ALONSO, King of Naples. SEBASTIAN, his Brother. THE TEMPEST DRAMATIS PERSONE. PROSPERO, the right Duke of Milan. STEPHANO, a drunken Butler. Master of a Ship, Boatswain, Marinera, ANTONIO, his Brother, the usurping Duke of ARIEL, an airy Spirit. Milan. CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave. TRINCULO, a Jester. IRIS, Other Spirits attending on Prospero. SCENE. The Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an Island. of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts!-Out of our way, I say. [Exit. methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt. Enter Mariners, wet. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [Exeunt. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? 58 Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist them, For our case is as theirs. Seb. This wide chapp'd rascal,-would thou might'st lie drowning, The washing of ten tides! Gon. He'll be hang'd yet, Though every drop of water swear against it, 64 And gape at wid'st to glut him. -- [A confused noise within,-'Mercy on us!''We split, we split!'-' Farewell, my wife and children!' 'Farewell, brother!'-'We split, we split, we split!'-] 67 [Exit. [Exit. Ant. Let's all sink wi' the king. Seb. Let's take leave of him. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit. SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of PROSPERO. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you 8 But that the sea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek, II Out three years old. 'Tis far off; 44 And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants. Had I not Four or five women once that tended me? Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it 48 That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else Thy father was the Duke of Milan and Mira. 51 O, the heavens! Mira. What foul play had we that we came fron thence? Or blessed was't we did? 20 Pro. 61 Both, both, my girl: Mira. By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither. O! my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance. Please you, further. 65 Pro. My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio, 68 71 I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should Mira. Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them, who t'advance, and who 80 To trash for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd 'em, Or else new form'd 'em: having both the key Mira. O, good sir! I do. 91 I pray thee, mark me. 88 I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind With that, which, but by being so retir'd, O'erpriz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Awak'd an evil nature; and my trust, Like a good parent, did beget of him A falsehood in its contrary as great 95 100 As my trust was; which had, indeed no limit, Dost thou hear? Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pre. To have no screen between this part he play'd 120 To think but nobly of my grandmother: Mira. 125 128 132 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 That hour destroy us? 137 Wherefore did they not Well demanded, wench: So dear the love my people bore me, nor set Alack! what trouble Pro. O, a cherubin 152 Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt, Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up 157 Against what should ensue. Mira. How came we ashore? Pro. By Providence divine. 159 Some food we had and some fresh water that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity,-who being then appointed Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, Mira. But ever see that man! Pro. Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake. 205 My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Would I might 168 Would not infect his reason? Ari. Not a soul 208 But felt a fever of the mad and play'd Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners, Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel, Now I arise:[Resumes his mantle. Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island we arriv'd; and here Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Than other princes can, that have more time For vainer hours and tutors not so careful. Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, SIT,— For still 'tis beating in my mind,-your 176 reason For raising this sea-storm? Enter ARIEL. 188 Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, 212 With hair up-staring,-then like reeds, not hair, Was the first man that leap'd; cried,' Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.' Why, that's my spirit! But was not this nigh shore? Close by, my master. 216 Must by us both be spent most preciously. Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd My liberty. To bate me a full year. Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee? 249 272 As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant: 276 280 As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island, Save for the son that she did litter here, Ari. 289 I thank thee, master. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak And peg thee in his knotty entrails till Pardon, master; 296 I will be correspondent to command, Do so; and after two days That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Pro. Go make thyself like a nymph of the sea: be subject 301 To no sight but thine and mine; invisible To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape, And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence! [Exit ARIEL. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake! Mira. [Waking.] The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. Pro. Shake it off. Come on; 308 Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never did They would not take her life. Is not this true? Ari. Ay, sir. 268 Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, Yields us kind answer. Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir, I do not love to look on. Pro. But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices 312 |