Beats. 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 ved 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. [Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; s complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his hanging: make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advant Boatswain. Mariners. MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero. ARIEL, an airy Spirit. IRIS, CERES, JUNO, Nymphs, Reapers, } presented by Spirits. Other Spirits attending on Prospero. SCENE-A ship at Sea: an island. age. If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt. Re-enter Boatswain. [A 40 Boats. Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring her to try with main-course. cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder 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! set her two courses off to sea again; lay her off. Enter Mariners wet. Mariners. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? For our case is as theirs. I'm out of patience. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards: SCENE II. The island. Before PROSPERO'S cell. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Mir. 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, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer a brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creature 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 ere It should the good ship so have swallow'd and The fraughting souls within her. Be collected: No more amazement: tell your piteous heart There's no harm done. Pros. 10 No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who 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 thy no greater father. Mir. More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. Pros. So: 20 'Tis time I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me. [Lays down his mantle. Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it 50 That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else Thy father was the Duke of Milan and Mir. Pros. Both, both, my girl: 61 By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence, But blessedly holp hither. Mir. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther. Pr. My brother and thy uncle, call'd AntonioI pray thee, mark me-that a brother should Be so perfidious !-he whom next thyself Of all the world I loved and to him put The manage of my state; as at that time Through all the signories it was the first And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed In dignity, and for the liberal arts Mir. Pros. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them, who to advance and who To trash for over-topping, new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em, Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not. Mir. O, good sir, I do. Pros. I pray thee, mark me. A falsehood in its contrary as great To credit his own lie, he did believe 100 He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution He thinks me now incapable; confederates- But ever see that man! Would I might Pros. Now I arise: [Resumes his mantle. Pros. Mark his condition and the event; then Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. tell me If this might be a brother. To think but nobly of my grandmother: Pros. The gates of Milan, and, i' the dead of dark130 ness, The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me and thy crying self. Mir. Alack, for pity! I, not remembering how I cried out then, Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint That wrings mine eyes to't. Pres. Hear a little further Well demanded, wench: My tale provokes that question. Dear, they 140 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 prepared A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, 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, 150 Did us but loving wrong. Mir. Was I then to you! Pros. Alack, what trouble 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, Know thus far forth. A most auspicious star, whose influence Come away, servant, come. I am ready now. Enter ARIEL. Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, 190 To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task Ariel and all his quality. Pros. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Ari. To every article. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, cursors 201 Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, And all the devils are here.' Why, that's my spirit! But was not this nigh shore? Pros. But are they, Ariel, safe? On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Pros. Ari. 239 Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd Pros. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work. Ari. 240 Must by us both be spent most preciously. Let me remember thee what thou hast promised, Pros. What is't thou canst demand? How now? moody? Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise To bate me a full year. Pros. Dost thou forget No. From what a torment I did free thee? Ari. 250 [ACT 1. Thou hast. Where was she born! 260 Pros. Pros. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, Pros. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban To no sight but thine and mine, invisible Pros. Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence! (Exit Ariel. That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban! Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within. Pros. Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee: Come, thou tortoise! when? Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pros. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Enter CALIBAN. 320 Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye And blister you all o'er ! 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. Pros. So, slave; hence ! [Exit Caliban. Pres. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Cal. Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in 't, and teach me how And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, Cursed be I that did so! All the charms 341 In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest o' the island. Pros. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee, Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee FERDINAND following. ARIEL'S song. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have and kiss'd The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear. Burthen [dispersedly]. Hark, hark! The watch-dogs bark: Ari. Hark, hark! I hear 380 Bow-wow. Bow-wow. The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow. Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth? It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits upon 350 Ari. Which any print of goodness wilt not take, hour One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst 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 ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade 400 But doth suffer a sea-change Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father. This is no mortal business, nor no sound Lord, how it looks about! What is't? a spirit? Believe me, sir, 410 But 'tis a spirit. |