Mal. Madam, you have done me wrong,

Notorious wrong.

Oli. Have I, Malvolio? no.

letter:

You must not now deny it is your hand,
Write from it, if you can, in hand, or phrase;
Or say, 'tis not your seal, nor your invention:
You can say none of this: Well, grant it then,
And tell me, in the modesty of honour,
Why you have given me such clear lights of
favour;
[you,
Bade me come smiling, and cross-garter'd to
To put on yellow stockings, and to frown
Upon Sir Toby, and the lighter people :
And, acting this in an obedient hope,
Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd,
Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest,
And made the most notorious geck,+ and gull,
That e'er invention play'd on? tell me why.

Oli. Alas, Malvolio, this is not my writing,
Though, I confess, much like the character:
But, out of question, 'tis Maria's hand.
And now I do bethink me, it was she
First told me, thou wast mad; then cam'st in
smiling,

And in such forms which here were presuppos'd Upon thee in the letter. Pr'ythee, be content: This practice hath most shrewdly pass'd upon

thee;

But, when we know the grounds and authors of it,

Thou shalt be both the plaintiff and the judge Of thine own cause.

Fab. Good madam, hear me speak; And let no quarrel, nor no brawl to come, Taint the condition of this present hour, Which I have wonder'd at. In hope it shall not, Most freely I confess, myself, and Toby, Set this device against Malvolio here, Upon some stubborn and uncourteous parts We had conceiv'd against him: Maria writ The letter, at Sir Toby's great importance ;+ In recompense whereof, he hath married her. How with a sportful malice it was follow'd, May rather pluck on laughter than revenge; If that the injuries be justly weigh'd, That have on both sides past. + Fool.

* Inferior.

Clo. Why, some are born great, some achieve them. I was one, Sir, in this interlude; one Sir Topas, Sir; but that's all one:-By the Lord, fool, I am not mad ;-But do you remember? Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagg'd: And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Mal. I'll be revenged on the whole pack of [Exit. Oli. He hath been most notoriously abus'd. Duke. Pursue him, and entreat him to a peace:

you.

He hath not told us of the captain yet;
When that is known and golden time convents,t
A solemn combination shall be made
Of our dear souls-Mean time, sweet sister,
We will not part from hence.-Cesario, come;
For so you shall be, while you are a man;
But, when in other habits you are seen,
Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen.

Clo.

SONG.

[Exeunt.

When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,

For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came to man's estate,

With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, 'Gainst knave and thief men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day.

But when I came, alas! to wive,

With hey, ho, the wind and the ruin, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came unto my bed, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, With toss-pots still had drunken head, For the rain it raineth every day. A great while ago the world begun, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, But that's all one, our play is done, And we'll strive to please you every day. [Exit.

+ Importunacy.

Mercy on us. We split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children!-Farewell, brother!We split, we split, we split.Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Exit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren_ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.

[Exit. SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO.

Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have

Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking
pitch,
[cheek,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her,
"Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls! they
perish'd.

Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er*
It should the good ship so have swallowed, and
The freighting souls within her.

Pro. Be collected;

Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: But how is it, [else That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou In the dark backward and abysm* of time? If thou remember'st aught,ere thou cam'st here How thou cam'at here thou may'st. Mira. But that I do not.

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

Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
A prince of power.

Mira. Sir, are not you my father?

Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said—thou wast my daughter; and thy

father

Was duke of Milan; and his only heir
A princess; no worse issued.
Mira. O, the heavens !

What foul play had we, that we came from
Or blessed was't we did?
[thence?

Pro. Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd But blessedly holp hither. [thence;

Mira. O, my heart bleeds

To think o'the teent that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, [nio,

further.

There's no harm done.

Mira. O, woe the day!
Pro. No harm.

I have done nothing but in care of thee, [who
(Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!)
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Of whence I am; nor that I am more better
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And the no greater father.

Mira. More to know

Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Pro. "Tis time

I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magic garment from me.-So;
[Lays down his mantle.
Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have
comfort.
[touch'd
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which
The very virtue of compassion in thee
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely order'd, that there is no soul-
No, not so much perdition as an hair,
Betid to any creature in the vessel,
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st
sink. Sit down;

For thou must now know further.

Mira. You have often

Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Concluding, Stay, not yet.—

Pro. The hour's now come;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?

I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast Outt three years old.

Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can.

[not

Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira. "Tis far off;

And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants: Had I not Four or five women once, that tended me?

The manage of my state; as, at that time,
Through all the signiories it was the first,
And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,
Without a parallel; those being all my study,
The government I cast upon my brother, [ed,
And to my state grew stranger, being transport-
And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-
Dost thou attend me?

Mira. Sir, most heedfully.

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom

To trash; for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd them,

Or else new-form'd them: having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts

To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou at tend'st not:

I pray thee, mark me.

Mira. O good Sir, I do.
[dicate
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all de-
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being so retir'd, [ther
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false bro-
Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood, in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
A confidence sans bound. He being thus
lorded,

Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact,-like one,
Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie,-he did believe
He was the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative;-Hence his ambition
Growing-Dost hear?

Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafness.
* Abyss. + Sorrow.
* Cut away. Without

play'd

And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan: Me, poor man!-my library Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties

He thinks me now incapable: confederates (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples,

To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan!) To most ignoble stooping.

Mira. Ổ, the heavens!

Pre. Mark his condition, and the event; then If this might be a brother.

Mira. I should sin

[tell me,

To think but nobly of my grandmother :
Good wombs have borne bad sons.

Pro. 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,

I prize above my dukedom.
Mira. 'Would I might
But ever see that man!
Pro. Now I arise:-

Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island we arriv'd; and here [tit Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more proThan other princes can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, Sir,

(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm?

Pro. Know thus far forth.

By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now, my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon

A most auspicious star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop.-Here cease more ques-
tions;

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 [ness,
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of dark-
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.

Mira. Alack, for pity!

I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,‡
That wrings mine eyes.

Pro. Hear a little further.

And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which, this Were most impertinent.

Mira. Wherefore did they not

That hour destroy us?

[story

Pro. Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not;

(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they pre-
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, [pared
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.

Mira. Alack! what trouble
Was I then to you!

Pro. O! a cherubim [smile, Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst Infused with a fortitude from heaven, [salt; When I have deck'd the sea with drops fulí Under my burden groan'd; which raised in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up Against what should ensue.

Mira. How came we ashore?
Pro. By Providence divine.
Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity, (who being then appointed
Master of this design,) did give us; with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which since have,steaded muci; so, of his
gentleness,

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
Thirsty. 1 Consideration. ↑ Suggestion.
{ Sprinkled.
|| Stubborn resolution.

Enter ARIEL.

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

To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding
Ariel, and all his quality.
[task
Pro. Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade
Ari. To every article.
[thee?
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame dis-
tinctly,
[precursors

Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the
O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momen-
tary
[cracks
And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Nep-
[tremble,
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves
Yea, his dread trident shake.

tune

Pro. My brave spirit!

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coilt Would not infect his reason?

Ari. Not a soul

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel. [dinand,

Then all a fire with me: the king's son, Fer-
With hair up-staring (then like reeds,not hair,)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is
And all the devils are here.

Pro. Why, that's my spirit!
But was not this nigh shore?
Ari. Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari. Not a hair perish'd;

[empty,

On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before; and, as thou bad'st