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The government I cast upon my brother,
Alack, for pity!
That wrings mine eyes.
Hear a little further, Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, And then I'll bring thee to the present business How to deny them ; whom to advance, and whom Which now's upon us; without the which, this To trash 6 for over-topping; new-created
story The creatures that were mine ; I say, or chang’d Were most impertinent. them,
Wherefore did they not Or else new-form'd them : having both the key That hour destroy us ? Of officer and office, set all hearts
Well demanded, wench; To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
not ; And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, To closeness, and the bettering of my mind Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats With that, which, but by being so retir'd,
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust,
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Like a good parent, did beget of him
Did us but loving wrong. A falsehood, in its contrary as great
Alack ! what trouble As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
Was I then to you ! A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Pro.
0! a cherubim Not only with what my revenue yielded,
Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst But what my power might else exact, – like one
smile, Who, having unto truth, by telling of it,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven, Made such a sinner of his memory,
When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; To credit his own lie, - he did believe
Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me He was the duke; out of the substitution,
An undergoing stomach 7, to bear up And executing the outward face of royalty,
Against what should ensue. With all prerogative : — Hence his ambition
How came we ashore ? Growing, — Dost bear?
Pro. By Providence divine. Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Pro. To have no skreen between this part he A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, play'd
Out of his charity (who being then appointed And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Master of this design), did give us; with Absolute Milan : Me, poor man! — my library Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties which since have steaded much ; so, of his genHe thinks me now incapable : confederates
tleness, (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, To give him annual tribute, do him homage; From my own library, with volumes that Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
I prize above my dukedom. The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan!) Mira.
'Would I might To most ignoble stooping.
But ever see that man !
Now I arise :
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Mir. I should sin
Than other princes can, that have more time To think but nobly of my grandmother.
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Pro.
Now the condition. Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now I This king of Naples, being an enemy
pray you, sir, To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; (For still ’tis beating in my mind,) your reason Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises, - For raising this sea-storm ? Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, - Pro.
Know thus far forth. Should presently extirpate me and mine
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies With all the honours, on my brother : Whereon, Brought to this shore: and by my prescience A treacherous arıny levied, one midnight
I find my zenith doth depend upon Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
A most auspicious star; whose influence The gates of Milan; and i’ the dead of darkness, If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Will ever after droop. - Here cease more ques. Me, and thy crying self.
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: And give it way; -I know thou canst not choose.- What is the time o' the day ? (MIRANDA sleeps. Ari.
Past the mid season. Come away, servant, come : I am ready now : Pro. At least two glasses : The time 'twixt six Approach, my Ariel ; come.
Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Ari. Is there more toil ? Since thou dost give Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail ! I
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly,
Which is not yet perform’d me. To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
How now? moody ? On the curl'd clouds ; to thy strong bidding, task
What is't thou canst demand ? Ariel, and all his quality.
Pro. Before the time be out ? no more.
thee Ari. To every article.
Remember, I have done thee worthy service ; I boarded the king's ship ; now on the beak,
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst I flamed amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide,
promise And burn in many places ; on the top-mast,
To bate me a full year. The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Dost thou forget Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the precur- From what a torment I did free thee?
No. O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
Pro. Thou dost; and think'st And sight-outrunning were not : The fire, and It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep ; cracks
To run upon the sharp wind of the north; Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
To do me business in the veins o' the earth, Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold
waves tremble, When it is bak'd with frost. Yea, his dread trident shake.
I do not, sir. Pro.
My brave spirit ! Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil 9
forgot Would not infect his reason ?
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, Ari.
Not a soul
Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Ari. No, sir. Some tricks of desperation : All, but mariners,
Thou hast : where was she born ? Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
speak; tell me. Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
Ari. Sir, in Argier.3 With lair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair,)
0, was she so? I must, Was the first man that leap'd.
Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Pro.
Why, that's my spirit! Which thou forget'st. This vile witch, Sycorax, But was not this nigh shore ?
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible Ari.
Close by, my master. To enter human hearing, from Argier, Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe ?
Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, Ari.
