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.

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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 Do I take part.

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; carry this.
Trin. And this.
Ste. Ay, and this.

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. 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
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.

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
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
Fros. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,
hark!

Pros. Hey, Mountain, hey!
Ari. Silver, there it goes, Silver !

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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
forth

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A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of hounds, and hunt them about: PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on.

CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO 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 hour

Lie 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.
Exeunt.

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,

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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.

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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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To him thou follow'st, I will pay thy graces

Some subtleties o' the isle, that will not let you Home, both in word and deed. Most cruelly Believe things certain. Welcome! my friends all. Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter: Aside to SEBASTIAN and "NTONIO. But you, Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;

my brace of lords, were 1 so minded, Thou 'rt pinch'd for 't now, Sebastian. Flesh I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you and blood,

And justify you traitors : at this time
You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, I will tell no tales.
Expell'd remorse and nature ; who, with Sebas- Seb. A side. The devil speaks in him.
tian,

Pros.

No. Who inward pinches therefore are most strong, For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Would here have kill'd your king ; I do forgive Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive thee,

Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding My dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know, Begins to swell, and the approaching tide 8) Thou must restore, Will shortly fill the reasonable shores

Alon.

If thou be'st Prospero, That now lic full and muddy. Not one of them Give us particulars of thy preservation ; That yet looks on me, or would know me. Ariel, How thou hast met us here, who three hours Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell ;

since

Exit ARIEL. Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost I will discase me, and myself present,

How sharp the point of this remembrance is ! As I was sometime Milan. Quickly, spirit; My dear son Ferdinand. Thou shalt ere long be free.

Pros.

I am woe for 't, sir,

Alon. Irreparable is the loss, and patience 140 ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire Says it is past her cure. PROSPERO.

Pros.

I rather think
Where the bee sucks, there suck 1:

You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace

For the like loss I have her sovereign aid,
In a cowslip's bell I lic;
There I couch when owls do cry.

And rest myself content.
Alon.

You the like loss!
On the bat's back I do fly

Pros. As great to me, as late; and, supportable
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now

To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

Than you may call to comfort you, for I

Have lost my daughter. Pros. Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall Alon.

A daughter ? miss thee;

O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, But yet thou shalt have freedom : so, so, so. The king and queen there! that they were, I wish To the king's ship, invisible as thou art : Myself were mudded in that oozy bed There shalt thou find the mariners asleep Where my son lies. When did you lose your Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain daughter? Being awake, enforce them to this place,

Pros. In this last tempest. I perceive, these And presently, I prithee.

lords, Ari. I drink the air before me, and return At this encounter do so much admire Or e'er your pulse twice beat.

Exit. That they devour their reason, and scarce think Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder and amaze. Their eyes do offices of truth, their words ment

Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us Been justled from your senses, know for certain Out of this fearful country!

That I am Prospero and that very duke Pros.

Behold, sir king, Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero.

strangely For more assurance that a living prince

Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body ; landed, And to thee and thy company I bid

To be the lord on 't. No more yet of this ; A hearty welcome.

For 'tis a chronicle of day by day, Alon.

Whe'r thou be'st he or no, Not a relation for a breakfast nor Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,

Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir : As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse This cell's my court: here have I few attendants Beats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in. The affliction of my mind amends, with which, My dukedom since you have given me again, I fear, a madness held me. This must crave,

I will requite you with as good a thing ; An if this be at all, a most strange story. At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye 170 The dukedom I resign, and do entreat

As much as me my dukedom.
Thou pardon me my wrongs.

But how should
Prospero

The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers FERBe living and be here?

DINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess. Pros.

First, noble friend, 120 Mir. Sweet lord, you play me false. Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot Fer.

No, my dearest love, Be measur'd or confin'd.

I would not for the world.
Gon.
Whether this be

Mir. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should Or be not, I'll pot swear.

wrangle, Pros.

You do yet taste

And I would call it fair play.

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How many goodly creatures
How beauteous mankind is!
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?

Fer.

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

Alon. To FERDINAND and MIRANDA. Give
me your hands:

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

Be it so: Amen.

Gon.
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
shore ?

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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Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod;
And there is in this business more than nature
Was ever conduct of: some oracle
Must rectify our knowledge.

Pros.
Sir, my liege,
Do not infest your mind with beating on
The strangeness of this business: at pick'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 cheerful
And think of each thing well. Aside to ARIEL.
Come hither, spirit:

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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 fortune. Coragio bully-monster, coragio!

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

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Cal. O Setebos! these 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.
Pros. Mark but the badges of these men, my
lords,
Then say if they be true. This misshapen knave,
His mother was a witch; and one so strong
That could control the moon, make flows and
ebbs,

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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

Seb. Why, how now, Stephano?

Ste. O! touch me not: I am not Stephano, That is thy charge; then to the elements
but a cramp.
Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw
Excunt.

near.