[A confused noise within.]—Mercy on us! We Four or five women once, that tended me? split, we split!--Farewell, my wife and children! Pro. Thou hadst, and more Miranda : But how Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we split!

is it, Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Erit. That this lives in thy mind? What see'st thou else Seb. Ler's take leave of him.

į Exit. In the dark backward and anysm of time? Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of If thou remember’st ought, ere thou cam’st here, sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown How thou cam'st here, thou may'st. furze, any thing : The wills above be donel but I Mira.

But that I do not. would fain die a dry death.

[Erit. Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years .

since,
SCENE II. — The Island : before the Cell of Thy father was the duke of Milan and
PROSPERO.

A prince of power.
Mira.

Sir, are not you my father?.
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.

Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Mira. Ify your art, my dearest father, you have She said—ihou wast my daughter; and thy father Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: Was duke of Milan; and his only heir The sky, it se-ms, would pour down stinking pitch, A princess; no worse issued. But that ihe sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Mira.

0, the heavens! Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd

What foul play had we, that we came from thence ; With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Or blessed was't, we did ? Who bad no doubt some noble creatures in her, Pro.

Both, both, my girl; Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock By foul play, as thou say’st, were we heav'd thence; Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish’d. But blessedly holp hitler. Had I been any god of power, I would

Mira.

0, my heart bleeds Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, It should the good shiv so bave swallowed, and Which is from my remembrance ! Please you,

furThe freighting souls within her.

ther. Pro.

Be collected; Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, called Antonio,No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should There's no harm done.

Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself, Mira. 0, woe the day!

Of all the world I lov'd, and to him prat Pro.

No harm. The manage of my state; as, at that time, I have done nothing but in care of thee,

Through all the signories it was the first, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who And Prospero the prime duke ; being so reputed Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Of whence I am; nor that I am more better Without a parallel : those being all my study, Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,

The government I cast upon my brother, And thy no greater father.

And to my state grew stranger, being transported, Mira. More to know

And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleDid nerer meddle with my thoughts.

Dost thou attend me? Pro. 'Tis time Mira.

Sir, most heedfully. I should inform thee further. Lend thy band, Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; How to deny them ; whom to advance, and whom

(Lays down his mantle. To trash for over-topping; new created Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; bave The creatures that were mine, I say, or cbar.g u comfort.

them, The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd Or else new form'd them ; having both the key The very virtue of compassion in thee,

Of officer and office, set all hearts I have with such provision in mine art

To what tun“ pleas'd his ear; that now he was So sately order'd, that there is no soul

The ivy, which bad hid my princely trunk, No, not so much perdition as an hair,

And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st Betid to any creature in the vessel

not: Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. I pray thee, mark me. Sit down;

Mira.

O good sir, I do. For thou must now know further.

Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate Mira.

You have often To closeness, and the bettering of my mind Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd With that, which, but by being so retired, And left me to a bootless inquisition ;

O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Concluding, Stay, not yet ..

Awak'd an evil nature : and my trust, Pro.

The hour's now come; Like a good parent, did beget of bim The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;

A falsehood, in its contrary as great Obey, and be attentive. Cac'st thou remember As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, A time before we came unto this cell?

A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, I do not think thou can’st; for then thou wast not Not only with what my revenue yielded, Dut three years old

But what my power might else exact,-like one, Mira.

Certainly, sir, I can. Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Pro. By what? by any other house or person ? Made such a sinner of bis memory,
Of any thing the image tell me, that

To credit his own lie,-he did believe
Hath kept with th remembrance.

He was the duke ; out of the substitution, Mira.

'Tis far off; And executing the outward face of royalty, band rather like a dream than an assurance

With all prerogative :-llence his anibition That my remembrance warrants : Had I not | Crowing, -Dost hear?

me,

you, sir,

Pro.

come

Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. W bich since bave steaded much ; 80, of his gentle. Pro. To have no screen between this part be

ness,
play'd,

Knowing I lov'd my books, be furnish'd
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be From my own library, with volumes that
Absolute Milan : Me, poor man!-my library I prize above my dukedom.
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties

Mira.

'Would I might He thinks me now incapable : confederates But ever see that man ! (So dry he was for sway, with the king of Naples,

Pro.

Now I arise :To give him annual tribute, do him homage ;

Sit still, and bear the last of our sea-sorrow. Subject bis coronet to bis crown, and bend Here in this island we arrived; and here The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan!) Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit To most igpoble stooping.

Than other princes can, that have more time Mira.

O the heavens ! For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray

tell me, If this might be a brother.

