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Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor: if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts! Out of our way, I say. so Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast,
good fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. Exeunt.
Boats. Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring her to try with main-course. A plague upon this howling! they are louder A cry within.
than the weather, or our office.
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. 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, blasphemous, 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! courses off to sea again; lay her off. Enter Mariners, wet.
Set her two
Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all
lost! Exeunt. Boats. What! must our mouths be cold? Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them,
For our case is as theirs.
SCENE II.-The Island: before the cell of
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA.
No more amazement.
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
O the heavens.
Pros. My brother and thy uncle,call'd Antonio,-
Or else new form'd them: having both the key 30 Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
For thou must now know further.
You have often
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?
And suck'd my verdure out on 't. Thou attend'st
I pray thee, mark me.
I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not A falsehood in its contrary as great
"Tis far off;
He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution, | Against what should ensue.
Dost thou hear?
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pros. To have no screen between this part he play'd
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Pros. Mark his condition and the event; then tell me
If this might be a brother.
Pros. Now the condition. This King of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises Of homage and I know not how much tribute, Should presently extirpate me and mine Out of the dukedom and confer fair Milan With all the honours on my brother: whereon, A treacherous army levied, one midnight Fated to the purpose did Antonio open The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, The ministers for the purpose hurried thence 131 Me and thy crying self.
Alack! for pity.
So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
Mir. Was I then to you.
How came we ashore?
Out of his charity, being then appointed
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me
But ever see that man!
Now I arise.
Resumes his mantle.
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. 170
pray you, sir, For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason For raising this sea-storm?
Know thus far forth.
A most auspicious star, whose influence
Come away, servant, come! I am ready now.
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail!
To answer thy best pleasure; be 't to fly, 190
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-outrunning were not: the fire and
Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
Pros. O, a cherubin Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt, Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad and play'd Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners 210 Plung'd in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
But was not this nigh shore?
Close by, my master.
Not a hair perish'd; On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before; and, as thou bad'st me In troops I have dispers'd 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. Pros.
Of the king's ship The mariners, say how thou hast dispos'd, And all the rest o' the fleet.
Safely in harbour
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd
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 promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me.
How now ? moody? What is 't thou canst demand?
I prithee, Remember I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv'd Without or grudge or grumblings. Thou didst promise
To bate me a full year.
From what a torment I did free thee?
Pros. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pros.
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
They would not take her life. Is not this true?
Pros. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child
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 arriv'd and heard thee, that made gape The pine and let thee out. Ari. I thank thee, master. Pros. 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. Ari.
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
Mir. The strangeness of your story put
But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Thou hast. Where was she born? Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices
That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban !
Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known; but thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which good natures
Could not abide to be with: therefore wast thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.
Cul. You taught me language; and my profit on 't
Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you For learning me your language!
Pros. Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou 'rt best, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps, Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar, 370 That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
Cal. No, pray thee. Aside. I must obey: his art is of such power, It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him.
Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth?
It sounds no more; and sure, it waits upon
Ari. Full fathom five thy father lies;
Into something rich and strange.
Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell.
Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father.
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
Pros. No, wench: it eats and sleeps and hath