,
I'll beat him too.
  <1STE>1, Stand further.--Come, proceed.
  <1CAL>1. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a cu@tom with him
I'the afternoonto @leep : there thou may'@t brain him,
Having fir@t @eiz'd his books; or with a log
Batter his @kull, or paunch him with a @take,
Or cut his wezand with thy knife: Remember,
Fir@t to po@@e@s his books ; for without them
He's but a @ot, as I am, nor hath not
One @pirit to command : They all do hate him,
As rootedly as I : Burn but his books;
He has brave uten@ils, (for @o he calls them,)
Which, when he has a hou@e, he'll deck withal.
And that mo@t deeply to con@ider, is
The beauty of his daughter; he him@elf
Calls her a non-pareil : I ne'er @aw woman,
But only Sycorax my dam, and @he;
But @he as far @urpa@@eth Sycorax,
As greate@t does lea@t.
  <1STE>1. Is it @o brave a la@s ?
  <1CAL>1, Ay, lord; @he will become thy bed, I war-
     rant,
And bring thee forth brave brood.
  <1STE>1. Mon@ter, I will kill this man: his daugh-
ter and I will be kingand queen ; (@ave our graces !)
and Trinculo and thy @elf @hall be vice-roys :--Do@t
thou like the plot, Trinculo?
  <1TRIN>1. Excellent.
  <1STE>1. Give me thy hand ; I am @orry I beat thee :
but, while thou liv'@t, keep a good tongue in thy
head.
  <1CAL>1. Within this half hour will he be a@leep;
Wilt thou de@troy him then ?
  <1STE>1.           Ay, on mine honour.
  <1ARI>1. This will I tell my ma@ter.
  <1CAL>1. Thou mak'@t me merry : I am full of plea-
     @ure;
Let us be jocund : Will you troll the catch
You taught me but while-ere?
  <1STE>1, At thy reque@t, mon@ter, I will do rea@on,
any rea@on : Come on, Trinculo, let us @ing. [<1Sings>1.
  <1Flout 'em, and @kout 'em; and @kout 'em, and flout 'em>1 ;
  <1Thought is free>1.
  <1CAL>1. That's not the tune.
     <2[ARIEL>2 <1plays the tune on a tabor and pipe>1.
  <1STE>1. What is this @ame?
  <1TRIN>1. This is the tune of our catch, play'd by
the picture of No-body.
  <1STE>1. If thou bee@t a man, @hew thy@elf in thy
likene@s : if thou bee@t a devil, take't as thou li@t.
  <1TRIN>1, O, forgive me my @ins !
  <1STE>1, He that dies, pays all debts : I defy thee:--
Mercy upon us !
  <1CAL>1, Art thou afeard ?
  <1STE>1, No, mon@ter, not I.
  <1CAL>1, Be not afeard; the i@le is full of noi@es,
Sounds, and @weet airs, that give delight, and
     hurt not.
Sometimes a thou@and twangling in@truments
Will hum about mine ears ; and @ometime voices,
That, if I then had wak'd after long @leep,
Will make me @leep again: and then, in dream-
     ing,
The clouds, methought, would open, and @hew riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak'd,
I cry'd to dream again.
  <1STE>1, This will prove a brave kingdom to me,
where I @hall have my mu@ic for nothing.
  <1CAL>1. When Pro@pero is de@troy'd.
  <1STE>1, That @hall be by and by : I remember the
     @tory.
  <1TRIN>1. The @ound is going away: let's follow it,
and after, do our work.
  <1STE>1. Lead, mon@ter ; we'll follow,--I would, I
could @ee this taborer: he lays it on.
  <1TRIN>1. Wilt come ? I'll follow, Stephano.
                                   [<1Exeunt>1.
                       SCENE  III.
             <1Another part of the i@land>1.
    <1Enter>1 <2ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO,>2
           <2ADRIAN, FRANCISCO,>2 <1and others>1,
  <1GON>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 pa-
     tience,
I needs mu@t re@t me.
  <1ALON>1,           Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who am my@elf attach'd with wearine@s,
To the dulling of my @pirits : @it down, and re@t,
Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it
No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd,
Whom thus we @tray to find; and the @ea mocks
Our fru@trate @earch on land : Well, let him go.
  <1ANT>1, I am right glad that he's @o out of hope.
                            [<1Aside to>1 <2SEBASTIAN.>2
Do not, for one repul@e, forego the purpo@e
That you re@olv'd to effect.
  <1SEB>1.             The next advantage
Will we take thoroughly.
  <1ANT>1.            Let it be to-night;
For, now they are oppre@s'd with travel, they
Will not, nor cannot, u@e @uch vigilance,
As when they are fre@h.
  <1SEB>1,           I @ay, to-night : no more.
<1Solemn and @trange mu@ick>1 ; <1and>1 <2PROSPERO>2 <1above, in->1
     <1vi@ible, Enter@everal@trange Shapes, bringing in a>1
     <1banquet; they dance about it with gentle actions of>1
     <1@alutation; and, inviting the king, &c. to eat, they>1
     <1depart>1,
  <1ALON>1; What harmony is this? My good friends,
     hark !
  <1GON>1. Marvellous @weet mu@ick !
  <1ALON>1, Give us kind keepers, heavens ! What
     were the@e ?
  <1SEB>1. A living drollery: Now I will believe,
That there are unicorns ; that, in Arabia
There is one tree, the phoenix' throne; one
     phoenix
At this hour reigning there,
 <1ANT>1          I'll believe both;
And what does el@e want credit, come to me,
And I'll be @worn 'tis true: Travellers ne'er did
     lie,
Though fools at home condemn them.
