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Alonso, King of Naples.
TRINCULO, a jester. appears, Act I. sc. 1. Act II. sc. 1. 'Act III. sc. 3. Act V. sc. I. Appears, Act II. sc. 2. Act III. sc. 2. Act IV. sc. 1. Act V. sc. i SEBASTIAN, his brother.
STEPHANO, a drunken butler.
Act V. sc. 1.
Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
Appear, Act I. sc. 1. Act V. sc. I.
MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero.
Appears, Act I. sc. 2. Act III. sc. 1. Act IV. sc. 1.
Act V. sc. I.
ARIEL, an airy spirit.
Appears, Act I. sc. 2, Act II. sc. 1. Act III. sc. 2; sc. 3. Appears, Act I. sc. l; sc. 2. Act III. sc. 1. Act IV. sc. 1.
Act IV. sc. 1. Act V. sc. 1.
Iris, a spirit.
Appears, Act IV. sc. 1.
Ceres, a spirit.
Appears, Act IV. sc. 1.
Juno, a spirit.
Appears, Act IV. sc. 1.
Appear, Act IV. sc. 1.
Appear, Act IV. sc. I.
Other spirits attending on Prospero.
SCENE I.–On a Ship at Sea. A Storm, with Gon. Good; yet remember wnom thou hast aboard. Thunder and Lightning.
Boats. None that I more love than myself. You Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain. are a counsellor; if you can command these elements Master. Boatswain,
to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will Boats. Here, master : What cheer?
not hand a rope more; use your authority. If you Master. Good : Speak to the mariners : fall to 't
cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make sarely," or we run ourselves aground : bestir, bestir yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the
hour, if it so hap.--Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our way, I say,
[Exit. Enter Mariners.
Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow : meBoats. Heigh, my hearts ; cheerly, cheerly, my thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his combearts ; yare, yare : Take in the topsail: Tend to the plexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to master's whistle.—Blow till trou burst thy wind, if his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our cable, room enough!
for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND,
to be hanged our case is miserable. [Exeunt. GONZALO, and others.
Re-enter Boatswain. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where is the master? Play the men.
Boats. Down with the topmast; yare; lower, lower ;
bring her to try with main-course. [A cry within.] Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, boson ?
A plague upon this howling ! they are fouder than the
weather, or our office." Boats. Do you not hear him ? You mar our labour : Keep your cabins : You do assist the storm.
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er and Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these drown? Have you a mind to sink ? roarers for the name of king? To cabin : silence; Seb. A pox o'your throat! you bawling, blasphentrouble us not.
ous, incharitable dog ! • Yarely, the adverb of yare, quick, ready. Yare is used Boats. Work you, then. several times by Shakspere as a sea-term (which it was), but Bot exclusively so.
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise. b. In the first edition (1623) Antonio here uses the sailor's maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. word boson, instead of the more correct “boatswain," wbich is * Our office is here used in the sense of our business, which put iu the mouth of the King of Naples.
was essentially noisy.
Gon. I 'll warrant him for drowning; though the Mira.
More to know ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as Did never meddle with my thoughts. an unstanched wench.
'Tis time Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold: set her two courses ; I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, ott' to sea again ; lay her off.
And pluck my magic garment from me.—So;
[Lays doron his mantle. Enter Mariners, wet.
Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have com. Mar. All lost ! to prayers, to prayers! all lost !
[Exeunt. The direful spectacle of the wrack, which touch'd Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?
The very virtue of compassion in thee, Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist I have with such provision in mine art them,
So safely order'd, that there is no soulFor our case is as theirs.
No, not so much perdition as an hair, Seb. I am out of patience.
Betid to any creature in the vessel Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunk- Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit ards.
down; This wide-chopp'd rascal;—'Would thou mightst lie For thou must now know farther. drowning,
You have often The washing of ten tides !
Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd Gon.
He 'll be hang'd yet ; And left me to a bootless inquisition ; Though every drop of water swear against it,
Concluding, “Stay, not yet.' And gape at wid'st to gluto him.
The nour 's now come; [A confused noise within.]-Mercy on us! The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; We split, we split-Farewell, my wife and children! Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we split!- A time before we came unto this cell? Ant. Let 's all sink with the king.
[Exit. I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Seb. Let's take leave of him.
[Exit. Out three years old." Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea Alira.
Certainly, sir, I can. for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, Pro. By what? by any other house, or person ? anything : The wills above be done! but I would fain | Of anything the image tell me that die a dry death.
[Erit. Hath kept with thy remembrance.
'T is far off; SCENE II.— The Island: before the Cell of
And rather like a dream than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants : Had I not
Four or five women once that tended me?
Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda : But how
is it Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them :
That this lives in thy mind? What see'st thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time! The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
How thou cam'st here thou mayst. Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
But that I do not. With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Pro. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since Who had no doubt some noble creaturel in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Thy father was the duke of Milan, and Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish d.
A prince of power.
Mira. Had I been any god of power, I would
Sir, are not you my father ? Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er 8
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father The traughting" souls within her.
