                          <1ACT>1 I.
                <1SCENE>1 I. <1A Ship at Sea>1.
        <1A great Storm, with Thunder and Lightning>1.
            <1Enter, upon Deck, a>1 Ship-ma@ter,
                   <1and a>1 Boat@wain.


  <1Ma@>1.  Boat@wain,--
  <1Boa>1.  Here, ma@ter: What cheer?
  <1Ma@>1.  Good: Speak to th' mariners: fall to't, yarely,
or we run our@elves aground: be@tir, be@tir.     [<1Exit>1.
                       <1Enter Mariners>1.
  <1Boa>1.  Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my
hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-@ail; Tend to th'
ma@ter's whi@tle:--Blow, 'till thou bur@t thy wind, if
room enough.                           [<1Exeunt Mariners, aloft.>1
       <1Enter>1 <2ALONSO>2, Seba@tian, Ferdinand,
          <2ANTONIO, GONZALO,>2 <1and Others>1.
  <1ALO>1.  Good boat@wain, have care.  Where's the
ma@ter? Play the men.
  <1Boa>1.  I pray now, keep below.
  <1ANT>1.  Where is the ma@ter, boat@wain?
  <1Boa>1.  Do you not hear him? You mar our labour;
Keep your cabins; You do a@@i@t the @torm.
  <1GON>1.  Nay, good, be patient.
  <1Boa>1.  When the @ea is.  Hence.  What care these
roarers for the name of king?  To cabin: @ilence:
trouble us not.
  <1GON>1.  Good; yet remember whom thou ha@t aboard.
  <1Boa>1.  None that I more love than my@elf.  You are
a coun@ellor; If you can command these elements to
@ilence, and work the peace of the present, we will
not hand a rope more, use 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: me-
thinks, 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 miserable.     [<1Exeunt.>1
                   <1Re-enter>1 Boat@wain.
  <1Boa>1.  Down with the top-ma@t; yare, lower, lower;
bring her to try with main-cour@e.      [<1Cry within>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@phe-
mous, incharitable dog!
  <1Boa>1.  Work you then.
  <1ANT>1.  Hang, cur, hang! you whor@on in@olent noise-
maker! we are le@s afraid to be drown'd, than thou art.
  <1GON>1.  I'll warrant him for drowning; though the
@hip were no @tronger than a nut-@hell, and as leaky as
an un@tanch'd wench.
  <1Boa>1.  Lay her a-hold, a-hold; @et her two cour@es
off to @ea again, lay her off.                     [<1Cry again>1.
                  <1Enter>1 Mariners, <1wet>1.
  <1Mar>1.  All lo@t; to prayers, to prayers; all lo@t!
                                          [<1Exeunt>1 Mariners.
  <1Boa>1.  What, mu@t our mouths be cold?        [them;
  <1GON>1.  The king and prince at prayers! let's a@@i@t
For our ca@e is as theirs.
  <1SEB>1.  I'm out of patience.                [ards.--
  <1ANT>1.  We are meerly cheated of our lives by drunk-
This wide-chopt ra@cal; 'Would, thou might'@t lye
The wa@hing of ten tides!              [drowning,
  <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.--Mercy on us!
         [<1A confus'd Noise within>1.-- We @plit, we @plit!
         --Farewel my wife and children!--Farewel,
         brother!-- We @plit, we @plit, we @plit!
  <1ANT>1.  Let's all @ink wi' the king.       [<1Exit>1.
  <1SEB>1.  Let's take leave of him.                [<1Exit>1.
  <1GON>1.  Now would I give a thousand furlongs of @ea
for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown @urze,
any thing: The wills above be done, but I would fain
dye a dry death.                            [<1Exeunt>1.
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<1SCENE>1 II. <1The I@land. Before>1 Pro@pero's <1Cell>1.
    <1Enter>1 <2PROSPERO>2, <1and>1 <2MIRANDA>2.
  <1MIR>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 those 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 fraighting @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 <1Pro@pero>1, ma@ter of a full-poor cell,
And thy no greater father.
  <1MIR>1.  More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
  <1PRO>1.  'Tis time
I @hould inform thee farther.  Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magick garment from me.--So;         [fort.
Lye + there, my art.--Wipe thou thine eyes; have com-
The direful @pectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
The very virtue of compa@@ion in thee,
I have with @uch provision in mine art
So @afely order'd, that there is no lo@s,
No, not @o much perdition as an hair,
Betid to any creature in the ve@@el,          [down,
Which thou heard'@t cry, which thou @aw'@t @ink.  Sit
For thou mu@t now know farther.
  <1MIR>1.  You have often
Begun to tell me what I am; but @topt;
And left me to a bootle@s inquisition,
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.
  <1MIR>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.
  <1MIR>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, <1Miranda:>1 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 ought, ere thou cam'@t here;
How thou cam'@t here, thou may'@t.
  <1MIR>1.  But that I do not.
  <1PRO>1.  Twelve year @ince, <1Miranda>1, twelve year @ince,
Thy father was the duke of <1Milan>1, and
A prince of power.
  <1MIR>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 <1Milan>1; and his only heir
A prince@s: no wor@e i@@u'd.
  <1MIR>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.
  <1MIR>1.  O, my heart bleeds
To think o'the teen that I have turn'd you to,
which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
  <1PRO>1.  My brother, and thy uncle, call'd <1Antonio>1,--
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 <1Pro@pero>1 the prime duke; being @o reputed
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,
Without a parallel; those 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?--
  <1MIR>1.  Sir, mo@t heedfully.
  <1PRO>1.  Being once perfected how to grant @uits,
How to deny them; who to advance, and who
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 i'the @tate
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
And @uckt my verdure out on't.  Thou attend'@t not.
  <1MIR>1.  O, <1yes>1 good @ir, I do.
  <1PRO>1.  I pray thee, mark me.
I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
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@ehood, in it's 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 lye,-- he did believe
He was, indeed, the duke; from @ub@titution,
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative: Hence his ambition growing,--
Do@t thou hear, <1girl>1?
  <1MIR>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 <1Milan:>1 Me, poor man, my library
Was dukedom large enough! of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable: confederates
(So dry he was for @way) wi' the king of <1Naples>1;
To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor <1Milan!>1)
To mo@t ignoble @tooping.
  <1MIR>1.  O the heavens!                         [me,
  <1PRO>1. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell
If this might be a brother.
  <1MIR>1.  I @hould @in,
To think but nobly of my grand-mother:
Good wombs have born bad @ons.
  <1PRO>1.  Now the condition.
This king of <1Naples>1, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's @uit:
Which was, That he, in lieu o'the premises,--
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,--
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair <1Milan>1,
With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon,
A treacherous army levy'd, one midnight,
Fated to the purpose, did <1Antonio>1 open
The gates of <1Milan>1; and i'the dead of darkne@s,
The mini@ters for the purpose hurry'd thence
Me, and thy crying @elf.
  <1MIR>1.  Alack, for pity!
I, not remembring how I cry'd on't then,
Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,
That wrings mine eyes to't.
  <1PRO>1.  Hear a little further,
And then I'll bring thee to the present busine@s
Which now's upon us; without the which, this @tory
Were mo@t impertinent.
  <1MIR>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 @o bloody on the busine@s; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurry'd us aboard a bark;
Bore us @ome leagues to @ea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carca@e of a boat, not rig'd,
Nor tackle, nor @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, whose pity, @ighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.
  <1MIR>1.  Alack! what trouble
Was I then to you!
  <1PRO>1.  O, a cherubin
Thou wa@t, that did preserve me! Thou did'@t @mile,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
When I have deck'd the @ea with drops full @alt,
Under my burthen groan'd; which rais'd in me
An undergoing @tomach, to bear up
Again@t what @hould en@ue.
  <1MIR>1.  How came we a@hore?
  <1PRO>1.  By providence divine.
Some food we had, and @ome fre@h water, that
A noble <1Neapolitan, Gonzalo>1,
Out of his charity, (he being then appointed
Ma@ter of this de@ign) did give us; with
Rich garments, linnens, @tuffs, and nece@@aries,
Which @ince have @teeded much: @o, of his gentlene@s,
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furni@h'd me,
From mine own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
  <1MIR>1.  'Would I might
But ever @ee that man!
  <1PRO>1.  Now I arise:--
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.        [@ir,
  <1MIR>1.  Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you,
(For @till 'tis beating in my mind) your reason
For raising 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 mo@t au@picious @tar; 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 ca@t not choose.--
                                    [Miranda <1@leeps.>1
Come away, @ervant, come: I'm ready now;
Approach, my <1Ariel>1, come.