  <1GON>1.          If in Naples
I @hould report this now, would they believe me?
If I @hould @ay, I @aw @uch i@landers,
(For, certes, the@e are people of the i@land,)
Who, though they are of mon@trous @hape, yet, note,
Their manners are more gentle-kind, than of
Our human generation you @hall find
Many, nay, almo@t any,
  <1PRO>1.                   Hone@t lord,
Thou ha@t @aid well; for @ome of you there pre@ent,
Are wor@e than devils.          [<1A@ide>1.
  <1ALON>1.                   I cannot too much mu@e,
Such @hapes, @uch ge@ture, and @uch @ound, ex-
     pre@@ing
(Although they want the u@e of tongue,) a kind
Of excellent dumb di@cour@e.
  <1PRO>1,                Prai@e in departing.
  <1FRAN>1, They vani@h'd @trangely.
  <1SEB>1.              No matter, @ince
They have left their viands behind; for we have
     @tomachs.---
Will't plea@e you ta@te of what is here ?
  <1ALON>1,                 Not I.
 <1GON>1, Faith, @ir, you need not fear; When we
      were boys,
Who would believe that there were mountaineers,
Dew-lapp'd like bulls, who@e threats had hanging
      at them
Wallets of fle@h? or that there were @uch men,
Who@e heads @tood in their brea@ts ? which now
      we find,
Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us
Good warrant of.
  <1ALON>1, I will @tand to, and feed,
Although my la@t: no matter, @ince I feel
The be@t is pa@t :--Brother, my lord the duke,
Stand too, and do as we.
<1Thunder and lightning. Enter>1 <2ARIEL>2 <1like a harpy;>1
  <1claps his wings upon the table, and, with a quaint>1
  <1device, the banquet vani@hes>1.
  <1ARI>1 You are three men of @in, whom de@tiny
(That hath to in@trument this lower world,
And what is in't) the never-@urfeited @ea
Hath cau@ed to belch up; and on this i@land
Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mong@t men
Being mo@t unfit to live. I have made you mad ;
       [<1Seeing>1 <2ALON, SEB>2. <1&c, draw their @words>1.
And even with @uch like valour, men hang and
      drown
Their proper @elves. You fools ! I and my fel-
      lows
Are mini@ters of fate; the elements
Of whom your @words are temper'd, may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at @tabs
Kill the @till-clo@ing waters, as dimini@h
One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow-mi-
      ni@ters
Are like invulnerable : if you could hurt,
Your @words are now too ma@@y for your @trengths,
And will not be uplifted: But, remember,
(For that's my bu@ine@s to you,) that you three
From Milan did @upplant good Pro@pero ;
Expos'd unto the @ea, which hath requit it,
Him, and his innocent child : for which foul deed
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
Incens'd the @eas and @hores, yea, all the creatures,
Again@t your peace: Thee, of thy @on, Alon@o,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me,
Ling'ring perdition (wor@e than any death
Can be at once,) @hall @tep by @tep attend
You, and your ways; who@e wraths to guard you
      from
(Which here, in this mo@t de@olate i@le, el@e falls
Upon your heads,) is nothing, but heart's @orrow,
And a clear life en@uing.
<1He vani@hes in thunder : then, to @oft mu@ick, enter the>1
  <1Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes and>1
  <1carry out the table>1,
  <1PRO>1, [<1A@ide,]>1 Bravely the figure of this harpy
      ha@t thou
Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring;
Of my in@truction ha@t thou nothing 'bated,
In what thou had@t to @ay : @o, with good life,
And ob@ervation @trange, my meaner mini@ters
Their @everal kinds have done: my high charms
    work,
And the@e, mine enemies, are all knit up
In their di@tractions: they now are in my power;
And in the@e fits I leave them, whil@t I vi@it
Young Ferdinand (whom they @uppo@e is drown'd,)
And his and my lov'd darling.
                 [<1exit>1 <2PROSPERO>2 <1from above>1.
  <1GON>1, I' thy name of @omething holy, @ir, why
      @tand you
In this @trange @tare?
  <1ALON>1,           O, it is mon@trous ! mon@trous !
Methought, the billows @poke, and told me of it;
The winds did @ing it to me; and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd
The name of Pro@per; it did ba@s my tre@pa@s,
Therefore my @on i'the ooze is bedded ; and
I'll @eek him deeper than e'er plummet @ounded,
And with him there lie mudded.          [<1Exit>1.
  <1SEB>1.            But one fiend at a time,
I'll fight their legions o'er.
  <1ANT>1,               I'll be thy @econd,
                     [<1Exeunt>1 <2SEB.>2 <1and>1 <2ANT,>2
  <1GON>1. All three of them are de@perate ; their great
      guilt,
Like poi@on given to work a great time after
Now 'gins to bite the @pirits :--I do be@eech you
That are of @uppler joints, follow them @wiftly,
And hinder them from what this ec@tacy
May now provoke them to.
  <1ADRI>1.           Follow, I pray you.
                                     [<1Exeunt>1.
                    ACT IV, SCENE I.
             <1Before>1 Pro@pero's <1cell>1.
