A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard: Enter a Ship-master and a Boteswaine.
Botes: Heere Master: What cheere?
Master: Good: Speake to th' Mariners: fall too'tyarelyor we run our selves a ground bestirrebestirre.
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.
Enter AlonsoSebastianAnthonioFerdinandoGonzaloand others.
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 incharitable Dog.
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
Ar. PardonMaster 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 With diligence.
Pro. Awakedeere hart awakethou hast slept well Awake
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
Pros. Hag-seedhence: 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 take hands: Curtsied when you haueand kist the wilde waues whist: Foote it featly heereand thereand sweete Sprights beare the burthen.
Harkeharkebowgh wawgh: the watch-Dogges barke bowgh-wawgh
Ar. HarkharkI hearethe straine of strutting Chanticlere cry cockadidle-dowe
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
Fer. No 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.
Enter AlonsoSebastianAnthonioGonzaloAdrianFrancisco and others.
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 Gon. Sir
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 should
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 Seb. Hahaha
Ant. So: you'r paid Adr. Vninhabitableand almost inaccessible
Ant. He could not misse't
Adr. It must needs be of subtletenderand delicate temperance
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? How greene?
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 beyond credit
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 water
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 our returne
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: No Soueraignty
Seb. Yet he would be King on't
Ant. The latter end of his Common-wealth forgets the beginning
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
Seb. Why 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
Ant. O! 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
Ant. True: 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 Open-ey'd Conspiracie His time doth take: If of Life you keepe a care Shake off slumber and beware. Awakeawake
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 be past.
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 me
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 wondrous man
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 freedome
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 Lord?
Trin. Lordquoth he? that a Monster should be such a Naturall?
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 hearing too? A pox o'your bottlethis can Sacke and drinking doo: A murren on your Monsterand the diuell take your fingers
Ste. Now forward with your Tale: prethee stand further off
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 of No-body
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.
Enter AlonsoSebastianAnthonioGonzalloAdrianFrancisco &c.
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 they depart.
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 wings vpon 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 againe 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
Pro. Well. 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.
Iu. Honorrichesmarriageblessing 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 Nimphes in a gracefull dancetowards the end whereofProspero starts sodainly and speakesafter which to a strange hollow and confused noyse they heauily vanish.
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 and 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 attended by Gonzalo. Sebastian and Anthonio in like manner attended by Adrian and Francisco: They all enter the circle which Prospero had madeand there 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:
Pro. No: 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 Chesse.
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 stolne Apparell.
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
Seb. Haha: 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 Acknowledge mine
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.
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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. Adrian& FranciscoLords. Calibana saluage and deformed slaue. Trinculoa Iester. Stephanoa drunken Butler. Master of a Ship. Boate-Swaine. Marriners. Mirandadaughter to Prospero. Ariellan ayrie spirit. Iris Ceres