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Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do

you mean To dote thus on such luggage ? Let 's alone And do the murder first. If he awake, From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with

pinches, Make 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.

Trin. Do, do; we steal by line and level, an'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 lime 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 villanous 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,

Trin. And this.

Ste. Ay, and this. A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits,

in shape of dogs and hounds, hunting them about, Prospero and Ariel setting them on. Pros. Hey, Mountain, hey! Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver ! Pros. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark ! hark!

(Cal., Ste., and Trin. are driven

out.) Go charge my goblins that they grind their

joints With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted

make them Than pard or cat o' mountain. Ari.

Hark, they roar! Pros. Let them be hunted soundly. At this

Lies at my mercy all mine enemies.
Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air at freedom. For a little
Follow, and do me service.


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l' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins, that the foul

lake O'erstunk their feet. Pros.

This was well done, my bird. Thy shape invisible retain thou still. The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither, For stale to catch these thieves. Ari.

I go, I go.

[Exit. Pros. A devil, a born dovil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; And as with age his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers. I will plague them all, Even to roaring. Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glittering apparel,


Come, hang them on this line. (Prospero and Ariel remain, invisible.) Enter

CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet. Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind

mole may not Hear a foot fall; we now are near his cell.

Ste. Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless_fairy, has done little better than play'd the Jack with us.

Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss, at which my nose is in great indignation.

Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you, look you, Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster.

Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still. Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to Shall hoodwink this mischance; therefore

speak softly. All's hush'd as midnight yet. Trin.

Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool, Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss.

Trin. That's more to me than my wetting; yet this is your harmless fairy, monster!

Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour. Cal. Prithee, my king, be quiet. See'st thou

here, This is the mouth o' the cell. No noise, and

enter. 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 hand. 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, monster! 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.










SCENE I. (Before Prospero's cell.) Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL.

Pros. Now does my project gather to a head. My charms crack not; my spirits obey ; and

Time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my

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Pros. When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my

spirit, How fares the King and 's followers ? Ari.

Confin'd together In the same fashion as you gave in charge, Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir, In the line-grove which weather-fends your They cannot budge till your release. The

King, His brother, and yours, abide all three dis

tracted, And the remainder mourning over them, Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly Him that you term'd, sir, “The good old

lord, Gonzalo," His tears run down his beard, like winter's

drops From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly

works 'em That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. Pros.

Dost thou think so, spirit ? Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pros.

And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feelOf their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou

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 peni

tent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel. 30 My charms I'll break, their senses I 'll restore, And they shall be themselves. Ari.

I'll fetch them, sir.

[Exit. Pros. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing

lakes, and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him 35 When he comes back; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, 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 ye bé, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, callid forth the mutinous

winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak 45 With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promon

tory Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd

up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em



By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure, and, when I have requir'd
Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy 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. Here enters ARIEL before: then ALONSO, with a frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and Antonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and Francisco. They all enter the circle which Prospero had made, and there stand charmed; which Prospero observing,

speaks. A solemn air and the best comforter To an unsettled fancy cure thy brains, Now useless, boild within thy skull! There

stand, For you are spell-stopp'd. Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the shew 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 ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo, My true preserver, and a loyal sir To him thou follow'st! I will pay thy graces ta 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 art pinch'd for 't now, Sebastian. Flesh

and blood, You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, 75 Expellid remorse and nature, whom, with Sebas

tian, Whose inward pinches therefore are most

strong, Would here have kill'd your king, I do forgive

thee, Unnatural though thou art. Their understand

Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shore
That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them
That yet looks on me, or would know me!

Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell ;
I will discase me, and myself present
As I was sometime Milan. Quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.

Ariel sings and helps to attire him.
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, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the

Pros. Why, that's my dainty Ariel ! I shall

miss thee; But yet thou shalt have freedom. So, so, 80.













To the King's ship, invisible as thou art;
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Under the hatches. The master and the boat-

Being awake, enforce them to this place,
And presently, I prithee.

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or ere your pulse twice beat.

(Exit. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and

amazement Inhabits here. Some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country! Pros.

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'er thou be'st 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

The affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear, a madness held me. This must crave, 116
An if this be at all, a most strange story.
Thy dukedom I resign and do entreat
Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should

Be living and be here?

First, noble friend, Let me embrace thine age, whose honour can

Be measur'd or confin'd.

Whether this be
Or be not, I 'll not swear.

You do yet taste Some subtleties o' the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends

all ! (Aside to Seb. and Ant.) But you, my brace of

lords, were I so minded, I here could pluck his Highness' frown upon

you And justify you traitors. At this time I will tell no tales.

Seb. [Aside.) The devil speaks in him. Pros.