                       <1Enter>1 <2ARIEL>2.
<1ARI>1.  All hail, great ma@ter! grave @ir, hail! I come
To an@wer thy be@t pleasure; be't to fly,
To @wim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds: to thy @trong bidding ta@k
<1Ariel>1 and all his quality.
  <1PRO>1.  Ha@t thou, @pirit,
Perform'd to point the tempe@t that I bad thee?
  <1ARI>1.  To every article.
I boarded the king's @hip; now on the beak,
Now in the wa@te, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-ma@t,
The yards, and bore-@prit, would I flame di@tinctly,
Then meet, and join: <1Jove's>1 lightnings, the precur@ers
O' the dreadful thunder-clap, more momentary
And @ight-out-running were not: The fire, and cracks
Of @ulphurous roaring, the mo@t mighty <1Neptune>1
Seem to be@iege; and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident @hake.
  <1PRO>1.  My brave brave @pirit!
Who was @o firm, @o con@tant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason?
  <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, <1Ferdinand,>1
With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the fir@t man that leap'd; cry'd, <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, <1Ariel>1, @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@per@'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 @hip,
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-vext <1Bermoothes>1, there @he's hid:
The mariners all under hatches @tow'd;
Who, 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@per@'d, they all have met again;
And are upon the <1Mediterranean>1 flote,
Bound @adly home for <1Naples>1;
Supposing that they @aw the king's @hip wreck'd,
And his great per@on peri@h.
  <1PRO>1.  <1Ariel>1, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:
What is the time o'the day?
  <1ARI>1.  Pa@t the mid @eason.                     [now
  <1PRO>1.  At lea@t two gla@@es; The time 'twixt @ix and
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 lyes, made thee no mi@takings, @erv'd
Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou did@t promise
To bate me a full year.
  <1PRO>1.  Do@t thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
  <1ARI>1.  No.                                     [ooze
  <1PRO>1.  Thou do@t; and think'@t it much, to tread the
Of the @alt deep;
To run upon the @harp wind of the north;
To do me busine@s in the veins o'the earth,
When it is bak'd with fro@t.
  <1ARI>1.  I do not, @ir.
  <1PRO>1.  Thou ly'@t, malignant thing: Hast thou forgot
The foul witch <1Sycorax>1, 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 <1Argier>1.
  <1PRO>1.  O, was @he @o? I mu@t,
Once in a month, recount what thou ha@t been,
Which thou forget'@t.  This damn'd witch, <1Sycorax>1,
For mi@chiefs manifold, and @orceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from <1Argier>1,
Thou know'st, was bani@h'd; for one thing @he did,
They would not take her life: Is not this true?
  <1ARI>1.  Ay, @ir.                           [child,
  <1PRO>1.  This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with
And here was left by the @ailors: Thou, my @lave,
As thou report'@t thy@elf, wa@t then her @ervant:
And, for thou wa@t a @pirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhor'd commands,
Refusing 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
Imprison'd, thou did@t painfully remain
A dozen years; within which @pace @he dy'd,
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 freckl'd whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with
A human @hape.
  <1ARI>1,  Yes; <1Caliban>1 her @on.
  <1PRO>1.  Dull thing, I @ay @o; he, that <1Caliban>1,
Whom now I keep in @ervice.  Thou be@t 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 <1Sycorax>1
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 @piriting 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; invisible
To every eye-ball el@e: Go, take this @hape,
And hither come in it: go, hence, with diligence.
                                       [<1Exit>1 <2ARIEL>2.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou ha@t @lept well;
Awake!
  <1MIR>1.  The @trangene@s of your @tory put
Heavine@s in me.
  <1PRO>1.  Shake it off: Come on;
We'll visit <1Caliban>1, my @lave, who never
Yields us kind an@wer.
  <1MIR>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! <1Caliban!>1
Thou earth, thou @peak!
  <1CAL>1.  [<1within>1 There's wood enough within.  [thee:
  <1PRO>1.  Come forth, I @ay; there's other busine@s for
Come, thou tortoise! when!
         <1Re-enter>1 <2ARIEL>2, <1like a Water-nymph>1.
"Fine apparition! My quaint <1Ariel>1,"
"Hark in thine ear."
  <1ARI>1.  "My lord, it @hall be done."           [<1Exit>1 <2ARIEL>2.
  <1PRO>1.  Thou poisonous @lave, got by the devil him@elf
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
                <1Enter>1 <2CALIBAN>2.
  <1CAL>1.  As wicked dew, as ere my mother bru@h'd
With raven's feather from unwhol@om fen,
Drop on you both! a @outh-we@t blow on ye,
And bli@ter you all o'er!                      [cramps,
  <1PRO>1.  For this, be @ure, to-night thou @halt have
Side-@titches that @hall pen thy breath up; urchins
Shall, for that va@t of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee: thou @halt be pinch'd
As thick as honey-comb, each pinch more @tinging
Than bees that made them.
  <1CAL>1.  I mu@t eat my dinner.
This i@land's mine, by <1Sycorax>1 my mother,
Which thou tak'@t from me. When thou cam'@t fir@t,
Thou @troak'd@t me, and mad'@t much of me; would'@t
Water with berries in't; and teach me how  [give me
To name the bigger light, and how the le@s,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
And @hew'd thee all the qualities o' the i@le,
The fre@h-@prings, brine-pits, barren place, and fertil;--
Cur@'d be I, that I did @o!--All the charms
Of <1Sycorax>1, 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 o'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.  Oh ho, oh oh!--'would't had been done!
Thou did'@t prevent me; I had peopl'd el@e
This i@le with <1Calibans>1.
  <1PRO>1.  Abhorred @lave;
Which any print of goodne@s wilt not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pity'd thee,
Took pains to make thee @peak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other: when thou could'@t not, @avage,
Show thine own meaning, but would'@t gabble like
A thing mo@t bruti@h, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known: But thy vile race,
Though thou did@t learn, had that in't which good na-
Could not abide to be with; therefore wa@t thou  [tures
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
Who had'@t deserv'd more than a prison.
  <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, thou'ert be@t,
To an@wer other busine@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,"
"It would controul my dam's god <1Setebos>1,"
"And make a va@@al of him."
  <1PRO>1.  So, @lave; hence!       [<1Exit>1 <2CALIBAN>2.
              <1Musick. Re-enter>1 <2ARIEL>2, <1invisible;>1
                     <2FERDINAND>2 <1following.>1
<1ARI>1.       <1Come unto these yellow @ands,>1      <1SONG>1
                     <1and then take hands:>1
               <1curt'@y'd when you have, and ki@t,>1
                     <1(the wild waves whi@t)>1
               <1foot it featly here and there;>1
               <1and, @weet @prites, the burthen bear.>1
                     <1Hark, hark!>1
               <1bur.>1 Bowgh, wowgh.                      [<1di@per@edly>1.
                     <1the watch-dogs bark:>1
               <1bur.>1 Bowgh, wowgh.                      [<1di@per@edly>1.
                     <1Hark, hark! I hear>1
               <1the @train of @trutting chanticlere>1
               <1cry, Cock-a-doodle-do.>1          [earth?
  <1FER>1.  Where @hould this musick be? i'the air? or the
It @ounds no more:--and, @ure, it waits upon
Some god o'the i@land. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again@t the king my father's wreck,
This musick crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury, and my pa@@ion,
With it`s @weet air: thence I have follow`d it,
Or it hath drawn me rather:--But 'tis gone:
No, it begins again.
  <1ARI>1.  <1Full fathom five thy father lies:>1                <1SONG.>1
                <1of his bones are coral made;>1
             <1those 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>1,--<1Ding-dong, bell.>1
                                         [<1Burthen>1, Ding-dong.
  <1FER>1.  The ditty does remember my drown'd father:--
This is no mortal busine@s, nor no @ound
That the earth owes:--I hear it now above me.
  <1PRO>1.  The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
And @ay, what thou @ee'@t yond'.
  <1MIR>1.  What is't? a @pirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, @ir,
It carries a brave form:--But 'tis a @pirit.      [@en@es
  <1PRO>1.  No, wench; it eats, and @leeps, and hath @uch
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.
  <1MIR>1.  I might call him
A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever @aw @o noble.
  <1PRO>1.  "It goes, I @ee,"                     [thee
"As my @oul prompts it:--Spirit, fine @pirit, I'll free
"Within two days for this."
  <1FER>1.  Mo@t @ure, the godde@s
On whom these 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 maid, or no?
  <1MIR>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 <1Naples>1 heard thee?
