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And a clear' life ensuing.

Sour-ey'd disdain, and discord, shall bestrew The union of your bed with weeds so loathly, He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter That you shall hate it both: therefore, take heed, the Shapes again, and dance with mops and As Hymen's lamps shall light you. mowes, and carry out the table. Fer. As I hope For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den, The opportune place, the strongest sugg Our worser Genius can, shall never melt Mine honour into lust; to take away The edge of that day's celebration, When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd Or night kept chain'd below.


Fairly spoke:
Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.-
What, Ariel: my industrious servant Ariel!

Enter Ariel.

Ari. What would my potent master? here I am. Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service

Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy

hast thou

Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:
Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated,
In what thou hadst to say so, with good life,
And observation strange, my meaner ministers
Their several kinds have done: my high charms

And these, mine enemies, are all knit up
In their distractions: they now are in iny power;
And in these its I leave them, whilst I visit
Young Ferdinand (whom they suppose is drown'd,)|
And his and my lov'd darling.

[Exit Prospero from above.
Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why
stand you
In this strange stare?
O, it is monstrous! monstrous!
Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it;
The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd
The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass.
Therefu: my son i' the ooze is bedded; and
I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded,
And with him there lic mudded.
But one fiend at a time,

I'll fight their legions o'er.

I'll be thy second.
[Exeunt Seb. and Ant.
Gon, All three of them are desperate; their
great guilt,
Like poison given work a great time after,
Now 'gins to bite the spirits:-I do beseech you
That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly,
And hinder them from what this ecstacy
May now provoke them to.


Follow, I pray you.

Pro. If I have too austerely punish'd you,
Your compensation makes amends; for I
Have given you here a thread of mine own life,
Or that for which I live; whom once again
I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven,
I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,
Do not smile at me, that I boast her off,
For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise,
And make it halt behind her,
I do believe it,


Against an oracle.

Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition
Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But
If thou dost break her virgin knot before
All sanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy rite be minister'd,
No sweet aspersion' shall the heavens let fall
To make this contract grow; but barren hate,

(1) Pure, blameless. (2) Alienation of mind.


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Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary,*

SCENE I-Before Prospero's cell. Enter Pros- Rather than want a spirit; appear, and pertly.-pero, Ferdinand, and Miranda. No tongue; all eyes; be silent. [Soft music.

Well I conceive.
Pro. Look, thou be true; do not give dalliance
Too much the rein; the strongest oaths are straw
To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious,
Or else, good night, your vow!

I warrant you, sir;
The white-cold virgin snow upon my heart
Abates the ardour of my liver.



A Masque. Enter Iris.

Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and pease;
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep;
Thy banks with peonied and lilied brims,
Which spongy April at thy hest' betrims,
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy
broom groves,

Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard;
And thy sea-marge, steril, and rocky-hard,
Where thou thyself dost air: The queen o'the sky.
Whose watery arch, and messenger, am I,
Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign

Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
To come and sport; her peacocks fly amain;
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

(3) Sprinkling. (4) Surplus. (5) Command.

Enter Ceres.

Cer. Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter; Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers: And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown My bosky acres, and my unshrubb'd down, Rich scarf to my proud earth; Why hath thy queen Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green! Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate; And some donation freely to estate On the bless'd lovers.


Tell me, heavenly bow, If Venus, or her son, as thou dost know, Do now attend the queen? since they did plot The means, that dusky Dis2 my daughter got, Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company I have forsworn.

Iris. Of her society Be not afraid I met her deity Cutting the clouds towards Paphos; and her son Dove-drawn with her: here thought they to have

Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
Whose vows are, that no bed-rite shall be paid
Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but in vain;
Mars' hot minion is return'd again;

Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
Swears he will shoot no more, but play with spar-

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There's something else to do: hush, and be mute, Or else our spell is marr'd.

Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the wand'ring 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:
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love; be not too late.

Enter certain Nymphs.


Sweet now, silence; Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;

You sun-burn'd sicklemen, of August weary, Come hither from the furrow, and be merry; Make holy-day: 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 strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish.

Pro. [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 most strange: your father's in some passion That works him strongly. Mira. Never till this day, Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd. Pro. 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 of, 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. Mira.

We wish your peace. [Exeunt. Pro. Come with a thought:-I thank you :Ariel, come.

Enter Aricl.

Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to; What's thy

We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
Ari. Ay, my commander: when I presented

I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd
Lest I might anger thee.

Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?

Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking?

(1) Woody. (2) Pluto. (3) Abundance.

(4) Able to produce such wonders. (5) Vanished. probable that the author wrote track.

(6) A body of clouds in motion; but it is most

So full of valour, that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
For kissing of their feet: yet always bending
Towards their project: Then I beat my tabor,
At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their

Advanc'd their eye-lids, 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
Which entered 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'er-stunk 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.



I go, I go.
Pro. 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,
Re-enter Ariel loaden with glistering apparel, &c.
Even to roaring: Come, hang them on this line.
Prospero and Ariel remain invisible. Enter Cali-
ban, 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.

Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still:
Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to
Shall hood-wink this mischance: therefore, speak

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. Pr'ythee, 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.

To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along,
And do the murder first; if he awake,
From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches ;
Make us strange stuff.

Bait. (2) Education. (3) Jack with a lantern.
Ever. (5) A shop for sale of old clothes.