(For still’tis beating in my mind,) your reason Mira.

I should sin

For raising this sea-storm? To think but nobly of my grandmother :

Know thus far forth. Good wombs have borne bad sons.

By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Pro.

Now the condition. Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
This king of Naples, being an enemy

Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit ; I find my zenith doth depend upon
Which was, that he in lieu o'the premises, A most auspicious star; whose intluence
Of bomage, and I know not how much tribute,- If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Should presently extirpate me and mine

Will ever after droop.-Here cease more questions, Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, Thou art incliu'd to sleep ; 'tis a good duln:ss, With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon, And give it way ;-1 kuow thou can’st not choose. A treacherous army levied, one midniglit

(MIRANDA sleeps. Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open

Come away, servant, come : I am ready now;
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Approach, my Ariel; come.
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence

Enter ARIEL.
Me, and thy crying self.
Mira.
Alack, for pity!

Ari. All hail, great master! grare sir, bail! I
I, not rememb'ring how I cry'd out then,
Will cry it o'er again : it is a hint,

To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly, That wrings mine eyes.

To swim, to dire into the fire, to ride Pro.

Hear a little furi her, On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task And then I'll bring thee to the present business Ariel, and all his quality. Which nor's upon us; without the which, this story

Pro.

Hast thou, spirit, Were most impertinent.

Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Mira.

Wherefore did they not Ari. To every article. That hour destroy us?

I boarded the king's ship ; now on the beak, Pro.

Well demanded, wench; Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'à divide, not;

And burn in many places; on the top-mast (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set The yards and bowsprit, would I Aame distinctly, A mark so bloody on ihe business; but

Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings the precur. With colours fairer painted their foul ends. In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;

O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Bore us some leagues to sea ; where they prepar'd And sight-out-running were not : The fire, and A rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd,

cracks Nor tackle, sail, por mast; the very rats

Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune lastinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh

Yea, his dread trident sbake. To the winds, wbose pity, sighing back again,

Pro.

My brave spirit ! Did us but loving wrong.

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Mira.

Alack! what trouble Would not infect his reason? Was I then to you!

Ari.

Not a soul
Pro.
O! a cherubim

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, Some tricks of desperation; All, but mariners,
Jefused with a forritude from heaven,

Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, When I bave deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair,) An undergoing stomach, to bear up

Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, Against what should ensue.

And all the devils are here.
Mira.
How came we ashore ? Pro.

Why, that's my spirit! Pro. By Providence divine.

But was not this nigh shore ? Some fod we bad, and some fresh water, that

Ari,

Close by, my master. A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Out of bis charity (who being then appointed Ari.

Not a hair perished : Slaster of this desigp,) did give us; with On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Rich garments, lineus, stufis, and necessaries, But fresher than before : and, as thou bad'st me

Pro.

and now,

In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle: Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, The king's son bave I landed by himself;

By help of her more potent ministers, Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs, And in her most unmitigable rage, In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,

Into a cloven pine; within which rift His arms in tbis sad knot.

Imprison'd, thou did'st painfully remain Pro.

Of the king's ship A dozen years; within which space she died, The mariners, say, how thou hust dispos’d, And left thee there; where thou did'st vent thy And all the rest o' the fleet?

groans, Ari.

Safelv in harbour As fast as mill-wheels strike : Then was this island, Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once (Save for the son that she did litter here, Thou call’dst me up at midnight to fetch dew À freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with From the still-vex'd Bermoothes. There she's hid: A human shape. The mariners all under hatches stow'd ;

Ari.

Yes ; Caliban ber son. Whom, with a cbarm join'd to their suffer'd labour, Pro. Dull thing, I say so; be, that Caliban, I bave left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st W bich I dispers'd, they all have met again; What torment I did find thee in: thy groans And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Bound sadly home for Naples;

Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax And his great person perish.

Could not again undo; it was mine art,

Ariel, thy charge "When I arriv’d, and heard thee, that made gape Exactly is perform’d; but there's more work: The pine, and let thee out. What is the time o' the day?

Ari.

I thank thee, master. Ari.

Past the mid season. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, Pro. At least two glasses : The time 'twixt six And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till

Thou hast howlid away twelve winters. Must by us both be spent most preciously.

Ari.

Pardon, master : Ari. 'Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me I will be correspondent to command, pains,

And do my spriting gently. Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Pro.

Do so; and after two days Which is not yet perform'd me.

I will discharge thee.
Pro.
How dow? moody? Ari.

That's my noble master! What is't thou can'st demand ?