  <1FER>1.  A @ingle thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee @peak of <1Naples>1: He does hear me;
And, that he does, I weep: my@elf am <1Naples>1;
Who with mine eyes, ne'er @ince at ebb, beheld
The king my father wreckt.
  <1MIR>1.  Alack, for mercy!
  <1FER>1.  Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of <1Milan>1,
And his brave @on, being twain.
  <1PRO>1.  The duke of <1Milan>1,
And his more braver daughter, could controul thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't.--"At the fir@t @ight"
"They have chang'd eyes:--Delicate <1Ariel>1,"
"I'll @et thee free for this".--A word, good @ir;
I fear, you have done your@elf @ome wrong; a word.
  <1MIR>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 <1Naples>1.
  <PRO>1.  Soft, @ir; one word more.       [<1sine@s>1"
"They are both in either's powers: but this @wift bu-
"I mu@t uneasy make, lest too light winning    [thee
"Make the prize light." Sir, one word more; I charge
That thou attend me: thou do@t here usurp
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.
  <1MIR>1.  There's nothing ill can dwell in @uch a temple:
If the ill @pirit have @o fair a hou@e,
Good things will @trive to dwell with't.
  <PRO>1.  Follow me.--
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@@els, wither'd roots, and hu@ks
Wherein the acorn cradl'd: Follow.
  <1FER>1.  No;
I will resi@t @uch entertainment, 'till
Mine enemy has more power.    [<1draws.
  <1MIR>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,
Make foot my tutor!--Put thy @word up, traitor;
Who mak'@t a @hew, but dar'@t not @trike, thy con@cience
Is @o posse@t with guilt: come from thy ward;
For I can here di@arm thee with this @tick,
And make thy weapon drop.
  <1MIR>1.  Be@eech you, father!
  <1PRO>1.  Hence; hang not on my garments.
  <1MIR>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 @hapes as he,
Having @een but him and <1Caliban>1; Fooli@h wench!
To the mo@t of men this is a <1Caliban>1,
And they to him are angels.
  <1MIR>1.  My affections
Are then mo@t humble; I have no ambition
To @ee a goodlier man.
  <1PRO>1.  Come on; obey:
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 prison 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 prison.
  <1PRO>1.  "It works".--Come on.--
"Thou ha@t done well, fine <1Ariel>1."--Follow me.__
"Hark what thou el@e @halt do me."
  <1MIR>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:--Speak not for him.       [<1Exeunt>1.
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                             <1ACT>1 II.
             <1SCENE>1 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 cause
(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@ter of @ome merchant, and the merchant,
Have ju@t our theme of woe: but for the miracle,
(I mean, our preservation) few in millions
Can @peak like us: then wisely, good @ir, weigh
Our @orrow with our comfort.
  <1ALO>1.  Pr'ythee, peace.
  <1SEB>1.  He receives comfort like cold porridge.
  <1ANT>1.  The visitor 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--
  <1SEB1>.  A dollar.
  <1GON1>.  Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have @poken
truer than you purpos'd.
  <1SEB>1.  You have taken it wiselier than I meant you
  @hould.
  <1GON>1.  Therefore, my lord,--
  <1ANT>1.  Fie, what a @pend-thrift is he of his tongue?
  <1ALO>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 <1Adrian>1, 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 desart,--
  <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't.
  <1ADR>1.  It mu@t needs be of @ubtle, tender, and delicate
temperance.
  <1ANT>1.  <1Temperance>1 was a delicate wench.
  <1SEB>1.  Ay, and a @ubtle; as he mo@t learnedly de-
liver'd.
  <1ADR>1.  The air breaths 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 mi@take the truth totally.
  <1GON>1.  But the rarity of it is, (which is, indeed, almo@t
beyond credit)--
  <1SEB>1.  As many voucht rarities are.
  <1GON>1.  That our garments, being (as they were)
drench'd in the @ea, hold notwith@tanding their fre@h-
ne@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 lyes?
  <1SEB>1.  Ay, or very fal@ly pocket up his report.
  <1GON>1.  Methinks, our garments are now as fre@h
as when we put them on fir@t in <1Africk>1, at the mar-
riage of the king's fair daughter <1Claribel>1 to the king
if <1Tunis>1.
  <1SEB>1.  'Twas a @weet marriage, and we pro@per well
in our return.
  <1ADR>1.  <1Tunis>1 was never grac'd before with @uch a
paragon to their queen.
  <1GON>1.  Not @ince widow <1Dido's>1 time.
  <1ANT>1.  Widow? a pox o'that! How came that widow
in? widow <1Dido!>1
  <1SEB>1.  What if he had @aid, widower <1AEneas>1 too?
good lord, how you take it!
  <1ADR>1.  Widow <1Dido>1, @aid you? you make me @tudy
of that: She was of <1Carthage>1, not of <1Tunis>1.
  <1GON>1.  This <1Tunis>1, @ir, was <1Carthage>1.
  <1ADR>1.  <1Carthage?>1
  <1GON>1.  I a@@ure you, <1Carthage>1.
  <1ANT>1.  His word is more than the  miraculous harp.
  <1SEB>1.  He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.
  <1ANT>1.  What impo@@ible matter will he make easy 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 <1Tunis>1 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 <1Dido>1.
  <1ANT>1.  O, widow <1Dido>1; ay, widow <1Dido>1.
  <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 marriage?
  <1ALO>1.  You cram these 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 <1Italy>1 remov'd,
I ne'er again @hall @ee her: O thou mine heir
Of <1Naples>1 and of <1Milan>1, what @trange fi@h
Hath made his meal on thee!
  <1FRA>1.  Sir, he may live:
I @aw him beat the @urges under him,
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Whose 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.
  <1ALO>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 <1Europe>1 with your daughter,
But rather lose her to an <1African>1;
Where @he at lea@t is bani@h'd from your eye,
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
  <1ALO>1.  Pr'ythee, peace.
  <1SEB>1.  You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwise
By all of us: and the fair @oul her@elf
Weigh'd, between lothne@s and obedience, at
Which end the beam @hould bow. We have lo@t your @on,
I fear, for ever: <1Milan>1 and <1Naples>1 have
More widows in them of this busine@s' making, [own.
Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault's your
  <1ALO>1.  So is the dear'@t o'the lo@s.
  <1GON>1.  My lord <1Seba@tian>1,
The truth you @peak doth lack @ome gentlene@s,
And time to @peak it in: you rub the @ore,
When you @hould bring the plai@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't 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 common-wealth I would by contraries
Execute all things: For no kind of traffick
Would I admit; no name of magi@trate;
Letters @hould not be known; poverty, riches,
And u@e of @ervice, none; contract @ucce@@ion,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, olive, none;
No u@e of metal, corn, or wine, or oyl:
No occupation; all men idle, all,
And women too, but innocent, and pure:
No @overeignty:
  <1SEB>1.  Yet he would be king on't.
  <1ANT>1.  The latter end of his common-wealth forgets
the beginning.
  <1GON>1.  All things in common nature @hould produce,
Without @weat or endeavour: treason, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have; but nature @hould bring forth,
Of it's 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 <1Gonzalo>1!
  <1GON>1.  And, do you mark me, @ir?--
  <1ALO>1.  Pr'ythee, no more;
Thou do@t talk nothing to me.
  <1GON>1.  I do well believe your highne@s; and did it
to mini@ter occasion to these gentlemen, who are of
@uch @en@ible and nimble lungs, that they always use
to laugh at nothing.
  <1ANT>1.  'Twas you we laugh'd at.
  <1GON>1.  Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am no-
thing 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.
                                       [<1@olemn Musick>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@scretion @o weakly: Will you laugh me a@leep, for I
am very heavy?
  <1ANT>1.  Go @leep, and hear us.
                     [<2GON. ADR. FRA.>2 <1and Train, @leep>1.
  <1ALO>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.  Please you, @ir.
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It @eldom visits @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.
  <1ALO>1.  Thank you: Wondrous heavy.
                                    [<2ALONSO>2 <1@leeps>1.
  <1SEB>1.  What a @trange drowsine@s posse@@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 dropt, as by a thunder-@troke. What might
Worthy <1Seba@tian>1? o, what might?--No more:--
And yet, methinks, I @ee it in thy face,
What thou @hould'@t be: the occasion @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 repose, to be a@leep
With eyes wide open; @tanding, @peaking, moving,
And yet @o fa@t a@leep.
  <1ANT>1.  Noble <1Seba@tian>1,
Thou let'@t thy fortune @leep; dye 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 purpose 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 almo@t per@uaded
(For he's a @pirit of per@uasion, only
Profe@@es to per@uade) 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 a hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But doubts di@covery there. Will you grant with me,
That <1Ferdinand>1 is drown'd?
