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Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot.

Pro.
Of the king's ship,
The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o' the fleet?

Ari.
Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stowed;
Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd
bour,

I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet,
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,2
Bound sadly home for Naples;
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great person perish.

Pro.
Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:
What is the time o' the day?

Ari.
Past the mid season.
Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six
and now,

Mist by us both be spent most preciously.
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give
me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd ine.

Pro.

How now? moody?

Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee?

What is't thou canst demand?

Ari.
My liberty.
Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Ari.
I pray thee
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst pro-
mise
To bate me a full year.
Pro.

Ari.

No.

Pro. Thou dost; and think'st

It much, to tread he ooze of the salt deep;
To run upon the sharp wind of the north;
To do me business in the veins o' the earth,
When it is bak'd with frost.

As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island (Save for the son that she did litter here, la-A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honoured with A human shape.

To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests," she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain
A dozen years; within which space she died,
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy
groans,

Thou hast: where was she born?
speak; tell me.
Ari. Sir, in Argier.'
Pro.

Ari.

I do not, sir.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou
forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and envy,
Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
Ari. No, sir.
Pro.

Ari.

Yes; Caliban, her son.
Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
What torment I did find thee in: thy groans
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts
Of ever angry bears: it was a torment
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo; it was mine art,
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.

Ari.

I thank thee, master.
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak,
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
Ari.
Pardon, master:
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gen1ly.
Pro.

Do so; and after two days

I will discharge thee.
Ari.
That's my noble master!
What shall I do? say what: what shall I do?
Pro. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea;
Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible
To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.

[Erit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.

Pro.
We'll visit Caliban, my
Yields us kind answer.
Mira.

Shake it off; come on; slave, who never

"Tis a villain, sir,

But, as 'tis,

I do not love to look on.
Pro.
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices
That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business
for thee;
Come forth, thou tortoise! when?

Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph.

Hark in thine ear.

O, was she so? I must,
Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forget st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know'st, was banished; for one thing she
did,
They would not take her life. Is not this true?
Ari. Av, sir.

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought
with child,
And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant:
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate

(1) Bermudas.

(2) Wave. (3) Algiers. |

Ari.
My lord, it shall be done. [Erit.
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil
himself

Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

Enter Caliban.

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,
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I must eat my dinner. Cal. This island's mine, by Sycorax, my mother, When thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, Tho strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st give me

Water with berries in't; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd
And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place,
fertile ;

Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms
OfSicorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
Fr I am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island.

Pro.

have

Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness; us'd thee, Flth as thou art, with human care; and lody'd thee In nine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate To honour of my child.

Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,
(The wild waves whist3)
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Hara, hara!

thee,

and

It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
This music crept by me upon the waters;
With its sweet air; thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather:-But 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.

Bur. Bogh, wowgh.
The watch-dogs bark:
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.
Hark, hark! Thear
The strain of strutting chanticlere,
Cry, Cuck-a-doodle-doo.

Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, o the earth?

[dispersedly.

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Ariel sings.

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Nithing of him that doth fale,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark! now I hear them, ling-dong, bell.
[Burden, ding-dong.

The ditty does remember my drown'd father:

Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans.

Pro.

Abhorred slave; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,

Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each

hour

One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known: But thy vile

Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:

(1) Fairics.

race,

Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good

natures

Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.

Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid2 you,
For learning me your language!

(2) Destroy.

Hag-seed, hence!
Pro.
Fe ch us in fuel; and be quick, thou were best,
To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
If thou nezlect'st, or dost unwillingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps;
Fil all thy bones with aches: make thee roar,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, pray thee !--

1 must obey: his art is of such power, It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him.

Pro.

Fer.

This is no mortal business, nor no sound
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
That the earth owes:-I hear it now above me.
What is't? a spirit?
Mira.
And say, what thou seest yond'.
Lord, how it looks about! Blieve me, sir,
Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath
It carries a brave form:-But 'tis a spirit.
such senses

[Aside.

