The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare

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With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side; His youthful hose well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in its sound:

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.

Other Spirits attending on Prospero.

Scene-The Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an uninhabited Island.

ACT I

SCENE 1 On a Ship at Sea.

A Storm, with Thunder and Lightning. Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain. Mast Boatswain,

Bonte. Here, master: what cheer? Mast. Good: speak to the mariners; fall to 't Farely, or we ran ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit

Enter Mariners.

Boats Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: Take in the top-sail; Tend to the master's whistle.-Blow till thou baret thy wind, if room enough!

Enter Alonzo, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand,
Gonzalo, and others.

Alan Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.

Beats I pray now, keep below.

Boats. Work you, then.

Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent nowe-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.

courses; off to sea again, lay her off.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two
Enter Mariners, wet.
Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
[Exeunt.

Boats. What, must our mouths be cold 7
Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us
assist them,

For our case is as theirs.

Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by
Seb. I am out of patience.
drunkards.

This wide-chapped rascal-Would, thou
might'at lie drowning,
The washing of ten tides!
Gon.
He'll be hanged yet;
la-Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at wid'st to glut him.

And. Where is the master, boatswain?
Boste. Do you not hear him? You mar our
bear; keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.
Gon Nay, good, be patient

[A confused noise within.] Mercy on us!-We Boste. When the sea is Hence! What care split, we split-Farewell, my wife and children! Jhese roarers for the name of king? To cabin:-Farewell, brother!-We split, we split, we

since: trouble as not.

Gen Good; yet remember whom thou hast

Bota Nene that I more love than myself. You are a coucellor; if you can command these elements to alence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have and so long, and make yourself ready in your extio for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap-Cheerly, good hearts-Out of our way, [Erit.

Gon. 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 banging! make the rope of his dering our cable; for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our [Exeunt.

Case is miserable

Re-enter Boatswain. Boale Down with the topmast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course. (A cry wichin.) A plague apon this howling! they are loater than the weather, or our office.

Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Cionzalo. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink? Seb. A pox of your throat, you bawling, blasphamous, ancharitable dog!

split.

Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Erit. Seb. Let's take leave of him. Erit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Erit.

SCENE IL

The Island, before the Cell of Prospero.

have

Enter Prospero and Miranda.
Pat the wild waters in this roar, allay them;
Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking
pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Dashes the fire out. O, have suffer'd
Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her,
Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd.
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
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 swallowed, and
Pro.
The freighting souls within her.
Be collected;
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done.
O, wo the day!

Mira.

Pro

No harm. Dost thou attend me 7
Mira.

I have done nothing but în care of thee,
(of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter 1) who
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Of whence I am; nor that I am more better
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father.

Mira.

More to know

Did never meddle with my thoughts
Pro.

'Tis time, I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magick 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
The very virtue of compassion in thee,
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely order'd, that there is no soul-
No, not so much perdition as an hair,
Betid to any creature in the vessel

Sir, most heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom
To trash for over-topping; new created
The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd
them,

Or else new-form'd them: having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts i' th' state
To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
And suck'd my verdure out on 't-Thou at
tend'st not
Mira. O, good sir, I do.

Pro.

I pray thee, mark me.
thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being so retir'd,
O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him

Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. A falsehood, in its contrary as great

Sit down;

For thou must now know further.
Mira.
You have often
Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Concluding, Stay, not yet.
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 any thing the image tell me, that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.
Mira.
"Tis far off;
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 had'st, and more, Miranda: But
how is it,

That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here,
How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.
Mira.
But that I do not.
Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve
years since,

Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
A prince of power.

Mira. Sir, are not you my father?
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtne, 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 7

Or blessed was 't, we did 7
Pro.

Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved

thence:

But blessedly holp hither.

Mira.

O, 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 AntonioI pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should Be so perfidious-he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I loved, and to him put The manage of my state; as, at that time, Through all the signiories it was the first, And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed In dignity, and, for the liberal arts," Without a parallei; those being all my study, The government I cast upon my brother, And to my state grew stranger, being transported, And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle

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 elee 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 indeed the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty
With all prerogative:-Hence his ambition
Growing,-Dost hear ?

Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd

And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan: Me, poor man!-my library Was dukedom large enough; of temporal roy

alties

Pro.

Now the condition. This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; 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 Milan, With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon, A treacherous army levied, one midnight Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me, and thy crying self. Mira Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint That wrings mine eyes to 't Pro. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now 's upon us; without the which, this story Were most impertinent. Mira.

With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In tw, they hurried as aboard a bark;
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
A rotten care of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nur tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To ery to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did the bat loving wrong.
Mirn

Pro.
My brave spirit!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coll
Would not infect his reason 7
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, Ferdi-
nand,

With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair,)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.

Alack! what trouble
Was I then to you!
Pro.
01 a cherubim
Than wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst Pro.

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
Agunst what should ensue.
Mira

How came we ashore
Pro By Providence divine.
Bare fod we het, and some fresh water, that
A note Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity, (who being then appointed
Master of this design,) did give us; with
Roch garments, i nens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which nor have sten-led much; so, of his gen-

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Why, that 'e my spirit !
Close by, my master.

But was not this nigh shore?"
Ari.

Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe 7
Ari.

Not a hair perish'd;
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle:
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot.
Pro.

Of the king's ship,

The mariners, say, how thou hast disposed,
And all the rest o' the fleet 7
Ari.

Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'st me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd
labour,

I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet,
Which I dispera'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples;

Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great person perish.

Pro.

Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more worke

What is the time o' the day?
Ari.

Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses: The time 'twixt six and now,

Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou must give
me pains,

Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
ques-Which is not yet perform'd me.
Pro.
What is 't thou canst demand?
Ari.

o'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, And give & way,-I know thou canst not [Miranda sleeps. Come away, wervant, come: I am ready now; Approach my Ariel: come.

To answer hy text pleasure; bet to fly,
To raim to dive to the fire, to ride
On the earl'd elda; to thy strong bidding, taak
Arel, and all his quality.

Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
An To every article.

I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I fam'd sewerarnt: Sometimes, I'd divide,
And barn to many places; on the top-mast,
The yards and bew sprit, would I fame distinctly,
Then meet, and join Jove's lightnings, the pre-

O the dreadful thunder-clape, more momentary
And wight out-running were not: The fire, and
cracka

Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Scem'd to bewege, and make his bold waves

tremble,

Yea, his dread trælent shake.

Ari.

How now ? moody ?

My liberty.
Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
I pray thee
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge or grumbling: thou didst
promise
To bate me a full year.
Pro.
Dost thon forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
Ari.

Pro. Thou dost; and think'st

No.

It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep;
To run upon the sharp wind of the North;
To do me business in the veins o' the earth,
When it is bak'd with frost.
Ari.

I do not, sir.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast tho
forgot
The foul witch, Sycorax, who, with age, and envy,
Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
Ari. No, sir.
Pro.
Thou hast where was she born?
speak; tell me.
Ari Sir, in Argier.
Pro.
O, was she so? I must,
Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sy.

corax,

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