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Alonso, king of Naples.

Miranda, daughter to Prospero.
Sebastian, his brother.
Prospero, the rightful duke of Milan.

Ariel, an airy spirit.
Antonio, his brother, the usurping duke of Milan. Iris,
Ferdinand, son to the king of Naples.

Gonzalo, an honest old counsellor of Naples. Juno, spirits.


. Francisco,

Caliban, a savage and deformed slave.

Other spirits atlending on Prospero.
Trinculo, a jesler.
Stephano, a drunken buller.

Scene, the sea, with a ship, afterwards an uninMaster of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners,



fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny

our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he SCENE 1.-On a ship at sea. A storm, with be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. thunder and lightning. Enter a Ship-master

(Exeunt. and a Boatswain.

Re-enter Boatswain.

Boals. Down with the top-mast'; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course. [.A cry

wilhin.] A plague upon this howling! they are Boals. Here, master : what cheer ?

louder than the weather, or our office. Mast. Good : speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely,' or we run ourselves aground : bestir, Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo bestir.


Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, Enter Mariners.

and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasBoats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, eheerly, my phemous, uncharitable dog! hearts; yare, yare: take in the top-sail: tend to Boals. Work you, then. the master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy Int. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent wind, if room enough!

noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than

thou art. Enler Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though Gonzalo, and others.

the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as

leaky as an unstaunched' wench. Alon. Good boatswain, have a care. Where's

Boals. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two the master? Play the men.

courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Boais. I pray now, keep below. Int. Where is the master, boastwain ?

Enter Mariners, wet. Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour! keep your cabins : you do assist the storm. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers ! all lost! Gon. Nay, good, be patient.

TExcunt. Boats. When the sca is. Hence! What care Boats. What, must our mouths be cold ? these roarers for the name of king? To cabin : Gon. The king and prince al prayers! let us silence: trouble us not.

assist thein, Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast For our case is as theirs. aboard.

Seb. I am out of patience. Boals, None that I more love than myself. You Anl. We are merelya cheated of our lives by are a counsellor; if you can command these ele

drunkards.-ments to silence, and work the peace of the present, This wide-chapped rascal ;-'Would, thou might'st we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. lie drowning, If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, The washing of ten tides ! and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis- Gon.

He'll be hanged yet; chance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good Though every drop of water swear against it, hearts.-Out of our way, I say.

(Exit. And gape at wid'st to glut him. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: me- A confused noise within.) Mercy on us !-We thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children ! complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Farewell, brother !–We split, we split, we split. (2) Present instant.

(3) Incontinent. (4) Absolutely.

(1) Readily.

Ant. Let's all sink with the king. (Erit. In the dark backward and abysm of time?
Seb. Let's take leave of him.

Exit. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of How thou cain'st here, thou may’st. sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown Mira.

But that I do not. furze, any thing: the wills above be done! but I Pro. Twelve years since, would fain die a dry death.

(Exil. Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was

The duke of Milan, and a prince of power. SCENE II.The island: before the cell of Pros- Mira. Sir, are not you my father. pero. Enter Prospero and Miranda. Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtuc, and

She said-ihou wast my daughter; and thy father Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Was duke of Milan; and his only heir Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:

A princess ;-no worse issued. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, Mira,

0, the heavens! But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's check, What foul play had we, that we came from thence ? Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd

Or blessed was't we did ? With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,


Both, both, my girl : Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her,

By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heard thence; Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock

But blessedly holp hither. Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish’d.


0, my heart bleeds Had I been any god of power, I would

To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'cr'

Which is from my remembrance! Please you further. It should the good ship. so have swallow'd, and

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio, The freighting souls within her.

I pray thee, mark me,—that a brother should Pro.

Be collected;

Be so perfidious!-hc whom, next thysell,
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
There's no harm done.

The manage of my state; as, at that time,
O, wo the day!

Through all the signiories it was the first,

No harm. And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed I have done nothing but in care of thee,

In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, (of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who Without a parallel; those being all my study, Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing

The government I cast upon my brother, Of whence I am; nor that I am more better

And to my state grew stranger, being transported, Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,

And wrapt in secret studics. Thy false uncleAnd thy no greater father.

Dost thou attend me?

More to know

Sir, most heedfully.
Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Pro.

'Tis time

How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,

To trashs for over-topping ; new created And pluck my magic garment from me.-So; The creatures that were mine; I say or chang'd (Lays down his manlle.

them, Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have or else new fórm'd them: having both the key comfort.

of officer and oflice, set all hearts The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd To what tune p!cas'd his ear; that now he was The very virtue of compassion in thee,

The ivy, which had my princely trunk, I have with such provision in mine art

And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thon attend'st So safely order'd, that there is no soul No, not so much perdition as a hair,

I pray thee, mark me. Betid to any creature in the vessel


O good sir, I do.
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink.
Sit down ;

Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate

To closeness, and the bettering of my mind For thou must now know further.