No. 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 be'st Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation, How thou hast met us here, whom three hours

since Were wreck'd upon this shore, where I have

lost How sharp the point of this remembrance is! My dear son Ferdinand. Pros.

I am woe for 't, sir. Alon. Irreparable is the loss, and Patience 140 Says it is past her cure. Pros.

I rather think You have not sought her help, of whose soft


For the like loss I have her sovereign aid
And rest myself content.

You the like loss!
Pros. As great to me as late ; and, support-

able To make the dear loss, have I means much

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

A daughter?
O heavens, that they were living both in Na-

ples, 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? Pros. 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 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 Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was

landed, To be the lord on 't. No more yet of this ; For 't is a chronicle of day by day, Not a relation for a breakfast nor Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir ; This cell's my court. Here have I few atten

dants, And subjects none abroad. Pray you, look in. 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 170 As much as me my dukedom. Here Prospero discovers FERDINAND and Mi

RANDA playing at chess. Mir. Sweet lord, you play me false. Fer.

No, my dearest love, I would not for the world. Mir. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should

wrangle, And I would call it fair play. Alon.

If this prove 175
A vision of the island, one dear son
Shall I twice lose,

A most high miracle!
Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are

merciful; I have curs'd them without cause. [Kneels.] Alon.

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

0, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new

world, That has such people in 't! Pros.

'Tis new to thee. Alon. What is this maid with whom thou

wast at play?












Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours.
Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
And brought us thus together?

Sir, she is mortal,
But by immortal Providence she's mine.
I chose her when I could not ask my father 190
For his advice, nor thought I had one. She
Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,
Of whom so often I have heard renown,
But never saw before ; of whom I have
Receiv'd a second life; and second father
This lady makes him to me.

I am hers.
But, O, how oddly will it sound that I
Must ask my child forgiveness !

There, sir, stop.
Let us not burden our remembrances with
A heaviness that's gone.

I have inly wept, 200 Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you

gods, And on this couple drop a blessed crown! For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way Which brought us hither. Alon.

I say, Amen, Gonzalo! Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his

issue Should become Kings of Naples? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy, and set it down With gold on lasting pillars: in one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis, And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife Where he himself was lost, Prospero his duke

In a poor isle, and all of us ourselves
When no man was his own.
Alon. (To Fer. and Mir.] Give me your

Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart
That doth not wish you joy!

Be it so! Amen! Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boat

SWAIN amazedly following. O, look, sir, look, sir! here is more of us. I prophesi’d, if a gallows were on land, This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy, 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 out

split Is tight and yare and bravely rigg'd as when We first put out to sea,

Ari. Aside to Pros.) Sir, all this service 225 Have I done since I went.

Pros. [Aside to Ari.) My tricksy spirit! Alon. These are not natural events ; they

strengthen From strange to stranger. Say, how came you

hither? Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well


I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, And – how we know not - all clapp'd under

hatches; Where but even now with strange and several

noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, And moe diversity of sounds, all horrible, We

e were awak'd; straightway, at liberty; 18 Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant ship, our master Cap'ring to eye her. On a trice, so please

you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them And were brought moping hither.

Ari. (Aside to Pros.] Was 't well done? Pros. (Aside to Ari.) "Bravely, my dili

gence. Thou shalt be free. Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men And there is in this business more than nature Was ever conduct of. Some oracle Must rectify our knowledge. Pros.

Sir, my liege, 4 Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business. At piek'd

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 cheer

ful And think of each thing well. (Aside to Ari.]

Come hither, spirit. 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. 255 Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STE

PHANO 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 fortune. Coragio, bully-monster, coragio !

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

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

Ha, ha!
What things are these, my lord Antonio?
Will money buy 'em ?

Very like ; one of them Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Pros. Mark but the badges of these men,

my lords, Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen

knave, 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






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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-belov'd solemnized;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.

I long
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.

I'll deliver all; And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, And sail so expeditious that shall catch Your royal fleet far off. (Aside to Ari.] My

Ariel, chick, That is thy charge. Then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw

[Exeunt omnes.






To take my life. Two of these fellows you
Must know and own ; this thing of dark-
Acknowledge mine.

I shall be pinch'd to death. Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken

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

should they Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em ? How cam'st thou in this pickle ?

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. Pros. You'd be king o' the isle, sirrah ? Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Alon. This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.

(Pointing to Caliban. Pros. He is as disproportion'd in his manAs in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell ; Take with you your companions. As you look To have my pardon, 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! Pros.

Go to; away! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where Seb. Or stole it, rather.

[Exeunt Cal., Ste., and Trin.] Pros. Sir, I invite your Highness and your

train To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest For this one night; which, part of it, I'll

waste With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall

make it







Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own,
Which is most faint. Now, 't is true,
I must be here confin'd by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have 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 yours 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. (Exit. 20

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