  <1Enter>1 <2PROSPERO, FERDINAND,>2 <1and>1 <2MIRANDA.>2
  <1PRO>1. If I have too au@terely puni@h'd you,
Your compen@ation makes amends ; for I
Have given you here a thread of mine own life,
Or that for which I live ; whom once again
I tender to thy hand : all thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
Ha@t @trangely @tood the te@t : here, afore Heaven,
I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,
Do not @mile at me, that I boa@t her off,
For thou @halt find @he will out@trip all prai@e,
And make it halt behind her.
  <1FER>1.              I do believe it,
Again@t an oracle.
  <1PRO>1. Then, as my gift, and thine own acqui-
     @ition
Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter : But
If thou do@t break her virgin knot before
All @anctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy rite be mini@ter'd,
No @weet a@per@ion @hall the heavens let fall
To make this contract grow ; but barren hate,
Sour-ey'd di@dain, and di@cord, @hall be@trew
The union of your bed with weeds @o loathly,
That you @hall hate it both : therefore, take heed,
As Hymen's lamps @hall light you.
  <1FER>1.               As I hope
For quiet days, fair i@@ue, and long life,
With @uch love as 'tis now; the murkie@t den,
The mo@t opportune place, the @trong'@t @ugge@tion
Our wor@er Genius can, @hall never melt
Mine honour into lu@t ; to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,
When I @hall think, or Phoebus' @teeds are founder'd,
Or night kept chain'd below.
  <1PRO>1.              Fairly @poke:
Sit then, and talk with her, @he is thine own.---
What, Ariel; my indu@trious @ervant Ariel !
                  <1Enter>1 <2ARIEL.>2
  <1ARI>1. What would my potent ma@ter ? here I am.
  <1PRO>1. Thou and thy meaner fellows your la@t
     @ervice
Did worthily perform; and I mu@t u@e you
In @uch another trick: go, bring the rabble,
O'er whom I give thee power, here, to this place;
Incite them to quick motion; for I mu@t
Be@tow upon the eyes of this young couple
Some vanity of mine art; it is my promi@e,
And they expect it from me.
  <1ARI>1.                Pre@ently?
  <1PRO>1. Ay, with a twink.
  <1ARI>1. Before you can @ay, <1Come>1, and <1go,>1
And breathe twice; and cry, <1@o, @o>1;
Each one, tripping on his toe,
Will be here with mop and mowe;
Do you love me, ma@ter? no.
  <1PRO>1. Dearly, my delicate Ariel: Do not ap-
     proach,
Till thou do@t hear me call.
  <1ARI>1,              Well I conceive.   [<1Exit>1.
  <1PRO>1. Look, thou be true ; do not give dalliance
Too much the rein; the @tronge@t oaths are @traw
To the fire i'the blood: be more ab@temious,
Or el@e, good night, your vow !
  <1FER>1.          I warrant you, @ir ;
The white-cold virgin @now upon my heart
Abates the ardour of my liver.
  <1PRO>1.                        Well.--
Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary,
Rather than want a @pirit; appear, and pertly.--
No tongue; all eyes ; be @ilent. [<1Soft mu@ick>1.
          <1A Ma@que. Enter>1 <2IRIS>2.
  <1IRIS>1. Ceres, mo@t bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and pea@e ;
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling @heep,
And flat meads thatch'd with @tover, them to keep;
Thy banks with peonied and lilied brims,
Which @pungy April at thy he@t betrims,
To make cold nymphs cha@te crowns ; and thy
    broom groves,
Who@e @hadow the di@mi@@ed bachelor loves,
Being la@s-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard;
And thy @ea-marge, @teril, and rocky-hard,
Where thou thy@elf do'@t air : The queen o' the @ky,
Who@e watery arch, and me@@enger, am I,
Bids thee leave the@e ; and with her @overeign grace,
Here on this gra@s-plot, in this very place,
To come and @port: her peacocks fly amain ;
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
            <1Enter>1 <2CERES.>2
  <1CER>1. Hail, many-colour'd me@@enger, that ne'er
Do@t di@obey the wife of Jupiter;
Who, with thy @affron wings, upon my flowers
Diffu@e@t honey-drops, refre@hing @howers ;
And with each end of thy blue bow do@t crown
My bo@ky acres, and my un@hrubb'd down,
Rich @carf to my proud earth ; Why hath thy queen
Summon'd me hither, to this @hort-gra@s'd green?
  <1IRIS>1. A contract of true love to celebrate;
And @ome donation freely to e@tate
On the ble@s'd lovers.
  <1GER>1.                  Tell me, heavenly bow,
If Venus, or her @on, as thou do@t know,
Do now attend the queen? @ince they did plot
The means, that du@ky Dis my daughter got,
Her and her blind boy's @candal'd company
I have for@worn.
  <1IRIS>1.              Of her @ociety
Be not afraid : I met her deity
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos; and her @on
Dove-drawn with her : here thought they to have
     done
Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
Who@e vows are, that no bed-rite @hall be paid
Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but in vain;
Mars's hot minion is return'd again;
Her wa@pi@h-headed @on has broke his arrows,
Swears he will @hoot no more, but play with @par-
     rows,
And be a boy right out.
  <1CER>1.             Highe@t queen of @tate,
Great Juno comes ; I know her by her gait.
                   <1Enter>1 <2JUNO.>2
  <1JUN>1. How does my bounteous @i@ter? Go with
     me,
To ble@s this twain, that they may pro@perous be,
And honour'd in their i@@ue.
                  S O N G.
  <2JUNO.>2 <1Honour, riches, marriage-ble@@ing>1,
           <1Long continuance, and increa@ing>1,
           <1Hourly joys be @till upon you>1.
