The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare

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Do that good mischief, which may make this island

Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
For aye, thy foot-licker.

Ste. Give me thy band: I do begin to have bloody thoughts.

Trin. O king Stephano! O peer ! O worthy Stephano! look, what a wardrobe here is for thee! Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash. Trin. O ho, mouster; we know what belongs to a frippery :-O king Stephano!

Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown.

Trin. Thy grace shall have it.

Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what

you mean,

To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along,
And do the murder first: if he awake,
Proin toe to crown he'll fill our skins with
pinches ;

Afake us strange stuff.

Ste. Be you quiet, monster.-Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.

Tria. Do, do; We steal by line and level, and't like your grace.

Ste. I thank thee for that jest: here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't.

Trin. Monster, come, put some limet upon your fingers, and away with the rest.

Cal, I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,

And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
With foreheads villianous low.

• Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this.

You said our work should cease.
Pro. I did say so,

When first I rais'd the tempest, Say, my spirit,

How fares the king and bis?
Ari. Confin'd together

In the same fashion as you gave in charge;
Just as you left them, Sir; all prisoners
In the lime-grove which weather-fends •
cell;

your

They cannot budge, till you release. The king. His brother, and your's, abide all three dis tracted;

And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of sorrow, and dismay: but chiefly
Him you term❜d. Sir, The good old terd, Gen-
zalo;

His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops

From eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly works them,

That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.

Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit?
Ari. Mine, would, Sir, were I human.
Pro. And mine shall.

Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions? and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
Passion as they, be kindlier mov❜d than the
art?

Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,

Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury
Do I take part: the rarer action is

In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,

The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel;
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And they shall be themselves.
[Erit.

Ari. I'll fetch them, Sir.
Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes,

and groves;

And ye, that on the sands with printless foot When he comes back: you demi-puppets, that Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly bim, By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets a ake, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose

pastime

Is to make midnight-mushrooms; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters though you be,) I have bei dimm'd

The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinots winds,

And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder: 4 Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stort uak A With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd o

⚫tory

• Defends from bad weather... - † Thatch.

Have I made shake: and by the spurs pluck'd up

The pine, and cedar: graves, at my command, Have waked their sleepers; oped, and let them forth

By my so potent art: But this rough magic
I bere abjure: and, when I have requir'd
Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,)
To work mine end upon their senses, that
This abry charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound,
I'll drown my book.
[Solemn music.
Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONZO, with a
frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO;
SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manuer,
attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: They
all enter the circle which PROSPERO had
made, and there stand charmed; which
PROSPE RO observig, speaks.

A solemn air, and the best comforter
Fo an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement

Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us
Out of this fearful country !

Pro. Behold, Sir king!

The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero :
For more assurance that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee, and thy company, I bid
A hearty welcome.

Alon. Whe'r thou beest he, or no,
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse
Beats, as of flesh and blood; and since I saw
thee,

Th' affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear a madness held me: This must crave
(And if this be at all,) a most strange story.
Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat
Thou pardon me ny wrongs :-But how should
Prospero

Be living, and be here ?

Pro. First, noble friend,

Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot

Now useless, boil'd within thy skull ! There Be measur'd, or confin'd.

stand,

For you are spell-stopp'd.

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, Fall fellowly drops.--the charm dissolves

apace;

And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignoraut fumes that mantle.
Their clearer reason.-O my good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir

To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed.-Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me, and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;-
Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and
blood,

You brother mine, that entertaiu'd ambition,
Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Se-
bastian,

(Whose inward pinches therefore

strong,)

are most

Gon. Whether this be,

Or be not, I'll not swear.

Pro. You do yet taste

Some subtilties o'tne isle, that will not let you Believe things certain :-Welcome, my friends

For you, most wicked Sir, whom to call brother
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require
My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.

Alon. If thou beest Prospero,

Give us particulars of thy preservation : How thou hast met us here, who three hours siuce

Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive were wreck'd upon this shore: where I have

I will dis-case me and myself present,
As I was sometime Milan :-quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.

You have not sought her help of whose soft grace,

For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid,

And rest myself content.

Alon. You the like loss?

Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portable

ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire To make the dear loss, have I means much

PROSPERO.

Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I:

In a cowslip's bell I lie:
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly,

After summer merrily;
Merrily, merrity, shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall
miss thee;

But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.-
To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Under the hatches; the master, and the
swain,

Being awake, enforce them to this place;
And presently, I pr'ythee.

weaker

Than you may call to comfort you; for I Have lost my daughter.

Alon. A daughter?

O heavens! that they were living both in Naples. The king and queen there! that they were, I wish

Myself were mudded in that oozy bed
Where my son lies. When did you lose your

daughter?

Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these
lords

At this encounter do so much admire,
That they devour their reason; and scarce think
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words

boat- Are natural breath: but howsoe'er you have
Been justled from your senses, know for certain,
That I am Prospero, and that very duke
Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most
strangely

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return
Or e'er your pulse twice beat. [Exit ARIEL.

34 Pity, or tenderness of heart.

Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was | Re-enter ARIEL, with the Mister and BoaT

landed,

To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
Not a relation for a breakfast, for
Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, Sir;
This ceil's my court: here bave I few attend.
ants,

And subjects none abroad: pray you, look iu.
My dukedom since you have given me again,
I will requite you with as good a thing;

At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye,
As much as me my dukedom.

The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess.

Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
Fer. No, my dearest love,

I would not for the world.

Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,

And I would call it fair play.

Alon. If this prove

A vision of the island, one dear son

Shall I twice lose.

Seb. A most high miracle!

SWAIN amazedly following.