  <1SEB>1.  He's gone.
  <1ANT>1.  Then, tell me,
Who's the next heir of <1Naples ?>1
  <1SEB>1.  <1Claribel>1.
  <1ANT>1.  She that is queen of <1Tunis>1; @he that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man's life; @he that from <1Naples>1
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 @ea-@wallow'd,--though @ome ca@t again;
And (by that de@tiny) 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 <1Tunis>1;
So is @he heir of <1Naples>1; 'twixt which regions
There is @ome @pace.
  <1ANT>1.  A @pace, whose every cubit
Seems to cry out, <1How @hall that>1 Claribel
<1Measure us back to>1 Naples?--Keep in <1Tunis>1,
And let <1Seba@tian>1 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 <1Naples>1
As well as he that @leeps; lords, that can prate
As amply, and unnece@@arily,
As this <1Gonzalo>1; 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 <1Pro@pero>1.
  <1ANT>1.  True:
And, look, how feat my garments @it upon me;
Much 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, @ir; but where lyes that? if 'twere a kybe,
'Twould put me to my @lipper: But I feel not
This deity in my bosom: twenty con@ciences,
That @tand 'twixt me and <1Milan>1, candy'd be they,
Would melt, ere they mole@t. Here lyes your brother,
No better than the earth he lyes upon,
If he were that which now he's like, that's dead;
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 <1Prudence>1, 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 busine@s that
We @ay befits the hour.
  <1SEB>1.  Thy ca@e, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou got'@t <1Milan>1,
I'll come by <1Naples>1. 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 <1Gonzalo>1.
  <1SEB>1.  O, but one word.          [<1they talk apart>1.
                 <1Enter>1 <2ARIEL>2, <1invisible>1.
  <1ARI>1.  "My ma@ter through his art forefees the danger"
"That you, his friend, are in; and @ends me forth"
"(For el@e his project dies) to keep them living."
                              [<1@ings in>1 Gonzalo's <1Ear>1.
         <1While you here do @noring lye,>1
         <1open-ey'd con@piracy>1
                <1his time doth take:>1
         <1If of life you keep a care,>1
         <1@hake off @lumber, and beware:>1
                <1awake! awake!>1
  <1ANT>1.  Then let us both be @udden.
  <1GON>1.  Now, good angels preserve the king!
                              [<1@tarting up. All wake>1.
  <1ALO>1.  Why, how now, ho! awake?--Why are you
Wherefore this ga@tly looking ?       [<1drawn?>1
  <1GON>1.  What's the matter?
  <1SEB>1.  Whiles we @tood here @ecuring your repose,
Even now, we heard a hollow bur@t of bellowing
Like bulls, or rather lions; Did't not wake you?
It @trook mine ear mo@t terribly.
  <1ALO>1.  I heard nothing.
  <1ANT>1.  O, 'twas a din to fright a mon@ter's ear;
To make an earth-quake! @ure, it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.
  <1ALO>1.  Heard you this, <1Gonzalo ?>1
  <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 noise,
That's verily: 'Tis be@t, we @tand upon our guard;
Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.
  <1ALO>1.  Lead off this ground; and let's make further
For my poor @on.                                  [@earch
  <1GON>1.  Heavens keep him from these bea@ts!
For he is, @ure, i'the i@land.
  <1ALO>1.  Lead away.
  <1ARI>1.  "<1Pro@pero>1 my lord @hall know what I have done."
"So, king, go @afely on to @eek thy @on."      [<1Exeunt>1.
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         <1SCENE>1 II. <1Another Part of the I@land>1.
       <1Enter>1 <2CALIBAN>2, <1with a Burthen of Wood:>1
                <1A Noise of Thunder heard>1.
  <1CAL>1.  All the infections that the @un @ucks up
                            [<1throwing down his Burthen>1.
From bogs, fens, flats, on <1Pro@per>1 fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His @pirits hear me,
And yet I needs mu@t cur@e. But they'll not pinch,
Fright me with urchin @hews, pitch me i'th'mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unle@s he bid 'em; 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
Lye 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;
                          [<1ca@ts him@elf on the Ground>1.
Perchance, he will not mind me.
  <1TRI>1.  Here's neither bu@h nor @hrub, to bear off any
weather at all; and another @torm brewing, I hear it
@ing i'th' wind: yond' @ame black cloud, yond' huge
one, looks like a foul bumbard that would @hed his li-
quor: if it @hould thunder, as it did before, I know not
where to hide my head: yond' @ame cloud cannot choose
but fall by pail-fulls.--What have we here? [<1@eeing>1
Caliban>1.] a man, or a fi@h? Dead, or alive? A fi@h: he
@mells like a fi@h; a very ancient and fi@h-like @mell; a
kind of, not of the newe@t, poor-<1John>1. A @trange fi@h!
Were I in <1England>1 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 <1Indian>1. Leg'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 @trange bed-fellows: I will here @hrowd 'till the
dregs of the @torm be pa@t.       [<1creeping under>1 Caliban.
    <1Enter>1 <2STEPHANO>2, <1@inging; a Bottle in his Hand>1.
  <1STE>1.  <1I @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>1 Mall, Meg, <1and>1 Marrian, <1and>1 Margery,
     <1but none of us car'd for>1 Kate:
     <1for @he had a tongue with a tang>1,
     <1would cry to a @ailor>1, Go, hang;
   <1@he lov'd not the @avour of tar nor of pitch>1,
   <1yet a tailor might @cratch 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's, with @avages, and men of <1Inde ?>1
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 <1Stephano>1 breaths 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 recover him, and
keep him tame, and get to <1Naples>1 with him, he's a pre-
sent 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 wise@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@st me yet but little hurt; thou wilt
anon, I know it by thy trembling: Now <1Pro@per>1 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.
  <1TRI>1.  I @hould know that voice: It @hould be--But
he is drown'd; and these are devils: O, defend 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.
  <1TRI>1.  <1Stephano>1,--
  <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.
  <1TRI>1.  <1Stephano>1,--if thou be'@t <1Stephano>1, touch me, and
@peak to me; for I am <1Trinculo>1,--be not afeard,--thy
good friend <1Trinculo>1.
  <1STE>1.  If thou be'@t <1Trinculo>1, come forth; I'll pull thee
by the le@@er legs; if any be <1Trinculo's>1 legs, these are
they: [<1hauling him: he and>1 Cal. <1rise>1.] Thou art very
<1Trinculo>1 indeed: How cam'@t thou to be the @iege of this
moon-calf? can he vent <1Trinculo's>1?
  <1TRI>1.  I took him to be kill'd with a thunder-@troke;-
But art thou not drown'd, <1Stephano?>1 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, <1Stephano?>1 O <1Stephano>1, two
<1Neapolitans>1 '@cap'd!
  <1STE>1.  Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my @tomach
is not con@tant.
  <1CAL>1.  These be fine things, an if they be not @prights!
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 hi-
ther? @wear by this bottle, how thou cam'@t hither. I
e@cap'd upon a but of @ack, which the @ailors heaved
o'er-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 @ub-
ject; for the liquor is not earthly.
  <1STE>1.  Here; @wear then how thou e@cap'd@t.
  <1TRI>1.  Swom 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.
  <1TRI>1.  O <1Stephano>1, ha@t any more of this?
  <1STE>1.  The whole but, man; my cellar is in a rock by
th' @ea-@ide, where my wine is hid.--How now, moon-
calf? how does thine ague?
  <1CAL>1.  Has@t thou not dropt from heaven?
  <1STE>1.  Out o' th' moon, I do a@@ure thee: I was the
man i' th' 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, and thy dog, and thy bu@h.
  <1STE>1.  Come, @wear to that; ki@s the book: I will
furni@h it anon with new contents: + @wear.
  <1TRI>1.  By this good light, this is a very @hallow mon-
@ter:--I afeard of him?--a very weak mon@ter:--The
man i' th' moon?--a mo@t poor credulous mon@ter:--
Well drawn, mon@ter, in good @ooth.
  <1CAL>1.  I'll @hew thee every fertil inch o'the i@le;
And I will ki@s thy foot: I pr'ythee, be my god.
  <1TRI>1.  By this light, a mo@t perfidious and drunken
mon@ter; when's 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.
  <1TRI>1.  I @hall laugh my@elf to death at this puppy-
headed mon@ter: A mo@t @curvy mon@ter: I could find
in my heart to beat him,--
  <1STE>1.  Come, ki@s.