           <1Juno @ings her blessings on you!>1
  <2CER.>2 <1Earth's increa@e, and foi@on plenty;>1
           <1Barns, and garners never empty>1 ;
           <1Vines, with clu@t'ring bunches growing;>1
           <1Plants, with goodly burden bowing>1 ;
           <1Spring come to you, at the farthe@t>1,
           <1In the very end of harve@t!>1
           <1Scarcity, and want, @hall @hun you>1 ;
           <1Ceres' ble@@ing @o is on you>1.

  <1FER>1. This is a mo@t maje@tic vi@ion, and
Harmonious charmingly: May I be bold
To think the@e @pirits ?
  <1PRO>1,                Spirits, which by mine art
I have from their confines call'd to enact
My pre@ent fancies.
  <1FER>1,                  Let me live here ever;
So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife,
Make this place Paradi@e.
[<1Juno and Ceres whi@per, and @end>1 <2IRIS>2 <1on employment.]>1
 <1PRO>1.              Sweet now, @ilence ;
Juno and Ceres whi@per @eriou@ly;
There's @omething el@e to do : hu@h, and be mute,
Or el@e our @pell is marr'd.
  <1IRIS>1. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the wan-
     dring brooks,
With your @edg'd crowns, and ever-harmle@s looks,
Leave your cri@p channels, and on this green land
An@wer your @ummons ; Juno does command :
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love; be not too late.
              <1Enter certain Nymphs>1.
You @un-burn'd @icklemen, of Augu@t weary,
Come hither from the furrow, and be merry;
Make holy-day : your rye-@traw hats put on,
And the@e fre@h nymphs encounter every one
In country footing.
  <1Enter certain Reapers, properly habited : they join with>1
     <1the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end>1
     <1whereof>1 <2PROSPERO>2 <1@tarts @uddenly, and @peaks; after>1
     <1which, to a @trange, hollow, and confu@ed noi@e, 1hey>1
     <1heavily vani@h>1.
  <1PRO>1. [<1a@ide>1.] I had forgot that foul con@piracy
Of the bea@t Caliban, and his confederates,
Again@t my life; the minute of their plot
Is almo@t come.--[<1To the @pirits.]>1 Well done ;--
     avoid;--no more.
  <1FER>1. This is mo@t @trange : your father's in
     @ome pa@@ion
That works him @trongly.
  <1MIRA>1.                 Never till this day,
Saw I him touch'd with anger @o di@temper'd.
  <1PRO>1. You do look, my @on, in a mov'd @ort,
As if you were di@may'd: be cheerful, @ir:
Our revels now are ended : the@e our actors,
As I foretold you, were all @pirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the ba@ele@s fabrick of this vi@ion,
the cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The @olemn temples, the great globe it@elf,
Yea, all which it inherit, @hall di@@olve;
And, like this in@ub@tantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind: We are @uch @tuff
As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with a @leep.--Sir, I am vex'd ;
Bear with my weakne@s ; my old brain is troubled,
Be not di@turb'd with my infirmity:
If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell,
And there repo@e; a turn or two I'll walk,
To @till my beating mind.
  <1FER, MIRA>1.               We wi@h your peace.
                                         [<1Exeunt>1.
  <1PRO>1, Come with a thought:---I thank you :---
      Ariel, come.
                 <1Enter>1 <2ARIEL>2.
  <1ARI>1. Thy thoughts I cleave to: What's thy
      plea@ure ?
  <1PRO>1.                     Spirit,
We mu@t prepare to meet with Caliban.
  <1ARI>1. Ay, my commander: when I pre@ented
      Ceres,
I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd,
Le@t I might anger thee.
  <1PRO>1. Say again, where did@t thou leave the@e
      varlets ?
  <1ARI>1. I told you, @ir, they were red-hot with
      drinking ;
So full of valour, that they @mote the air
For breathing in their faces ; beat the ground
For ki@@ing of their feet: yet always bending
Towards their project: Then I beat my tabor,
At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their
      ears,
Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their no@es,
As they @melt mu@ick; @o I charm'd their ears,
That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through
Tooth'd briers, @harp furzes, pricking go@s and
      thorns,
Which enter'd their frail @hins : at la@t I left them
I' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,
There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake
O'er-@tunk their feet.
  <1PRO>1. This was well done, my bird:
Thy @hape invi@ible retain thou @till:
The trumpery in my hou@e, go, bring it hither,
For @tale to catch the@e thieves.
  <1ARI>1.            I go, I go. [<1Exit>1,
  <1PRO>1, A devil, a born devil, on who@e nature
Nurture can never @tick; on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, all, all lo@t, quite lo@t;
And as, with age, his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers: I will plague them all,
<1Re-enter>1 <2ARIEL>2 <1loaden with gli@tering apparel, &c>1.
Even to roaring:--Come, hang them on this line.
<2PROSPERO>2 <1and>1 <2ARIEL>2 <1remain invi@ible. Enter>1
 <2CALIBAN, STEPHANO>2, <1and>1 <2TRINCULO,>2 <1all wet>1.
  <1CAL>1. Pray you, tread @oftly, that the blind mole
      may not
Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.
  <1STE>1. Mon@ter, your fairy, which, you @ay, is a
harmle@s fairy, has done little better than play'd
the Jack with us.
  <1TRIN>1. Mon@ter, I do @mell all hor@e-pi@s ; at
which my no@e is in great indignation.
