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Actus primusScena prima.
A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard: Enter a
and a Boteswaine.
Botes: Heere Master: What cheere?
Master: Good: Speake to th' Mariners: fall
too'tyarelyor we run our selves a ground
Botes: Heigh my heartscheerelycheerely my harts:
yareyare: Take in the toppe-sale: Tend to th' Masters
whistle: Blow till thou burst thy windeif roome enough.
Alon: Good Boteswaine have care: where's the Master?
Play the men.
Botes: I pray now keepe below.
Anth: Where is the MasterBoson?
Botes: Do you not heare him? you marre our labourKeepe your Cabines: you do assist the storme.
Gonz: Naygood be patient.
Botes. When the Sea is: hencewhat cares these roarers for the name of King? to Cabine; silence: trouble vs
Gon. Goodyet remember whom thou hast aboord.
Botes. None that I more loue then my selfe. You are
a Counsellorif you can command these Elements to silence
and worke the peace of the presentwee will not
hand a rope morevse your authoritie: If you cannot
giue thankes you haue liu'd so longand make your
selfe readie in your Cabine for the mischance of the
houreif it so hap. Cheerely good hearts: out of our
way I say.
Gon. I haue great comfort from this fellow: methinks
he hath no drowning marke vpon himhis complexion
is perfect Gallowes: stand fast good Fate to his hanging
make the rope of his destiny our cablefor our
owne doth little aduantage: If he be not borne to bee
hang'dour case is miserable.
Botes. Downe with the top-Mast: yarelowerlower
bring her to Try with Maine-course. A plague
A cry within. Enter SebastianAnthonio & Gonzalo.
vpon this howling: they are lowder then the weather
or our office: yet againe? What do you heere? Shal we
giue ore and drownehaue you a minde to sinke?
Sebas. A poxe o'your throatyou bawlingblasphemous
Botes. Worke you then.
Anth. Hang curhangyou whoreson insolent Noyse-maker
we are lesse afraid to be drowndethen thou art.
Gonz. I'le warrant him for drowningthough the
Ship were no stronger then a Nutt-shelland as leaky as
an vnstanched wench.
Botes. Lay her a holda holdset her two courses off
to Sea againelay her off.
Enter Mariners wet.
Mari. All lostto prayersto prayersall lost.
Botes. What must our mouths be cold?
Gonz. The Kingand Princeat prayerslet's assist them
for our case is as theirs
Sebas. I'am out of patience
An. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards
This wide-chopt-rascallwould thou mightst lye drowning
the washing of ten Tides
Gonz. Hee'l be hang'd yet
Though euery drop of water sweare against it
And gape at widst to glut him.
A confused noyse within.
Mercy on vs.
We splitwe splitFarewell my wifeand children
Farewell brother: we splitwe splitwe split
Anth. Let's all sinke with' King
Seb. Let's take leaue of him.
Gonz. Now would I giue a thousand furlongs of Sea
for an Acre of barren ground: Long heathBrowne
firrsany thing; the wills aboue be donebut I would
faine dye a dry death.
Enter Prospero and Miranda.
Mira. If by your Art (my deerest father) you haue
Put the wild waters in this Rore; alay them:
The skye it seemes would powre down stinking pitch
But that the Seamounting to th' welkins cheeke
Dashes the fire out. Oh! I haue suffered
With those that I saw suffer: A braue vessell
(Who had no doubt some noble creature in her)
Dash'd all to peeces: O the cry did knocke
Against my very heart: poore soulesthey perish'd.
Had I byn any God of powerI would
Haue suncke the Sea within the Earthor ere
It should the good Ship so haue swallow'dand
The fraughting Soules within her
Pros. Be collected
No more amazement: Tell your pitteous heart
there's no harme done
Mira. O woethe day
Pros. No harme:
I haue done nothingbut in care of thee
(Of thee my deere one; thee my daughter) who
Art ignorant of what thou art. naught knowing
Of whence I am: nor that I am more better
Then ProsperoMaster of a full poore cell
And thy no greater Father
Mira. More to know
Did neuer medle with my thoughts
Pros. 'Tis time
I should informe thee farther: Lend thy hand
And plucke my Magick garment from me: So
Lye there my Art: wipe thou thine eyeshaue comfort
The direfull spectacle of the wracke which touch'd
The very vertue of compassion in thee:
I haue with such prouision in mine Art
So safely orderedthat there is no soule
No not so much perdition as an hayre
Betid to any creature in the vessell
Which thou heardst crywhich thou saw'st sinke: Sit downe
For thou must now know farther
Mira. You haue often
Begun to tell me what I ambut stopt
And left me to a bootelesse Inquisition
Concludingstay: not yet
Pros. The howr's now come
The very minute byds thee ope thine eare
Obeyand be attentiue. Canst thou remember
A time before we came vnto this Cell?
I doe not thinke thou canstfor then thou was't not
Out three yeeres old
Mira. Certainely SirI can
Pros. By what? by any other houseor person?
Of any thing the Imagetell methat
Hath kept with thy remembrance
Mira. 'Tis farre off:
And rather like a dreamethen an assurance
That my remembrance warrants: Had I not
Fowreor fiue women oncethat tended me?
Pros. Thou hadst; and more Miranda: But how is it
That this liues in thy minde? What seest thou els
In the dark-backward and Abisme of Time?
Yf thou remembrest ought ere thou cam'st here
How thou cam'st here thou maist
Mira. But that I doe not
Pros. Twelue yere since (Miranda) twelue yere since
Thy father was the Duke of Millaine and
A Prince of power:
Mira. Sirare not you my Father?
Pros. Thy Mother was a peece of vertueand
She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
Was Duke of Millaineand his onely heire
And Princesse; no worse Issued
Mira. O the heauens
What fowle play had wethat we came from thence?
Or blessed was't we did?
Pros. Bothboth my Girle.
By fowle-play (as thou saist) were we heau'd thence
But blessedly holpe hither
Mira. O my heart bleedes
To thinke oth' teene that I haue turn'd you to
Which is from my remembranceplease youfarther;
Pros. My brother and thy vnclecall'd Anthonio:
I pray thee marke methat a brother should
Be so perfidious: hewhom next thy selfe
Of all the world I lou'dand to him put
The mannage of my stateas at that time
Through all the signories it was the first
And Prosperothe prime Dukebeing so reputed
In dignity; and for the liberall Artes
Without a paralell; those being all my studie
The Gouernment I cast vpon my brother
And to my State grew strangerbeing transported
And rapt in secret studiesthy false vncle
(Do'st thou attend me?)
Mira. Sirmost heedefully
Pros. Being once perfected how to graunt suites
how to deny them: who t' aduanceand who
To trash for ouer-topping; new created
The creatures that were mineI sayor chang'd 'em
Or els new form'd 'em; hauing both the key
Of Officerand officeset all hearts i'th state
To what tune pleas'd his earethat now he was
The Iuy which had hid my princely Trunck
And suckt my verdure out on't: Thou attend'st not?
Mira. O good SirI doe
Pros. I pray thee marke me:
I thus neglecting worldly endsall dedicated
To closenesand the bettering of my mind
with thatwhich but by being so retir'd
Ore-priz'd all popular rate: in my false brother
Awak'd an euill natureand my trust
Like a good parentdid beget of him
A falsehood in it's contrarieas great
As my trust waswhich had indeede no limit
A confidence sans bound. He being thus Lorded
Not onely with what my reuenew yeelded
But what my power might els exact. Like one
Who hauing into truthby telling of it
Made such a synner of his memorie
To credite his owne liehe did beleeue
He was indeed the Dukeout o'th' Substitution
And executing th' outward face of Roialtie
With all prerogatiue: hence his Ambition growing:
Do'st thou heare ?
Mira. Your taleSirwould cure deafenesse
Pros. To haue no Schreene between this part he plaid
And him he plaid it forhe needes will be
Absolute MillaineMe (poore man) my Librarie
Was Dukedome large enough: of temporall roalties
He thinks me now incapable. Confederates
(so drie he was for Sway) with King of Naples
To giue him Annuall tributedoe him homage
Subiect his Coronetto his Crowne and bend
The Dukedom yet vnbow'd (alas poore Millaine)
To most ignoble stooping
Mira. Oh the heauens:
Pros. Marke his conditionand th' euentthen tell me
If this might be a brother
Mira. I should sinne
To thinke but Noblie of my Grand-mother
Good wombes haue borne bad sonnes
Pro. Now the Condition.
This King of Naples being an Enemy
To me inueteratehearkens my Brothers suit
Which wasThat he in lieu o'th' premises
Of homageand I know not how much Tribute
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the Dukedomeand confer faire Millaine
With all the Honorson my brother: Whereon
A treacherous Armie leuiedone mid-night
Fated to th' purposedid Anthonio open
The gates of Millaineand ith' dead of darkenesse
The ministers for th' purpose hurried thence
Meand thy crying selfe
Mir. Alackfor pitty:
I not remembring how I cride out then
Will cry it ore againe: it is a hint
That wrings mine eyes too't
Pro. Heare a little further
And then I'le bring thee to the present businesse
Which now's vpon's: without the whichthis Story
Were most impertinent
Mir. Wherefore did they not
That howre destroy vs?
Pro. Well demandedwench:
My Tale prouokes that question: Dearethey durst not
So deare the loue my people bore me: nor set
A marke so bloudy on the businesse; but
With colours fairerpainted their foule ends.
In fewthey hurried vs aboord a Barke
Bore vs some Leagues to Seawhere they prepared
A rotten carkasse of a Buttnot rigg'd
Nor tacklesaylenor mastthe very rats
Instinctiuely haue quit it: There they hoyst vs
To cry to th' Seathat roard to vs; to sigh
To th' windeswhose pitty sighing backe againe
Did vs but louing wrong
Mir. Alackwhat trouble
Was I then to you?
Pro. Oa Cherubin
Thou was't that did preserue me; Thou didst smile
Infused with a fortitude from heauen
When I haue deck'd the sea with drops full salt
Vnder my burthen groan'dwhich rais'd in me
An vndergoing stomacketo beare vp
Against what should ensue
Mir. How came we a shore?
Pro. By prouidence diuine
Some foodwe hadand some fresh waterthat
A noble Neopolitan Gonzalo
Out of his Charity(who being then appointed
Master of this designe) did giue vswith
Rich garmentslinnensstuffsand necessaries
Which since haue steeded muchso of his gentlenesse
Knowing I lou'd my bookeshe furnishd me
From mine owne Librarywith volumesthat
I prize aboue my Dukedome
Mir. Would I might
But euer see that man
Pro. Now I arise
Sit stilland heare the last of our sea-sorrow:
Heere in this Iland we arriu'dand heere
Haue Ithy Schoolemastermade thee more profit
Then other Princesse canthat haue more time
For vainer howres; and Tutorsnot so carefull
Mir. Heuens thank you for't. And now I pray you Sir
For still 'tis beating in my minde; your reason
For raysing this Sea-storme?
Pro. Know thus far forth
By accident most strangebountifull Fortune
(Now my deere Lady) hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore: And by my prescience
I finde my Zenith doth depend vpon
A most auspitious starrewhose influence
If now I court notbut omit; my fortunes
Will euer after droope: Heare cease more questions
Thou art inclinde to sleepe: 'tis a good dulnesse
And giue it way: I know thou canst not chuse:
Come awaySeruantcome; I am ready now
Approach my Ariel. Come.
