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SCENE I.

On a Ship at Sea.

tomps Noife of Thunder and Lightning heard. Enter a Ship-mafier and a Boatswain. BOATSWAIN!

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your cabin for the mifchance of the hour, if it
fo hap.-Cheerly, good hearts-Out of our way,
I fay.
[Exit.

Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow; methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him: his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand faft, good fate, to his hanging; make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage: If [Exit. he be not born to be hang'd, our cafe is miferable.

Beatf. Here, mafter: What cheer? M. Good: Speak to the mariners-fall to't prey, or we run ourselves aground: beftir, beftir.

Enter Mariners.

Re-enter Boatswain.

[Exeunt.

Bar Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, thearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-fail; Boatf. Down with the top-maft; yare, lower, end to the mafter's whittle;-Blow, till thou lower; bring her to try with main-courfe. [À but thy wind, if room enough! cry within.] A plague upon this howling I Ear A, Sebastian, Anthonio, they are louder than the weather, or our office. Galo, and others. Re-enter Sebaflian, Anthonio, and Genzalo. Where's Yet again? What do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to fink?

A Good boatswain, have care.

Le mater? Play the men.

I pray now, keep below.

4. Where's the mafter, boatswain ?

Ferdinand,

3. Do you not hear him? You mar our Keep your cabins: you do affift the storm. G. Nav, good, be patient.

Pay When the fea is. Hence! What care tre rarers for the name of king? To cabin:

e: trouble us not.

Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blafphemous, uncharitable dog!

Boatf. Work you then.

Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whorefon, infolent noifemaker! we are lefs afraid to be drown'd, than thou art.

Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the thip were no ftronger than a nut-fhell, and as leaky as an unstanch'd 3 wench.

Enter Mariners wet.

Go Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. B None that I more love than myfelf. Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; fet her two are a counsellor; if you can command these courses; off to fea again, lay her off. me to filence, and work the peace of the per, we will not handle a rope more; we harity. If you cannot, give thanks you rd fo long, and make yourself ready in

Mar. All loft to prayers, to prayers! all loft!

[Exeunt.

Boat. What, muft our mouths be cold?

1 Readily, nimbly. Of the prefent inftant, the poet probably means.

B

3 Incontinent.

Gon.

Gor. The king and prince at prayers! let us No, not fo much perdition as an hair,

atlift them,

For our cafe is as theirs.

Seb. I am out of patience.

Betid to any creature in the veffel

Which thou heard'it cry, which thou faw'ft fink.
Sit down;

Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by For thou must now know further.
drunkards.-

Mira. You have often

This wide-chopp'd rascal ;-Would, thou might'ft Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd,

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Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
The fky, it feems, would pour down ftinking pitch,
But that the fea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
Dathes the fire out. O, I have fuffer'd
With thofe that I faw fuffer! a brave vessel,
Who had, no doubt, fome noble creatures in her,
Dafh'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor fouls! they perish'd.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have funk the fea within the earth, or ere 4

It should the good fhip fo have fwailow'd, and
The freighting fouls within her.

Pro. Be collected;

No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, There's no harm done.

Mira. O, woe the day!

Pro. No harm.

I have done nothing but in care of thee,

And left me to a bootlefs inquifition;
Concluding, Stay, not yet.-

Pro. The hour's now come;

The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey, and be attentive. Canft thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?

I do not think, thou canft; for then thou wast not
Out 7 three years old.

Mira. Certainly, fir, I can.

Pro. By what? by any other houfe, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira. 'Tis far off;

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(Of thee, my dear one! thee, my dear daughter !) To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,

who

Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing

Of whence I am; nor that I am more better
Than Profpero, master of a full poor cell 5,
And thy no greater father.

Mira. More to know,

Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Pro. 'Tis time,

Ifhould inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magick garment from me. So;
[Lays down bis mantle.
Lye there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have

comfort.

The direful fpectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
The very virtue of compaflion in thee,
I have with fuch provision in mine art

So fafely ordered, that there is no foul

Which is from my remembrance! Please you

further.

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd An

thonio,

Iray thee mark me, that a brother should
Be fo perfidious!-he whom, next thyself,
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The manage of my ftate; as, at that time,
Through all the figniories it was the firit,
And Profpero the prime duke; being fo reputed
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,
Without a parallel; thofe being all my fudy,
The government I caft upon my brother,
And to my ftate grew ftranger, being tranfported,
And wrapp'd in fecret ftudies. Thy falfe uncle---
Doft thou attend me ?

Mira. Sir, moft heedfully.

I Abfolutely. 2 Swallow. 3 Perhaps it fhould be ling, heath, &o. 4 Before. i. c. a very poor cell.

Mingle.

7 Quite. 8 Sorrow, grief, trouble.

Pro.

Pra Being once perfected how to grant fuits,
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom
Torah 1 for over-topping; new created ['em,
The creatures that were mine; I fay, or chang'd
Or effe new form'd 'em ; having both the key
Of officer and office, fet all hearts i' the state
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, [not.
And fuck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'ft
Muz. O god fir, I do.

