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ts. None that I more love than myself. e a counsellor; if you can command these Nor ts to silence, and work the peace of the tin, we will not hand a rope more; use your ty: if you cannot, give thanks you have Too long, and make yourself ready in your Did for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. ly, good hearts! Out of our way, I say. Was [Exit. I have great comfort from this fellow: Thanks he hath no drowning mark upon him;

Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
SCENE-A ship at Sea: an island,

If he be not born to be hanged, our case
is miserable.

Re-enter Boatswain.

Boats. Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring her to try with main-course. [A cry within.] A plague upon his howling! they are louder than the weather or our office.


Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give
o'er and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
Seb. A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blas-
phemous, incharitable dog!

Boats. Work you then.

Ant. Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell 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.

Enter Mariners wet.

Mariners. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!

Beats. What, must our mouths be cold?
Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let's
assist them,
For our case is as theirs.


I'm out of patience.

Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:


This wide-chapp'd rascal-would thou mightst
lie drowning
The washing of ten tides!


He'll be hang'd yet, Though every drop of water swear against it And gape at widest to glut him. [A confused noise within: Mercy on us!-We split, we split!'-'Farewell my wife and children!'

mplexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast,Farewell, brother!'-'We split, we split, we

Fate, to his hanging: make the rope of his


y our cable, for our own doth little advant- Ant. Let's all sink with the king.


Seb. Let's take leave of him.

[Exeunt Ant. and Seb. 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. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. The island. Before PROSPERO'S cell.


Mir. Ifby 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 suffered With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, 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 ere It should the good ship so have swallow'd and The fraughting souls within her. Pros. Be collected: No more amazement: tell your piteous heart There's no harm done.

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No harm.

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'Tis time I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me. So: [Lays down his mantle. Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have


Pros. Thou hadst, 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 camest here,
How thou camest here thou mayst.
But that I do not.
Pros. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve
year since,

Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
A prince of power.

Sir, are not you my father?
Pros. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir
And princess no worse issued.

Mir. O the heavens ! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did?_


Both, both, my girl: 61 By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,

But blessedly holp hither.


O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.

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Pros. Being once perfected how to grant suits, The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd How to deny them, who to advance and who

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For thou must now know farther.
Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisition,
Concluding 'Stay: not yet."


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 40
Out three years old.
Certainly, sir, I can.
Pros. By what? by any other house or person?
Of any thing the image tell me that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.
'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?

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Mir. O, good sir, I do.

I pray thee, mark
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
To closeness and the bettering of my mind
With that which, but by being so retired,
O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false br
Awaked 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 lim
A confidence sans bound. He being thus le
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact, like
Who having into 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 o' the substit

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He thinks me now incapable; confederates-
So dry he was for sway-wi' 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 Milan !—
To most ignoble stooping.
O the heavens !

Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.


How came we ashore?
Pros. By Providence divine.
Some food we had and some fresh water that 160
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity, 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 gen-

Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
Would I might

But ever see that man!

Pros. Now I arise: [Resumes his mantle.

Pros. Mark his condition and the event; then Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. 170 tell me

If this might be a brother.


I should sin

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So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
A mark so bloody on the business, but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Pore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh
To the winds whose pity, sighing back again, 150
Did us but loving wrong.

Mir. Was I then to you!


Alack, what trouble

O, a cherubin

Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smaile,

Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,

Here in this island we arrived; and here
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
Than other princesses can that have more time
For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.

Mir. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,

For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
For raising this sea-storm?


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 180
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 inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way: I know thou canst not choose.
[Miranda sleeps.
Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.
Approach, my Ariel, come.

Enter ARIEL.

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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 flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,
And burn in many places; on the topmast,
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the pre-



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Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring,-then like reeds, not hair,-
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is


And all the devils are here.'

Why, that's my spirit!

But was not this nigh shore?

Close by, my master.
Pros. But are they, Ariel, safe?

Not a hair perish'd;
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,
In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle. 220
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.

Of the king's ship
The mariners say how thou hast disposed
And all the rest o' the fleet.

Safely in harbour


Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet
Which I dispersed, 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.

Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work.
What is the time o' the day?

Past the mid season.

Pros. 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 dost give
me pains,

Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
Which is not yet perform'd me.

How now? moody?
My liberty.
Pres. Before the time be out? no more!
I prithee,
Remember I have done thee worthy service:
Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings,

What is't thou canst demand?

Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise

To bate me a full year.

Dost thou forget


From what a torment I did free thee?


Thou hast. Where was she born?

speak; tell me.
Ari. Sir, in Argier.


O, 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.

Pros. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought
with child

And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, 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; within 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



As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this

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Pros. 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 torment
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo: it was mine art,
When I arrived and heard thee, that made
The pine and let thee out.
I thank thee, master.
Pr. 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.

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That's my noble master ! What shall I do? say what; what shall I do? 300 Pros. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject

To no sight but thine and mine, invisible 250 To every eyeball else. Go take this shape And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence! [Exit Ariel.

Pros. Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;

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That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within. Pros. Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:

Come, thou tortoise! when?

Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear. Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pros. Thou poisonous slave, 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 south-west blow on ye And blister you all o'er!

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Pros. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing;

have cramps,

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 honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.

Cal. I must eat my dinner. 330 This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,

Thou strokedst me and madest much of me,

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FERDINAND following.

ARIEL'S song.

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