  <1TRI>1.  but that the poor mon@ter's in drink: An abo-
minable mon@ter.                                   [berries;
  <1CAL>1.  I'll @hew thee the be@t @prings; I'll pluck thee
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 wondrous man.
  <1TRI>1.  A mo@t ridiculous mon@ter; to make a wonder
of a poor drunkard!
  <1CAL>1.  I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts;
Show thee a jay's ne@t, and in@truct thee how
To @nare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee
To clu@t'ring filberds, and @ometimes I'll get thee
Young @camels from the rock: Wilt thou go with me?
  <1STE>1.  I pr'ythee now, lead the way without any more
talking.--<1Trinculo>1, the king, and all our company el@e,
being drown'd, we will inherit here.--Here,[<1to>1 Cal.]
bear my bottle:--Fellow <1Trinculo>1, we'll fill him by and
by again.
  <1CAL>1.  <1Farewel, ma@ter; farewel, farewel>1.
                                          [<1@inging drunkenly>1.
  <1TRI>1.  A howling mon@ter; a drunken mon@ter.
  <1CAL>1.  <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
           'Ban, 'Ban, Ca--Caliban
           <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.
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                             <1ACT>1 III.
           <1SCENE>1 I. <1Before>1 Pro@pero's <1Cell>1.
            <1Enter>1 <2FERDINAND>2, <1bearing a Log>1.
                                                      [bour
  <1FER>1.  There be @ome @ports are painful; and their la-
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 pleasure: 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 thousands of these 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 these @weet thoughts do even refre@h my labours;
Mo@t busy-le@s, when I do it.
            <1Enter>1 <2MIRANDA>2; <1and>1 <2PROSPERO>2,
                <1at a Di@tance, un@een>1.
  <1MIR>1.  Alas, now! pray you,
Work not @o hard: I would, the lightning had
Burnt up those logs that you're 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 these 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.
  <1MIR>1.  If you'll @it down,
I'll bear your logs the while: Pray, give me that;
I'll carry't 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.
  <1MIR>1.  It would become me
As well as it does you: and I @hould do it
With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
And yours it is again@t.
  <1PRO>1.  "Poor worm, thou art infected;"
"This visitation @hews it."
  <1MIR>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 you name?
  <1MIR>1.  <1Miranda>1:--O my father,
I have broke your he@t to @ay @o.
  <1FER>1.  Admir'd <1Miranda !>1
Indeed, the top of admiration; worth
What 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.
  <1MIR>1.  I do not know
One of my @ex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my gla@s, my own; nor have I @een
More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
And my dear father: how features are abroad,
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
I therein do forget.
  <1FER>1.  I am, in my condition,
A prince, <1Miranda>1; 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 resides,
To make me @lave to it; and, for your @ake,
Am I this patient log-man.
  <1MIR>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.
  <1MIR>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?
  <1MIR>1.  At mine unworthine@s, that dare not offer
What I desire to give; and much le@s take
What I @hall dye 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 dye 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.
  <1MIR>1.  My husband then?
  <1FER>1.  Ay, with a heart as willing
As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.        [wel,
  <1MIR>1.  And mine, with my heart in't: And now, fare-
'Till half an hour hence.
  <1FER>1.  A thousand thousand!
                      [<1Exeunt>1 <2FER>2. <1and>1 <2MIR>2. <1@everally>1.
  <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 busine@s appertaining.                      [<1Exit>1.
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          <1SCENE>1 II. <1Another Part of the i@land>1,
   <1Enter>1 <2STEPHANO>2, <1and>1 <2TRINCULO>2, <1reeling>1;
         <2CALIBAN>2 <1following, with the Bottle>1.
  <1STE>1.  Tell not me; when the but is out, we will
drink water; not a drop, before: therefore bear up, and
board 'em:--Servant mon@ter, drink to me.
  <1TRI>1.  Servant mon@ter? the folly of this i@land! They
@ay, 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.
  <1TRI>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 @wam,
ere I could recover the @hore, five and thirty leagues,
off and on, by this light.--Thou @halt be my lieutenant,
mon@ter, or my @tandard.
  <1TRI>1.  Your lieutenant, if you li@t; he's no @tandard.
  <1STE>1.  We'll not run, mon@ieur mon@ter.
  <1TRI>1.  Nor go neither: but you'll lye, like dogs; and
yet @ay nothing neither.
  <1STE>1.  Moon-calf, @peak once in thy life, if thou be'@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.
  <1TRI>1.  Thou ly'@t, mo@t ignorant mon@ter; I am in
ca@e to ju@tle a con@table: Why, thou debo@h'd fi@h thou,
was there ever man a coward, that hath drunk @o much
@ack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell me a mon@trous lye,
being but half a fi@h, and half a mon@ter?
  <1CAL>1.  Lo, how he mocks me; Wilt thou let him, my
lord?
  <1TRI>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.  <1Trinculo>1, 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 to the @uit I made to thee?
  <1STE>1.  Marry, will I: kneel, and repeat it; I will
@tand, and @o @hall <1Trinculo>1.
                <1Enter>1 <2ARIEL>2, <1invisible>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 ly'@t.
  <1CAL>1.  Thou ly'@t, thou je@ting monkey thou;
I would, my valiant ma@ter would de@troy thee:
I do not lye.
  <1STE>1.  <1Trinculo>1, if you trouble him any more in's tale,
by this hand, I will @upplant @ome of your teeth.
  <1TRI>1.  Why, I @aid nothing.
  <1STE>1.  Mum, then, and no more:--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 mo@t certain.
  <1CAL>1.  thou @halt be lord of it, and I'll @erve thee.
  <1STE>1.  How now @hall this be compa@@'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 ly'@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.  <1Trinculo>1, run into no further danger: interrupt
the mon@ter one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn
my mercy out o' doors, and make a @tock-fi@h of thee.
  <1TRI>1.  Why, what did I? I did nothing: I'll go no
farther off.
  <1STE>1.  Did'@t thou not @ay, he ly'd?
  <1ARI>1.  Thou ly'@t.
  <1STE>1.  Do I @o? take thou that: [<1@triking him>1.] As you
like this, give me the lye another time.
  <1TRI>1.  I did not give the lye: 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 afternoon to @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 posse@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 never @aw a woman,
But only <1Sycorax>1 my dam, and @he;
But @he as far @urpa@@eth <1Sycorax>1,
As great'@t does lea@t.
  <1STE>1.  Is to @o brave a la@s?
  <1CAL>1.  Ay, lord; @he will become thy bed, I warrant,
And bring thee forth brave brood.
  <1STE>1.  Mon@ter, I will kill this man: his daughter and
I will be king and queen; (@ave our graces!) and <1Trin>1-
<1culo>1 and thy@elf @hall be viceroys:--Do@t thou like the
plot, <1Trinculo>1?
  <1TRI>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 pleasure;
Let us be jocund: Will you troul the catch
You taught me but while-ere?
  <1STE>1.  At thy reque@t, mon@ter, I will do reason, any
reason:--Come on, <1Trinculo>1; let us @ing.
   <1Flout 'em, and @cout 'em; and @cout 'em, and flout 'em;>1
   <1Thought is free>1--
  <1CAL>1.  That's not the tune.
               [Ariel <1plays the Tune on a Tabor and Pipe>1.
  <1STE>1.  What is this @ame?
  <1TRI>1.  This is the tune of our catch, play'd by the
picture of no-body.
  <1STE>1.  If thou be'@t a man, @hew thy@elf in thy like-
ne@s: if thou be'@t a devil, take't as thou li@t.
  <1TRI>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 afear'd; the i@le is full of noises,
Sounds, and @weet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand 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 dreaming,
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 musick for nothing.
  <1CAL>1.  When <1Pro@pero>1 is de@troy'd.
  <1STE>1.  That @hall be by and by: I remember the
@tory.
  <1TRI>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.
  <1TRI>1.  Wilt come?
  <1STE>1.  I'll follow.                          [<1Exeunt>1.
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         <1SCENE>1 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, @ir;
My old bones ake: Here's a maze trod, indeed,
Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your patience,
I needs mu@t re@t me.
  <1ALO>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."
"Do not, for one repul@e, forego the purpose"
"That you resolv'd to effect."
  <1SEB>1.  "The next advantage"
"Will we take throughly."
  <1ANT>1.  "Let it be to-night;"
"For, now they are oppre@@'d with travail, they"
"Will not, nor cannot, use @uch vigilance"
"As when they are fre@h,"
  <1SEB>1.  "I @ay, to-night: no more."