O look, Sir, look, Sir; here are more of us!
I prophesied, if a gallows were on laud,
This fellow could not drown :→→Now, blas.
phemy,

That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore ?

Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?

Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found

Our king and company: the next our ship,— Which, but three glasses since, we gave ou split,

Is tight and yare, and bravely rigged, as when We first put out to sea.

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bither?

Boats. If I did think, Sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep,

Fer. Tho' the seas threaten, they are merci- And, (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under

ful:

I have curs'd them without cause.

hatches,

Where, but even now, with strange and several noises

[FERD. kneels to ALON. Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains,

Alon. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about! Arise, and say how thou cam'st here. Mira. O wonder !

And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awak'd; straitway, at liberty: Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld

leisure,

Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you (Which to you shall seem probable,) of every These happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful,

And think of each thing well.-Come hither, spirit; [Aside.

Set Caliban and his companions free:
Untie the spell. [Exit ARIEL.] How fares my
gracious Sir?

There are yet missing of your company
Some few odd lads, that you remember not.

Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel.

Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself: for all is but for. tune-Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!

Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight.

Cal. O Setebos, there be brave spirits, indeed!

How fine my master is! I am afraid
He will chastise me.

Seb. Ha, ha;

What things are these, my lord Antonio!
Will money buy them?

Ant. Very like; one of them

Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,

Gon. Be't so! Amen!

In his senses.

Then say, if they be true :-This misshapen knave, I For this one night; which (part of it,) I'll waste
His mother was a witch; and one so strong
That could control the moon, make flows and
ebbs,

And deal in her command, without her power:
These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil
(For he's a bastard one,) had plotted with them
To take my life; two of these fellows you
Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.

Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death.

With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it
Go quick away: the story of my life,
And the particular accidents, gone by,
Since I came to this isle: And in the morn,
I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every, third thought shall be my grave.
Alon. I long

Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken but-To hear the story of your life, which must ler ?

Seb. He is drunk now: Where had he wine ? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where should they

Take the ear strangely.

Pro. I'll deliver all;

And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch

Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them ?—Your royal fleet far off.-My Ariel ;-chick,How cam'st thou in this pickle ? That is thy charge; then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well -[Aside.] Please you, draw near. [Exeunt.

Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.

Seb. Why, how now, Stephano ?

Ste. O touch me not; I am not Stephano,
but a cramp.

Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
Ste. I should have been a sore one then.
Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I
look'd on. [Pointing to CALIBAN.
Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners,
As in his shape :-Go, sirrah, to my cell;
Take with you your companions; as you look
To have my parden, trim it handsomely.

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise here-
after,

And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool?

Pro. Go to; away I

Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.

Seb. Or stole it, rather.

[Exeunt CAL. STE. and TRIN. Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train,

To my poor cell where you shall take your rest • Honest.

EPILOGUE.

SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own:
Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
I must be here confin'd by you,
Or sent to Naples: Let me not,
Since I bave my dukedom got,
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island, by your spell;
But release me from my bands,
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of your's my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please: Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant ;
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer:
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.

Applause noise was supposed to dissolve a swell

THE lighter seenes of this entertaining comedy are entirely the production of Shakspeare; and for its mere serious portions he was probably indebted to the Histories Tragiques of Belleforest, who had them from Bandello. Malone quotes the "Fifth Egiog of Barnaby Googe,” published with other poems of his in 1563, and now an exceedingly rare book, to show that Shakspeare might have borrowed from it the circumstances of the Duke sending his page to plead his cause with the lady, and of the lady's falling in love with the page. "This play (says Dr. Johnson,) is in the graver part elegant and easy, and in some of the lighter scenes exquisitely humourous." Its progress is full of spirit, and the entanglement of characters and circumstances is pleasingly unravelled in the final catastrophe. The self-sufficiency of Malvolio is charmingly ucpicted, and very laughably punished; whilst the excesses of Sir Toby Belch are almost excused by his smattering of wit, and his unqualified good-humour. The sudden attachment of Viola is much more improbable than the obstinate repugnance of Olivia; but the romantic nature of her love,“ feeding in concealment on her damask cheek," gives an interest to her situation, whilst a victim to the tender passion, which the undisguised declarations of the other, though placed in the same predicament, must generally fail in producing.

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ORSINO, Duke of Illyria.

DRAMATIS PERSONE.

MALVOLIO, Steward to Olivia.

SEBASTIAN, a Young Gentleman, Brother to FABIAN, Servants to Olivia.

Viola.

ANTONIO, a Sea-captain, Friend to Sebas

tian.

A Sea-captain, Friend to Viola.

CLOWN,

OLIVIA, a rich Countess.
VIOLA, in love with the Duke.

VALENTINE, Gentlemen attending on the | MARIA, Olivia's Woman.

CURIO,

Duke.

Sir TOBY BELCH, Uncle of Olivia.
Sir ANDREW ACUE CHEEK.

Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musicians, and other Attendants.

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Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; Musicians

attending.

Even in a minute! So full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high-fantastical. ⚫
Cur. Will you go buut, my lord?
Duke. What, Curio?

Cur. The hart.

Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: Oh! when mine eyes did see Olivia first,

Duke. If music be the food of love, play on; Methought she purg'd the air of pestilence;

Give me excess of it; that, sufeiting,

The appetite may sicken, and so die.
That strain again;-it had a dying fall:
Oh! it came o'er my ear like the sweet south,
That breathes upon a bank of violets,
Stealing, and giving odour.-Enough;
'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.
O spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou !
That notwithstanding thy capacity
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,

Of what validity and pitch soever,

But falls into abatement and low price,

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