Ari. All hailegreat Mastergraue Sirhaile: I come
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly
To swimto diue into the fire: to ride
On the curld clowds: to thy strong biddingtaske
Arieland all his Qualitie
Pro. Hast thouSpirit
Performd to pointthe Tempest that I bad thee
Ar. To euery Article.
I boorded the Kings ship: now on the Beake
Now in the Wastethe Deckein euery Cabyn
I flam'd amazementsometime I'ld diuide
And burne in many places; on the Top-mast
The Yards and Bore-sprittwould I flame distinctly
Then meeteand ioyne. Ioues Lightningthe precursers
O'th dreadfull Thunder-claps more momentarie
And sight out-running were not; the fireand cracks
Of sulphurous roaringthe most mighty Neptune
Seeme to besiegeand make his bold waues tremble
Yeahis dread Trident shake
Pro. My braue Spirit
Who was so firmeso constantthat this coyle
Would not infect his reason?
Ar. Not a soule
But felt a Feauer of the maddeand plaid
Some tricks of desperation; all but Mariners
Plung'd in the foaming bryneand quit the vessell;
Then all a fire with me the Kings sonne Ferdinand
With haire vp-staring (then like reedsnot haire)
Was the first man that leapt; cride hell is empty
And all the Diuels are heere
Pro. Why that's my spirit:
But was not this nye shore?
Ar. Close bymy Master
Pro. But are they (Ariell) safe?
Ar. Not a haire perishd:
On their sustaining garments not a blemish
But fresher then before: and as thou badst me
In troops I haue dispersd them 'bout the Isle:
The Kings sonne haue I landed by himselfe
Whom I left cooling of the Ayre with sighes
In an odde Angle of the Isleand sitting
His armes in this sad knot
Pro. Of the Kings ship
The Marrinerssay how thou hast disposd
And all the rest o'th' Fleete?
Ar. Safely in harbour
Is the Kings shippein the deepe Nookewhere once
Thou calldst me vp at midnight to fetch dewe
From the still-vext Bermoothesthere she's hid;
The Marriners all vnder hatches stowed
Whowith a Charme ioynd to their suffred labour
I haue left asleep: and for the rest o'th' Fleet
(Which I dispers'd) they all haue met againe
And are vpon the Mediterranian Flote
Bound sadly home for Naples
Supposing that they saw the Kings ship wrackt
And his great person perish
Pro. Arielthy charge
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more worke:
What is the time o'th' day?
Ar. Past the mid season
Pro. At least two Glasses: the time 'twixt six & now
Must by vs both be spent most preciously
Ar. Is there more toyle? Since y dost giue me pains
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd
Which is not yet perform'd me
Pro. How now? moodie?
What is't thou canst demand?
Ar. My Libertie
Pro. Before the time be out? no more:
Ar. I prethee
Remember I haue done thee worthy seruice
Told thee no lyesmade thee no mistakingsserv'd
Without or grudgeor grumblings; thou did promise
To bate me a full yeere
Pro. Do'st thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
Pro. Thou do'st: & thinkst it much to tread y Ooze
Of the salt deepe;
To run vpon the sharpe winde of the North
To doe me businesse in the veines o'th' earth
When it is bak'd with frost
Ar. I doe not Sir
Pro. Thou liestmalignant Thing: hast thou forgot
The fowle Witch Sycoraxwho with Age and Enuy
Was growne into a hoope? hast thou forgot her?
Ar. No Sir
Pro. Thou hast: where was she born? speak: tell me:
Ar. Sirin Argier
Pro. Ohwas she so: I must
Once in a moneth recount what thou hast bin
Which thou forgetst. This damn'd Witch Sycorax
For mischiefes manifoldand sorceries terrible
To enter humane hearingfrom Argier
Thou know'st was banish'd: for one thing she did
They wold not take her life: Is not this true?
Pro. This blew ey'd hagwas hither brought with child
And here was left by th' Saylors; thou my slaue
As thou reportst thy selfewas then her seruant
And for thou wast a Spirit too delicate
To act her earthyand abhord commands
Refusing her grand hestsshe did confine thee
By helpe of her more potent Ministers
And in her most vnmittigable rage
Into a clouen Pynewithin which rift
Imprison'dthou didst painefully remaine
A dozen yeeres: within which space she di'd
And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groanes
As fast as Mill-wheeles strike: Then was this Island
(Saue for the Sonthat he did littour heere
A frekelld whelpehag-borne) not honour'd with
A humane shape
Ar. Yes: Caliban her sonne
Pro. Dull thingI say so: hethat Caliban
Whom now I keepe in seruicethou best know'st
What torment I did finde thee in; thy grones
Did make wolues howleand penetrate the breasts
Of euer-angry Beares; it was a torment
To lay vpon the damn'dwhich Sycorax
Could not againe vndoe: it was mine Art
When I arriu'dand heard theethat made gape
The Pyneand let thee out
Ar. I thanke thee Master
Pro. If thou more murmur'stI will rend an Oake
And peg-thee in his knotty entrailestill
Thou hast howl'd away twelue winters
I will be correspondent to command
And doe my sprytinggently
Pro. Doe so: and after two daies
I will discharge thee
Ar. That's my noble Master:
What shall I doe? say what? what shall I doe?
Pro. Goe make thy selfe like a Nymph o'th' Sea
Be subiect to no sight but thineand mine: inuisible
To euery eye-ball else: goe take this shape
And hither come in't: goe: hence
Pro. Awakedeere hart awakethou hast slept well
Mir. The strangenes of your storyput
Heauinesse in me
Pro. Shake it off: Come on
Wee'll visit Calibanmy slauewho neuer
Yeelds vs kinde answere
Mir. 'Tis a villaine SirI doe not loue to looke on
Pro. But as 'tis
We cannot misse him: he do's make our fire
Fetch in our woodand serues in Offices
That profit vs: What hoa: slaue: Caliban:
Thou Earththou: speake
Cal. within. There's wood enough within
Pro. Come forth I saythere's other busines for thee:
Come thou Tortoyswhen?
Enter Ariel like a water Nymph.
Fine apparision: my queint Ariel
Hearke in thine eare
Ar. My Lordit shall be done.
Pro. Thou poysonous slauegot by y diuell himselfe
Vpon thy wicked Dam; come forth.
Cal. As wicked deweas ere my mother brush'd
With Rauens feather from vnwholesome Fen
Drop on you both: A Southwest blow on yee
And blister you all ore
Pro. For this be sureto night thou shalt haue cramps
Side-stitchesthat shall pen thy breath vpVrchins
Shall for that vast of nightthat they may worke
All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
As thicke as hony-combeeach pinch more stinging
Then Bees that made 'em
Cal. I must eat my dinner:
This Island's mine by Sycorax my mother
Which thou tak'st from me: when thou cam'st first
Thou stroakst me& made much of me: wouldst giue me
Water with berries in't: and teach me how
To name the bigger Lightand how the lesse
That burne by dayand night: and then I lou'd thee
And shew'd thee all the qualities o'th' Isle
The fresh SpringsBrine-pits; barren place and fertill
Curs'd be I that did so: All the Charmes
Of Sycorax: ToadesBeetlesBatts light on you:
For I am all the Subiects that you haue
Which first was min owne King: and here you sty-me
In this hard Rockewhiles you doe keepe from me
The rest o'th' Island
Pro. Thou most lying slaue
Whom stripes may mouenot kindnes: I haue vs'd thee
(Filth as thou art) with humane careand lodg'd thee
In mine owne Celltill thou didst seeke to violate
The honor of my childe
Cal. Oh hooh howould't had bene done:
Thou didst preuent meI had peopel'd else
This Isle with Calibans
Mira. Abhorred Slaue
Which any print of goodnesse wilt not take
Being capable of all ill: I pittied thee
Took pains to make thee speaktaught thee each houre
One thing or other: when thou didst not (Sauage)
Know thine owne meaning; but wouldst gabblelike
A thing most brutishI endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them knowne: But thy vild race
(Tho thou didst learn) had that in'twhich good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deseruedly confin'd into this Rockewho hadst
Deseru'd more then a prison
Cal. You taught me Languageand my profit on't
IsI know how to curse: the red-plague rid you
For learning me your language
Fetch vs in Fewelland be quicke thou'rt best
To answer other businesse: shrug'st thou (Malice)
If thou neglectstor dost vnwillingly
What I commandIle racke thee with old Crampes
Fill all thy bones with Achesmake thee rore
That beasts shall tremble at thy dyn
Cal. No'pray thee.
I must obeyhis Art is of such pow'r
It would controll my Dams god Setebos
And make a vassaile of him
Pro. So slauehence.
Enter Ferdinand & Arielinuisible playing & singing.
Ariel Song. Come vnto these yellow sandsand then
Curtsied when you haueand kist the wilde waues whist:
Foote it featly heereand thereand sweete Sprights beare
Harkeharkebowgh wawgh: the watch-Dogges barke
Ar. HarkharkI hearethe straine of strutting Chanticlere
Fer. Where shold this Musick be? I'th aireor th' earth?
It sounds no more: and sure it waytes vpon
Some God o'th' Ilandsitting on a banke
Weeping againe the King my Fathers wracke.
This Musicke crept by me vpon the waters
Allaying both their furyand my passion
With it's sweet ayre: thence I haue follow'd it
(Or it hath drawne me rather) but 'tis gone.
Noit begins againe
Ariell Song. Full fadom fiue thy Father lies
Of his bones are Corrall made:
Those are pearles that were his eies
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a Sea-change
Into something rich& strange:
Sea-Nimphs hourly ring his knell.
Burthen: ding dong.
Harke now I heare themding-dong bell
Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd father
This is no mortall businesnor no sound
That the earth owes: I heare it now aboue me
Pro. The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance
And say what thou see'st yond
Mira. What is't a Spirit?
Lordhow it lookes about: Beleeue me sir
It carries a braue forme. But 'tis a spirit
Pro. No wenchit eatsand sleeps& hath such senses
As we haue: such. This Gallant which thou seest
Was in the wracke: and but hee's something stain'd
With greefe (that's beauties canker) y might'st call him
A goodly person: he hath lost his fellowes
And strayes about to finde 'em
Mir. I might call him
A thing diuinefor nothing naturall
I euer saw so Noble
Pro. It goes on I see
As my soule prompts it: Spiritfine spiritIle free thee
Within two dayes for this
Fer. Most sure the Goddesse
On whom these ayres attend: Vouchsafe my pray'r
May know if you remaine vpon this Island
And that you will some good instruction giue
How I may beare me heere: my prime request
(Which I do last pronounce) is (O you wonder)
If you be Maydor no?
Mir. No wonder Sir
But certainly a Mayd
Fer. My Language? Heauens:
I am the best of them that speake this speech
Were I but where 'tis spoken
Pro. How? the best?
What wer't thou if the King of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A single thingas I am nowthat wonders
To heare thee speake of Naples: he do's heare me
And that he do'sI weepe: my selfe am Naples
Whowith mine eyes (neuer since at ebbe) beheld
The King my Father wrack't
Mir. Alackefor mercy
Fer. Yes faith& all his Lordsthe Duke of Millaine
And his braue sonnebeing twaine
Pro. The Duke of Millaine
And his more brauer daughtercould controll thee
If now 'twere fit to do't: At the first sight
They haue chang'd eyes: Delicate Ariel
Ile set thee free for this. A word good Sir
I feare you haue done your selfe some wrong: A word
Mir. Why speakes my father so vngently? This
Is the third man that ere I saw: the first
That ere I sigh'd for: pitty moue my father
To be enclin'd my way
Fer. Oif a Virgin
And your affection not gone forthIle make you
The Queene of Naples
Pro. Soft sirone word more.