        <1Solemn and @trange Musick: and>1 Pro@pero,
  <1on the Top, invisible. Enter @everal @trange Shapes>1,
  <1bringing in a Banquet; and dance about it, with>1
  <1gentle Actions of Salutation; and, inviting the>1
          <1King, &c. to eat, they depart>1.
  <1ALO>1.  What harmony is this? my good friends, hark.
  <1GON>1.  Marvelous @weet musick!          [these?
  <1ALO>1.  Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were
  <1SEB>1.  A living drolery: Now I will believe,
That there are unicorns; that in <1Arabia>1
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 lye,
Though fools at home condemn 'em.
  <1GON>1.  If in <1Naples>1
I @hould report this now, would they believe me?
If I @hould @ay, I @aw @uch i@landers,
(For, certes, these 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 present"
"Are wor@e than devils."
  <1ALO>1.  I cannot too much muse;
Such @hapes, @uch ge@ture, and @uch @ound, expre@@ing
(Although they want the u@e of tongue) a kind
Of excellent dumb di@cour@e.
  <1PRO>1.  "Praise in departing."
  <1FRA>1.  They vani@h'd @trangely.
  <1SEB>1.  No matter, @ince               [machs.--
They have left their viands behind; for we have @to-
Wilt please you ta@t of what is here?
  <1ALO>1.  Not I.                                [boys,
  <1GON>1.  'Faith, @ir, you need not fear: When we were
Who would believe that there were mountaineers
Dew-lapt like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em
Wallets of fle@h? or that there were @uch men
Whose heads @tood in their brea@ts? which now, we find,
Each putter-out on five for one will bring us
Good warrant of.
  <1ALO>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 to, and do as we.
        <1Thunder and Lightning. Enter>1 <2ARIEL>2,
<1like a Harpy: claps his Wings upon the Table; and, with>1
        <1A queint Device, 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 caused 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;
                                   [<1@eeing them draw>1.
And even with @uch like valour men hang and drown
Their proper @elves: You fools! I and my fellows
Are mini@ters of fate; the elements
Of whom your @words are temper'd may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemockt-at @tabs
Kill the @till-closing waters, as dimini@h
One down that's in my plume; my fellow mini@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 busine@s to you) that you three
From <1Milan>1 did @upplant good <1Pro@pero>1;
Expos'd unto the @ea (which hath requit it)
Him, and his innocent child: for which foul deed,
The powers (delaying, not forgetting) have
Incen@'d the @eas and @hores, yea, all the creatures,
Again@t your peace: thee of thy @on, <1Alonso>1,
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; whose 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 Musick>1,
     <1Enter the Shapes again, and dance, with Mocks>1
           <1and Moes, and carry out the Table>1.
  <1PRO>1.  "Bravely the figure of this harpy ha@t thou"
"Perform'd, my <1Ariel>1; 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 observation @trange, my meaner mini@ters"
"Their @everal kinds have done: my high charms work,"
"And these, mine enemies, are all knit up"
"In their di@tractions; they now are in my power:"
"And in these fits I leave them, while I visit"
"Young <1Ferdinand>1, (whom they @uppose is drown'd)"
"And his and my lov'd darling."      [<1Exit, from above>1.
  <1GON>1.  I' the name of @omething holy, @ir, why @tand
In this @trange @tare?                               [you
  <1ALO>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 <1Pro@per>1; it did ba@e 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 lye mudded.                 [<1Exit>1.
  <1SEB>1.  But one fiend at a time,
I'll fight their legions o'er.                 [<1Exit>1.
  <1ANT>1.  I'll be thy @econd.                 [<1Exit>1.
  <1GON>1.  All three of them are de@perate; their great guilt,
Like poison, 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 exta@y
May now provoke them to.
  <1ADR>1.  Follow, I pray you.                 [<1Exeunt>1.
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                           <1ACT>1 IV.
             <1SCENE, Before>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 third 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 <1Ferdinand>1,
Do not @mile at me, that I boa@t her off;
For thou @halt find, @he will out-@trip all praise,
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 acquisition
Worthily purcha@'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 <1Hymen's>1 lamps @hall light you.
  <1FER>1.  As I hope
For quiet days, fair i@@ue, and long life,
With @uch love as is 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 <1Phoebus>1' @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, <1Ariel>1; my indu@trious @ervant, <1Ariel>1!"
                    <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 @er-
"Did worthily perform; and I mu@t use you"         [vice"
"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 promise,"
"And they expect it from me."
  <1ARI>1.  "Presently?"
  <1PRO>1.  "Ay, with a twinck."
  <1ARI>1.  "Before you can @ay, <1Come>1, and <1go>1;"
           "And breath twice; and cry, <1So, @o>1;"
           "Each one, tripping on his toe,"
           "Will be here with mop and moe:"
           "Do you love me, ma@ter? no."
  <1PRO>1.  "Dearly, my delicate <1Ariel>1: Do not approach,"
"'Till thou do@t hear me call."
  <1ARI>1.  "Well, I conceive."                    [<1Exit>1 <2ARIEL>2.
  <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 ardor of my liver.
  <1PRO>1.  Well.--
"Now come, my <1Ariel>1; bring a corollary,"
"Rather than want a @pirit; appear, and pertly."--
No tongue; all eyes; be @ilent.                     [<1@oft Musick>1.
                  <1A Ma@que. Enter>1 <2IRIS>2.
*   <1IRI>1.  <1Ceres>1, mo@t bounteous lady, thy rich leas
* Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and pease;
* Thy turfy mountains, where live nibling @heep,
* And flat meads thatch'd with @tover, them to keep;
* Thy banks with pioned and tilled brims,
* Which @pungy <1April>1 at thy he@t betrims,       [groves,
* To make cold nymphs cha@t crowns; and thy broom
* Whose @hadow the di@mi@@ed batchelor 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'th @ky,
* Whose watry arch, and me@@enger, am I,
* Bids thee leave these; 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 <1Ceres>1, 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 <1Jupiter>1;
* Who, with thy @affron wings, upon my flowers
* Diffuse@t honey-drops, refre@hing @howers;
* And with each end of thy blue bow do@t crown
* My bo@ky acres, and my un@hrub'd down,
* Rich @carf to my proud earth; Why hath thy queen
* Summon'd me hither to this @hort-gra@@'d green?
*  <1IRI>1.  A contract of true love to celebrate;
* And @ome donation freely to e@tate
* On the ble@t lovers.
*  <1CER>1.  Tell me, heavenly bow,
* If <1Venus>1, or her @on, as thou do@t know,
* Do now attend the queen? @ince they did plot
* The means that du@ky <1Dis>1 my daughter got,
* Her and her blind boy's @candal'd company
* I have fore-@worn.
*   <1IRI>1.  Of her @ociety
* Be not afraid: I met her deity
* Cutting the clouds towards <1Paphos>1; and her @on
* Dove-drawn with her: here thought they to have done
* Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
* Whose vows are, that no bed-right @hall be pay'd
* 'Till <1Hymen's>1 torch be lighted: but in vain;
* <1Mars's>1 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 @parrows,
* And be a boy right-out.
*   <1CER>1.  High'@t queen of @tate,
* Great <1Juno>1, 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@p'rous be,
* And honour'd in their i@@ue.
                        <1SONG>1.
*   <1JUN>1.  <1Honour, riches, marriage-ble@@ing>1,
*            <1long continuance, and encrea@ing>1,
*            <1hourly joys be @till upon you!>1
*            Juno <1@ings her ble@@ings on you>1.
* Cer.       <1Earth's encrea@e, and foizon plenty>1;
*            <1barns, and garners, never empty>1;
*            <1vines, with clu@t'ring bunches growing>1;
*            <1plants, with goodly burthen bowing>1;
*            <1@pring come to you, at the farthe@t>1,
*            <1in the very end of harve@t!>1
*            <1@carcity, and want, @hall @hun you>1;
*             Ceres' <1ble@@ing @o is on you>1.
  <1FER>1.  This is a mo@t maje@tic vision, and
Harmonious-charming lay: May I be bold
To think these @pirits?
  <1PRO>1.  Spirits, which by mine art
I have from their confines call'd to enact
My present fancies.
  <1FER>1.  Let me live here ever;
So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife,
Makes this place paradi@e.
 Juno <1and>1 Ceres <1whi@per, and @end>1 Iris <1on Employment>1.
  <1PRO>1.  Now, @ilence, @weet!
<1Juno>1, and <1Ceres>1, whi@per @eriou@ly;
There's @omething el@e to do: hu@h, and be mute,
Or el@e our @pell is mar'd.                          [brooks,
*   <1IRI>1.  You nymphs, call'd <1Nayads>1, of the wind'ring
* With your @edg'd crowns, and ever-harmle@s looks,
* Leave your cri@p channels, and on this green-land
* An@wer your @ummons; <1Juno>1 does command:
* Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
* A contract of true love; be not too late.
