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Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the | At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their wandering brooks,

With your sedg'd crowns, and ever-harmless looks, Leave your crisp channels and on this green land Answer your summons: Juno does command. 131 Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate A contract of true love; be not too late.

Enter certain Nymphs.

You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary, Come hither from the furrow and be merry. Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on, And these fresh nymphs encounter every one In country footing.

Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof PROSPERO starts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish.


Pros. Aside. I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban and his confederates Against my life; the minute of their plot Is almost come. To the Spirits. Well done! Avoid; no more!

Fer. This is strange: your father's in some passion

That works him strongly.


Never till this day Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd. Pros. You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort, As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir. Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd; Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled: Be not disturb'd with my infirmity. If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk To still my beating mind. Fer., Mir.


We wish your peace. Exeunt.

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Advanc'd their eyelids, lifted up their noses
As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears
That calf-like they my lowing follow'd through
Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss and

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Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them I' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake O'erstunk their feet.


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 devil, 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 glistering apparel, etc. 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 played 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. Seest 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.


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.


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Him that you term'd, sir, the good old lord Gonzalo ':

His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From caves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works them,

That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.
Dost thou think so, spirit?
Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.

And mine shall. 20
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 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 penitent,
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.
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
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 be, I have bedimm'd
The noontide sun, call'd 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
With his own bolt: the strong bas'd promontory
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

By my so potent art. But this rough magic to
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.

Re-enter ARIEL after him, 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, boil'd within thy skull! There 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 ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo !
My true preserver, and a loyal sir


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Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder and amaze.

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

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.



Some subtleties o' the isle, that will not let you
Believe things certain. Welcome! my friends all.
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.



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.
If thou be'st Prospero,

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

Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost
How sharp the point of this remembrance is! —
My dear son Ferdinand.

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

I rather think
You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace
For the like loss I have her sovereign aid,

And rest myself content.

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Pros. In this last tempest. I perceive, these

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


Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was

To be the lord on 't. No more yet of this;
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,

Whe'r thou be'st he or no, Not a relation for a breakfast nor

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

Be living and be here?

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Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
This cell 's my court: here have I few attendants
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.

The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers FER-
DINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess.
Mir. Sweet lord, you play me false.
No, my dearest love,

I would not for the world.

Mir. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should


And I would call it fair play.

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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.

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I have inly wept,


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.

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

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 dukedom
In a poor isle; and all of us ourselves

When no man was his own.

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Be it so: Amen.

Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following.

O look, sir! look, sir! here is more of us.
I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy,
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on


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 PROSPERO. Sir, all this service Have I done since I went.

Pros. Aside to ARIEL. Alon. These are not


My tricksy spirit! natural events; they

From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?

Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, 230 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 more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty:
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good and gallant ship; our master
Capering 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 PROSPERO. Was 't well done?
Pros. Aside to ARIEL. Bravely, my diligence!
Thou shalt be free.


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Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the And deal in her command without her power. news? These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil, Boats. The best news is that we have safely For he's a bastard one, had plotted with them found To take my life: two of these fellows you

Must know and own; this thing of darkness I
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? 280
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. Pointing to CALIBAN. This is a strange
thing as e'er I look'd on.

Pros. 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 pardon, trim it handsomely.

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, And worship this dull fool!

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Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own ;
Which is most faint: now, 'tis truc,
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.



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