They are both in eythers pow'rs: But this swift busines
I must vneasie makeleast too light winning
Make the prize light. One word more: I charge thee
That thou attend me: Thou do'st heere vsurpe
The name thou ow'st notand hast put thy selfe
Vpon this Islandas a spyto win it
From methe Lord on't
Fer. Noas I am a man
Mir. Ther's nothing illcan dwell in such a Temple
If the ill-spirit haue so fayre a house
Good things will striue to dwell with't
Pro. Follow me
Pros. Speake not you for him: hee's a Traitor: come
Ile manacle thy necke and feete together:
Sea water shalt thou drinke: thy food shall be
The fresh-brooke Musselswither'd rootsand huskes
Wherein the Acorne cradled. Follow
I will resist such entertainmenttill
Mine enemy ha's more pow'r.
He drawesand is charmed from mouing.
Mira. O deere Father
Make not too rash a triall of himfor
Hee's gentleand not fearfull
Pros. What I say
My foote my Tutor? Put thy sword vp Traitor
Who mak'st a shewbut dar'st not strike: thy conscience
Is so possest with guilt: Comefrom thy ward
For I can heere disarme thee with this sticke
And make thy weapon drop
Mira. Beseech you Father
Pros. Hence: hang not on my garments
Mira. Sir haue pity
Ile be his surety
Pros. Silence: One word more
Shall make me chide theeif not hate thee: What
An aduocate for an Impostor? Hush:
Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he
(Hauing seene but him and Caliban:) Foolish wench
To th' most of menthis is a Caliban
And they to him are Angels
Mira. My affections
Are then most humble: I haue no ambition
To see a goodlier man
Pros. Come onobey:
Thy Nerues are in their infancy againe.
And haue no vigour in them
Fer. So they are:
My spiritsas in a dreameare all bound vp:
My Fathers lossethe weaknesse which I feele
The wracke of all my friendsnor this mans threats
To whom I am subdudeare but light to me
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this Mayd: all corners else o'th' Earth
Let liberty make vse of: space enough
Haue I in such a prison
Pros. It workes: Come on.
Thou hast done wellfine Ariell: follow me
Harke what thou else shalt do mee
Mira. Be of comfort
My Fathers of a better nature (Sir)
Then he appeares by speech: this is vnwonted
Which now came from him
Pros. Thou shalt be as free
As mountaine windes; but then exactly do
All points of my command
Ariell. To th' syllable
Pros. Come follow: speake not for him.
Actus Secundus. Scoena Prima.
Gonz. Beseech you Sirbe merry; you haue cause
(So haue we all) of ioy; for our escape
Is much beyond our losse; our hint of woe
Is commoneuery daysome Saylors wife
The Masters of some Merchantand the Merchant
Haue iust our Theame of woe: But for the miracle
(I meane our preseruation) few in millions
Can speake like vs: then wisely (good Sir) weigh
Our sorrowwith our comfort
Alons. Prethee peace
Seb. He receiues comfort like cold porredge
Ant. The Visitor will not giue him ore so
Seb. Lookehee's winding vp the watch of his wit
By and by it will strike
Seb. One: Tell
Gon. When euery greefe is entertaind
That's offer'd comes to th' entertainer
Seb. A dollor
Gon. Dolour comes to him indeedyou haue spoken
truer then you purpos'd
Seb. You haue taken it wiselier then I meant you
Gon. Therefore my Lord
Ant. Fiewhat a spend-thrift is he of his tongue
Alon. I pre-thee spare
Gon. WellI haue done: But yet
Seb. He will be talking
Ant. Whichof heor Adrianfor a good wager
First begins to crow?
Seb. The old Cocke
Ant. The Cockrell
Seb. Done: The wager?
Ant. A Laughter
Seb. A match
Adr. Though this Island seeme to be desert
Ant. So: you'r paid
Adr. Vninhabitableand almost inaccessible
Ant. He could not misse't
Adr. It must needs be of subtletenderand delicate
Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench
Seb. Iand a subtleas he most learnedly deliuer'd
Adr. The ayre breathes vpon vs here most sweetly
Seb. As if it had Lungsand rotten ones
Ant. Oras 'twere perfum'd by a Fen
Gon. Heere is euery thing aduantageous to life
Ant. Truesaue meanes to liue
Seb. Of that there's noneor little
Gon. How lush and lusty the grasse lookes?
Ant. The ground indeed is tawny
Seb. With an eye of greene in't
Ant. He misses not much
Seb. No: he doth but mistake the truth totally
Gon. But the rariety of it iswhich is indeed almost
Seb. As many voucht rarieties are
Gon. That our Garments being (as they were) drencht
in the Seahold notwithstanding their freshnesse and
glossesbeing rather new dy'de then stain'd with salte
Ant. If but one of his pockets could speakewould
it not say he lyes?
Seb. Ior very falsely pocket vp his report
Gon. Me thinkes our garments are now as fresh as
when we put them on first in Affrickeat the marriage
of the kings faire daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis
Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriageand we prosper well in
Adri. Tunis was neuer grac'd before with such a Paragon
to their Queene
Gon. Not since widdow Dido's time
Ant. Widow? A pox o'that: how came that Widdow
in? Widdow Dido!
Seb. What if he had said Widdower aeneas too?
Good Lordhow you take it?
Adri. Widdow Dido said you? You make me study
of that: She was of Carthagenot of Tunis
Gon. This Tunis Sir was Carthage
Gon. I assure you Carthage
Ant. His word is more then the miraculous Harpe
Seb. He hath rais'd the walland houses too
Ant. What impossible matter wil he make easy next?
Seb. I thinke hee will carry this Island home in his
pocketand giue it his sonne for an Apple
Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the Seabring
forth more Islands
Ant. Why in good time
Gon. Sirwe were talkingthat our garments seeme
now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage
of your daughterwho is now Queene
Ant. And the rarest that ere came there
Seb. Bate (I beseech you) widdow Dido
Ant. O Widdow Dido? IWiddow Dido
Gon. Is not Sir my doublet as fresh as the first day I
wore it? I meane in a sort
Ant. That sort was well fish'd for
Gon. When I wore it at your daughters marriage
Alon. You cram these words into mine earesagainst
the stomacke of my sense: would I had neuer
Married my daughter there: For comming thence
My sonne is lostand (in my rate) she too
Who is so farre from Italy remoued
I ne're againe shall see her: O thou mine heire
Of Naples and of Millainewhat strange fish
Hath made his meale on thee?
Fran. Sir he may liue
I saw him beate the surges vnder him
And ride vpon their backes; he trod the water
Whose enmity he flung aside: and brested
The surge most swolne that met him: his bold head
'Boue the contentious waues he keptand oared
Himselfe with his good armes in lusty stroke
To th' shore; that ore his waue-worne basis bowed
As stooping to releeue him: I not doubt
He came aliue to Land
Alon. Nonohee's gone
Seb. Sir you may thank your selfe for this great losse
That would not blesse our Europe with your daughter
But rather loose her to an Affrican
Where she at leastis banish'd from your eye
Who hath cause to wet the greefe on't
Alon. Pre-thee peace
Seb. You were kneel'd too& importun'd otherwise
By all of vs: and the faire soule her selfe
Waigh'd betweene loathnesseand obedienceat
Which end o'th' beame should bow: we haue lost your son
I feare for euer: Millaine and Naples haue
Mo widdowes in them of this businesse making
Then we bring men to comfort them:
The faults your owne
Alon. So is the deer'st oth' losse
Gon. My Lord Sebastian
The truth you speake doth lacke some gentlenesse
And time to speake it in: you rub the sore
When you should bring the plaister
Seb. Very well
Ant. And most Chirurgeonly
Gon. It is foule weather in vs allgood Sir
When you are cloudy
Seb. Fowle weather?
Ant. Very foule
Gon. Had I plantation of this Isle my Lord
Ant. Hee'd sow't with Nettle-seed
Seb. Or dockesor Mallowes
Gon. And were the King on'twhat would I do?
Seb. Scape being drunkefor want of Wine
Gon. I'th' Commonwealth I would (by contraries)
Execute all things: For no kinde of Trafficke
Would I admit: No name of Magistrate:
Letters should not be knowne: Richespouerty
And vse of seruicenone: ContractSuccession
Bornebound of LandTilthVineyard none:
No vse of MettallCorneor Wineor Oyle:
No occupationall men idleall:
And Women toobut innocent and pure:
Seb. Yet he would be King on't
Ant. The latter end of his Common-wealth forgets
Gon. All things in common Nature should produce
Without sweat or endeuour: Treasonfellony
SwordPikeKnifeGunor neede of any Engine
Would I not haue: but Nature should bring forth
Of it owne kindeall foyzonall abundance
To feed my innocent people
Seb. No marrying 'mong his subiects?
Ant. None (man) all idle; Whores and knaues
Gon. I would with such perfection gouerne Sir:
T' Excell the Golden Age
Seb. 'Saue his Maiesty
Ant. Long liue Gonzalo
Gon. And do you marke meSir?
Alon. Pre-thee no more: thou dost talke nothing to me
Gon. I do well beleeue your Highnesseand did it
to minister occasion to these Gentlemenwho are of
such sensible and nimble Lungsthat they alwayes vse
to laugh at nothing
Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at
Gon. Whoin this kind of merry fooling am nothing
to you: so you may continueand laugh at nothing still
Ant. What a blow was there giuen?
Seb. And it had not falne flat-long
Gon. You are Gentlemen of braue mettal: you would
lift the Moone out of her spheareif she would continue
in it fiue weekes without changing.
Enter Ariell playing solemne Musicke.
Seb. We would soand then go a Bat-fowling
Ant. Nay good my Lordbe not angry
Gon. No I warrant youI will not aduenture my
discretion so weakly: Will you laugh me asleepefor I
am very heauy
Ant. Go sleepeand heare vs
Alon. Whatall so soone asleepe? I wish mine eyes
Would (with themselues) shut vp my thoughts
I finde they are inclin'd to do so
Seb. Please you Sir
Do not omit the heauy offer of it:
It sildome visits sorrowwhen it dothit is a Comforter
Ant. We two my Lordwill guard your person
While you take your restand watch your safety
Alon. Thanke you: Wondrous heauy
Seb. What a strange drowsines possesses them?
Ant. It is the quality o'th' Clymate
Doth it not then our eye-lids sinke? I finde
Not my selfe dispos'd to sleep
Ant. Nor Imy spirits are nimble:
They fell together allas by consent
They droptas by a Thunder-stroke: what might
Worthy Sebastian? Owhat might? no more:
And yetme thinkes I see it in thy face
What thou should'st be: th' occasion speaks theeand
My strong imagination see's a Crowne
Dropping vpon thy head
Seb. What? art thou waking?
Ant. Do you not heare me speake?
Seb. I doand surely
It is a sleepy Language; and thou speak'st
Out of thy sleepe: What is it thou didst say?