  <1STE>1. So is mine. Do you hear, mon@ter? If
I @hould take a di@plea@ure again@t you ; look
you,--
  <1TRIN>1. Thou wert but a lo@t mon@ter.
  <1CAL>1. Good my lord, give me thy favour @till:
Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to
Shall hood-wink this mi@chance : therefore, @peak
      @oftly;
All's hu@h'd as midnight yet.
  <1TRIN>1. Ay, but to lo@e our bottles in the pool,--
  <1STE>1. There is not only di@grace and di@honour
in that. mon@ter, but an infinite lo@s.
  <1TRIN>1. That's more to me than my wetting : yet
this is your harmle@s fairy, mon@ter.
  <1STE>1. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er
ears for my labour.
  <1CAL>1. Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet : See@t thou
      here,
This is the mouth o' the cell: no noi@e, and enter :
Do that good mi@chief, which may make this i@land
Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
For aye thy foot-licker.
  <1STE>1. Give me thy hand: I do begin to have
      bloody thoughts.
  <1TRIN>1. O king Stephano ! O peer ! O worthy
Stephano ! look, what a wardrobe here is for
      thee!
  <1CAL>1. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but tra@h.
  <1TRIN>1. O, ho, mon@ter ; we know what belongs
to a frippery :---O king Stephano !
  <1STE>1. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this
hand, I'll have that gown.
  <1TRIN>1. Thy grace @hall have it.
  <1CAL>1. The drop@y drown this fool ! what do you
      mean,
To doat thus on @uch luggage ? Let's along,
And do the murder fir@t: if he awake,
From toe to crown he'll fill our @kins with pinches ;
Make us @trange @tuff.
  <1STE>1, Be you quiet, mon@ter.--Mi@tre@s line, is
not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the
line: now, jerkin, you are like to lo@e your
hair, and prove a bald jerkin.
  <1TRIN>1. Do, do : We @teal by line and level, and't
like your grace.
  <1STE>1. I thank thee for that je@t; here's a garment
for't: wit @hall not go unrewarded, while I am
king of this country: <1Steal by line and level>1, is an
excellent pa@s of pate; there's another garment
for't.
  <1TRIN>1. Mon@ter, come, put @ome lime upon
your fingers, and away with the re@t.
  <1CAL>1. I will have none on't: we @hall lo@e our
      time,
And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
With foreheads villainous low.
  <1STE>1. Mon@ter, lay-to your fingers ; help to bear
this away, where my hog@head of wine is, or I'll
turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this.
  <1TRIN>1. And this.
  <1STE>1, Ay, and this.
<1A noi@e of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in>1
  <1@hape of hounds, and hunt them about;>1 <2PROSPERO>2
  <1and>1 <2ARIEL>2 <1@etting them on>1.
  <1PRO>1. Hey, <1Mountain>1, hey !
 <1ARI>1. <1Silver!>1 there it goes, <1Silver!>1
  <1PRO>1, <1Fury, Fury!>1 there, <1Tyrant,>1 there! hark
      hark !
           <2[CAL. STE.>2 <1and>1 <2TRIN.>2 <1are driven out>1.
Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints
With dry convul@ions; @horten up their @inews
With aged cramps ; and more pinch-@potted make
      them,
Than pard, or cat o' mountain.
  <1ARI>1,                        Hark, they roar,
  <1PRO>1. Let them be hunted @oundly : At this hour
Lie at my mercy all mine enemies :
Shortly @hall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air at freedom : for a little,
Follow, and do me @ervice.        [<1Exeunt>1.
                      ACT V. SCENE I.
              <1Before the Cell of Pro@pero>1,
   <1Enter>1 <2PROSPERO>2 <1in his magick robes, and>1 <2ARIEL>2
  <1PRO>1. Now does my project gather to a head :
My charms crack not ; my @pirits obey ; and time
Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?
  <1ARI>1. On the @ixth hour; at which time, my lord,
You @aid our work @hould cea@e.
  <1PRO>1.             I did @ay @o,
When fir@t I rais'd the tempe@t. Say, my @pirit,
How fares the king and his ?
  <1ARI>1.               Confin'd together
In the @ame fa@hion as you gave in charge ;
Ju@t as you left them ; all pri@oners, @ir,
In the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell ;
They cannot budge, till your relea@e. The king,
His brother, and yours, abide all three di@tracted ;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of @orrow, and di@may ; but chiefly
Him you term'd, @ir, <1The good old lord, Gonzalo>1 ;
His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
From eaves of reeds : your charm @o @trongly works
      them,
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.
  <1PRO>1,              Do'@t thou think @o, @pirit?
  <1ARI>1. Mine would, @ir, were I human.
  <1PRO>1.                And mine @hall.
Ha@t thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions ? and @hall not my@elf,
One of their kind, that reli@h all as @harply,
Pa@@ion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ?
Though with their high wrongs I am @truck to the
      quick,
Yet, with my nobler rea@on, 'gain@t my fury
Do I take part : the rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent,
The @ole drift of my purpo@e doth extend
Not a frown further : Go, relea@e them, Ariel;
My charms I'll break, their @en@es I'll re@tore,
And they @hall be them@elves.