So, slave; hence!
Erit Caliban.
Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing;
Fe dinand following him.
ARIEL'S SONG.

As we have, such: this gallant which thou seest
Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd
With grief, thal's beauty's canker, thou might'st
call him

A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find them.

I might call him
Mira.
A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.

Pro.

[Aside. It goes on, As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this.

Fer.

Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe my prayer May know, if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give, How I may bear me here: my prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! If you be maid, or no? Mira. My language? havens But, certainly a maid. Fer. Im the best of 'hem that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken.

No wonder, sir;

How! the best? Pro. What wert thou, if the king of Napies heard thee (4) Owns. (3) Still, silent.

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That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
The name thou ow'st not: and hast put thyself
Upon this island, as a spy, to win it

From me, the lord on't.

Soft, sir; one word more.-All They are both in either's powers: but this swift business

Fer.

I will resist such entertainment, till

Mine enemy has more power.

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Pro.

Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
And have no vigour in them.

Fer.

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No, as I am a man.
Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such
temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with 't.
Pro,
Follow me.- [To Ferd.
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come,
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Sca-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks,
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

No;

[He draws.
Mira.
O dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle, and not fearful.2

Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward;3
For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
And make thy weapon drop.

Fer.
So they are:
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats,
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prison, once a day,
Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I in such a prison.

Pro.
What, I say,
My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor;
Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy
conscience

Mira.
Beseech you, father!
Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments.
Mira.
Sir, have pity;

I'll be his surety.

Pro.

Mira.

My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man.

(1) Confuta.

(2) Frightful. (3) Guard.

Pro.
It works:-Come on.-
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel-Follow me.-
[To Ferd. and Mira.
Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To Ariel,
Mira.
Be of comfort,
My father's of a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted,
Which now came from him.

Pro.
Thou shalt be as free
As mountain winds: but then exactly do
points of my command.

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Silence: one word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
An advocate for an impostor? hush!

Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes as he,
Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
To the most of men this is a Caliban,

And they to him are angels.

Come on; obey:
[To Ferd.

Ari.

To the syllable.
Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt,

ACT II.

SCENE I-Another part of the island. Enter
Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,
Francisco, and others.

Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have

cause

(So have we all) of joy; for our escape
is much beyond our loss: our hint of wo
Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,
The masters of some merchant, and the merchant,
Have just our theme of wo: but for the miracle,
I mean our preservation, few in millions
Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort.

Alon.

Pr'ythee, peace.

Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.

Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

Gon. Sir.

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Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

Ant. So, you've pay'd.

Air. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,- The stomach of my sense: 'would I had never
Seb. Yet,
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence,
My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,
Who is so far from lialy remov'd,

der. Yet

Ant. He could not miss it.

Ar. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
delicate temperance.'
Of Napics and of Milan, what strange ish
Hath made his meal on thee!
Fran.
Sir, he may live;
I saw him beat the surges under him,
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted
The surge most swoln that met him: his bold
head

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.
Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly de-
livered.

Air. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.
Gen. Here is every thing advantageous to life.
fat. True; save means to live.
Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

at. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

Seb. With an eve of green in't.

Ant. He misses not much.

Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd green! As stooping to relieve him. I not doubt, He came alive to land.

Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is, indeed, almost beyond credit-)

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than stain'd with salt water.

Aut. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say, He lies?

Seb. Av, or very falsely pocket up his report. Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at the marraze of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis.

Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.

Air. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a paragon to their queen.

Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.

Ant. Widow? a pox o' that! how came that widow in? Widow Dido!

Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? good lord, how you take it!

Air. Widow Dido, said you? you make me
study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
Adr. Carthage?

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against

Gon. I assure you, Carthage.

Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp.
Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.
Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy

next?

Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple.

int. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands.

'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke

Alon.

No, no, he's gone. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss;

That would not bless our Europe with your daugh

ter,

But rather lose her to an African;

Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye,
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't."
Pr'ythee, peace.