This is a strange reposeto be asleepe
With eyes wide open: standingspeakingmouing:
And yet so fast asleepe
Ant. Noble Sebastian
Thou let'st thy fortune sleepe: die rather: wink'st
Whiles thou art waking
Seb. Thou do'st snore distinctly
There's meaning in thy snores
Ant. I am more serious then my custome: you
Must be so tooif heed me: which to do
Trebbles thee o're
Seb. Well: I am standing water
Ant. Ile teach you how to flow
Seb. Do so: to ebbe
Hereditary Sloth instructs me
If you but knew how you the purpose cherish
Whiles thus you mocke it: how in stripping it
You more inuest it: ebbing menindeed
(Most often) do so neere the bottome run
By their owne feareor sloth
Seb. 'Pre-thee say on
The setting of thine eyeand cheeke proclaime
A matter from thee; and a birthindeed
Which throwes thee much to yeeld
Ant. Thus Sir:
Although this Lord of weake remembrance; this
Who shall be of as little memory
When he is earth'dhath here almost perswaded
(For hee's a Spirit of perswasiononely
Professes to perswade) the King his sonne's aliue
'Tis as impossible that hee's vndrown'd
As he that sleepes heereswims
Seb. I haue no hope
That hee's vndrown'd
Ant. Oout of that no hope
What great hope haue you? No hope that wayIs
Another way so high a hopethat euen
Ambition cannot pierce a winke beyond
But doubt discouery there. Will you grant with me
That Ferdinand is drown'd
Seb. He's gone
Ant. Then tell mewho's the next heire of Naples?
Ant. She that is Queene of Tunis: she that dwels
Ten leagues beyond mans life: she that from Naples
Can haue no notevnlesse the Sun were post:
The Man i'th Moone's too slowtill new-borne chinnes
Be roughand Razor-able: She that from whom
We all were sea-swallow'dthough some cast againe
(And by that destiny) to performe an act
Whereofwhat's past is Prologue; what to come
In yoursand my discharge
Seb. What stuffe is this? How say you?
'Tis true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tunis
So is she heyre of Naples'twixt which Regions
There is some space
Ant. A spacewhose eu'ry cubit
Seemes to cry outhow shall that Claribell
Measure vs backe to Naples? keepe in Tunis
And let Sebastian wake. Saythis were death
That now hath seiz'd themwhy they were no worse
Then now they are: There be that can rule Naples
As well as he that sleepes: Lordsthat can prate
As amplyand vnnecessarily
As this Gonzallo: I my selfe could make
A Chough of as deepe chat: Othat you bore
The minde that I do; what a sleepe were this
For your aduancement? Do you vnderstand me?
Seb. Me thinkes I do
Ant. And how do's your content
Tender your owne good fortune?
Seb. I remember
You did supplant your Brother Prospero
And looke how well my Garments sit vpon me
Much feater then before: My Brothers seruants
Were then my fellowesnow they are my men
Seb. But for your conscience
Ant. I Sir: where lies that? If 'twere a kybe
'Twould put me to my slipper: But I feele not
This Deity in my bosome: 'Twentie consciences
That stand 'twixt meand Millainecandied be they
And melt ere they mollest: Heere lies your Brother
No better then the earth he lies vpon
If he were that which now hee's like (that's dead)
Whom I with this obedient steele (three inches of it)
Can lay to bed for euer: whiles you doing thus
To the perpetuall winke for aye might put
This ancient morsell: this Sir Prudencewho
Should not vpbraid our course: for all the rest
They'l take suggestionas a Cat laps milke
They'l tell the clocketo any businesse that
We say befits the houre
Seb. Thy casedeere Friend
Shall be my president: As thou got'st Millaine
I'le come by Naples: Draw thy swordone stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou paiest
And I the King shall loue thee
Ant. Draw together:
And when I reare my handdo you the like
To fall it on Gonzalo
Seb. Obut one word.
Enter Ariell with Musicke and Song.
Ariel. My Master through his Art foresees the danger
That you (his friend) are inand sends me forth
(For else his proiect dies) to keepe them liuing.
Sings in Gonzaloes eare.
While you here do snoaring lie
His time doth take:
If of Life you keepe a care
Shake off slumber and beware.
Ant. Then let vs both be sodaine
Gon. Nowgood Angels preserue the King
Alo. Why how now hoa; awake? why are you drawn?
Wherefore this ghastly looking?
Gon. What's the matter?
Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose
(Euen now) we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
Like Bulsor rather Lyonsdid't not wake you?
It strooke mine eare most terribly
Alo. I heard nothing
Ant. O'twas a din to fright a Monsters eare;
To make an earthquake: sure it was the roare
Of a whole heard of Lyons
Alo. Heard you this Gonzalo?
Gon. Vpon mine honourSirI heard a humming
(And that a strange one too) which did awake me:
I shak'd you Sirand cride: as mine eyes opend
I saw their weapons drawne: there was a noyse
That's verily: 'tis best we stand vpon our guard;
Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons
Alo. Lead off this ground & let's make further search
For my poore sonne
Gon. Heauens keepe him from these Beasts:
For he is sure i'th Island
Alo. Lead away
Ariell. Prospero my Lordshall know what I haue done.
So (King) goe safely on to seeke thy Son.
Enter Calibanwith a burthen of Wood (a noyse of thunder heard.)
Cal. All the infections that the Sunne suckes vp
From BogsFensFlatson Prosper falland make him
By ynch-meale a disease: his Spirits heare me
And yet I needes must curse. But they'll nor pinch
Fright me with Vrchyn-shewespitch me i'th mire
Nor lead me like a fire-brandin the darke
Out of my wayvnlesse he bid 'em; but
For euery trifleare they set vpon me
Sometime like Apesthat moe and chatter at me
And after bite me: then like Hedg-hogswhich
Lye tumbling in my bare-foote wayand mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I
All wound with Adderswho with clouen tongues
Doe hisse me into madnesse: Lonow Lo
Here comes a Spirit of hisand to torment me
For bringing wood in slowly: I'le fall flat
Perchance he will not minde me
Tri. Here's neither bushnor shrub to beare off any
weather at all: and another Storme brewingI heare it
sing ith' winde: yond same blacke cloudyond huge
onelookes like a foule bumbard that would shed his
licquor: if it should thunderas it did beforeI know
not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot
choose but fall by pailefuls. What haue we herea man
or a fish? dead or aliue? a fishhee smels like a fish: a
very ancient and fish-like smell: a kinde ofnot of the
newest poore-Iohn: a strange fish: were I in England
now (as once I was) and had but this fish painted; not
a holiday-foole there but would giue a peece of siluer:
therewould this Monstermake a man: any strange
beast theremakes a man: when they will not giue a
doit to relieue a lame Beggerthey will lay out ten to see
a dead Indian: Leg'd like a man; and his Finnes like
Armes: warme o'my troth: I doe now let loose my opinion;
hold it no longer; this is no fishbut an Islander
that hath lately suffered by a Thunderbolt: Alas
the storme is come againe: my best way is to creepe vnder
his Gaberdine: there is no other shelter hereabout:
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellowes:
I will here shrowd till the dregges of the storme
Enter Stephano singing..
Ste. I shall no more to seato seahere shall I dye ashore.
This is a very scuruy tune to sing at a mans
Funerall: wellhere's my comfort.
The Masterthe Swabberthe Boate-swaine & I;
The Gunnerand his Mate
Lou'd MallMegand Marrianand Margerie
But none of vs car'd for Kate.
For she had a tongue with a tang
Would cry to a Sailor goe hang:
She lou'd not the sauour of Tar nor of Pitch
Yet a Tailor might scratch her where ere she did itch.
Then to Sea Boyesand let her goe hang.
This is a scuruy tune too:
But here's my comfort.
Cal. Doe not torment me: oh
Ste. What's the matter?
Haue we diuels here?
Doe you put trickes vpon's with Saluagesand Men of
Inde? ha? I haue not scap'd drowningto be afeard
now of your foure legges: for it hath bin said; as proper
a man as euer went on foure legscannot make him
giue ground: and it shall be said so againewhile Stephano
breathes at' nostrils
Cal. The Spirit torments me: oh
Ste. This is some Monster of the Islewith foure legs;
who hath got (as I take it) an Ague: where the diuell
should he learne our language? I will giue him some reliefe
if it be but for that: if I can recouer himand keepe
him tameand get to Naples with himhe's a Present
for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-leather
Cal. Doe not torment me 'prethee: I'le bring my
wood home faster
Ste. He's in his fit now; and doe's not talke after the
wisest; hee shall taste of my Bottle: if hee haue neuer
drunke wine aforeit will goe neere to remoue his Fit:
if I can recouer himand keepe him tameI will not take
too much for him; hee shall pay for him that hath him
and that soundly
Cal. Thou do'st me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon
I know it by thy trembling: Now Prosper workes
Ste. Come on your wayes: open your mouth: here
is that which will giue language to you Cat; open your
mouth; this will shake your shakingI can tell youand
that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open
your chaps againe
Tri. I should know that voyce:
It should be
But hee is dround; and these are diuels; O defend
Ste. Foure legges and two voyces; a most delicate
Monster: his forward voyce now is to speake well of
his friend; his backward voiceis to vtter foule speeches
and to detract: if all the wine in my bottle will recouer
himI will helpe his Ague: Come: AmenI will
poure some in thy other mouth
Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercymercy:
This is a diuelland no Monster: I will leaue himI
haue no long Spoone
Tri. Stephano: if thou beest Stephanotouch meand
speake to me: for I am Trinculo; be not afeardthy
good friend Trinculo
Ste. If thou bee'st Trinculo: come forth: I'le pull
thee by the lesser legges: if any be Trinculo's legges
these are they: Thou art very Trinculo indeede: how
cam'st thou to be the siege of this Moone-calfe? Can
he vent Trinculo's?
Tri. I tooke him to be kil'd with a thunder-strok; but
art thou not dround Stephano: I hope now thou art
not dround: Is the Storme ouer-blowne? I hid mee
vnder the dead Moone-Calfes Gaberdinefor feare of
the Storme: And art thou liuing Stephano? O Stephano
two Neapolitanes scap'd?
Ste. 'Prethee doe not turne me aboutmy stomacke
is not constant
Cal. These be fine thingsand if they be not sprights:
that's a braue Godand beares Celestiall liquor: I will
kneele to him
Ste. How did'st thou scape?
How cam'st thou hither?
Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam'st hither: I escap'd
vpon a But of Sackewhich the Saylors heaued o'reboord
by this Bottle which I made of the barke of
a Treewith mine owne handssince I was cast a'shore
Cal. I'le sweare vpon that Bottleto be thy true subiect
for the liquor is not earthly
St. Heere: sweare then how thou escap'dst
Tri. Swom ashore (man) like a Ducke: I can swim
like a Ducke i'le be sworne
Ste. Herekisse the Booke.
Though thou canst swim like a Duckethou art made
like a Goose
Tri. O Stephanoha'st any more of this?
Ste. The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rocke
by th' sea-sidewhere my Wine is hid:
How now Moone-Calfehow do's thine Ague?
Cal. Ha'st thou not dropt from heauen?
Ste. Out o'th Moone I doe assure thee. I was the
Man ith' Moonewhen time was
Cal. I haue seene thee in her: and I doe adore thee:
My Mistris shew'd me theeand thy Dogand thy Bush
Ste. Comesweare to that: kisse the Booke: I will
furnish it anon with new Contents: Sweare
Tri. By this good lightthis is a very shallow Monster:
I afeard of him? a very weake Monster:
The Man ith' Moone?