  <1ARI>1.               I'll fetch them, @ir. [<1Exit>1,
  <1PRO>1, Ye elves of hills, brooks, @tanding lakes,
      and groves ;
And ye, that on the @ands with printle@s foot
Do cha@e the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him,
When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that
By moon-@hine do the green-@our ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, who@e pa@-
      time
Is to make midnight mu@hrooms ; that rejoice
To hear the @olemn curfew; by who@e aid
(Weak ma@ters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd
The noon-tide @un, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green @ea and the azur'd vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's @tout oak
With his own bolt : the @trong-bas'd promontory
Have I made @hake ; and by the @purs pluck'd up
The pine, and cedar: graves, at my command,
Have wak'd their @leepers; oped, and let them forth
By my @o potent art: But this rough magick
I here abjure : and, when I have requir'd
Some heavenly mu@ick, (which even now I do,)
To work mine end upon their @en@es, that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my @taff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And, deeper than did ever plummet @ound,
I'll drown my book.        [<1Solemn mu@ick>1.
<1Re enter>1 <2ARIEL:>2 <1after him>1, <2ALONSO,>2 <1with a frantick>1
  <1ge@ture, attended by>1 <2GONZALO; SEBASTIAN>2 <1and>1
  <2ANTONIO>2 <1in like manner, attended by>1 <2ADRIAN>2 <1and>1
  <2FRANSISCO>2: <1They all enter the circle which>1 Pro@-
  PERO <1had made, and there @tand charmed; which>1
  Pro@pero <1ob@erving, @peaks>1.
A @olemn air, and the be@t comforter
To an un@ettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Now u@ele@s, boil'd within thy @kull ! There @tand,
For you are @pell-@topp'd.-----
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Mine eyes, even @ociable to the @hew of thine,
Fall fellowly drops.--The charm di@@olves apace;
And as the morning @teals upon the night,
Melting the darkne@s, @o their ri@ing fen@es
Begin to cha@e the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer rea@on.--O my good Gonzalo,
My true pre@erver, and a loyal @ir
To him thou follow'@t; I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed.--Mo@t cruelly
Did@t thou, Alon@o, u@e me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;--
Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Seba@tian.--Fle@h and
      blood,
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remor@e, and nature ; who, with Seba@tian,
(Who@e inward pinches therefore are mo@t @trong,)
Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive
      thee,
Unnatural though thou art !--Their under@tanding
Begins to @well ; and the approaching tide
Will @hortly fill the rea@onable @hores,
That now lie 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 ;
                        [<1Exit>1 <2ARIEL>2.
I will di@-ca@e me, and my@elf pre@ent,
As I was @ometime Milan :--quickly, @pirit;
Thou @halt ere long be free.
  <2ARIEL>2 <1re-enters, @inging, and helps to attire>1
                     <2PROSPERO.>2
  <1ARI>1, <1Where the bee @ucks, there @uck I;>1
    <1In a cow@lip's bell I lie>1:
    <1There I couch when owls do cry>1,
    <1On the bat's back I do fly>1,
    <1After @ummer, merrily>1:
  <1Merrily, merrily, @hall I live now>1,
  <1Under the blo@@om that hangs on the bough>1.
  <1PRO>1, Why, that's my dainty Ariel : I @hall mi@s
      thee ;
But yet thou @halt have freedom: @o, @o, @o.---
To the king's @hip, invi@ible as thou art:
There @halt thou find the mariners a@leep
Under the hatches ; the ma@ter, and the boat@wain,
Being awake, enforce them to this place;
And pre@ently, I pr'ythee.
  <1ARI>1. I drink the air before me, and return
Or e'er your pul@e twice beat. [<1Exit>1 <2ARIEL>2.
  <1GON>1. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze-
      ment
Inhabits here ; Some heavenly power guide us
Out of this fearful country !
  <1PRO>1.               Behold, @ir king,
The wronged duke of Milan, Pro@pero :
For more a@@urance that a living prince
Does now @peak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee, and thy company, I bid
A hearty welcome.
  <1ALON>1,             Whe'r thou bee@t he, or no,
Or @ome inchanted trifle to abu@e me,
As late I have been, I not know: thy pul@e
Beats, as of fle@h and blood ; and, @ince I @aw thee,
The affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear, a madne@s held me : this mu@t crave
(An if this be at all,) a mo@t @trange @tory.
Thy dukedom I re@ign; and do intreat
Thou pardon me my wrongs:--But how @hould
      Pro@pero
Be living, and be here?
  <1PRO>1.               Fir@t, noble friend,
Let me embrace thine age ; who@e honour cannot
Be mea@ur'd, or confin'd.
  <1GON>1,                     Whether this be,
Or be not, I'll not @wear.
  <1PRO>1.                You do yet ta@te
Some @ubtilties o' the i@le, that will not let you
Believe things certain:--Welcome, my friends
      all ;---
But you, my brace of lords, were I @o minded,
                     [<1A@ide to>1 <2SEB.>2 <1and>1 <2ANT.>2
I here could pluck his highne@s' frown upon you,
And ju@tify you traitors; at this time
I'll tell no tales.
  <1SEB>1. The devil @peaks in him.             [<1A@ide>1.
  <1PRO>1.                     No :-----
For you, mo@t wicked @ir, whom to call brother
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy ranke@t fault; all of them ; and require,
My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know,
Thou mu@t re@tore.
  <1ALON>1.            If thou bee@t Pro@pero,
Give us particulars of thy pre@ervation :
How thou ha@t met us here, who three hours @ince
Were wreck'd upon this @hore; where I have lo@t,
How @harp the point of this remembrance is !
My dear @on Ferdinand.
  <1PRO>1.                 I am woe for't, @@ir.
  <1ALON>1. Irreparable is the lo@s; and patience
Says, it is pa@t her cure.
