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Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master Play the men. Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, boatswain Boats. Do you not hear him to You mar our labour ! keep your cabins : you do assist the storin. Gon. Nay, good, be patient. Boats. When the sea is. Hence What care these roarers for the name of king t To cabin : silence : trouble us not. Gon. Good : yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more ; use }. authority. If yo: cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make ourseif ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our way, I say. [Exit. %. I have great comfort from this fellow ; methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage | If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. . [Exeunt.
Re-enter Boatswain. Boats, Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course. [A Cr within...] A plague upon this howling they are louder than the weather, or our office.—
Yet again what do you here : Shall we give o'er, and drown f Have you a mind to sink t Seb. A pox o' your throat you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog Boats. Work you, then. Ant. Hang, cur, hang ! ... you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. Gon. I’ll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench. Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off.
SCENE II. The Island: before the Cell of Prospero. Enter Prospero and Miranda.
Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Dash'd all to pieces. 0, the cry did knock Against my very heart Poor souls they perish’d. Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e^er It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The freighting souls within her.
Pro. Be collected; No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, e. There's no harm done.
Mirai. More to know
Pro. ”tis time I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.—So ;
[Lays down his Mantle. Lie there, my art.—Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
Mira. You have often
Pro. The hour's now come ; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell ? I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Out three years old.
Mira. Certainly, sir, I can.
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person :
of o thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mira. "Tis far off ;
And rather like a dream than an assurance
Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how is it,
Mira. But that I do not.
Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years Thy father was the duke of Milan, and [since, A prince of power.
Mira. Sir, are not you my father
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said—thou wast my daughter; and thy father Was, duke of Milan; and his only heir A princess;–no worse issued.
Mira. O, the heavens ! What foul play had we, that we came from thence t Or blessed was’t we did :
Pro, Both, both, my girl : By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence, But blessedly holp hither.
Mira. 0, my heart bleeds To think o'the teen that I have turn'd you to, which is from my remembrance Please you further.
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call’d Antonio, -I pray thee, mark me, that a brother should Bo so perfidious –he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I lov’d, and to him put The manage of my state; as, at that time, Through all the signiories it was the first, And #. the prime duke; being so reputed
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,
Mira. Sir, most heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grait suits, How to deny them whom to advance, and whom To trash for over-topping ; new created [them, The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd Qr else new form'd them ; having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, And suck'd my verdure out on't.—Thou attend’st not: I pray thee, mark me.
Mira. 0 good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate To closeness and the bettering of my mind With that, which, but by being so retir’d, O'erpriz'd all popular rate, in my false brother, Awak’d an evil nature ; and my trust, Like a good parent, did beget of him A falsehood, in its contrary as great As my trust was ; which had, indeed, no limit, A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded, But what my power might else exact, like one, who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie, -he did believe He was the duke; out of the substitution, And executing the outward face of royalty, With all prerogative :–Hence his o: Growing, Dost hear?
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Pro. To have no screen between this part he And him he play’d it for, he needs will be [play’d, Absolute Milan me, poor man my library Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable: confederates (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, To give him annual tribute, do him homage ; Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend The dukedom, yet unbow’d (alas, poor Milano) To most ignoble stooping.
Mira. O the heavens !
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell If this might be a brother. sme,
Mira. I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother : Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Pro. Now the condition.
Mira. Alack, for pity!
Pro. Hear a little further,
Mira. Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us? Pro. Well demanded, wench ;
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not ;
Alack what trouble
Pro. O. : a cherubim Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Under my burden groan’d ; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up Against what should ensue.
Mira. How came we ashore ?
Pro. By Providence divine. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity (who being then appointed Master of this design) did give us ; with Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Which since have steaded much ; so, of his gentleKnowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, [ness, From my own library, with volumes that I prize above uy dukedom.
Mira. *Would I might But ever see that man : Pro. Now I arise :
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Mira. Heavens, thank you for’t And now, I pray
Pro. Know thus far forth.— By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Brought to this shore : and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star; whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.–Here cease more questions; Thou art inclin'd to sleep ; 'tis a good dulness, And give it way;-I know thou canst not choose.—
Come away, servant, come : I am ready now ;
Ari. All hail, great master grave sir, hail . I come To answer thy, best pleasure; be’t to fly, to swim, to 'H'. into the fire, to ride On the curl’d clouds; to thy strong bidding, task Ariel, and all his quality.
Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that i bade thee:
Ari. To every article. I boarded the king's ship ; now on the beak, Now in the waist, 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 bowsprit, would I flame distinctly; Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the precursors O'the dreadful thunder-claps, inore momen And sight outrunning were not : the fire, and cracks Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble; Yea, his dread trident shake.
Pro. My brave spirit Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Would not infect his reason t
Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation : all, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Then all a-fire with me : the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up starting (then like reeds, not hair,) Was the first man that leap'd ; cried, Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
Pro. Ariel, thy charge
Ari. Past the mid season.
Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and Must by us both be spent most preciously. [now,
Ari. Is there more toil Since thou dost give me
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
Pro. Before the time be out no more.
Ari. I pray thee Remember, I have done thee worthy service ; Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv’d Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst proTo bate me a full year. smise
Pro. Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee!
Pro. Thou dost ; and think'st
Ari. I do not, sir.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, Was grown into a hoop hast thou forgot her
Art. No, sir. [tell one.
Pro. Thou hast: where was she born f speak;
Ari. Sir, in Argier.
Pro. 0, was she so I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing, from Argier, Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, They would not take her life. Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, sir. [child,
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, As thou report'st thyelf, wast then her servant : And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, By help of her more potent ministers, And in her most unmitigable rage, Into a cloven pine; o: which rift Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain A dozen years; within which space she died, And left thee there ; where thou didst vent thy groans, As fast as mill-wheels strike : then was this island (Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born), not honour'd with A human shape.
A ri. Yes; Caliban, her son.
Pro. Dull thing, I say so ; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in : thy groans Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Of ever-angry bears : it was a torinent To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Could not again undo: it was mine art, When I arriv'd and heard thee, that made gape The pine, and let thee out.
Ari. I thank thee, master.
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
4 ri. Pardon, master: I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently.
Pro. Do so; and after two days I will discharge thee. Ari. ‘that’s my noble master
Col. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven’s feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er [cramps, Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have Side-stitches, that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them. Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, Thou strok’dst me, and mad'st much of me; wouldst Water with berries in't ; and teach me how [give me To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night: and then I lov’d thee, And shew'd thee all the qualities o'the isle, The fresh springs, brine pit, barren place, and fertile; that did so —All the charms Qf Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you ! For I am all the subjects that you ;: Which first was mine own king ; and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest of the island. Pro. Thou most lying slave, [thee, Whom stripes may move, not kindness; i have us’d Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee In mine own celi, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child. Cal. O ho, O ho!—'would it had been done Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave ; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known But thy wilerace, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on’t Is, I know how to curse : the red plague rid you, For learning me your language Pro. Hag-seed, hence Fetch us in fuel ; and be quick, thou wert best, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, I’ll rack thee with old cramps; Fill all thy bones with aches: make thee roar, That beasts shall tremble at thy din. Caf. No, pray thee!— I must obey: his art is of such power, [Aside. It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him. Pro. So, slave : hence [Exit Caliban.
Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing : Fer-
Come unto these yellow sands,
Court'sied when you have, and tiss'd,
Foot it featly here and there;
And, street sprites, the burden bear.
Hark, hark f
Hark, hark / I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere, Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. Fer. Where should this music be? i'the air, or the It sounds no more –and sure, it waits upon tearth Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air : thence I have follow’d it, Qr it hath drawn me rather —But 'tis gone, No, it begins again. Ariel sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell; Hark's now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. [Burden, ding-dong. Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father:This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes :—I hear it now above me. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say, what i. seest yond”. Mira. What is't a spirit Lord, how it looks about ! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form :—But 'tis a spirit. [senses Pro. No, wench ; it eats and sleeps, and hath such As we have, such : this gallant which thou seest Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain’d With grief, that’s beauty’s canker, thou might'st call A ..i. person : he hath lost his fellows, [him And strays about to find them. Mira. I might call him A thing divine : for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Pro. It goes on, [Aside. As my soul prompts it :—Spirit, fine spirit I’ll free Within two days for this. [thee Fer. Most sure, the goddess Qn whom these airs attend —Vouchsafe my prayer Mae know if you remain upon this island ; And that you will some good instruction give, How I may bear me here: my prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder If you be made, or not