A most poore creadulous Monster:
Well drawne Monsterin good sooth
Cal. Ile shew thee euery fertill ynch o'th Island: and
I will kisse thy foote: I prethee be my god
Tri. By this lighta most perfidiousand drunken
Monsterwhen's god's a sleepe he'll rob his Bottle
Cal. Ile kisse thy footIle sweare my selfe thy Subiect
Ste. Come on then: downe and sweare
Tri. I shall laugh my selfe to death at this puppi-headed
Monster: a most scuruie Monster: I could finde in
my heart to beate him
Tri. But that the poore Monster's in drinke:
An abhominable Monster
Cal. I'le shew thee the best Springs: I'le plucke thee
Berries: I'le fish for thee; and get thee wood enough.
A plague vpon the Tyrant that I serue;
I'le beare him no more Stickesbut follow theethou
Tri. A most rediculous Monsterto make a wonder of
a poore drunkard
Cal. I 'prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow;
and I with my long nayles will digge thee pig-nuts;
show thee a Iayes nestand instruct thee how to snare
the nimble Marmazet: I'le bring thee to clustring
Philbirtsand sometimes I'le get thee young Scamels
from the Rocke: Wilt thou goe with me?
Ste. I pre'thee now lead the way without any more
talking. Trinculothe Kingand all our company else
being droundwee will inherit here: Here; beare my
Bottle: Fellow Trinculo; we'll fill him by and by againe.
Caliban Sings drunkenly.
Farewell Master; farewellfarewell
Tri. A howling Monster: a drunken Monster
Cal. No more dams I'le make for fish
Nor fetch in firingat requiring
Nor scrape trencheringnor wash dish
Ban' ban' Cacalyban
Has a new Masterget a new Man.
Freedomehigh-dayhigh-day freedomefreedome highday
Ste. O braue Monster; lead the way.
Actus Tertius. Scoena Prima.
Enter Ferdinand (bearing a Log.)
Fer. There be some Sports are painfull; & their labor
Delight in them set off: Some kindes of basenesse
Are nobly vndergon; and most poore matters
Point to rich ends: this my meane Taske
Would be as heauy to meas odiousbut
The Mistris which I seruequickens what's dead
And makes my labourspleasures: O She is
Ten times more gentlethen her Father's crabbed;
And he's compos'd of harshnesse. I must remoue
Some thousands of these Logsand pile them vp
Vpon a sore iniunction; my sweet Mistris
Weepes when she sees me worke& saiessuch basenes
Had neuer like Executor: I forget:
But these sweet thoughtsdoe euen refresh my labours
Most busie lestwhen I doe it.
Enter Miranda | and Prospero.
Mir. Alasnow pray you
Worke not so hard: I would the lightning had
Burnt vp those Logs that you are enioynd to pile:
Pray set it downeand rest you: when this burnes
'Twill weepe for hauing wearied you: my Father
Is hard at study; pray now rest your selfe
Hee's safe for these three houres
Fer. O most deere Mistris
The Sun will set before I shall discharge
What I must striue to do
Mir. If you'l sit downe
Ile beare your Logges the while: pray giue me that
Ile carry it to the pile
Fer. No precious Creature
I had rather cracke my sinewesbreake my backe
Then you should such dishonor vndergoe
While I sit lazy by
Mir. It would become me
As well as it do's you; and I should do it
With much more ease: for my good will is to it
And yours it is against
Pro. Poore worme thou art infected
This visitation shewes it
Mir. You looke wearily
Fer. Nonoble Mistris'tis fresh morning with me
When you are by at night: I do beseech you
Cheefelythat I might set it in my prayers
What is your name?
Mir. MirandaO my Father
I haue broke your hest to say so
Fer. Admir'd Miranda
Indeede the top of Admirationworth
What's deerest to the world: full many a Lady
I haue ey'd with best regardand many a time
Th' harmony of their tongueshath into bondage
Brought my too diligent eare: for seuerall vertues
Haue I lik'd seuerall womenneuer any
With so full soulebut some defect in her
Did quarrell with the noblest grace she ow'd
And put it to the foile. But youO you
So perfectand so peerlesseare created
Of euerie Creatures best
Mir. I do not know
One of my sexe; no womans face remember
Saue from my glassemine owne: Nor haue I seene
More that I may call menthen you good friend
And my deere Father: how features are abroad
I am skillesse of; but by my modestie
(The iewell in my dower) I would not wish
Any Companion in the world but you:
Nor can imagination forme a shape
Besides your selfeto like of: but I prattle
Something too wildelyand my Fathers precepts
I therein do forget
Fer. I amin my condition
A Prince (Miranda) I do thinke a King
(I would not so) and would no more endure
This wodden slaueriethen to suffer
The flesh-flie blow my mouth: heare my soule speake.
The verie instant that I saw youdid
My heart flie to your seruicethere resides
To make me slaue to itand for your sake
Am I this patient Logge-man
Mir. Do you loue me?
Fer. O heauen; O earthbeare witnes to this sound
And crowne what I professe with kinde euent
If I speake true: if hollowlyinuert
What best is boaded meto mischiefe: I
Beyond all limit of what else i'th world
Do loueprizehonor you
Mir. I am a foole
To weepe at what I am glad of
Pro. Faire encounter
Of two most rare affections: heauens raine grace
On that which breeds betweene 'em
Fer. Wherefore weepe you?
Mir. At mine vnworthinessethat dare not offer
What I desire to giue; and much lesse take
What I shall die to want: But this is trifling
And all the more it seekes to hide it selfe
The bigger bulke it shewes. Hence bashfull cunning
And prompt me plaine and holy innocence.
I am your wifeif you will marrie me;
If notIle die your maid: to be your fellow
You may denie mebut Ile be your seruant
Whether you will or no
Fer. My Mistris (deerest)
And I thus humble euer
Mir. My husband then?
Fer. Iwith a heart as willing
As bondage ere of freedome: heere's my hand
Mir. And minewith my heart in't; and now farewel
Till halfe an houre hence
Fer. A thousandthousand.
Pro. So glad of this as they I cannot be
Who are surpriz'd with all; but my reioycing
At nothing can be more: Ile to my booke
For yet ere supper timemust I performe
Much businesse appertaining.
Enter CalibanStephanoand Trinculo.
Ste. Tell not mewhen the But is out we will drinke
waternot a drop before; therefore beare vp& boord
em' Seruant Monsterdrinke to me
Trin. Seruant Monster? the folly of this Ilandthey
say there's but fiue vpon this Isle; we are three of them
if th' other two be brain'd like vsthe State totters
Ste. Drinke seruant Monster when I bid theethy
eies are almost set in thy head
Trin. Where should they bee set else? hee were a
braue Monster indeede if they were set in his taile
Ste. My man-Monster hath drown'd his tongue in
sacke: for my part the Sea cannot drowne meeI swam
ere I could recouer the shorefiue and thirtie Leagues
off and onby this light thou shalt bee my Lieutenant
Monsteror my Standard
Trin. Your Lieutenant if you listhee's no standard
Ste. Weel not run Monsieur Monster
Trin. Nor go neither: but you'l lie like dogsand yet
say nothing neither
Ste. Moone-calfespeak once in thy lifeif thou beest
a good Moone-calfe
Cal. How does thy honour? Let me licke thy shooe:
Ile not serue himhe is not valiant
Trin. Thou liest most ignorant MonsterI am in case
to iustle a Constable: whythou debosh'd Fish thou
was there euer man a Cowardthat hath drunk so much
Sacke as I to day? wilt thou tell a monstrous liebeing
but halfe a Fishand halfe a Monster?
Cal. Loehow he mockes mewilt thou let him my
Trin. Lordquoth he? that a Monster should be such
Cal. Loeloe againe: bite him to death I prethee
Ste. Trinculokeepe a good tongue in your head: If
you proue a mutineerethe next Tree: the poore Monster's
my subiectand he shall not suffer indignity
Cal. I thanke my noble Lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd
to hearken once againe to the suite I made to thee?
Ste. Marry will I: kneeleand repeate it
I will standand so shall Trinculo.
Enter Ariell inuisible.
Cal. As I told thee beforeI am subiect to a Tirant
A Sorcererthat by his cunning hath cheated me
Of the Island
Ariell. Thou lyest
Cal. Thou lyestthou iesting Monkey thou:
I would my valiant Master would destroy thee.
I do not lye
Ste. Trinculoif you trouble him any more in's tale
By this handI will supplant some of your teeth
Trin. WhyI said nothing
Ste. Mum thenand no more: proceed
Cal. I say by Sorcery he got this Isle
From mehe got it. If thy Greatnesse will
Reuenge it on him(for I know thou dar'st)
But this Thing dare not
Ste. That's most certaine
Cal. Thou shalt be Lord of itand Ile serue thee
Ste. How now shall this be compast?
Canst thou bring me to the party?
Cal. Yeayea my LordIle yeeld him thee asleepe
Where thou maist knocke a naile into his head
Ariell. Thou liestthou canst not
Cal. What a py'de Ninnie's this? Thou scuruy patch:
I do beseech thy Greatnesse giue him blowes
And take his bottle from him: When that's gone
He shall drinke nought but brinefor Ile not shew him
Where the quicke Freshes are
Ste. Trinculorun into no further danger:
Interrupt the Monster one word furtherand by this
handIle turne my mercie out o' dooresand make a
Stockfish of thee
Trin. Whywhat did I? I did nothing:
Ile go farther off
Ste. Didst thou not say he lyed?
Ariell. Thou liest
Ste. Do I so? Take thou that
As you like thisgiue me the lye another time
Trin. I did not giue the lie: Out o'your wittesand
A pox o'your bottlethis can Sacke and drinking doo:
A murren on your Monsterand the diuell take your
Ste. Now forward with your Tale: prethee stand
Cal. Beate him enough: after a little time
Ile beate him too
Ste. Stand farther: Come proceede
Cal. Whyas I told thee'tis a custome with him
I'th afternoone to sleepe: there thou maist braine him
Hauing first seiz'd his bookes: Or with a logge
Batter his skullor paunch him with a stake
Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember
First to possesse his Bookes; for without them
Hee's but a Sotas I am; nor hath not
One Spirit to command: they all do hate him
As rootedly as I. Burne but his Bookes
He ha's braue Vtensils (for so he calles them)
Which when he ha's a househee'l decke withall.
And that most deeply to consideris
The beautie of his daughter: he himselfe
Cals her a non-pareill: I neuer saw a woman
But onely Sycorax my Damand she;
But she as farre surpasseth Sycorax
As great'st do's least
Ste. Is it so braue a Lasse?
Cal. I Lordshe will become thy bedI warrant
And bring thee forth braue brood
Ste. MonsterI will kill this man: his daughter and
I will be King and Queenesaue our Graces: and Trinculo
and thy selfe shall be Viceroyes:
Dost thou like the plot Trinculo?
Ste. Giue me thy handI am sorry I beate thee:
But while thou liu'st keepe a good tongue in thy head
Cal. Within this halfe houre will he be asleepe
Wilt thou destroy him then?
Ste. I on mine honour
Ariell. This will I tell my Master
Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure
Let vs be iocond. Will you troule the Catch
You taught me but whileare?
Ste. At thy request MonsterI will do reason
Any reason: Come on Trinculolet vs sing.
Flout 'emand cout 'em: and skowt 'emand flout 'em
Thought is free
Cal. That's not the tune.
Ariell plaies the tune on a Tabor and Pipe.
Ste. What is this same?
