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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,
MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero.

ANTONIO, his Brother, the usurping Duke of ARIEL, an airy Spirit.

Milan.

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CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave.

TRINCULO, a Jester.

IRIS,

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Other Spirits attending on Prospero.

SCENE. The Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an Island.

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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.

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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.
I am out of patience. 60
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by
drunkards.-—

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.

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[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

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But that the sea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O! I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
Who had, no doubt, some noble creatures in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O! the cry did knock
Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er
It should the good ship so have swallow'd and
The fraughting souls within her.

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Out three years old.
Mira.
Certainly, sir, I can.
Pro. By what? by any other house or person?
Of anything the image tell me, that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.
Mira.

'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

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That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here,
How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.
Mira.
But that I do not. 51
Pro. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year
since,

Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
A prince of power.

Mira.
Sir, are not you my father?
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, ani
She said thou wast my daughter; and thy fathe
Was Duke of Milan, and his only heir
A princess, -no worse issued.

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O, the heavens!

Mira. What foul play had we that we came fron thence?

Or blessed was't we did?

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Pro.

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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,

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I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should
Be so perfidious!-he whom next thyself,
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The manage of my state; as at that time,
Through all the signiories it was the first,
And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed
Ia dignity, and for the liberal arts,
Without a parallel: those being all my study,
The government I cast upon my brother,
And to my state grew stranger, being trans-
ported
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And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-
Dost thou attend me?

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
Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state 84
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
The ivy which had bid my princely trunk,
And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou at
tend'st not.

Mira. O, good sir! I do.
Pro.

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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

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As my trust was; which had, indeed no limit,
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact,-like one,
Who having, into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie,-he did believe
He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution,
And executing th' outward face of royalty, 104
With all prerogative:-Hence his ambition
growing,-

Dost thou hear?

Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pre. To have no screen between this part he play'd

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To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Pro.
Now the condition.
This King of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Which was, that he, in lieu o the premises
Of homage and I know not how much tribute,
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours on my brother: whereon,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose did Antonio open
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me and thy crying self.

Mira.
Alack, or pity!
I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint,
That wrings mine eyes to 't.

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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.

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Wherefore did they not

Well demanded, wench:

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So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg`d,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh 149
To the winds whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.
Mira.
Was I then to you!

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
Master of this design,-did give us; with 163
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his
gentleness,

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.

Mira.

But ever see that man!

Pro.

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Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,

Yea, his dread trident shake.
Pro.

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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?
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 180
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star, whose influence
If now I court not but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. Here cease more ques-
tions;
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Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way;-I know thou canst not
choose.-
[MIRANDA sleeps.
Come away, servant, come! I'm ready now.
Approach, my Ariel; come!

Enter ARIEL.

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Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,

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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.'
Pro.

Why, that's my spirit!

But was not this nigh shore?
Ari.

Close by, my master. 216
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari.
Not a hair perish'd;
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle.
The king's son have I landed by himself;
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 224
The mariners, say how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o' the fleet.

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Must 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 me.
Pro.
How now! moody? 244
What is 't thou canst demand?
Ari.

My liberty.
Pro. Before the time be out? no more!
Ari.
I prithee
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.
Pro.

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

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As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant:
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy 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

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280 As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island,

Save for the son that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp hag-born,-not honour'd with
A human shape.

Ari.
Yes; Caliban her son. 284
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.

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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; 296

I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.
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 of the sea: be subject

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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;

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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

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