With that, which, but by being so retird, Mira.

You have often
Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd

O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother,
Awak'd an evil nature: and

iny trust, And left me to a bootless inquisition;

Like a good parent, did beget of him Concluding, Slay, not yet.

A falsehood, in its contrary as great Pro.

The hour's now come; As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember

Not only with what my revenue yielded,
A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou canst ; for then thou wast not Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,

But what my power might else exact-like one, Out? three years old.

Made such a sinner of his memory,

Certainly, sir, I can. To credit his own lie,-he did believe
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? He was the duke; out of the substitution,
Of any thing the image tell me, that

And executing the outward face of royalty,
Hath kept with thy remembrance.

With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition Mira.

'Tis far off; Growing, -Dost hear? And rather like a dream than an assurance

Mira, Your tale, sir, would cure dcasness That my remembrance warrants : had I not Pro. To have no screen betwcen this part he Four or five women once, that tended me ?

play'd, Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda : but how And him he play'd it for, he needs will be

Absolute Milan: me, poor man!- my library That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else (1) Before. (2) Quite. (3) Abyss. (4) Sorrow.

(5) Cut away.

(6) Without


is it,

tell me,


Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties (From my own library, with volumes that
He thinks me now incapable: confederates I prize above my dukedom.
(So dry' he was for sway) with the king of Naples, Mira.

'Would I might To give him annual tribute, do him homage; But ever see that man! Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend


Now I arise :The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan!) Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. To most ignoble stooping.

Here in this island we arriv'd; and here Mira.

O the heavens ! Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Than other princes can, that have more time

For vainer hours, and iutors not so careful. If this might be a brother,

Mira. Heaven's thank you for't! And now, I Mira,

I should sin

pray you, sir, To think but nobly of my grandmother: (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason Good wombs have born bad sons.

For raising this sca-storm?
Now the condition, Pro.

Know thus far forth.This king of Naples, being an enemy

By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Now my dear lady, hath mine enemics Which was, that he in lieu o the premises, - Brought to this shore: and by my prescience. Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, - I find my zenith doth depend upon Should presently extirpate me and mine A most auspicious star; whose influence Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes With all the honours, on my brother: whereon, Will ever after droop.-Here ccase more questions; A treacherous army levicd, one midnight

Thou art inclin’d to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open

And give it way ;-1 know thou canst not choose.The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,

[Miranda sleeps. The ministers for the purpose hurricd thence Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Me, and thy crying self.

Approach, iny Ariel; come. Mira.

Alack, for pity!
I, not rememb’ring how I cried out then,

Enter Ariel.
Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,
That wrings minc eyes.

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I Pro.

Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business

To answer thy best pleasure; bet to fly,
Which now's upon us ; without ihe which, this story on the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task

To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
Were most impertinent.

Wherefore did they not Ariel, and all his quality.
That hour destroy us?


Hast thou, spirit, Pro. Well demanded, wench;

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

Ari. To every article. My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst

I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, (So dear the love my people bore mc) nor ect

Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, A mark so bloody on the business; but

I flam'd amazeinent: sometimes, I'd divide, With colours fairer painted their foul ends.

And burn in many places; on the top-mast, In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;

The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly; Bore us soine leagues to sea ; where they prepara Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the preA rotten carcase of a boat, not rige'u, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats

O'the dreadful thunder-claps, morc momentary, Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,

And sight-out running were not : the fire, and cracks To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh

Of sulihurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,

Scem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble; Did us but loving wrong.

Yca, his dread trident shake.
Alack! what trouble

My brare spirit ! Was I then to you!

Who was so firm, so cor.stant, that this coil'
O! a cherubim

Would not infect his reason ?
Thou trast, that did preserve me? Thou didst smile, But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd


Not a soul Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd' the sca with drops full salt; Pung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,

Some tricks of desperation: all, but mariners, Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomach,s to bear up

Then all a-lire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, Against what should ensue.

With hair upstaring (then like reeds, not hair,) Mira.

How came we ashore ? Was the first man that leap'd; cricd, 'Hell is emply, Pro. By Providence divine.

And all the devils are here. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that


Why, that's my spirit ! A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

But was not this nigh shore ?

Ari. Out of his charity (ivho being then appointed

Close by, my master. Master of this design,) did give us, wiih

Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?

Ari. Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,

Noi a hair perish'd ; Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentic- On their sustaining garments not a blemish,

But fresher than before : and, as thou bad'st me, ness, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,

In troops I have dispers’d them 'bout the isle:

The king's son have I landed by himself; (1) Thirsty. (2) Consideration. (3) Suggestion. 14) Sprinkled. (5) Stubborn resolution, (6) The minutest article. (7) Bustle, tumult,




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