Trin. This is the tune of our Catchplaid by the picture
Ste. If thou beest a manshew thy selfe in thy likenes:
If thou beest a diuelltake't as thou list
Trin. O forgiue me my sinnes
Ste. He that dies payes all debts: I defie thee;
Mercy vpon vs
Cal. Art thou affeard?
Ste. No Monsternot I
Cal. Be not affeardthe Isle is full of noyses
Soundsand sweet airesthat giue delight and hurt not:
Sometimes a thousand twangling Instruments
Will hum about mine eares; and sometime voices
That if I then had wak'd after long sleepe
Will make me sleepe againeand then in dreaming
The clouds methought would openand shew riches
Ready to drop vpon methat when I wak'd
I cri'de to dreame againe
Ste. This will proue a braue kingdome to me
Where I shall haue my Musicke for nothing
Cal. When Prospero is destroy'd
Ste. That shall be by and by:
I remember the storie
Trin. The sound is going away
Lets follow itand after do our worke
Ste. Leade Monster
Wee'l follow: I would I could see this Taborer
He layes it on
Trin. Wilt come?
Ile follow Stephano.
Gon. By'r lakinI can goe no furtherSir
My old bones akes: here's a maze trod indeede
Through fourth-rights& Meanders: by your patience
I needes must rest me
Al. Old LordI cannot blame thee
Whoam my selfe attach'd with wearinesse
To th' dulling of my spirits: Sit downeand rest:
Euen here I will put off my hopeand keepe it
No longer for my Flatterer: he is droun'd
Whom thus we stray to findeand the Sea mocks
Our frustrate search on land: welllet him goe
Ant. I am right gladthat he's so out of hope:
Doe not for one repulse forgoe the purpose
That you resolu'd t' effect
Seb. The next aduantage will we take throughly
Ant. Let it be to night
For now they are oppress'd with trauailethey
Will notnor cannot vse such vigilance
As when they are fresh.
Solemne and strange Musicke: and Prosper on the top (inuisible:)
Enter seuerall strange shapesbringing in a Banket; and dance
about it with
gentle actions of salutationsand inuiting the King&c. to eate
Seb. I say to night: no more
Al. What harmony is this? my good friendsharke
Gon. Maruellous sweet Musicke
Alo. Giue vs kind keepersheaue[n]s: what were these?
Seb. A liuing Drolerie: now I will beleeue
That there are Vnicornes: that in Arabia
There is one Treethe Phoenix throneone Phoenix
At this houre reigning there
Ant. Ile beleeue both:
And what do's else want creditcome to me
And Ile besworne 'tis true: Trauellers nere did lye
Though fooles at home condemne 'em
Gon. If in Naples
I should report this nowwould they beleeue me?
If I should say I saw such Islands;
(For certesthese are people of the Island)
Who though they are of monstrous shapeyet note
Their manners are more gentlekindethen of
Our humaine generation you shall finde
Manynay almost any
Pro. Honest Lord
Thou hast said well: for some of you there present;
Are worse then diuels
Al. I cannot too much muse
Such shapessuch gestureand such sound expressing
(Although they want the vse of tongue) a kinde
Of excellent dumbe discourse
Pro. Praise in departing
Fr. They vanish'd strangely
Seb. No mattersince
They haue left their Viands behinde; for wee haue stomacks.
Wilt please you taste of what is here?
Alo. Not I
Gon. Faith Siryou neede not feare: when wee were Boyes
Who would beleeue that there were Mountayneeres
Dew-laptlike Bulswhose throats had hanging at 'em
Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men
Whose heads stood in their brests? which now we finde
Each putter out of fiue for onewill bring vs
Good warrant of
Al. I will stand toand feede
Although my lastno mattersince I feele
The best is past: brother: my Lordthe Duke
Stand tooand doe as we.
Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariell (like a Harpey) claps his
the Tableand with a quient deuice the Banquet vanishes.
Ar. You are three men of sinnewhom destiny
That hath to instrument this lower world
And what is in't: the neuer surfeited Sea
Hath caus'd to belch vp you: and on this Island
Where man doth not inhabityou 'mongst men
Being most vnfit to liue: I haue made you mad;
And euen with such like valourmen hangand drowne
Their proper selues: you foolesI and my fellowes
Are ministers of Fatethe Elements
Of whom your swords are temper'dmay as well
Wound the loud windesor with bemockt-at-Stabs
Kill the still closing watersas diminish
One dowle that's in my plumbe: My fellow ministers
Are like-invulnerable: if you could hurt
Your swords are now too massie for your strengths
And will not be vplifted: But remember
(For that's my businesse to you) that you three
From Millaine did supplant good Prospero
Expos'd vnto the Sea (which hath requit it)
Himand his innocent childe: for which foule deed
The Powresdelaying (not forgetting) haue
Incens'd the Seasand Shores; yeaall the Creatures
Against your peace: Thee of thy SonneAlonso
They haue bereft; and doe pronounce by me
Lingring perdition (worse then any death
Can be at once) shall stepby step attend
Youand your wayeswhose wraths to guard you from
Which herein this most desolate Isleelse fals
Vpon your headsis nothing but hearts-sorrow
And a cleere life ensuing.
He vanishes in Thunder: then (to soft Musicke.) Enter the shapes
and daunce (with mockes and mowes) and carrying out the Table.
Pro. Brauely the figure of this Harpiehast thou
Perform'd (my Ariell) a grace it had deuouring:
Of my Instructionhast thou nothing bated
In what thou had'st to say: so with good life
And obseruation strangemy meaner ministers
Their seuerall kindes haue done: my high charmes work
And these (mine enemies) are all knit vp
In their distractions: they now are in my powre;
And in these fitsI leaue themwhile I visit
Yong Ferdinand (whom they suppose is droun'd)
And hisand mine lou'd darling
Gon. I'th name of something holySirwhy stand you
In this strange stare?
Al. Oit is monstrous: monstrous:
Me thought the billowes spokeand told me of it
The windes did sing it to me: and the Thunder
(That deepe and dreadfull Organ-Pipe) pronounc'd
The name of Prosper: it did base my Trespasse
Therefore my Sonne i'th Ooze is bedded; and
I'le seeke him deeper then ere plummet sounded
And with him there lye mudded.
Seb. But one feend at a time
Ile fight their Legions ore
Ant. Ile be thy Second.
Gon. All three of them are desperate: their great guilt
(Like poyson giuen to worke a great time after)
Now gins to bite the spirits: I doe beseech you
(That are of suppler ioynts) follow them swiftly
And hinder them from what this extasie
May now prouoke them to
Ad. FollowI pray you.
Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
Enter ProsperoFerdinandand Miranda.
Pro. If I haue too austerely punish'd you
Your compensation makes amendsfor I
Haue giuen you herea third of mine owne life
Or that for which I liue: whoonce againe
I tender to thy hand: All thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy loueand thou
Hast strangely stood the test: hereafore heauen
I ratifie this my rich guift: O Ferdinand
Doe not smile at methat I boast her of
For thou shalt finde she will out-strip all praise
And make it haltbehinde her
Fer. I doe beleeue it
Against an Oracle
Pro. Thenas my guestand thine owne acquisition
Worthily purchas'dtake my daughter: But
If thou do'st breake her Virgin-knotbefore
All sanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy rightbe ministred
No sweet aspersion shall the heauens let fall
To make this contract grow; but barraine hate
Sower-ey'd disdaineand discord shall bestrew
The vnion of your bedwith weedes so loathly
That you shall hate it both: Therefore take heede
As Hymens Lamps shall light you
Fer. As I hope
For quiet dayesfaire Issueand long life
With such loueas 'tis now the murkiest den
The most opportune placethe strongst suggestion
Our worser Genius canshall neuer melt
Mine honor into lustto take away
The edge of that dayes celebration
When I shall thinkeor Phoebus Steeds are founderd
Or Night kept chain'd below
Pro. Fairely spoke;
Sit thenand talke with hershe is thine owne;
What Ariell; my industrious serua[n]t Ariell.
Ar. What would my potent master? here I am
Pro. Thouand thy meaner fellowesyour last seruice
Did worthily performe: and I must vse you
In such another tricke: goe bring the rabble
(Ore whom I giue thee powre) hereto this place:
Incite them to quicke motionfor I must
Bestow vpon the eyes of this yong couple
Some vanity of mine Art: it is my promise
And they expect it from me
Pro. I: with a twincke
Ar. Before you can say comeand goe
And breathe twice; and crysoso:
Each one tripping on his Toe
Will be here with mopand mowe.
Doe you loue me Master? no?
Pro. Dearelymy delicate Ariell: doe not approach
Till thou do'st heare me call
Ar. Well: I conceiue.
Pro. Looke thou be true: doe not giue dalliance
Too much the raigne: the strongest oathesare straw
To th' fire ith' blood: be more abstenious
Or else good night your vow
Fer. I warrant youSir
The white cold virgin Snowvpon my heart
Abates the ardour of my Liuer
Now come my Ariellbring a Corolary
Rather then want a Spirit; appear& pertly.
No tongue: all eyes: be silent.
Ir. Ceresmost bounteous Ladythy rich Leas
Of WheateRyeBarleyFetchesOates and Pease;
Thy Turphie-Mountaineswhere liue nibling Sheepe
And flat Medes thetchd with Stouerthem to keepe:
Thy bankes with pionedand twilled brims
Which spungie Aprillat thy hest betrims;
To make cold Nymphes chast crownes; & thy broomegroues;
Whose shadow the dismissed Batchelor loues
Being lasse-lorne: thy pole-clipt vineyard
And thy Sea-marge stirrileand rockey-hard
Where thou thy selfe do'st ayrethe Queene o'th Skie
Whose watry Archand messengeram I.
Bids thee leaue these& with her soueraigne grace
Here on this grasse-plotin this very place
To comeand sport: here Peacocks flye amaine:
Approachrich Ceresher to entertaine.
Cer. Hailemany-coloured Messengerthat nere
Do'st disobey the wife of Iupiter:
Whowith thy saffron wingsvpon my flowres
Diffusest hony dropsrefreshing showres
And with each end of thy blew bowe do'st crowne
My boskie acresand my vnshrubd downe
Rich scarph to my proud earth: why hath thy Queene
Summond me hitherto this short gras'd Greene?
Ir. A contract of true Loueto celebrate
And some donation freely to estate
On the bles'd Louers
Cer. Tell me heauenly Bowe
If Venus or her Sonneas thou do'st know
Doe now attend the Queene? since they did plot
The meanesthat duskie Dismy daughter got
Herand her blind-Boyes scandald company
I haue forsworne
Ir. Of her societie
Be not afraid: I met her deitie
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos: and her Son
Doue-drawn with her: here thought they to haue done
Some wanton charmevpon this Man and Maide
Whose vowes arethat no bed-right shall be paid
Till Hymens Torch be lighted: but in vaine
Marses hot Minion is returnd againe
Her waspish headed sonnehas broke his arrowes
Swears he will shoote no morebut play with Sparrows
And be a Boy right out
Cer. Highest Queene of State
Great Iuno comesI know her by her gate
Iu. How do's my bounteous sister? goe with me
To blesse this twainethat they may prosperous be
And honourd in their Issue.
Long continuanceand encreasing
Hourely ioyesbe still vpon you
Iuno sings her blessings on you.
Earths increasefoyzon plentie
Barnesand Garnersneuer empty.
Vineswith clustring bunches growing
Plantswith goodly burthen bowing:
Spring come to you at the farthest
In the very end of Haruest.