Was duke of Milan; and his only heir Pro.
And princess nu worse issued.
Mira. No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
O, the heavens ! There 's no harm done.
What foul play had we, that we came from thence!
Or blessed was 't we did?
Both, both, my girl ;
By foul play, as thou say’st, were we heav'd thence; (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who
But blessedly holp hither.
Mira. Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
0, my heart bleeds Of whence I am; nor that I am more better
To think o' the teen b that I have turn'd you to, Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farthes
, And thy no greater father.
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call u Antoniu,
I pray thee mark me that a brother should * For drowning is on account of drowning.
Be so perfidious ;-e whom, next thyseli, b Merely-absolutely.
• To glut-to swallow. Of all the world I lov’d, and to him put a These various exclamations, which are given to Gonzalo, The manage of my state, as, at that time, should be considered to be spoken by no determinate charac- Through all the signiories it was the first, ters. They form part of the "confused noise within."
In Harrison's " Description of Britain,' prefixed to Holinshed, And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed we find, " Brome, heth, firue, brakes, whinnes, ling." -all cha- In dignity; and for the liberal arts racteristics of barren ground.” But " long heath" and "brown Without a parallel : those being all my study, furze" are quite intelligible, and are much more natural than au enumeration of many various wild plants.
The government I cast upon my brother, Creature. Miranda means to say that, in addition to thoso And to my state grew stranger, being transported, she saw suffer,-the “poor souls” that perished, -the common sailors,-there was no doubt some superior person on board, - Dost thou attend me?
And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle some noble creature, & Order-before, sooner than.
Sir, most heedfully. • Fraughting-constituting the fraught, or freight.
& Quite three years old.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits,
Wherefore did they not
Well demanded, wench; The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd them, My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not Or else new form'd them ; having both the key (So dear the love my people bore me); nor set Of otficer and office, set all hearts i' th' state
A mark so bloody on the business; but To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
With colours fairer painted their foul ends. The iry which had hid my princely trunk,
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark, And suck'd my verdure out on 't.-Thou attend'st not. Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepard Mira. O good sir, I do.
A rotten carcase of a butt,“ not rigg'd, Pro.
I pray thee, mark me. Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us, To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh With that, which, but by being so retir'd,
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Oer-priz'il all popular rate, in my false brother
Did us but loving wrong. Arakd an evil nature : and my trust,
Alack! what trouble Like a good parent, did beget of him
Was I then to you! Å falsehood, in its contrary as great
0! a cherubim As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Thou wast that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, Not only with what my revenue yielded,
When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; But what my power might else exact,-like one Under my burthen groan'd; which rais'd in me Who having unto truth, by telling of it,
An undergoing stomach, to bear up Made such a sinner of his memory,
Against what should ensue. To credit his own lie,-he did believe
How came we ashore ? He was indeed the duke; out of the substitution,
Pro. By Providence divine,
Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
Out of his charity (who being then appointed
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Master of this design) did give us ; with
Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness, Absolute Milan: Me, poor man! my library
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnishid me, Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties From mine own library, with volumes that He thinks me now incapable : confederates
I prize above my dukedom. So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, Mira.
'Would I might To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
But ever see that man! Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
Now I arise :-
Here in this island we arriv'd ; and here
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. If this might be a brother.
Mira. Heavens thank you for 't! And now, I pray I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother :
(For still 't is beating in my mind,) your reason Good wombs have borne bad sons.
For raising this sea-storm ?
Know thus far forth.
By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
Brought to this shore : and by my prescience
A most auspicious star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes With all the honours, on my brother : Whereon, Will ever after droop.--Here cease more questions ; A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 't is a good dulness, Pred to the purpose, did Antonio open
And give it way ;-I know thou canst not choose. The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
(Miranda sleeps The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;
Approach, my Ariel ; come.
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I
Hear a little further, To answer thy best pleasure; be 't to fly,
* Butt is the reading of the original copies. Whether the
idea of a wine butt was literally meant to be conveyed may be * A trash is a term stil in use among hunters, to denote a questionable; but the word, as it stands in the original, zives of leather couples, or any
other weight, fastened round us the notion of a vessel even more insecure than the most the neck of a dog, when his speel is superior to the rest of the paek; i.e. when he overtops them, when he hunts 100 quick. b Deck'd. In the glossary of the Craven dialect we find that • la kes-in consideration of, in exchange for.
to deg is to sprinkle. To prezises of humage, &c.--the circumstances of homage • Now my dear lady. The antecedent is Fortune, now Prus
peru's bountiful lady:
On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding task
Dost thou furget
From what a torment I did free thee?
Pro. Thou dost; and think'st it much to tread the Ari. To every article. I boarded the king's ship: now on the beak,
Of the salt deep; Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
To run upon the sharp wind of the north ; I flam'd amazement : Sometime I'd divide
To do me business in the veins o' the earth, And burn in many places; on the topmast,
When it is bak'd with frost. The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
I do not, sir. Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the precursors Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy,
Ari. Sir, in Argier.
