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Abos, king of Naples.
Sebastian, his brother.
Prospero, the rightful duke of Milan.
Antonio, his brother, the usurping duke of Milan.
Ferdinand, son to the king of Naples.
Gonzalo, an honest old counsellor of Naples.

Caliban, a savage and deformed slave.
Tribeulo, a jester:
Stephano, a drunken butler.
Master of a ship, Beatswain, and Mariner 3.

Miranda, daughter to Prospero.
Ariel, an airy spirit.

Other Spirits, attending on Prospero.
SCENE, the sea, with a ship, ; afterwards an unin.

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in.) A plague upon this howling ! they are louder SCENE 1.-On a ship at sea. A storm with thunder than the weather, or our office.

and lightning. Enter a Shipmaster and a Boat- Reventer Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. swain.

Yet again ? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and Master.

drown ? Have you a mind to sink?

Seb. A pox o' your throat ! you bawling, blasphem

ous, incharitable dog ! Boats. Here, master : what cheer?

Boats. Work you, then. Mart. Good : speak to the mariners: fall to't yare- Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent ly, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. noise-maker! we are less afraid to be drown'd than

(E.rit. thou art. Enter Mariners.

Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning ; though the Brats. Heigh, my hearts · cheerly, cheerly, my ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky bearts ; yare, yare : take in the top-sail; tend to the

as an unstaunch'd wench. master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses ; roois enough!

off to sea again, lay her off. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gonza

Enter Mariners wet. lo, and others.

Mar. All lost ! to prayers, to prayers ! All lost. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the

[Exeunt. master ? Play the men.

Boats. What, must our mouths be cold ? Beats. I pray now, keep below.

Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ?

them, Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our la- For our case is as theirs. bour ; keep your cabins : you do assist the storm. Sch. I am out of patience. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.

Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunk. Boats. When the sea is. Hence!-What care these ards.rearers for the name of king? To cabin : silenee : This wide-chapped rascal :-'Would, thou might'st trouble us not.

lie drownius, Gon. Good ; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. The washing of ten tides ! Beats. None that I more love than myself. You


He'll be hanged yet ; are a counsellor; if you can command these elements Though every drop of water swear against it, to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will And sape at wid'st to glut him. not hand a rupe more ; use your authority. I you (A confused noise within.] Mercy on us !-We split, cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make we split !-Farewell, my wife and children Fare yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the well, brother !-We split, we split, we split! hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our Ant. Let's all sink with the king.

[Exit. way, I say. [Exit. Scb. Let's take leave of him.

[Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow : me- Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea thinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his for an acre of barren ground : long heath, brown complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, furze, any thing: The wills above be done! but I to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny our ca- would fain die a dry death.

[Erit. ble, for our own doth little advantage ! If he be not bort to be hang'd, our case is miserable. [Exeunt. | SCENE II. The island: before the cell of Prospero. Reenter Boatswain.

Enter Prospero and Miranda. Boats. Down with the topmast ; yare ; lower, low- Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have er ; bring ber to try with main-course. [A cry withe || Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them :

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The sky, it seems, would pour down stipking pitch, She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Was duke of Milan; and his only heir
Dashes the fire out. O, I have sufferd

A princess ;-no worse issued.
With those that I saw suffer ! A brave vessel,


O, the heavens ! Who had, no doubt, some noble creatures in ber, What foul play had we, that we came from thence ? Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock

Or blessed was't, we did ? Against my very heart ! Poor souls ! they perish'd Pro.

Both, both, my girl : Had I been any god of power, I would

By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence: Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er

But blessedly holp hither. It should the good ship so have swallowed, and


O, my heart bleeds The freighting souls within her.

To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Pro.

Be collected; Which is from my remembrance ! Please you, further, No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call’d Antonio,'There's no harm done.

I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should Mir. 0, woe the day!

Be so perfidious !-he wbom, next thyself, Pro.