  <1PRO>1.                       I rather think,
You have not @ought her help ; of who@e @oft grace,
For the like lo@s, I have her @overeign aid,
And re@t my@elf content.
  <1ALON>1.                 You the like lo@s ?
  <1PRO>1. As great to me, as late ; and, portable
To make the dear lo@s, have I means much weaker
Than you may call to comfort you ; for I
Have lo@t my daughter.
  <1ALON>1,                     A daughter?
O heavens ! that they were living both in Naples,
The king and queen there ! that they were, I wi@h
My@elf were mudded in that oozy bed
Where my @on lies. When did you lo@e your
      daughter ?
  <1PRO>1. In this la@t tempe@t. I perceive, the@e lords
At this encounter do @o much admire,
That they devour their rea@on; and @carce think
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath : but, how@oe'er you have
Been ju@tled from your @en@es, know for certain,
That I am Pro@pero, and that very duke
Which was thru@t forth of Milan; who mo@t
      @trangely
Upon this @hore, where you were wreck'd, 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 breakfa@t, nor
Befitting this fir@t meeting. Welcome, @ir;
This cell's my court: here have I few attendants,
And @ubjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
My dukedom @ince you have given me again,
I will requite you with as good a thing;
At lea@t, bring forth a wonder, to content ye,
As much as me my dukedom.
<1The entrance of the cell opens, and di@covers>1 <2FERDI>2-
      <2NAND>2 <1and>1 <2MIRANDA>2 <1playing at che@s>1.
  <1MIRA>1, Sweet lord, you play me fal@e.
  <1FER>1.               No, my deare@t love,
I would not for the world.
  <1MIRA>1, Yes, for a @core of kingdoms, you
      @hould wrangle,
And I would call it fair play.
  <1ALON>1.           If this prove
A vi@ion of the i@land, one dear @on
Shall I twice lo@e.
  <1SEB>1.                A mo@t high miracle!
  <1FER>1. Though the @eas threaten, they are mer-
        ciful:
I have curs'd them without cau@e.
                      [<2FERD>2. <1kneels to>1 <2ALON>2.
  <1ALON>1.                    Now all the ble@@ings
Of a glad father compa@s thee about!
Ari@e, and @ay how thou cam'@t here.
  <1MIR>1.                O! wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has @uch people in't!
  <1PRO>1.        'Tis new to thee.
  <1ALON>1. What is this maid, with whom thou wa@t
       at play?
Your eld'@t acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Is @he the godde@s that hath @ever'd us,
And brought us thus together?
  <1FER>1.            Sir, @he's mortal;
But, by immortal providence, @he's mine;
I cho@e her, when I could not a@k my father
For his advice; nor thought I had one: @he
Is daughter to this famous duke of Milan,
Of whom @o often I have heard renown,
But never @aw before; of whom I have
Receiv'd a @econd life, and @econd father
This lady makes him to me.
  <1ALON>1.         I am hers:
But O, how oddly will it @ound, that I
Mu@t a@k my child forgivene@s!
  <1PRO>1.           There, @ir, @top;
Let us not burden our remembrances
With a heavine@s that's gone.
  <1GON>1.         I have inly wept,
Or @hould have @poke ere this. Look down, you
     gods,
And on this couple drop a ble@@ed crown;
For it is you, that hve chalk'd forth the way
Which brought us hither!
  <1ALON>1.         I @ay, amen, Gonzalo!
  <1GON>1. Was Milan thru@t from Milan, that his i@@ue
Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice
Beyond a common joy; and @et it down
With gold on la@ting pillars: In one voyage
Did Claribel her hu@band find at Tunis;
And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife,
Where he him@elf was lo@t; Pro@pero his dukedom,
In a poor i@le; and all of us, our@elves,
When no man was his own.
  <1ALON>1.               Give me your hands:
                              [<1To>1 <2FER>2 <1and>1 <2MIR.>2.
Let grief and @orrow @till embrace his heart,
That doth not wi@h you joy !
  <1GON>1,                Be't @o! Amen!
<1Re-enter>1 <2ARIEL,>2 <1with the>1 Ma@ter <1and>1 Boat@wain
                 <1amazedly following>1.
O look, @ir, look, @ir; here are more of us !
I prophe@y'd, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown:--Now, bla@phemy,
That @wear'@t grace o'erboard, not an oath on
      @hore ?
Ha@t thou no mouth by land? What is the news ?
  <1BOATS>1. The be@t news is, that we have @afely
      found
Our king, and company: the next, our ship,---
Which, but three gla@@es @ince, we gave out @plit,---
Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when
We fir@t put out to @ea.
  <1ARI>1.             Sir, all this @ervice
Have I done @ince I went. [<1A@ide.
  <1PRO>1.                My trick@y @pirit !
  <1ALON>1, The@e are not natural events; they
      @trengthen,
From @trange to @tranger:---Say, how came you
      hither ?
  <1BOATS>1. If I did think, @ir, I were well awake,
I'd @trive to tell you. We were dead of @leep
And (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under hatches,
Where, but even now, with @trange and @everal
      noi@es
Of roaring, @hrieking, howling, gingling chains,
And more diver@ity of @ounds, all horrible,
We were awak'd ; @traitway, at liberty :
Where we, in all her trim, fre@hly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant @hip ; our ma@ter
Cap'ring to eye her: On a trice, @o plea@e you,
Even in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.
  <1ARI>1,              Was't well done ?