0, was she so? I must, Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Would not infect his reason ?
Which thou forgett'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, Ari. Not a soul
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
To enter human hearing, from Argier, Some tricks of desperation : All but mariners
Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did Plung’d in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, They would not take her life : Is not this true! Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinani, Ari. Ay, sir. With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair,) Pro. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with Was the first man that leap'd ; cried, “ Hell is empty,
child, And all the devils are here."
And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, Pro.
Why, that 's my spirit! As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant : But was not this nigh shore ?
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate Ari.
Close by, my master. To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, Ari.
Not a hair perish'd ; By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
A dozen years, within which space she died,
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans, In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island His arms in this sad knot.
(Save for the son that she did litter here, Pro. Of the king's ship,
A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd,
A human shape.
Ari. Yes; Caliban her son.
Pro. Dull thing, I say so; be, that Caliban, Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
What torment I did find thee in : thy groans From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she 's hid : Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
Of ever-angry bears : it was a torment Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax I have left asleep: and for the rest of the fleet, Could not again undo; it was mine art, Which I dispers'd, they all have met again;
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
The pine, and let thee out. Bound sadly home for Naples ;
I thank thee, master. Supposing that they saw the king's ship wrack’d, Pro. If thou more murmur’st, I will rend an oak, And his great person perish.
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
Pardon, master What is the time o' the day?
I will be correspondent to comm
Past the mid season. And do my spriting gently. Pro. At least two glasses : The time 'twixt six and Pro.
Do so; aud after two days
I will discharge thee. Must by us both be spent most preciously,
That's my noble master! Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, What shall I do? say what : what shall I do? Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
Pro. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea; Which is not yet perform'd me.
Be subject to no sight but thine and mine; invisible Pro.
How now? moody? To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in 't: go, hence, with diligence
(Exit ARIEL Pro. Before the time be out ? no more.“
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well ; Ari.
Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Shake it off: Come on ;
We 'll visit Caliban, my slave, who neser
Yields us kind answer.
a No more
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly
What I command, I 'll rack thee with old cramps ; Pro. But, as 't is,
Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar We cannot miss him : he does make our fire,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din. Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices
No, pray thee! That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban!
I must obey: his art is of such power, [Aside. Thon earth, thou! speak,
It would control my danı's god, Setebos,
So, slave; hence! (Exit Cai.
Re-enter Ariei invisible, playing and singing ; FERCome, thou tortoise! when!"
DINAND following him.
Come unto these yellow sands, Hark in thine ear.
And then take hands:
Courtsied when you have, and kissid,
The wild waves whist,
Foot it featly here and there; Cpou tby wicked dam, come forth!
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
Bur. Hark, hark! Bowgh, wowgh.
The watch dogs bark:
. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd Ari. Jlark, hark ! I hear With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,
'The strain of
chanticleer Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,
Cry, cock-a-doodle-doo. And blister you all o'er.
Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
earth? Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins It sounds no more :-and sure it waits upon Sall
, for that vast of night that they may work, Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd
Weeping again the king my father's wrack, As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging This music crept by me upon the waters ; Than bees that made them.
Allaying both their fury, and my passion, Cal.
I must eat my dinner. With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather :—But 't is gone.
Full fathom five thy father lies; Water with berries in 't; and teach me how
Of his bones are coral made ; To name the bigger light, and how the less,
Those are pearls that were his eyes: That burn by day and night : and then I lor'u thee,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change And show'd thee all the qualities o’ the isle,
Into something rich and strange. The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fertile;
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell. Cursed be i that did so !-All the charms
[Burthen, ding-dong. Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell. Fæ I am all the subjects that you have,
Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father :Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me This is no mortal business, nor no sound In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me That the earth owes :- I hear it now above me. The rest of the island.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, Pro. Thou most lying slave,
And say, what thou seest yond'. Whom stripes may move, not kindness : I have us'd thee, Mira.
What is 't? a spirit? Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg‘d thee Lord, how it looks about ! Believe me, sir, In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate It carries a brave form :-But 't is a spirit. The honour of my child.
Pro. No, wench; it eats, and sleeps, and hath such Cal. O ho, o ho !--'would it had been done!
senses Tha didst prevent me; I had peopled else
As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, This isle with Calibans.
Was in the wrack; and but he's something stain'd Abhorred slave;
With grief, that 's beauty's canker, thou mightst call Which any print of goodness will not take,
him Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
A goudly person : he hath lost his fellows, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each Lour
And strays about to find them. One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
I might call him
I ever saw so noble.
It goes on, I see,
Aside. Tlough thou didst learn, had that in 't which good na- As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll fret tures
thee Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Within two days for this. Deservelly confin'd into this rock,
Most sure, the goddess Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.
On whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe my praycı Cal
. You taught me language; and my profit on 't May know if you remain upon this island; 1, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you, And that you will some good instruction give, For learning me your language!
How I may bear me here : My prime request,
Hag-seed, hence ! Which I do last pronounce, is, () you wonder!
No wonder, sir;