No barma. Of all the world I lor'd, and to him put I have done nothing but in care of thee,

The manage of my state ; as, at that time, (Of thee, my dear one ! thee, my daughter !) who Through all the signiories it was the first, Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing And Prospero the prime duke ; being so reputed of whence I am ; nor that I am more hettes

In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,

Without a parallel ; those being all my study,
And thy no greater father.

The government I cast upon my brother,
More to know

And to my state grew stranger, being transported, Did never meddle with my thoughts.

And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle Pro.

'Tis time Dost thou attend me? I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,


Sir, most heedfully. And pluck my magic garment from me.--So ;

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, [Lays down his mantle. How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes ; have com- To trash for overtopping ; new created

The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang 2 The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd

them, The very virtue of compassion in thee,

Or else new formd thein : having both the key I have with such provision io mine art

Of officer and office, set all hearts So safely order'd, that there is no soul

To what tune pleas'd his ear ; that now he was No, not so much perdition as an hair,

The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, Betid to any creature in the vessel

And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st dot. Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit || I pray thee, mark me. down ;


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

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

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 retir'd, 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 him
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ;

A falsehood, in its contrary as great
Obey, and be attentive. Canst 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 canst ; for then thou wast not Not only with what my revenue yielded,
Out three years old.

But what my power might else exact,-like'one, Mir. 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 his memory, of any thing the image tell me, that

To credit his own lies--he did believe Hath kept with thy remembrance.

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

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

With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition
That my remembrance warrants : Had I not Growing,-Dost hear?
Four or five women once, that tended me?


Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda : But how Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd is it,

And him he play'd it for, lie needs will be That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else Absolute Milan: Me, poor man !-my library In the dark backward and abysm of time?

Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties If thou remember ist aught, ere thou cam'st here, He thinks me now incapable : confederates How thou cam'st here, thou mayst.

(So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, Mir.

But that I do not. To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend since,

The dukedom, yet inbow'd, (alas, poor Milan !) Thy father was the duke of Milan, and

To most ignoble stooping. A prince of power.


O the heavens ! Mir.

Sir, are not you my father? Pro. Mark his condition, and the event ; then tell Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and


If this migbt he a brother.

(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason Mir. I should sin

Por 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 prescienco
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; wlose mfluence
Of homage, 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 inclin'd to sleep ; 'tis a good dulness, With all the honours, on my brother : Wheron,

And give it way ;-I know thou canst not choose. A treacherous army levy'd, one midnight

[Miranda sleeps. Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open

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

Enter Ariel.
Me, and thy crying self.

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come Mir. Alack, for pity!

To answer thy best pleasure : be't to fly, I not rememb'ring how I cried out then,

To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride Will cry it o'er again ; it is a hint,

On the curl'd clouds ; to thy strong bidding, task That wrings mine eyes.

Ariel, and all his quality.
Hear a little further,


Hast thou, spirit, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Performd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Which now's upon us ; without the which, this story Ari. To every article. Were most impertinent.

I boarded the king's ship; now on the beck, Mir.

Wherefore did they not Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, That hour destroy us?

I flam'd amazement : Sometimes, I'd divide, Pre.

Well demanded, wench : And burn in many places ; on the top-mast, My tale prorokes that question. Denr, they durst Rot; The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set

Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precursors A mark so bloody on the business ; but

O'the drcadful thunderclaps, more momentary With colours fairer painted their foul ends.

And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and cracks In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;

Of sulphurow roaring, the most mighty Neptune Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, A rotted carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,

Yea, his dreau trident shake. Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats


My brave spirit ! Instinctively bad quit it: there they hoist us,

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil To ery to the sea that roar'd to us ; to sigh

Would not infect his reason? To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,


Not a soul Did us but loving wrong.

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Mir.

Alack / what trouble Some tricks of desperation : All, but mariners, Was I then to you!

Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Pre. O! a cherubim

Then all a-fire with me: the king's soc, Ferlinand, Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, With hair up-staring (then like reeds not hair.) Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

Was the first man that leap'd ; cried, Hell is empty, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; And all the devils are here. Under my burden groan'd; which rais d in me


Why, that's my spirit ! An undergoing stomach, to bear пр

But was not this nigh shore ? Against what should ensue.