Alon.
Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd
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Ant. And most chirurgeonly.
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
When you are cloudy.

Seb.
Foul weather?
Ant.
Very foul.
Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord,→
Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.
Seb.
Or docks, or mallows.
Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do?
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.
Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by contraries
Execute all things: for no kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters should not be known; no use of service,
Of riches or of poverty; no contracts,
Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:
No occupation; all men idle, all;
And women too; but innocent and pure:
No sovereignty:·
Seb.
And yet he would be king on't,
Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth for-

·

Gon. Ay?

Ant. Why, in good time.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis, at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen.

Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there.
Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
Ant. Q, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.
Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first gets the beginning.

I

day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.4

Gon. All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,

Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,

(1) Temperature. (2) Rank. (3) Shade of colour.

(4) Degrec or quality.

(5) The rack.

Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Whiles thou art waking.
Of its own kind, all foizon,' all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects?
Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves.
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir,
To excel the golden age.

'Save his majesty!

Seb.
Ant. Long live Gonzalo!
Gon.

And, do you mark me, sir?-Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: Thou dost talk no-
thing to me.

0,

Seb.
Thou dost snore distinctly;
There's meaning in thy snores.
Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,
Trebles thee o'er.

Seb.
Well; I am standing water.
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Seb.

Do so: to ebb,

Ant.

If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,

Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always Most often do so near the bottom run, use to laugh at nothing. By their own fear, or sloth. Seb. Pr'ythee, say on: Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim nothing to you; so you may continue, and laugh A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, Which throes thee much to yield. at nothing still.

Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.

Ant. What a blow was there given: Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.

Enter Ariel, invisible, playing solemn music.
Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.
Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.
Gon. No, I warrant you: I will not adventure
my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep,
for I am very heavy ?

Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
All sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant.)
". What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
d, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I
find,

They are inclined to do so.

Seb.
Please you, sir,
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.

Ant.

We two, my lord,

Will guard your person, while you take your rest,
And watch your safety.
Alon.

me,
That Ferdinand is drown'd?
Seb.
Ant.
Who's the next heir of Naples?

Seb.

Claribel.

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from. Naples
Can have no note, unless the sun were post,
(The mani' the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable: she, from whom
We were all sea-swallowed, though some cast again;
And, by that, destin'd to perform an act,
Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come,
In yours and my discharge.

Thank you: wondrous heavy.
[Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel.
Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.
Seb.
Why
Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not
Myself dispos'd to sleep.

Seb.
What stuff is this?-How say you?
'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis ;
So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
There is some space.

Ant.
A space whose every cubit
Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples ?-Keep in Tunis,

Ant.
Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
They fell together all, as by consent;
They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
Worthy Sebastian?-O, what might?-No more:-And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death
And yet methinks, I see it in thy face,
That now hath sciz'd them; why, they were no
What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee;
and

My strong imagination sees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.

Seb.
What, art thou waking?
Ant. Do you not hear me speak?
Seb.
I do; and, surely,
It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st
Out of thy sleep: what is it thou didst say?
This is a strange repose, to be asleep
With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
And yet so fast asleep.

Ant.
Noble Sebastian,
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; wink'st
(1) Plenty.

Ant.

Thus, sir:
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this
(Who shall be of as little memory,
When he is earth'd,) hath here almost persuaded
(For he's a spirit of persuasion only,)
The king, his son's alive; 'tis as impossible
That he's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here swims.
Seb. I have no hope
That he's undrown'd.

Ant.

O, out of that no hope,
What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is
Another way so high a hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with

He's gone.
Then, tell me,

worse

Than now they are: there be, that can rule Na-
ples,

As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate
As amply, and unnecessarily,

As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
For your advancement! Do you understand me?
Seb. Methinks I do.

Ant.
And how does your content
Tender your own good fortune?

Seb.

I remember

(2) A bird of the jack-daw kind.

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