                <1Enter certain Nymphs>1.
* You @un-burnt @icklemen of <1Augu@t>1 weary,
* Come hither from the furrow, and be merry;
* Make holiday: your rye-@traw hats put on,
* And these fre@h nymphs encounter every one
* In country footing.
                <1Enter certain Reapers, properly habited>1:
<1they join with the Nymphs in a graceful Dance; towards
<1the End whereof>1, Pro@pero <1@tarts @uddenly, and @peaks>1;
<1after which, to a @trange, hollow, and confus'd Noise>1,
                      <1they heavily vani@h>1.
  <1PRO>1.  "I had forgot that foul con@piracy"
"Of the bea@t <1Caliban>1, and his confederates,"
"Again@t my life; the minute of their plot"
"Is almo@t come."--Well done; avoid; no more.         [@ion,
  <1FER>1.  This is mo@t @trange: your father's in @ome pa@-
That works him @trongly.
  <1MIR>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: these our actors,
As I fore-told you, were all @pirits; and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the ba@ele@s fabrick of this vision,
The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The @olemn temples, the great globe it@elf,
Yea, all, which it inherit, @hall dissolve;
And, like this in@ub@tantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind: We are @uch @tuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a @leep. Sir, I am vext;
Bear with my weakne@s; my old brain is troubl'd:
Be not di@turb'd with my infirmity:
If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell,
And there repose; a turn or two I'll walk,
To @till my beating mind.
  <1FER. MIR>1.  We wi@h you peace.                 [<1Exeunt>1.
  <1PRO>1.  Come with a thought,--I thank ye--<1Ariel>1, come.
                    <1Enter>1 <2ARIEL>2.
  <1ARI>1.  Thy thoughts I cleave to: What's thy pleasure?
  <1PRO>1.  Spirit,
We mu@t prepare to meet with <1Caliban>1.
  <1ARI>1.  Ay, my commander: when I presented <1Ceres>1,
I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd
Le@t I might anger thee.                        [varlets?
  <1PRO>1.  Well; @ay again, where did@t thou leave these
  <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 unbackt colts, they prick'd their ears,
Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses
As they @melt musick; @o I charm'd their ears,
That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through
Tooth'd briars, @harp furzes, pricking go@s, and thorns,
Which enter'd their frail @hins: at la@t I left them
I' the filthy mantl'd 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 invisible retain thou @till:
The trumpery in my hou@e, go, bring it hither,
For @tale to catch these thieves.
  <1ARI>1.  I go, I go.                   [<1Exit>1.
  <1PRO>1.  A devil, a born devil, on whose 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@t'ring Apparel, &c>1.
Even to roaring:--Come, hang them on this line.
    Pro@pero, <1and>1 Ariel, <1invisible. Enter>1 <2CALIBAN>2,
       <2STEPHANO>2, <1and>1 <2TRINCULO>2, <1all wet>1.     [not
  <1CAL>1.  Pray you, tread @oftly that the blind mole may
Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.
  <1STE>1.  Mon@ter, your fairy, which, you @ay, is a harm-
le@s fairy, has done little better than play'd the <1Jack>1
with us.
  <1TRI>1.  Mon@ter, I do @mell all hor@e-pi@s; at which
my nose is in great indignation.
  <1STE>1.  So is mine. Do you hear, mon@ter; If I @hould
take a di@pleasure again@t you, look you,--
  <1TRI>1.  thou wert but a lo@t mon@ter.
  <1CAL>1.  Good good my lord, give me thy favour @till:
Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to         ly;--
Shall hood-wink this mi@chance: therefore, @peak @oft-
All's hu@ht as midnight yet.
  <1TRI>1.  Ay, but to lose 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.
  <1TRI>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 noise, and enter:
Do that good mi@chief, which may make this i@land
Thine own for ever; and I, thy <1Caliban>1,
For aye thy foot-licker.
  <1STE>1.  Give me thy hand: I do begin to have bloody
thoughts.
  <1TRI>1.  O king <1Stephano!>1 O peer! O worthy <1Stephano!>!
look, what a wardrobe here is for thee!
  <1CAL>1.  Let it alone, thou fool; it is but tra@h.
  <1TRI>1.  Oh ho, mon@ter; we know what belongs to a
frippery:--O king <1Stephano!>1
  <1STE>1.  Put off that gown, <1Trinculo>1; by this hand, I'll
have that gown.
  <1TRI>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 murther 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 lose your hair, and prove
a bald jerkin.
  <1TRI>1.  Do, do; We @teal by line and level, an't like
your grace.
  <1STE>1.  I thank thee for that je@t; here's ++ a garment
for't: with @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.
  <1TRI>1.  Mon@ter, come, put @ome lime upon your fin-
gers, and away with the re@t.
  <1CAL>1.  I will have none on't: we @hall lose 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.
  <1TRI>1.  And this.
  <1STE>1.  Ay, and this.            [<1heaping Garments on him>1.
    <1A Noise of Hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits>1,
  <1in Shape of Dogs, and Hounds, and hunt them about>1;
        Pro@pero, <1and>1 Ariel, <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!
        [<2CAL. STE>2. <1and>1 <2TRI>2. <1are driven out roaring>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
Lye 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.
=========================================================================
                              <1ACT>1 V.
                         <1SCENE, the @ame>1.
              <1Enter>1 <2PROSPERO>2, <1and>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 followers?
  <1ARI>1.  Confin'd together
In the @ame fa@hion as you gave in charge;
Ju@t as you left them; all your prisoners, @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 that you term'd, @ir, <1The good old lord>1, Gonzalo;
His tears run down his beard, like winter drops
From eaves of reeds: your charm @o @trongly works 'em,
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 @trook to the quick,
Yet, with my nobler reason, '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 purpose, wrath doth end;
Not a frown further: Go, relea@e them, <1Ariel>1;
My charms I'll break, their @en@es I'll re@tore,
And they @hall be themselves.
  <1ARI>1.  I'll fetch them, @ir.               [<1Exit>1.
  <1PRO>1.  Ye elves of hills, brooks, @tanding lakes, and
And ye, that on the @ands with printle@s foot     [groves;
Do cha@e the ebbing <1Neptune>1,  and do fly him
When he comes back; you demi-puppets, that
By moon-@hine do the green @our ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pa@time
Is to make midnight mu@hrooms; that rejoice
To hear the @olemn curfeu; by whose aid
(Weak ma@ters though ye be) I have bedim'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 <1Jove's>1 @tout oak
With his own bolt: the @trong-ba@'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; op'd, and let them forth,
By my @o potent art: But this rough magick
I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd
Some heavenly musick, (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 any plummet @ound
I'll drown my book.                           [<1@olemn Musick.>1
             <1Re-enter>1 <2ARIEL>2: <1after him>1,
<2ALONSO>2, <1with a frantick Ge@ture, attended by>1 <2GONZALO>2;
<2SEBASTIAN>2, <1and>1 <2ANTONIO>2, <1in like Manner, attended by>1
 Adrian, <1and>1 Franci@co:  <1They all enter the Circle which>1
 Pro@pero <1had made, and there @tand charm'd; which>1
               Pro@pero <1observing, @peaks>1.
A @olemn air, the be@t comforter
To an un@ettl'd fancy, cure thy brains,
Now u@ele@s, boil'd within thy @kull! there @tand,
For you are @pell-@topt.--
Holy <1Gonzalo>1, honourable man,
Mine eyes, even @ociable to the @hew of thine,
Fall fellow drops.-- The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning @teals upon the night,
Melting the darkne@s, @o their rising @en@es
Begin to cha@e the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason.-- O good <1Gonzalo>1,
My true preserver, 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, <1Alonso>1, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;--
Thou art pinch'd for't now, <1Seba@tian>1.--Fle@h and blood,
You, brother mine; that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remor@e, and nature; who, with <1Seba@tian>1,
(Whose 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 reasonable @hore,
That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them,
That yet looks on me, or would know me: --<1Ariel>1,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;--
                                       [<1Exit>1 <2ARIEL>2.
I will di@ca@e me, and my@elf present
As I was @ometime <1Milan>1:--quickly, @pirit;
Thou @halt ere long be free.
                  <1Re-enter>1 <2ARIEL>2.
<1ARI.  Where the bee @ucks, there @uck I;   SONG>1.
        <1in a cow@lip's bell I lye>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.