Close by, my master. Mir.

How came we ashore? Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Pre. By Providence divine.


Not a hair perishil Some food we had, and some fresh water, that

Ou their sustaining garments not a blemish, A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

But fresher than before : and, as thou bad'se me, Out of his charity, (who being then appointed In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle : Master of this design,) did give us ; with

The king's son have I landel by himself; Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,

Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs, Which since have steaded much ; so, of his gentleness, In an odů angle of the isle, and sitting, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish d me,

His arms in this sad knot. From my own library, with volumes that


of the king's ship, I prize above my dukedom.

The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos de 'Would I might

And all the rest o' the fleet? But ever see that man!


Safely in harbour
Now I arise

Is the king's ship ; in the deep nout, where once Şit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.

Thou callust me up at midnight to fetch dew Here in this island we arriv'd ; and here

From the still-read Bermouthes, there she's bid : Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit The mariners all under latches stowich; Than other princes can, that have more time Whom, with a charm join'! to their sufer'd labour, For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.

I have left asicep : and for the rest o' the fiect, Mir, Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray Which I dispurs'd, they all have met again ; you, sir,

And are upon the Mediterranean flote,




Bound sadly home for Naples ;

To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Could not again undo; it was mine art, And his great person perish.

When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape Pro.

Ariel, thy charge The pine, and let thee out. Exactly is performd ; but there's more work :


I thank thee, master, What is the time o' the day?

Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, Ari.

Past the mid season. And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Pro. At least two glasses : The time 'twist six and Thou hast howld away twelve winters. now,


Pardon, master : Must by us both be spent most preciously.

I will be correspondent to command, Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me And do my spiriting gently. pains,


Do so ; and after two days
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis d, I will discharge thee.
Which is not yet performd me.


That's my noble master! Pro.

How Dow? moody? What shall I do? say what : what shall I do? What is't thou canst demand ?

Pro. Go riake thyself like to a nympb o' the sea; Ari.

My liberty.

Be subject to no sight but mine ; invisible Pro. Before the time be out ? no more.

To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, Ari.

I pray thee And hither come in't : hence, with diligence.
Remember, I have done thee worthy service ;

[E.xit Ariel.
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, servid -Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst promise | Awake!
To bate me a full year.

Mir. The strangeness of your story put
Dost thou forget

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


Shake it off: Come on ; Ari,


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 ;


'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,

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

We cannot miss him : he does make our fire,
I do not, sir.

Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot That profit us.- What ho ! slave ! Caliban !
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and envy,

Thou earth, thou ! speak.
Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her ? Cal. [H’ithin] There's wood enough within.
Ari. No, sir.

Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for
Pro. Thou hast : Where was she born? speak;

thee: tell me.

Come forth, thou tortoise ! when :Ari, Sir, in Argier.

Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nynph.
0, was she so? I must,

Fine apparition ! My quaint Ariel,
Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Hark in thine ear.
Which thou forgett'st. This damnd witch, Sycorax,


My lord, it shall be donc. [Exit. For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible

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

Upon thy wicked dam, come forth ! Thou know'st, was banishd; for one thing she did,

Enter Caliban. They would not take her life: Is not this true ?

Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd

With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,
Ari. Ay, sir.
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with || Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,

And blister you all o'er !
And here was left by the sailors : Thou, my slave,

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt havecramps, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant :

Side-stitches that shall pen thy brenth up ; urchins And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate

Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,

All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,

As thick as honey-combs, each pinch inore stinging By help of her more potent ministers,

Than bees that made them. And in her most unmitigable rage,


I must eat my dinner. Into a cloven pine ; within which rift

This island's mine, by Sycorax iny mother, Imprison d, thou didst painfully remain

Which thou tak’st from me. When thou camest first
A dozen years ; within which space she died,

Thou strok dst me, and mad'st much of me would'st
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans, give me
As fast as mill-wheels strike : Then was this island,

Water with berries in't ; and teach me how (Save for the son that she did litter here,

To name the bigger light, and how the less,
A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thoe,
A human shape.