What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Ari.

My liberty.

Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea; Pro. Before the time be out? no more.

Be subject to no sight but mine ; invisible Ari.

I pray thee To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, Remember, I have done thee worthy service; And bither come in't : bence, with diligence. Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd

[Exit ARIEL. Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst Awake, dear heart, awake ! thou hast slept well; promise

Awake!
To bate me a full year.

Mira. The strangeness of your etory put
Pro.
Dost thou forget

Heaviness in me.
From what a torment I did free thee?

Pro.

Shake it off: Come on; Ari.

No.

We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Pro. Thou dost; and think'st

Yields us kind answer. It much to tread the ooze of the salt deep ;

Mira,

'Tis a villain. sir, To run upon the sharp wind of the north;

I do not love to look on. To do me business in the veins o' the earth,

Pro.

But, as 'tis, When it is bak'd with frost.

We cannot miss him : he does make our fire, Ari.

I do not, sir.

Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing ! Hast thou l'hat profit us.

What ho! slave ! Caliban ! forgot

Thou earth, thou ! speak. The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within Was grown into a hoop? bast thou forgot her? Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business Ari. No, sir.

for thee : Pro.

Thou hast: Where was she born ? Come forth thou tortoise ! when ? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier.

Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph. Pro.

0, was she so? I must, Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Hark in tbine ear. Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, Ari.

My lord, it shall be done. (Exit. For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible

Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devilbimsel. To enter human hearing, from Argier,

Upon thy wicked dam, come forth !
Thou know'st, was banisli'd; for one thing she did,
They would not take her life: Is not this true ?

Enter Caliban.
Ari. Ay, sir.

Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd Pro. This blue-ey'd bag was hither brought with With raren’s feather from unwholesome fen, child,

Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slare. And blister you all o'er. As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant : Pro. For this, be sure, to night thou shalt have And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate

cramps, To at her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urcbing Shall, for that vost of night that they may work,

Bur. Bowgb, wowgb. [Dispersedly. All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

The watch-dogs bark As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. [Dispersedly. Than bees that made them.

Hark, hark! I hear. Cal.

I must eat my dinner. The strain of strutting chanticlere This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first,

Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, Thou strok’dst me, and mad'st much of me;

or the earth? would'st give me

It sounds no more :--and sure it waits upon
Water with berries in't; and teach me bow

Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
Tbat hurn by day and night: and then I lop'd thee, This music crept by me upon the waters;

Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
And show d thee all the qualities o' the isle,

Allaying both their fury, and my passion, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and with its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, fertile ;

Or it hath drawn me rather :- But 'tis gone. Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms

No, it begins again. or Sycoras, toads, beetles, bats, light on you ! For I am all the subjects that you have, [me

Ariel sings. Which first was mine own king; and here you sty

Full fathom five thy father lies ; in this bard rock, whiles you do keep from me

Of his bones are coral made ;
The rest of the island.

Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Pro.
Thou most lying slave,

Nothing of him that doth fade,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have

But doth suffer a sea-change us'd thee,

Into something rich and strange. Filth as thou art, with human care ; and lodg'd thee

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : In mine own cell, till thou did'st seek to violate

Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. The honour of my cbild.

[Burden, ding-dong. Cal. O ho, o ho!- 'would it had been done! Thou did’st prevent me; I had peopled else Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd fa. This isle with Calibans.

tber:Pre.

Abhorred slave ; This is no mortal business, nor no sound Which any print of goodness will not take, That tbe eartb owes : -I hear it now above me. Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour and say, what thou seest yond'. One thing or other: when thou did'st not, savage,

Mira.

What is't? a spirit? Know thine own meaning, but would’st gabble like Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes

It carries a brave form :- But 'tis a spirit. With words that made them known : But thy vile Pro. No wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath race,

such senses Though thou did'st learn, bad that in't which good As we have, such : This gallant, which thou seest, natures

Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might's Deservedly confin'd into this rock,

call bim Who had'st deserv'd more than a prison.

A goodly person : he hath lost bis fellows,
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't And strays about to find them.
Is, I know how to curse : the red plague rid you,

Mira.

I might call him for learning me your language !

A thing divine; for nothing natural Pro.

Hag-seed, hence! I ever saw so noble.
Petch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best,

Pro.
It goes on,

[Aside. To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice ? | As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly

free thee What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Within two days for this. Fill all thy bones with aches : make thee roar Fer.

Most sure, the goddess That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

On whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe, my prayer Cal.