Pra. I pray thee, mark me.

I this neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To clofenets, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being fo retir'd,
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my falfe brother
Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A fihood, in its contrary as great

That wrings mine eyes to 't.

Pro. Hear a little further,

And then I'll bring thee to the prefent bufinefs
Which now's upon us; without the which, this story
Were most impertinent.

Mira. Wherefore did they not
That hour deftroy us?

Pro. Well demanded, wench;

My tale provokes that queftion. Dear, they durft not;
(So dear the love my people bore me) nor íet
A mark fo bloody on the bufinefs; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
Bore us fome leagues to fea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carcafs of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, fail, nor maft; the very rats
Inftinctively had quit it: there they hoift us
To cry to the fea that roar'd to us; to figh
To the winds, whofe pity, fighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.

Mira. Alack! what trouble

As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
A confidence fans bound. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might elfe exact,-like one, Was I then to you!
Whe having unto truth, by telling of it,
Made foch a finner of his memory,
Tract his own lie,-he did believe

He was, indeed, the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty, [ing,-
With a prerogative:-Hence his ambition grow-
Dubrava bear?

Mra. Your tale, fir, would cure deafness.
P. Tabave no fcreen between this part he play'd
And tim be play'd it for, he needs will be
Alute Milan: Me, poor man!--my library
Wakedom large enough; of temporal royalties
He talks me now incapable: confederates,
Stay he was for fway, with the king of Naples
I grehm annual tribute, do him homage,
Sinject his coronet to his crown, and bend
The cakedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan !)
To mat ignoble stooping.

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Mira. I fhould fin

To think 3 but nobly of my grandmother:

Good wombs have born bad fons.

Fr. Now the condition.

The king of Naples, being an enemy
To me veterate, hearkens my brother's fuit;
Wah was, that he in lieu o' the premises,
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,-
Sad prefently extirpate me and mine
Or of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon,
A treacherous army levy'd, one mid-night
Fred so the purpofe, did Anthonio open
Terre of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
The matters for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.

Mr. Alack, for pity!

hak remembring how I cried out then,

ay it o'er again; it is a hint 4,

Pro. O a cherubim

Thou waft, that did preferve me! Thou didst smile,
Infufed with a fortitude from heaven,

When I have 5 deck'd the fea with drops full falt;
Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in më
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should enfue.

Mira. How came we afhore?
Pro. By Providence divine.

Some food we had, and fome fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity, who being then.appointed
Mafter of this defign, did give us; with
Rich garments, linens, ftuffs, and neceffaries,
Which fince have fteaded much; fo, of his gentleness,
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.

Mira. Would I might

But ever fee that man!

Pro. Now, I arife:

Sit ftill, and hear the last of our fea-forrow.
Here in this ifland we arriv'd; and here
Have I, thy fchoolmatter, made thee more profit
Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not fo careful. [you, fir,
Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray
(For ftill 'tis beating in my mind) your reason
For raifing this fea-ftorm?

Pro. Know thus far forth.

By accident moft strange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this fhore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon

A moft aufpicious ftar; whofe influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop.-Here ceafe more questions;
Thou art inclin'd to fleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way :--I know, thou canst not choose→
[Miranda fleeps.

1 Te raja, Warburton fays, is to cut away the fuperfluities. 2 Thirty. 3 Otherwife than. "Sugration. 5 Covered. 6 i. e. a stubborn refolution.

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Come away, fervant, come: I am ready now; Approach, my Ariel, come.

Enter Ariel.

What is the time o' the day?

Ari. Paft the mid season.

Pro. At least two glaffes: the time 'twixt fix and now,

Ari. All hail, great master! grave fir, hail! I come Muft by us both be spent most preciously.
To anfwer thy best pleasure; be 't to fly,
To fwim, to dive into the fire, to ride

On the curi'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task
Ariel, and all his quality.

Pro. Haft thou, fpirit,

Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bade thee?
Ari. To every article.

I boarded the Ring's fhip; now on the beak,
Now in the wafte, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
The yards, and bolt-sprit, would I flame dutinctly,
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precur-
fors

O'the dreadful thunder-clap, more momentary
And fight-out-running were not: The fire, and cracks
Of fulphurous roaring, the moft mighty Neptune
Seem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.

Pro. My brave fpirit!

Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coil Would not infect his reason?

Ari. Not a foul

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd

Some tricks of defperation: All, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vetiel, Then all a-fire with me: the king's fon, Ferdinand, With hair upstarting (then like reeds, not hair) Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, And all the devils are bere.

Pro. Why, that's my spirit!
But was not this nigh fhore?

Ari. Clofe by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari. Not a hair perifh'd;

On their fuftaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'ft me,
In troops I have difpers'd them 'bout the ifle:
The king's fon have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with fighs,
In an odd angle of the ifle, and fitting,
His arms in this fad knot.

Pro. Of the king's thip,

The mariners, fay how thou haft diípos'd, And all the reit o' the fleet?