And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
Ari. Yes ; Caliban her son.

The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile ;
Pro. Duli thing, I say so ; he, that Caliban, Curs'd be I that did so !-All the charms
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you !
What torment I did find thee in : thy groaps For I am all the subjects that you have,
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me
Of ever-angry bears ; it was a torment

In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

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The rest of the island.

But doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange.
Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us’d

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : thee,

Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. Filth as thou art, with human care: and lodg'd thee

[Burden, ding-dong. In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father:The honour of my child.

This is no mortal business, nor no sound Cal. O ho, O ho !-wordd it had been done!

That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me. Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
This isle with Calibans.

And say, what thou seest yond'.
Abhorred slave;

What is't? a spirit?

Mir. Which any print of goodness will not take,

Lord, how it looks about ! Believe me, sir, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,

It carries a brave form :-But 'tis a spirit. Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour Pro. No, wench ; it eats and sleeps, and hath such One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like As we have, such : This gallant, which thou seest, A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes Was in the wreck ; and, but he's something stain'd With words that made them known: But thy vile race, With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call Though thou didst learn, hal that in't which good ng


A goodly person : He hath lost his fellows,
Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou And strays about to find them.
Deservally confin d into this rock,


I might call him
Who bad'st deservd more than a prison.

A thing divine ; for nothing natural
Col. You taught me language ; and my profit on't I ever saw so noble.
I, I know how w curse: The red plague rid you, Pro.

It goes on,

[Aside. For learning me your language !

As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit ! I'll free Pro. Hag-seed, hence !

thee Fetch as in fuel ; and be quick, thou wert best, Within two days for this. To answer other business. Shrug 'st thou, malice? Fer.

Most sure, the goddess If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly

CA whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe, my prayer What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps ; May know, if you remain upon this island ; Fill all thy bones with aches ; make thee roar,

And that you will some good instruction give, That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

How I may bear me here : My prime request, Cel.

No, pray thee !

Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder !
I must obey : his art is of such power, [Aside. If you be made, or no ?
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,


No wonder, sir ;
And make a vassal of him.

But, certainly a maid.
So, slave; hence ! [Exit Cal. Fer.

My language! heavens ! Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing, and singing ; Ferdi- I am the best of them that speak this speech, nand following him.

Were I but where 'tis spoken.

How ! the best?

What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee?
Come unto these yellow sands,

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
And then take hands :

To hear thce speak of Naples : He does hear me ;
Court'sied when you have, and kissid,

And, that he does, I weep : myself am Naples ;
(The wild waves whist,)

Who, with rine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld
Foot it featly here and there ;

The king my father wreck'd.
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.


Alack, for mercy!
Hark, hark !

Fer. Yes, buth, and all his lords; the duke of Milan,
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh

(dispersedly. | And his brava son, being twain. The watch-dogs bark:

The duke of Milan, Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

(dispersedly. And his more braver daughter, could control thee, Hark, hark! I hear

If now 'twere fit to do't :-At the first sight [ Aside.
The strain of strutting chanticlere

They have chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel,
Cry, Ceck-c-doodlo-doo.

I'll set thee tree for this ! A word, good sir;
Ier. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.

- Mir. Why speaks iny father so ungently? This It sounds no more :--and sure, it waits upon

Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,

That e'er I sighd for : pity move my father Weeping again the king my father's wreck,

To be inclin'd my way! This musie crept by me upon the waters ;


o, if a virgia, Allaying both their fury, and my passion,

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it,

The queen of Naples. Or it hath drawn me rather :-But 'tis gone.


Soft, sir ; one word more
No, it bxgins again.

They are both in either's powers : but this swift busi-
Ariel sings.
Full fathom five thy father lies ;

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside.
Of his bones are coral made :

Make the prize light-One word more; I charge thee,
Those are pearls that were his eyes :

That thou attend me : thou dost here usurp
Nothing of him that doth fade,

The name thou ow'st not; and bast put thyself




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