Not a hair perishd; They would not take her life : Is not this true ? On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
Ari. Ay, sir. But fresher than before ; and, as thou bad'st me,
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with In troops I have dispers’d them 'bout the isle :
child, The king's son have I landed by himself;
And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant : In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests 4, she did confine thee, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos’d,
By help of her more potent ministers, And all the rest o' the fleet?
And in her most unmitigable rage, Ari.
Safely in harbour Into a cloven pine ; within which rift Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Imprison'd, thou did'st painfully remain Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew A dozen years; within which space she died, From the still-vex'd Bermoothes ', there she's hid: And left thee there ; where thou didst vent thy The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
groans, Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the feet,
(Save for the son that she did litter here, Which I dispers'd, they all have met again; A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
A human shape. Bound sadly home for Naples ;
Yes; Caliban her son. Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, And his great person perish.
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st Pro.
Ariel, thy charge
What torment I did find thee in : thy groans
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts The minutest article.
9 Bustle, tumult.
Of ever-angry bears. This Sycorax
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fer. Could not again undo; it was mine art, When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape Cursed be I that did so ! - All the charms The pine, and let thee out.
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Ari.
I thank thee, master. For I am all the subjects that you have, Pro. If thou more murmurst, I will rend an oak, Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
The rest of the island.
Thou most lying slave, I will be correspondent to command,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have us'd And do my spriting gently.
Do so; and after two days Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg’d thee I will discharge thee.
In mine own cell, till thou did'st seek to violate Ari.
That's my noble master! The honour of my child. Abhorred slave; What shall I do ? say what? what shall I do? Which any print of goodness will not take,
Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea; Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Be subject to no sight but mine ; invisible Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour To every eye-ball else. Go take this shape, One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, And hither come in't : hence, with diligence. Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like
(Erit ARIEL. A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; With words that made them known: But thy vile Awake!
race, Mira. The strangeness of your story put Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good Heaviness in me. Pro. Shake it off: Come on,
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Yields us kind answer.
Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir,
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't I do not love to look on.
Is, I know how to curse : the red plague rid 6 you, Pro. But, as 'tis,
For learning me your language ! We cannot miss him : he does make our fire,
Hag-seed, hence ! Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, That profit us. What ho! slave ! Caliban, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice ? Thou earth, thou speak.
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly Cal. (Within.] There's wood enough within. What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Pro. Come forth, I say: there's other business Fill all thy bones with aches ; make thee roar, for thee :
That beasts shall tremble at thy din. Come forth, thou tortoise! when ?
No, 'pray thee!
I must obey: his art is of such power, [ Aside. Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph.
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him. Fine apparition ! My quaint Ariel,
So, slave; hence! Hark in thine ear. Ari. My lord, it shall be done. (Erit.
[Erit Caliban. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, come forth!
Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing ;
FERDINAND following him.
Come unto these yellow sands Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,
And then lake hands : And blister you all o'er !
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd, Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have
(The wild waves whist 7) cramps,
Foot it featly here and there ; Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins 5
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
Hark, hark ! All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. (dispersedly. As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging
The watch-dogs bark :
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.
Hark, hark! I hear This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
The strain of strutting chanticlere Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest
Cry, cock-a-doodle-doo. first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; Fer. Where should this musick be? i' the air, or would'st give me
the earth? Water with berries in't; and teach me how It sounds no more : - and sure, it waits upon To name the bigger light, and how the less, Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, And showd thee all the qualities o' the isle, This musick crept by me upon the waters ;
7 Being stilled, silencert, 5 Fairics.
But 'tis gone.
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
I'll set thee free for this! A word, good sir; With its sweet air ; thence I have follow'd it, I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Or it hath drawn me rather:
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This No, it begins again.
Is the third man that e'er I saw ; the first
That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father
To be inclin'd my way!
O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The queen of Naples !
Soft, sir; one word more. -
They are both in either's powers; but this swift
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside.
Make the prize light. –One word more; I charge
thee, [Burden, ding-dong.
That thou attend me : thou dost here usurp Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd fa- The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself ther :
Upon this island, as a spy to win it This is no mortal business, nor no sound
the lord on't. That the earth owes 8 : I hear it now above me. Fer.
No, as I am a man. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a And say, what thou seest yond'.