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.

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. Aye, and this.

A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of hounds, and hunt them about; Prospero and Ariel setting them on.

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

Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation.

Than pard, or cat o' mountain.
Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I
Hark, they roar.
should take a displeasure against you; look you,Lie at my mercy all mine enemies;
Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: at this hour
Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster.

Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little,
Follow, and do me service.

Pro. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!

[Cal. Ste. and Trin. 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,



SCENE I.-Before the cell of Prospero. Enter
Prospero in his magic robes, and Ariel.

Pro. Now does my project gather to a head:
My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time
Goes upright with his carriage.-How's the day?

Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,
You said our work should cease.


I did say so, When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and his?

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,
Pll have that gown.
Trin. Thy grace shall have it.
Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you Him you term'd, sir, The good old lord Gonzalo;
His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops

Confin'd together
In the same fashion as you gave in charge;
Just as you left them, sir; all prisoners
In the lime grove which weather-fends your cell;
They ca inot budge, till you release. The king,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brim-full of sorrow, and dismay; but chiefly

culo; by this hand,


(6) Bird-lime. (7) Leopard.
(8) Defends from bad weather.

From eaves of reeds:1 your charm so strongly works Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter: them, Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and blood,

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.
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch of 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

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;
My charms I'll break their senses I'll restore,
And they shall be themselves.

I'll fetch them, sir.
Pro. 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 demy-puppets, that
By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pas-]

Is to make midnight-mushrooms; that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid
(Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd
The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault
8 roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Hive I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory
Hive I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine and cedar: graves, at my command,
Have wak'd their sleepers; op'd, and let them

A solemn air, and the best comforter
To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,

You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,)
Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art!-Their understanding
Begins to swell: and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,
That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them,
That yet looks on me, or would know me :- -Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;

[Exit Ariel.

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,
Fill 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 my good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir
To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed.-Most cruelly

(1) Thatch. (2) Pity, or tenderness of heart.

I will dis-case me, and myself present,
As I was sometime Milan:-quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.

Ariel re-enters, singing, and helps to attire

Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie:

There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly,
After summer, merrily:
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss

But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so
To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain,
Being awake, enforce them to this place;
And presently, I pr'ythee.

Ari. I drink the air before me, and return
Or e'er your pulse twice beat. [Exit Ariel.
Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze-


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


Behold, sir king,
The wrong'd 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.

By my so potent art: But this rough magic
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.
Whe'r thou beest he, or no,
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
Re-enter Ariel: after him, Alonso, with a frantic As late I have been, I not know thy pulse
gesture, attended by Gonzalo; Sebastian and Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,
Antonio in like manner, alten led by Adrian and The affliction of my mind amends, with which,
Francisco: They all enter the circle which Pros-I fear, a madness held me: this must crave
pers hal male, and there stand charmed; which (An if this be at all) a most strange story.
Prospero observing, speaks.
Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat

Thou pardon me my wrongs:-But how should

Be living, and be here?
Let me embrace thine age;
Be measur'd, or confin'd.

Or be not, I'll not swear.

You do yet taste
Some subtleties o' the isle, that will not let you
Believe things certain :-Welcome, my friends

But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,
[Aside to Seb. and Ant.
I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you,
(3) Whether.

First, noble friend, whose honour cannot

Whether this be,

Arise, and say how thou cam'st here. Mira.

O! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in't!

'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?


Sir, she's mortal; But, by immortal Providence, she's mine; chose her, when I could not ask my father 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.

And justify you traitors; at this time
I'll tell no tales.

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 beest Prospero,
Give us particulars of thy preservation;
How thou hast met us here, who three hours since
Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost,
How sharp the point of this remembrance is!
My dear son Ferdinand.


I am wo1 for't, sir. Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience 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.


You the like loss?
Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portable
To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
Than you may call to comfort you; for I
Have lost my daughter.


A daughter?

O heavens! that they were living both in Naples,
The king and queen there! that they were, I wish
Myself were mudded in that oozy bed
Where my son lies. When did you lose your

Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords
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'r 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,
Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
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 dukedoin since you have given me again,
I will requite you with as good a thing;
At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye,
As much as me my dukedom.

The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers Ferdi-
nand and Miranda playing at chess.
Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
No, my dearest love,

I would not for the world.
Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should


And I would call it fair play..


If this prove
A vision of the island, one dear son
Shall I twice lose.

Seb. A most high miracle!

Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful;

I have curs'd them without cause.

[Ferd. kneels to Alon.
Now all the blessings
Of a glad father compass thee about!

(1) Sorry.

(2) Bearable.

I am her's:
But O, how oddly will it sound, that I
Must ask my child forgiveness !

Let us not burden our remembrances
With a heaviness that's gone.

There, sir, stop:


I have inly wept,
Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you

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 issue
Should become king 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.3


Give me your hands:
[To Fer, and Mira.
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart,
That doth not wish you joy!

Be't so! Amen!

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

O look, sir, look, sir; here are 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?
Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?

Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found
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.

Sir, all this service
Have I done since I went.
My tricksy spirit!!
Alon. These are not natural events; they
From strange to stranger.-Say, how came you


Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake,
I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep,
And (how, we know not) all clapp'd under hatches,
Where, but even now, with strange and several


(3) In his senses. (4) Ready. (5, Clever, adroit,

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