Scarcity and want shall shun you
Ceres blessing so is on you
Fer. This is a most maiesticke visionand
Harmonious charmingly: may I be bold
To thinke these spirits?
Pro. Spiritswhich by mine Art
I haue from their confines call'd to enact
My present fancies
Fer. Let me liue here euer
So rare a wondred Fatherand a wise
Makes this place Paradise
Pro. Sweet nowsilence:
Iuno and Ceres whisper seriously
There's something else to doe: hushand be mute
Or else our spell is mar'd.
Iuno and Ceres whisperand send Iris on employment.
Iris. You Nimphs cald Nayades of y windring brooks
With your sedg'd crownesand euer-harmelesse lookes
Leaue your crispe channelsand on this green-Land
Answere your summonsIuno do's command.
Come temperate Nimphesand helpe to celebrate
A Contract of true Loue: be not too late.
Enter Certaine Nimphes.
You Sun-burn'd Sicklemen of August weary
Come hether from the furrowand be merry
Make holly day: your Rye-straw hats put on
And these fresh Nimphes encounter euery one
In Country footing.
Enter certaine Reapers (properly habited:) they ioyne with the
in a gracefull dancetowards the end whereofProspero starts
and speakesafter which to a strange hollow and confused noyse
Pro. I had forgot that foule conspiracy
Of the beast Callibanand his confederates
Against my life: the minute of their plot
Is almost come: Well doneauoid: no more
Fer. This is strange: your fathers in some passion
That workes him strongly
Mir. Neuer till this day
Saw I him touch'd with angerso distemper'd
Pro. You doe looke (my son) in a mou'd sort
As if you were dismaid: be cheerefull Sir
Our Reuels now are ended: These our actors
(As I foretold you) were all Spiritsand
Are melted into Ayreinto thin Ayre
And like the baselesse fabricke of this vision
The Clowd-capt Towresthe gorgeous Pallaces
The solemne Templesthe great Globe it selfe
Yeaall which it inheritshall dissolue
And like this insubstantiall Pageant faded
Leaue not a racke behinde: we are such stuffe
As dreames are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleepe: SirI am vext
Beare with my weakenessemy old braine is troubled:
Be not disturb'd with my infirmitie
If you be pleas'dretire into my Cell
And there reposea turne or twoIle walke
To still my beating minde
Fer. Mir. We wish your peace.
Pro. Come with a thought; I thank thee Ariell: come.
Ar. Thy thoughts I cleaue towhat's thy pleasure?
Pro. Spirit: We must prepare to meet with Caliban
Ar. I my Commanderwhen I presented Ceres
I thought to haue told thee of itbut I fear'd
Least I might anger thee
Pro. Say againwhere didst thou leaue these varlots?
Ar. I told you Sirthey were red-hot with drinking
So full of valourthat they smote the ayre
For breathing in their faces: beate the ground
For kissing of their feete; yet alwaies bending
Towards their proiect: then I beate my Tabor
At which like vnback't colts they prickt their eares
Aduanc'd their eye-lidslifted vp their noses
As they smelt musickeso I charm'd their eares
That Calfe-likethey my lowing follow'dthrough
Tooth'd briarssharpe firzespricking gosse& thorns
Which entred their fraile shins: at last I left them
I'th' filthy mantled poole beyond your Cell
There dancing vp to th' chinsthat the fowle Lake
Ore-stunck their feet
Pro. This was well done (my bird)
Thy shape inuisible retaine thou still:
The trumpery in my housegoe bring it hither
For stale to catch these theeues
Ar. I goI goe.
Pro. A Deuilla borne-Deuillon whose nature
Nurture can neuer sticke: on whom my paines
Humanely takenallall lostquite lost
Andas with agehis body ouglier growes
So his minde cankers: I will plague them all
Euen to roaring: Comehang on them this line.
Enter Ariellloaden with glistering apparell&c. Enter Caliban
Stephanoand Trinculoall wet.
Cal. Pray you tread softlythat the blinde Mole may
not heare a foot fall: we now are neere his Cell
St. Monsteryour Fairyw you say is a harmles Fairy
Has done little better then plaid the Iacke with vs
Trin. MonsterI do smell all horse-pisseat which
My nose is in great indignation
Ste. So is mine. Do you heare Monster: If I should
Take a displeasure against you: Looke you
Trin. Thou wert but a lost Monster
Cal. Good my Lordgiue me thy fauour stil
Be patientfor the prize Ile bring thee too
Shall hudwinke this mischance: therefore speake softly
All's husht as midnight yet
Trin. Ibut to loose our bottles in the Poole
Ste. There is not onely disgrace and dishonor in that
Monsterbut an infinite losse
Tr. That's more to me then my wetting:
Yet this is your harmlesse FairyMonster
Ste. I will fetch off my bottle
Though I be o're eares for my labour
Cal. Pre-thee (my King) be quiet. Seest thou heere
This is the mouth o'th Cell: no noiseand enter:
Do that good mischeefewhich may make this Island
Thine owne for euerand I thy Caliban
For aye thy foot-licker
Ste. Giue me thy hand
I do begin to haue bloody thoughts
Trin. O King StephanoO Peere: O worthy Stephano
Looke what a wardrobe heere is for thee
Cal. Let it alone thou fooleit is but trash
Tri. OhhoMonster: wee know what belongs to a
fripperyO King Stephano
Ste. Put off that gowne (Trinculo) by this hand Ile
haue that gowne
Tri. Thy grace shall haue it
Cal. The dropsie drowne this foolewhat doe you meane
To doate thus on such luggage? let's alone
And doe the murther first: if he awake
From toe to crowne hee'l fill our skins with pinches
Make vs strange stuffe
Ste. Be you quiet (Monster) Mistris lineis not this
my Ierkin? how is the Ierkin vnder the line: now Ierkin
you are like to lose your haire& proue a bald Ierkin
Trin. Doedoe; we steale by lyne and leuelland't
like your grace
Ste. I thank thee for that iest; heer's a garment for't:
Wit shall not goe vn-rewarded while I am King of this
Country: Steale by line and leuellis an excellent passe
of pate: there's another garment for't
Tri. Monstercome put some Lime vpon your fingers
and away with the rest
Cal. I will haue none on't: we shall loose our time
And all be turn'd to Barnaclesor to Apes
With foreheads villanous low
Ste. Monsterlay to your fingers: helpe to beare this
awaywhere my hogshead of wine isor Ile turne you
out of my kingdome: goe tocarry this
Tri. And this
Ste. Iand this.
A noyse of Hunters heard. Enter diuers Spirits in shape of Dogs
Houndshunting them about: Prospero and Ariel setting them on.
Pro. Hey Mountainehey
Ari. Siluer: there it goesSiluer
Pro. FuryFury: there Tyrantthere: harkeharke.
Goecharge my Goblins that they grinde their ioynts
With dry Convultionsshorten vp their sinewes
With aged Cramps& more pinch-spotted make them
Then Pardor Cat o' Mountaine
Ari. Harkethey rore
Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this houre
Lies at my mercy all mine enemies:
Shortly shall all my labours endand thou
Shalt haue the ayre at freedome: for a little
Followand doe me seruice.
Actus quintus: Scoena Prima.
Enter Prospero (in his Magicke robes) and Ariel.
Pro. Now do's my Proiect gather to a head:
My charmes cracke not: my Spirits obeyand Time
Goes vpright with his carriage: how's the day?
Ar. On the sixt howerat which timemy Lord
You said our worke should cease
Pro. I did say so
When first I rais'd the Tempest: say my Spirit
How fares the Kingand's followers?
Ar. Confin'd together
In the same fashionas you gaue in charge
Iust as you left them; all prisoners Sir
In the Line-groue which weather-fends your Cell
They cannot boudge till your release: The King
His Brotherand yoursabide all three distracted
And the remainder mourning ouer them
Brim full of sorrowand dismay: but chiefly
Him that you term'd Sirthe good old Lord Gonzallo
His teares runs downe his beard like winters drops
From eaues of reeds: your charm so strongly works 'em
That if you now beheld themyour affections
Would become tender
Pro. Dost thou thinke soSpirit?
Ar. Mine wouldSirwere I humane
Pro. And mine shall.
Hast thou (which art but aire) a toucha feeling
Of their afflictionsand shall not my selfe
One of their kindethat rellish all as sharpely
Passion as theybe kindlier mou'd then thou art?
Thogh with their high wrongs I am strook to th' quick
Yetwith my nobler reasongainst my furie
Doe I take part: the rarer Action is
In vertuethen in vengeance: theybeing penitent
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frowne further: Goerelease them Ariell
My Charmes Ile breaketheir sences Ile restore
And they shall be themselues
Ar. Ile fetch themSir.
Pro. Ye Elues of hilsbrookssta[n]ding lakes & groues
And yethat on the sands with printlesse foote
Doe chase the ebbingNeptuneand doe flie him
When he comes backe: you demy-Puppetsthat
By Moone-shine doe the greene sowre Ringlets make
Whereof the Ewe not bites: and youwhose pastime
Is to make midnight-Mushrumpsthat reioyce
To heare the solemne Curfeweby whose ayde
(Weake Masters though ye be) I haue bedymn'd
The Noone-tide Suncall'd forth the mutenous windes
And twixt the greene Seaand the azur'd vault
Set roaring warre: To the dread ratling Thunder
Haue I giuen fireand rifted Ioues stowt Oke
With his owne Bolt: The strong bass'd promontorie
Haue I made shakeand by the spurs pluckt vp
The Pyneand Cedar. Graues at my command
Haue wak'd their sleepersop'dand let 'em forth
By my so potent Art. But this rough Magicke
I heere abiure: and when I haue requir'd
Some heauenly Musicke (which euen now I do)
To worke mine end vpon their Sencesthat
This Ayrie-charme is forI'le breake my staffe
Bury it certaine fadomes in the earth
And deeper then did euer Plummet sound
Ile drowne my booke.
Heere enters Ariel before: Then Alonso with a franticke gesture
by Gonzalo. Sebastian and Anthonio in like manner attended by
Francisco: They all enter the circle which Prospero had madeand
stand charm'd: which Prospero obseruingspeakes.
A solemne Ayreand the best comforter
To an vnsetled fancieCure thy braines
(Now vselesse) boile within thy skull: there stand
For you are Spell-stopt.
Holy GonzalloHonourable man
Mine eyes ev'n sociable to the shew of thine
Fall fellowly drops: The charme dissolues apace
And as the morning steales vpon the night
(Melting the darkenesse) so their rising sences
Begin to chace the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their cleerer reason. O good Gonzallo
My true preseruerand a loyall Sir
To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
Home both in wordand deede: Most cruelly
Did thou Alonsovse meand my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the Act
Thou art pinch'd for't now Sebastian. Fleshand bloud
Youbrother minethat entertaine ambition
Expelld remorseand naturewhomwith Sebastian
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong)
Would heere haue kill'd your King: I do forgiue thee
Vnnaturall though thou art: Their vnderstanding
Begins to swelland the approching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shore
That now ly fouleand muddy: not one of them
That yet lookes on meor would know me: Ariell
Fetch me the Hatand Rapier in my Cell
I will discase meand my selfe present
As I was sometime Millaine: quickly Spirit
Thou shalt ere long be free.
Ariell singsand helps to attire him.
Where the Bee sucksthere suck I
In a Cowslips bellI lie
There I cowch when Owles doe crie
On the Batts backe I doe flie
after Sommer merrily.