What is't ? a spirit ? | If the ill spirit have so fair an house, See how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
Good things will strive to dwell with't. It carries a brave form : But 'tis a spirit.
Follow me. —
- [To FERD. Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor. Come. such senses
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together : As we have, such : This gallant which thou seest, Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow, call him
Fer. A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows,
I will resist such entertainment, till And strays about to find them.
Mine enemy has more power.
(He draws. Mira.
I might call him
O dear father, A thing divine ; for nothing natural
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle, and not fearful.'
What, I say, As my soul prompts it : Spirit, fine spirit! I'll My foot my tutor ! - Put thy sword up, traitor ; free thee
Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy conWithin two days for this.
Most sure the goddess Is so possess’d with guilt: come from thy ward ?; On whom these airs attend ! — Vouchsafe my prayer For I can here disarm thee with this stick, May know, if you remain upon this island ; And make thy weapon drop. And that you will some good instruction give,
Beseech you father! How I may bear me here : My prime request, Pro. Hence ; hang not on my garments. Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder ! Mira.
Sir, have pity; If you be maid, or no ?
I'll be his surety.
Silence: one word more But, certainly a maid.
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What ! Fer. My language; heavens!
An advocate for an impostor ? hush ! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he, Were I but where 'tis spoken.
Having seen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench ! Pro.
How ! the best? To the most of men this is a Caliban,
Come on ; obey : [T. FERD. The king my father wreck'd.
Thy nerves are in their infancy again, Mira.
Alack, for mercy! And have no vigour in them. Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of
So they are :
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Pro.
The duke of Milan, The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, And his more braver daughter, could control9 thee, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, If now 'twere fit to do't : — At the first sight Might I but through my prison once a day
[Aside. Behold this maid : all corners else o' the earth They have chang'd eyes : — Delicate Ariel, Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I in such a prison. 8 Owns.
Than he appears by speech ; this is unwonted, Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! - Follow me. Which now came from him.
[T. FERD. and Mır.
Thou shalt be as free
Be of comfort ;| All points of my command. My father's of a better nature, sir,
To the syllable.
Ant. He misses not much.
Seb. No: he doth but mistake the truth totally. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed ADRIAN, Francisco, and others.
almost beyond credit). Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause
Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are. (So have we all) of joy; for our escape
Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, Is much beyond our loss : our hint of woe
drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,
freshness, and glosses ; being rather new dy'd, than The masters of some merchant, and the merchant,
stain'd with salt water. Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle,
Ant. If but one of his pockets could spcak, I mean our preservation, few in millions
would it not say, he lies ? Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Our sorrow with our comfort.
Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh Alon.
Prythee, peace !
as when we put them on first in Afric, at the marSeb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
riage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.
of Tunis. Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit ; well in our return.
Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper By and by it will strike. Gon. Sir,
Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a Seb. One: - Tell.
paragon to their queen. Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's
Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. offer'd,
Ant. How came that widow in ? Widow Dido! Comes to the entertainer
Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too ? Seb.
good lord, how you take it ! Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have
Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me spoken truer than you purposed.
study of that : she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you
Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. should.
Adr. Carthage? Gon. Therefore, my lord, —
Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue !
Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Alon. I pr’ythee, spare.
Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Gon. Well, I have done : But yet
Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy Seb. He will be talking.
next? Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good his pocket, and give it his son for an apple.
Seb. I think, he will carry this island home in wager, first begins to crow? Seb. The old cock.
Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Ant. The cockrel.
bring forth more islands. Seb. Done: the wager ?
Gon. Ay? Ant. A laughter.
Ant. Why, in good time. Seb. A match.
Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,
seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the Seb. Ha, ha, ha!
marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Ant. So you've pay'd.
Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Adr. Uninbabitable, and almost inaccessible,
Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Seb. Yet.
Ant. 0, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. Adr. Yet
Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first Ant. He could not miss it.
day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.
Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marAnt. True; save means to live.
riage ? Seb. Of that there's none, or little.
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears Gon. How lush 3 and lusty the grass looks! how The stomach of my sense: 'Would I had never
against green! Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Sch. With an eye # of grcen in't.
My son is lost ; and, in my rate, she too,
B 4 3 Rank.
4 Shade of colour,