No, pray thee ! - Nay know, if you remain upon this island; I must obey : bis art is of such power, [Aside. And that you will some good ins!ruction give, It would control my dam’s god, Setebos,

How I may bear me bere : My prime request, And make a vassal of him.

Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder ! Pre.

So, slave; hence ! If you be maid or no?
[Exit Caliban. Mira.

No wonder, sir;

But, certainly a maid. Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing and singing ;

Fer.

My language. heavens !FERDINAND following him.

I am the best of them that speak bis speech,

Were I but where 'tis spoken.
ARIEL's Song

Pro.

How! the best ? Come unto these yellow sands,

What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? And then take hands :

Fer. A single thing, os 1 am now, that wonders Court' sied when you have, and kiss'd, To hear thee speak of Naples : lle does hear mo; (The wild waves whist,)

And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples ; Font it featly here and there ;

Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, bebeld
And, sweet sprites, the burden brur.

The king my father wreck'd.
Hark, hark/

Mira,

Alack, for mercy

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of|To whom I ain subdued, are but light to me,
Milan,

Might I but through my prison once a day
And his brave son, being twain.

Behold this maid : all corners else o' the earth Pro.

The duke of Milan, Let liberty make use of; space enough
And bis more braver daughter, could control thee, Have I in such a prison.
If now 'twere fit to do't :-At the tirst sight (Aside. Pro.

It works :-Come on, They have chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel, Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! -Follow me.l'll set thee free for this!--A word, good sir;

[To Ferd. and Mir. I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Hark, what thou else shalt do me. (TO ARIEL. Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Mira.

Re of comfort,
is the third man that e'er I saw; the first My father's of a better nature, sir,
That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted,
To be inclin'd my way!

Which now came from him.
Fer.
O, if a virgin,
Pro.

Thou shalt be as free
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you As mountain winds : but then exactly do
The queen of Naples.

All points of my command.
Pro.
Soft, sir; one word more.- Ari.

To the syllable. They are both in either's powers; but this swift Pro. Come, follow : speak not for him. [Exeunt

business 1 must uneasy make, lest too light winning (Aside. Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge

thee,
That thou attend me : thou dost bere usurp.

ACT II.
The name thou ow'st not; and bast put thyself
Upon this island, as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on't.

SCENE I. Another part of the Island.
Fer.

No, as I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a Enter Alonzo, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, temple:

ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. If the ill spirit have so fair an house,

Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause Good things will strive to dwell with't.

(So have we all) of joy; for our escape Pro.

Follow me.-- is much beyond our loss: Our hint of woe

[To Ferd Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come. The masters of some merchant, and the merchant. l'll manacle tliy neck and feet together :

Ilave just our theme of woe : but for the miracle, Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be I mean our preservation, few in millions The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and busks Can speak like us : then wisely, good sir, weigh Wherein the acorn cradled : Follow.

Vur sorrow with our comfort. Fer.

Alon.

Pr'ythee, peace. I will resist such entertainment, till

Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Mine enemy has more power.

[He draws. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. Mira.

0, dear father, Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of bis wit; Make not too rash a trial of him, for

By and by it will strike. He's gentle, and not fearful.

Gon. Sir, Pro.

What, I say,

Seb. One:-'Tell. My foot my tutor! Put thy sword up, traitor ; Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy con

offer'd,
science

Comes to the entertainer-
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; Seb. A dollar.
For I can here disarm thee with this stick,

Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have And make thy weapon drop.

spoken truer than you purposed. Mira.

Beseech you, father! Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments. Mira.

Sir, have pity, Gon. Therefore, my lord,I'll be his surety.

Ant. Fye, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue !
Pro.
Silence! one word more

Alon. I pr'ythee spare.
Sball make me chide thee, if not bate thee. What! Gon. Well, I have done : But yet-
An advocate for an impostor? hush!

Seb. He will be talking.
Thou think'st ibere are no more such shapes as he, Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good
Having seen but him and Caliban : Foolish wench! wager, first begins to crow?
To the most of men this is a Caliban,

Seb. The old cock. And they to him are angels.

Ant. The cockrel. Mira.

My affections

Seb. Done : the wager ?
Are then most humble; I have no ambition Ant. A laughter.
To see a goodlier man.

Seb. A match.
Pro.

Come on; obey : [To Ferd. Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, Thy nerves are in their infancy again,

Seb. Ha, ha, ha! And have no vigour in them.

Ant. So, you've pay'd. Fer.

So ibey are :

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.

Seb. Yet,
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,

Adr. Yet-
The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, Ant. He could not miss it

No;

you should.