Merrilymerrilyshall I liue now
Vnder the blossom that hangs on the Bow
Pro. Why that's my dainty Ariell: I shall misse
Theebut yet thou shalt haue freedome: sososo
To the Kings shipinuisible as thou art
There shalt thou finde the Marriners asleepe
Vnder the Hatches: the Master and the Boat-swaine
Being awakeenforce them to this place;
And presentlyI pre'thee
Ar. I drinke the aire before meand returne
Or ere your pulse twice beate.
Gon. All tormenttroublewonderand amazement
Inhabits heere: some heauenly power guide vs
Out of this fearefull Country
Pro. Behold Sir King
The wronged Duke of MillaineProspero:
For more assurance that a liuing Prince
Do's now speake to theeI embrace thy body
And to theeand thy CompanyI bid
A hearty welcome
Alo. Where thou bee'st he or no
Or some inchanted triflle to abuse me
(As late I haue beene) I not know: thy Pulse
Beats as of fleshand blood: and since I saw thee
Th' affliction of my minde amendswith which
I feare a madnesse held me: this must craue
(And if this be at all) a most strange story.
Thy Dukedome I resigneand doe entreat
Thou pardon me my wrongs: But how shold Prospero
Be liuingand be heere?
Pro. Firstnoble Frend
Let me embrace thine agewhose honor cannot
Be measur'dor confin'd
Gonz. Whether this be
Or be notI'le not sweare
Pro. You doe yet taste
Some subtleties o'th' Islethat will nor let you
Beleeue things certaine: Wellcomemy friends all
But youmy brace of Lordswere I so minded
I heere could plucke his Highnesse frowne vpon you
And iustifie you Traitors: at this time
I will tell no tales
Seb. The Diuell speakes in him:
For you (most wicked Sir) whom to call brother
Would euen infect my mouthI do forgiue
Thy rankest fault; all of them: and require
My Dukedome of theewhichperforce I know
Thou must restore
Alo. If thou beest Prospero
Giue vs particulars of thy preseruation
How thou hast met vs heerewhom three howres since
Were wrackt vpon this shore? where I haue lost
(How sharp the point of this remembrance is)
My deere sonne Ferdinand
Pro. I am woe for'tSir
Alo. Irreparable is the losseand patience
Saiesit is past her cure
Pro. I rather thinke
You haue not sought her helpeof whose soft grace
For the like losseI haue her soueraigne aid
And rest my selfe content
Alo. You the like losse?
Pro. As great to meas lateand supportable
To make the deere lossehaue I meanes much weaker
Then you may call to comfort you; for I
Haue lost my daughter
Alo. A daughter?
Oh heauensthat they were liuing both in Naples
The King and Queene therethat they wereI wish
My selfe were mudded in that oozie bed
Where my sonne lies: when did you lose your daughter?
Pro. In this last Tempest. I perceiue these Lords
At this encounter doe so much admire
That they deuoure their reasonand scarce thinke
Their eies doe offices of Truth: Their words
Are naturall breath: but howsoeu'r you haue
Beene iustled from your sencesknow for certain
That I am Prosperoand that very Duke
Which was thrust forth of Millainewho most strangely
Vpon this shore (where you were wrackt) was landed
To be the Lord on't: No more yet of this
For 'tis a Chronicle of day by day
Not a relation for a break-fastnor
Befitting this first meeting: WelcomeSir;
This Cell's my Court: heere haue I few attendants
And Subiects none abroad: pray you looke in:
My Dukedome since you haue giuen me againe
I will requite you with as good a thing
At least bring forth a wonderto content ye
As muchas me my Dukedome.
Here Prospero discouers Ferdinand and Mirandaplaying at
Mir. Sweet Lordyou play me false
Fer. No my dearest loue
I would not for the world
Mir. Yesfor a score of Kingdomesyou should wrangle
And I would call it faire play
Alo. If this proue
A vision of the Islandone deere Sonne
Shall I twice loose
Seb. A most high miracle
Fer. Though the Seas threaten they are mercifull
I haue curs'd them without cause
Alo. Now all the blessings
Of a glad fathercompasse thee about:
Ariseand say how thou cam'st heere
Mir. O wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there heere?
How beauteous mankinde is? O braue new world
That has such people in't
Pro. 'Tis new to thee
Alo. What is this Maidwith whom thou was't at play?
Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three houres:
Is she the goddesse that hath seuer'd vs
And brought vs thus together?
Fer. Sirshe is mortall;
But by immortall prouidenceshe's mine;
I chose her when I could not aske my Father
For his aduise: nor thought I had one: She
Is daughter to this famous Duke of Millaine
Of whomso often I haue heard renowne
But neuer saw before: of whom I haue
Receiu'd a second life; and second Father
This Lady makes him to me
Alo. I am hers.
But Ohow odly will it soundthat I
Must aske my childe forgiuenesse?
Pro. There Sir stop
Let vs not burthen our remembranceswith
A heauinesse that's gon
Gon. I haue inly wept
Or should haue spoke ere this: looke downe you gods
And on this couple drop a blessed crowne;
For it is youthat haue chalk'd forth the way
Which brought vs hither
Alo. I say AmenGonzallo
Gon. Was Millaine thrust from Millainethat his Issue
Should become Kings of Naples? O reioyce
Beyond a common ioyand set it downe
With gold on lasting Pillers: In one voyage
Did Claribell her husband finde at Tunis
And Ferdinand her brotherfound a wife
Where he himselfe was lost: Prosperohis Dukedome
In a poore Isle: and all of vsour selues
When no man was his owne
Alo. Giue me your hands:
Let griefe and sorrow still embrace his heart
That doth not wish you ioy
Gon. Be it soAmen.
Enter Ariellwith the Master and Boatswaine amazedly following.
O looke Sirlooke Sirhere is more of vs:
I prophesi'dif a Gallowes were on Land
This fellow could not drowne: Now blasphemy
That swear'st Grace ore-boordnot an oath on shore
Hast thou no mouth by land?
What is the newes?
Bot. The best newes isthat we haue safely found
Our Kingand company: The next: our Ship
Which but three glasses sincewe gaue out split
Is tyteand yareand brauely rig'das when
We first put out to Sea
Ar. Sirall this seruice
Haue I done since I went
Pro. My tricksey Spirit
Alo. These are not naturall euentsthey strengthen
From strangeto stranger: sayhow came you hither?
Bot. If I did thinkeSirI were well awake
I'ld striue to tell you: we were dead of sleepe
And (how we know not) all clapt vnder hatches
Wherebut euen nowwith strangeand seuerall noyses
Of roringshreekinghowlinggingling chaines
And mo diuersitie of soundsall horrible.
We were awak'd: straight wayat liberty;
Where wein all our trimfreshly beheld
Our royallgoodand gallant Ship: our Master
Capring to eye her: on a triceso please you
Euen in a dreamewere we diuided from them
And were brought moaping hither
Ar. Was't well done?
Pro. Brauely (my diligence) thou shalt be free
Alo. This is as strange a Mazeas ere men trod
And there is in this businessemore then nature
Was euer conduct of: some Oracle
Must rectifie our knowledge
Pro. Sirmy Leige
Doe not infest your mindewith beating on
The strangenesse of this businesseat pickt leisure
(Which shall be shortly single) I'le resolue you
(Which to you shall seeme probable) of euery
These happend accidents: till whenbe cheerefull
And thinke of each thing well: Come hither Spirit
Set Calibanand his companions free:
Vntye the Spell: How fares my gracious Sir?
There are yet missing of your Companie
Some few odde Ladsthat you remember not.
Enter Arielldriuing in CalibanStephanoand Trinculo in their
Ste. Euery man shift for all the restand let
No man take care for himselfe; for all is
But fortune: Coragio Bully-Monster Coragio
Tri. If these be true spies which I weare in my head
here's a goodly sight
Cal. O Setebosthese be braue Spirits indeede:
How fine my Master is? I am afraid
He will chastise me
What things are thesemy Lord Anthonio?
Will money buy em?
Ant. Very like: one of them
Is a plaine Fishand no doubt marketable
Pro. Marke but the badges of these menmy Lords
Then say if they be true: This mishapen knaue;
His Mother was a Witchand one so strong
That could controle the Moone; make flowesand ebs
And deale in her commandwithout her power:
These three haue robd meand this demy-diuell;
(For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them
To take my life: two of these Fellowesyou
Must knowand ownethis Thing of darkenesseI
Cal. I shall be pincht to death
Alo. Is not this Stephanomy drunken Butler?
Seb. He is drunke now;
Where had he wine?
Alo. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they
Finde this grand Liquor that hath gilded 'em?
How cam'st thou in this pickle?
Tri. I haue bin in such a pickle since I saw you last
That I feare me will neuer out of my bones:
I shall not feare fly-blowing
Seb. Why how now Stephano?
Ste. O touch me notI am not Stephanobut a Cramp
Pro. You'ld be King o'the IsleSirha?
Ste. I should haue bin a sore one then
Alo. This is a strange thing as ere I look'd on
Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his Manners
As in his shape: Goe Sirhato my Cell
Take with you your Companions: as you looke
To haue my pardontrim it handsomely
Cal. I that I will: and Ile be wise hereafter
And seeke for grace: what a thrice double Asse
Was I to take this drunkard for a god?
And worship this dull foole?
Pro. Goe toaway
Alo. Henceand bestow your luggage where you found it
Seb. Or stole it rather
Pro. SirI inuite your Highnesseand your traine
To my poore Cell: where you shall take your rest
For this one nightwhich part of itIle waste
With such discourseas I not doubtshall make it
Goe quicke away: The story of my life
And the particular accidentsgon by
Since I came to this Isle: And in the morne
I'le bring you to your shipand so to Naples
Where I haue hope to see the nuptiall
Of these our deere-belou'dsolemnized
And thence retire me to my Millainewhere
Euery third thought shall be my graue
Alo. I long
To heare the story of your life; which must
Take the eare strangely
Pro. I'le deliuer all
And promise you calme Seasauspicious gales
And saileso expeditiousthat shall catch
Your Royall fleete farre off: My Ariel; chicke
That is thy charge: Then to the Elements
Be freeand fare thou well: please you draw neere.
EPILOGVEspoken by Prospero.
Now my Charmes are all ore-throwne
And what strength I haue's mine owne.
Which is most faint: now 'tis true
I must be heere confinde by you
Or sent to NaplesLet me not
Since I haue my Dukedome got
And pardon'd the deceiuerdwell
In this bare Islandby your Spell
But release me from my bands
With the helpe of your good hands:
Gentle breath of yoursmy Sailes
Must fillor else my proiect failes
Which was to please: Now I want
Spirits to enforce: Art to inchant
And my ending is despaire
Vnlesse I be relieu'd by praier
Which pierces sothat it assaults
Mercy it selfeand frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be
Let your Indulgence set me free.
The-an vn-inhabited Island
Names of the Actors.
AlonsoK[ing]. of Naples:
Sebastian his Brother.
Prosperothe right Duke of Millaine.
Anthonio his brotherthe vsurping Duke of Millaine.
FerdinandSon to the King of Naples.
Gonzaloan honest old Councellor.
Calibana saluage and deformed slaue.
Stephanoa drunken Butler.
Master of a Ship.
Mirandadaughter to Prospero.
Ariellan ayrie spirit.
FINIS. THE TEMPEST.