ACT I. Miranda, daughter to Prospero. Ariel, an airy spirit. Iris, Ceres, Juno, spirits. Nymphs, Reapers, Other spirits attending on Prospero. Scene, the sea, with a ship; afterwards an uninhabited island. fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he SCENE I.—On a ship at sea. A storm, with be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. thunder and lightning. Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain. Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: take in the top-sail: tend to the master's whistle.-Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Alon. Good boatswain, have a care. Where's the master? Play the men. Boats. I pray now, keep below. Ant. Where is the master, boastwain ? Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: eilence: trouble us not. Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these ele Re-enter Boatswain. [Exeunt. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? For our case is as theirs. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by ments to silence, and work the peace of the present,2 This wide-chapped rascal ;-'Would, thou might'st we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. lie drowning, If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, The washing of ten tides! and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis- Gon. He'll be hanged yet; ebance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good Though every drop of water swear against it, hearts. Out of our way, I say. [Exit. And gape at wid'st to glut him. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: me- [A confused noise within.] Mercy on us!-We thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children!complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Farewell, brother!-We split, we split, we split. (1) Readily. (2) Present instant. (3) Incontinent. (4) Absolutely. Mira. But that I do not. Ant. Let's all sink with the king. (Erit. In the dark backward and abysm of time? Seb. Let's take leave of him. Exit. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam❜st here, Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of How thou cam'st here, thou may'st. sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: the wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit. SCENE II.-The island: before the cell of Prospero. Enter Prospero and Miranda. Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Pro. Mira. O, wo the day! No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, Mira. More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. 'Tis time The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. For thou must now know further. The hour's now come; I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Mira. Certainly, sir, I can. That this lives in thy mind? What secst thou else (1) Before. Pro. Twelve years since, Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and O, the heavens! Both, both, my girl. Mira. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,- I pray thee, mark me. Mira. Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. And him he play'd it for, he needs will be . Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties Mira. Pro. Now I arise: Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Than other princes can, that have more time tell me, If this might be a brother. Mira. I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have born bad sons. Pro. Now the condition. The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,' That wrings mine eyes. Pro. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which, this story Were most impertinent. Mira. That hour destroy us? Pro. Wherefore did they not Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not; (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir, (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm? Pro. Know thus far forth.By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Brought to this shore: and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star; whose influence But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Some tricks of desperation: all, but mariners, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair upstaring (then like reeds, not hair,) Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, Why, that's my spirit! And all the devils are here. Pro. Close by, my master. Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Not a hair perish'd; Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle-But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me, ness, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, (1) Thirsty. (2) Consideration. (5) Suggestion. (4) Sprinkled. (5) Stubborn resolution. Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs, Pro. Ari. Safely in harbour I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet, Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Pro. Ari. Mast by us both be spent most preciously. Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd ine. Pro. How now? moody? 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 promise To bate me a full year. Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee? Ari. Pro. Thou dost; and think'st No. 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. I do not, sir. Ari. 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. Thou hast: where was she born?! speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier.3 Pro. O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, 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? 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. 4 To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands, As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island 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. (2) Wave. (3) Algiers. | I do not love to look on. Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph. Hark in thine ear. 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, natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Cl. You taught me language; and my profit on't Hag-seed, hence! What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; I must obey: his art is of such power, Pro. [Aside. So, slave; hence! Re-enter Ari, invisible, playing and singing; ARIEL'S SONG. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd, Foot it featly here and there; Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. Hark, hark! Thear [dispersedly. [dispersedly. The strain of strutting chanticlere, Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, oi It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon (1) Fairies. (2) Destroy. (3) Still, silent. (4) Owns. |