Ai. Safely in harbour

Is the king's fhip; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dft me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the ftill-vex'd Bermoothes 2, there the's hid:
The mariners all under hatches flow'd;
Whom, with a charm join'd to their fuffer'd labour,
I have left afleep: and for the reft o' the fleet,
Which I ditpers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote »,
Bound fadly home for Naples;

Suppofing that they faw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great perfon perish.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:

1 Performed to the minuteft article.

Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou doft give me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou haft promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro. How now, moody?

What is 't thou canst demand?

Ari. My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? No more.

ri. I pray thee:

Remember, I have done thee worthy fervice;

Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, ferv'd
Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didit promifs
To bate me a full year.

Pro. Doft thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee?
Ari. No.

Pro.Thou doft; and think'st it much to tread the ooze
Of the falt deep;

To run upon the sharp wind of the north;
To do me bufinefs in the veins o' the earth,
When it is bak'd with froft.

i. I do not, fir.

Pro. Thou lyft, malignant thing! Haft thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, Was grown into a hoop? haft thou forgot her? Ari. No, fir.

Pro. Thou haft: Where was the born? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier 4.

Pro. Oh, was the fo? I muft,

Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forgett'ft. This damnn'd witch, Sycorax,
For mifchiefs manifold, and forceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know it, was banifh'd; for one thing she did,
They would not take her life: Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, fir.

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Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with
And here was left by the failors: Thou, my flave,
As thou report it thyfelf, waft then her fervant:
And, for thou waft a fpirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhori'd commands,
Refabng her grand hefts, the did confine thee,
By help of her more potent minifters,
And in her moft unmitigable rage,
Tate a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprton'd, thou didst painfully remain

A dozen years; within which space the died,
And left thee there; where thou didft vent thy groans,
As fait as mill-wheels ftrike: Then was this ifland
|(Save for the fon that the did litter here,

A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with
A human thape.

dri. Yes; Caliban her fon.

Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in fervice. Thou buit know! What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Did make welves howl, and penetrate the breafts Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment To lay upon the dama'd, which Sycorax Could not again undo; it was mine art,

2 Bermudas. 3 Flote is wave. 4 Algiers.

When

When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape

The pine, and let thee out.

A. I thank thee, master.

The fresh fprings, brine-pits, barren place, and fertiles
Curs'd be 1, that I did fo!--All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!

Pr. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an oak, For I am all the fubjects that you have,

And peg thee in his knotty entrails, t I

Thou natt how I'd away twelve winters.

4. Pardon, maiter:

I will be correfpondent to command,
And do my fpiriting gently.

Pro. Do fo; and after two days

In difcharge thee.

A That's my noble master!

What shall I do ? fay what? what shall I do?
Pre. Go make thy felf like to a nymph o' the fea;
Be fubject to no fight but thine and mine; invifible
To every eye-ball elfe. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in it: go, hence, with diligence.
[Exit Ariel.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou haft slept well;
Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.

Fra Shake it off: Come on;

We'll vir Caliban, my flave, who never
Telds us kind anfwer.

Mira. 'Tis a villain, fir,

I do not love to look on.

Pra. But, as 'tis,

We cannot mifs him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and ferves in offices
That profit us. What ho! flave! Caliban!

The earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [Witbin.] There's wood enough within.

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Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Defervedly confin'd into this rock,

Who hadit deferv'd more than a prifon.

Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curfe: the red plague 5 rid you,
For learning me your language!
Pro. Hag-feed, hence!

P-s. Come furth, I fay; there's other business for Fetch us in fewel, and be quick; thou wert best, Come, thou tortoife! when?

Enter Ariel like a water-nymph.

For apparition! My quaint Ariel,

Hark in thine ear.

i. My lord, it shall be done.

[thee: To anfwer other bufinefs. Shrug'ft thou, malice?

If thou neglect ft, or doft unwillingly

What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps;

Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar,

[Exit. That beats shall tremble at thy dia,
Cal. No, pray thee!

Fr. Thou poisonous flave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

Enter Caliban.

Cal. As wicked' dew as e'er my mother brush'd
With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,
Drop on you both! a fouth-west blow on ye,
And blister you all o'er!

[cramps,

Pre. For this, be fure, to-night thou shalt have
Swe-Stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins 2
Shall for that vast of night 3 that they may work,
All exercife on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made 'em.

Ca!. I muft eat my dinner.

This ifland's mine, by Sycorax my mother,

Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou cameft first,
Thoa ftroak'dft me, and mad'st much of me; wouldit

give me

Water with berries in't; and teach me how
Io name the bigger light, and how the lefs,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
And fhew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,

I must obey; his art is of fuch power, [458.
It would controul my dam's god Setebos",
And make a vaffal of him.

Pro. So, flave; hence!

[Exit Caliban.

Enter Ferdinand at the remoteft part of the flag, and Ariel invifible, playing and finging. Ariel's Song.

1 Baneful. * Perhaps put here for fairies.

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Race, in this place, feems to fignify original difpofition, inborn qualities

5 The erysipelas.

* We learn from Magellan's voyage, that Selebos was the fupreme God of the Patagons. 7. Silent.

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