                                 [<1helps to attire>1 Pro@pero.
  <1PRO>1.  Why, that's my dainty <1Ariel:>1 I @hall mi@s thee;
But yet thou @halt have freedom: So, @o, @o.
To the king's @hip, invisible 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 presently, I pr'ythee.
  <1ARI>1.  I drink the air before me, and return
Or ere your pul@e twice beat.      [<1Exit>1 <2ARIEL>2.
  <1GON>1.  All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement
Inhabits here; Some heavenly power guide us
Out of this fearful country!
  <1PRO>1.  Behold, @ir king,
The wronged duke of <1Milan, Pro@pero:>1
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.
  <1ALO>1.  Whe'r thou be'@t he, or no,
Or @ome enchanted trifle to abuse 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 resign; and do entreat,
Thou pardon me my wrongs:--But how @hould <1Pro@pero>1
Be living, and be here?
  <1PRO>1.  Fir@t, noble friend,
Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot
Be measur'd, or confin'd.
  <1GON>1.  Whether this be,
Or be not, I'll not @wear.
  <1PRO>1.  You do yet ta@te
Some @ubtleties 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,"
"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."  [<1to>1 Ant.
  <1PRO>1.  "No."--
For you, mo@t wicked  @ir, whom to call brother
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankes@t fault; all of them; and require
My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know,
Thou mu@t re@tore.
  <1ALO>1.  If thou be'@t <1Pro@pero>1,
Give us particulars of thy preservation:
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 <1Ferdinand>1.
  <1PRO>1.  I am woe for't, @ir.
  <1ALO>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 whose @oft grace,
For the like lo@s, I have her @overeign aid,
And re@t my@elf content.
  <1ALO>1.  You the like lo@s?
  <1PRO>1.  As great to me, as late, @ir: and @upportable
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.
  <1ALO>1.  Daughter?
O heavens! that they were living both in <1Naples>1,
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 lose your daughter?
  <1PRO>1.  In this la@t tempe@t. I perceive, these lords
At this encounter do @o much admire,
That they devour their reason; and @carce think,
Their eyes do offices of truth, these words
Are natural breath: but, how@oe'er you have
Been ju@tl'd from your @en@es, know for certain
That I am <1Pro@pero>1, and that very duke
Which was thru@t forth of <1Milan>1; who mo@t @trangely
Upon this @hore, where you were wreckt, 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 you
As much, as me my dukedom.
<1Cell opens>1; <1and di@covers>1 <2FERDINAND>2, <1and>1
         <2MIRANDA>2, <1playing at Che@s.>1
  <1MIR>1.  Sweet lord, you play me fal@e.
  <1FER>1.  No, my dear'@t love,
I would not for the world.                          [gle,
  <1MIR>1.  Yes, for a @core of kingdoms you @hould wran-
And I would call it fair play.
  <1ALO>1.  If this prove
A vision of the i@land, one dear @on
Shall I twice lose.
  <1SEB>1.  A mo@t high miracle!
  <1FER>1.  Though the @eas threaten, they are merciful;
I have cur@'d them without cause.
               [<1running to>1 Alonso, <1and kneeling.>1
  <1ALO>1.  Now all the ble@@ings
Of a glad father compa@s thee about!
Arise, and @ay how thou cam'@t here.
  <1MIR>1.  O wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
Hou beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has @uch people in't!
  <1PRO>1.  'Tis new to thee.                 [play?
  <1ALO>1.  What is this maid, with whom thou wa@t at
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 is mortal;
But, by immortal providence, @he's mine:
I chose 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 <1Milan>1,
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.
  <1ALO>1.  I am her's:
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 burthen our remembrance 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 have chalk'd forth the way
Which brought us hither!
  <1ALO>1.  I @ay, amen, <1Gonzalo>1.
  <1GON>1.  Was <1Milan>1 thru@t from <1Milan>1, that his i@@ue
Should become kings of <1Naples?>1 O, rejoice
Beyond a common joy; and @et it down
With gold, on la@ting pillars: In one voyage
Did <1Claribel>1 her husband find at <1Tunis>1;
And <1Ferdinand>1, her brother, found a wife,
Where he him@elf was lo@t; <1Pro@pero>1 his dukedom,
In a poor i@le; and all of us our@elves,
When no man was his own.
  <1ALO>1.  Give me your hands:     [<1to>1 Fer. <1and>1 Mir.
Let grief and @orrow @till embrace his heart,
That doth not wi@h you joy!
  <1GON>1.  Be it @o! amen!
  <1Re-enter>1 <2ARIEL>2; <1with the Ma@ter, and Boat@wain>1,
                   <1amazedly following>1.
O look, @ir, look, @ir, here is 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'er-board, not an oath on @hore?
Ha@t thou no mouth by land? What is the news?
  <1Boa>1.  The be@t news is, that we have @afely found
Our king, and company: the next, our @hip,--
Which, but three gla@@es @ince, we gave out @plit,--
Is tight, and yare, and bravely rig'd, as when
We fir@t put out to @ea.
  <1ARI>1.  "Sir, all this @ervice"
"Have I done @ince I went."
  <1PRO>1.  "My trick@ey @pirit!"
  <1ALO>1.  These are not natural events; they @trengthen,
From @trange to @tranger:--Say, how came you hither?
  <1BOA>1.  If I did think, @ir, I were well awake,
I'd @trive to tell you. We were dead a@leep,
And (how, we know not) all clapt under hatches:
Where, but even now, with @trange and @everal noises,
Of roaring, @hrieking, howling, jingling chains,
And more diver@ity of @ounds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; @traightway, 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 please 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 @halt be free."
  <1ALO>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 busine@s; at pickt leisure,
Which @hall be @hortly, @ingle I'll resolve you
(Which to you @hall @eem probable) of every
These happen'd accidents: 'till when, be chearful;
And think of each thing well.--"Come hither, @pirit;"
"Set <1Caliban>1, and his companions, free;"          [@ir?
"Unty the @pell." [<1Exit>1 <2ARI>2.] How fares my gracious
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 @toln 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:--<1Coragio>1,
bully mon@ter, <1Coragio!>1
  <1TRI>1.  If these be true @pies which I wear in my head,
Here's a goodly @ight.
  <1CAL>1.  O <1Setebos>1, these be brave @pirits, indeed!
How fine my ma@ter is! I am afraid,
He will cha@tise me.
  <1SEB>1.  Ha, ha; What things are these, my lord <1Antonio?>1
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 these men, my lords,
They @ay, if they be true:--This mi@-@hapen knave,--
His mother was a witch; and one @o @trong
That could controul the moon, make flows and ebbs,
and deal in her command without her power:
These three have rob'd me; and this demi-devil
(For he's a ba@tard one) had plotted with them
To take my life: two of these fellows you
Mu@t know, and own; this thing of darkne@s I
Acknowledge mine.
  <1CAL>1.  I @hall be pinch'd to death.
  <1ALO>1.  Is not this <1Stephano>1, my drunken butler?
  <1SEB>1.  He is drunk now; Where had he wine?
  <1ALO>1.  And <1Trinculo>1 is reeling ripe; Where @hould they
Find this grand 'lixir that hath gilded them?--
How cam'@t thou in this pickle?
  <1TRI>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, <1Stephano?>1
  <1STE>1.  O, touch me not; I am not <1Stephano>1, but a cramp.
  <1PRO>1.  You'd be king o'the i@le, @irrah?
  <1STE>1.  I @hould have been a @ore one then.
  <1ALO>1.  This is as @trange a thing as e'er I look'd on.
  <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 wise 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.                  [found it.
  <1ALO>1.  Hence, and be@tow your luggage where you
  <1SEB>1.  Or @tole it, rather.
            [<1Exeunt>1 <2CAL. STE>2 <1and>1 <2TRI>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 <1Naples>1;
Where I have hope to @ee the nuptials
Of these our dear-beloved @olemniz'd:
And thence retire me to my <1Milan>1; where
Every third thought @hall be my grave.
  <1ALO>1.  I long
To hear the @tory of your life; which mu@t
Take the ear @trangely.
  <1PRO>1.  I'll deliver all;
And promise you calm @eas, au@pitious gales,
And @ail @o expeditious, that @hall catch
Your royal fleet far off:--"My <1Ariel>1; chick,"
"That is thy charge: Then, to the elements;"
"Be free; and fare thou well."--Please you, draw near.

                     <1advancing>1,

           <1Now my charms are all o'er-thrown>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>1 Naples: <1Let 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 bands>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 please: 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 your indulgence @et me free.>1
                                                [<1Exeunt.>1