  <1PRO>1, Bravely, my diligence. Thou [<1A@ide>1.
      @halt be free.
  <1ALON>1, This is as @trange a maze as e'er men
      trod :
And there is in this busine@s more than nature
Was ever conduct of: @ome oracle
Mu@t rectify our knowledge.
  <1PRO>1.              Sir, my liege,
Do not infe@t your mind with beating on
The @trangene@s of this bu@ine@s; at pick'd lei@ure,
Which @hall be @hortly, @ingle I'll re@olve you
(Which to you @hall @eem probable,) of every
The@e happen'd accidents : till when, be cheerful,
And think of each thing well. -- Come hither,
      @pirit;              [<1A@ide>1.
Set Caliban and his companions free:
Untie the @pell. [<1Exit>1 <2ARIEL>2]. How fares my gra-
      cious @ir?
There are yet mi@@ing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.
<1Re-enter>1 <2ARIEL>2, <1driving in>1 <2CALIBAN, STEPHANO,>2
 <1and>1 <2TRINCULO>2, <1in their @tolen apparel>1.
  <1STE>1. Every man @hift for all the re@t, and let no
man take care for him@elf ; for all is but fortune:--
Coragio, bully-mon@ter, Coragio !
  <1TRIN>1. If the@e be true @pies which I wear in my
head, here's a goodly @ight.
  <1CAL>1. O Setebos, the@e be brave @pirits, indeed !
How fine my ma@ter is! I am afraid
He will cha@ti@e me.
  <1SEB>1.             Ha, ha;
What things are the@e, my lord Antonio !
Will money buy them?
  <1ANT>1,              Very like; one of them
Is a plain fi@h, and, no doubt, marketable.
  <1PRO>1, Mark but the badges of the@e men, my
      lords,
Then @ay, if they be true:--- This mi@-@hapen
      knave,-----
His mother was a witch; and one @o @trong
That could control the moon, make flows and
      ebbs,
And deal in her command, without her power:
The@e three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil
(For he's a ba@tard one,) had plotted with them
To take my life: two of the@e fellows you
Mu@t know, and own ; this thing of darkne@s I
Acknowledge mine.
  <1CAL>1.             I @hall be pinch'd to death.
  <1ALON>1. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
  <1SEB>1. He is drunk now : Where had he wine ?
  <1ALON>1. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where
      @hould they
Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them ?
How cam'@t thou in this pickle ?
  <1TRIN>1. I have been in @uch a pickle, @ince I @aw
you la@t, that, I fear me, will never out of my
bones : I @hall not fear fly-blowing.
  <1SEB>1. Why, how now, Stephano ?
  <1STE>1. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but
      a cramp.
  <1PRO>1, You'd be king of the i@le, @irrah ?
  <1STE>1. I @hould have been a @ore one then.
  <1ALON>1, This is as @trange a thing as e'er I Iook'd
      on,                [<1Pointing to>1 <2CALIBAN,>2
  <1PRO>1. He is as di@proportion'd in his manners,
As in his @hape :--Go, @irrah, to my cell;
Take with you your companions ; as you look
To have my pardon, trim it hand@omely.
  <1CAL>1. Ay, that I will ; and I'll be wi@e hereafter,
And @eek for grace : What a thrice-double a@s
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
And wor@hip this dull fool?
  <1PRO>1,               Go to; away !
 <1ALON>1, Hence, and be@tow your luggage where
      you found it.
  <1SEB>1. Or @tole it, rather.
               [<1Exeunt>1 <2CAL. STE>2. <1and>1 <2TRIN.>2
  <1PRO>1, Sir, I invite your highne@s, and your train,
To my poor cell : where you @hall take your re@t
For this one night; which (part of it,) I'll wa@te
With @uch di@cour@e, as, I not doubt, @hall make it
Go quick away: the @tory of my life,
And the particular accidents, gone by,
Since I came to this i@le: And in the morn,
I'll bring you to your @hip, and @o to Naples,
Where I have hope to @ee the nuptial
Of the@e our dear-beloved @olemniz'd ;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought @hall be my grave.
  <1ALON>1.                        I long
To hear the @tory of your life, which mu@t
Take the ear @trangely.
  <1PRO>1,             I'll deliver all;
And promi@e you calm @eas, au@picious gales,
And @ail @o expeditious, that @hall catch
Your royal fleet far off,--My Ariel ;--chick,---
That is thy charge ; then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well !--[<1a@ide>1.] Plea@e you,
      draw near. [<1Exeunt>1.
                   E P I L O G U E

                 SPOKEN BY PROSPERO

         <1NOW my charms are all o'erthrown>1,
         <1And what @trength I have's mine own;>1
         <1Which is mo@t faint: now, 'tis true>1,
         <1I mu@t be here confin'd by you>1
         <1Or @ent to Naples: Let me not>1,
         <1Since I have my dukedom got>1,
         <1And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell>1
         <1In this bare i@land, by your @pell;>1
         <1But relea@e me from my hands>1.
         <1With the help of your good hands>1.
         <1Gentle breath of yours my @ails>1
         <1Mu@t fill, or el@e my project fails>1,
         <1Which was to plea@e: Now I want>1
         <1Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;>1
         <1And my ending is de@pair>1,
         <1Unle@s I be reliev'd by prayer;>1

         <1Which pierces @o, that it a@@aults>1
         <1Mercy it@elf,and frees all faults>1.
           <1As you from crimes would pardon'd be>1,
          <1Let you indulgence @et me free>1.