- Critical Introduction
- The Tempest, Modern
- The Tempest, Folio 1, 1623 (Old-spelling transcription)
- First Folio
- Brandeis University
- New South Wales
T E M P E S T.
1 A ct us primus, Scena prima.
2 A tempe s t uo us noi s e of Thunder and Lightning heard: En -
3 ter a Ship-ma s t er, and a Bote s waine.
4 Ma s t er.
5BOte- s waine.
6 Bote s . Heere Ma s t er: What cheere?
7 Ma s t . Good: Speake to th'Mariners: fall
8too't, yarely, or we run our s elues a ground,
9be s t irre, be s t irre. Exit.
10 Enter Mariners.
11 Bote s . Heigh my hearts, cheerely, cheerely my harts:
12yare, yare: Take in the toppe- s ale: Tend to th'Ma s t ers
13whi s t le: Blow till thou bur s t thy winde, if roome e -
15 Enter Alon s o, Seba s t ian, Anthonio, Ferdinando,
16Gonzalo, and others.
17 Alon. Good Bote s waine haue care: where's the Ma -
18 s t er? Play the men.
19 Bote s . I pray now keepe below.
20 Anth. Where is the Ma s t er, Bo s on?
21 Bote s . Do you not heare him? you marre our labour,
22Keepe your Cabines: you do a s si s t the s t orme.
23 Gonz. Nay, good be patient.
24 Bote s . When the Sea is: hence, what cares the s e roa -
25rers for the name of King? to Cabine; s i lence: trouble
27 Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou ha s t aboord.
28 Bote s . None that I more loue then my s elfe. You are
29a Coun s ellor, if you can command the s e Elements to s i -
30lence, and worke the peace of the pre s ent, wee will not
31hand a rope more, v s e your authoritie: If you cannot,
32giue thankes you haue liu'd s o long, and make your
33 s elfe readie in your Cabine for the mi s chance of the
34houre, if it s o hap. Cheerely good hearts: out of our
35way I s ay. Exit.
36 Gon. I haue great comfort from this fellow: methinks
37he hath no drowning marke vpon him, his complexion
38is perfe ct Gallowes: s t and fa s t good Fate to his han -
39ging, make the rope of his de s t iny our cable, for our
40owne doth little aduantage: If he be not borne to bee
41hang'd, our ca s e is mi s erable. Exit.
42 Enter Bote s waine.
43 Bote s . Downe with the top-Ma s t : yare, lower, lower,
44bring her to Try with Maine-cour s e. A plague ---
45 A cry within. Enter Seba s t ian, Anthonio & Gonzalo.
46vpon this howling: they are lowder then the weather,
47or our of fi ce: yet againe? What do you heere? Shal we
48giue ore and drowne, haue you a minde to s i nke?
49 Seba s . A poxe o'your throat, you bawling, bla s phe -
50mous incharitable Dog.
51 Bote s . Worke you then.
52 Anth. Hang cur, hang, you whore s on in s olent Noy s e -
53maker, we are le s s e afraid to be drownde, then thou art.
54 Gonz. I'le warrant him for drowning, though the
55Ship were no s t ronger then a Nutt- s h ell, and as leaky as
56an vn s t anched wench.
57 Bote s . Lay her a hold, a hold, s et her two cour s es o ff
58to Sea againe, lay her o ff .
59 Enter Mariners wet.
60 Mari. All lo s t , to prayers, to prayers, all lo s t .
61 Bote s . What mu s t our mouths be cold?
62 Gonz. The King, and Prince, at prayers, let's a s s i s t them,
63for our ca s e is as theirs.
64 Seba s . I'am out of patience.
65 An. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards,
66This wide-chopt-ra s call, would thou might s t lye drow -
67ning the wa s h ing of ten Tides.
68 Gonz. Hee'l be hang'd yet,
69Though euery drop of water s weare again s t it,
70And gape at wid s t to glut him. A confu s ed noy s e within.
71Mercy on vs.
72We s plit, we s plit, Farewell my wife, and children,
73Farewell brother: we s plit, we s plit, we s plit.
74 Anth. Let's all s i nke with' King
75 Seb. Let's take leaue of him. Exit.
76 Gonz. Now would I giue a thou s and furlongs of Sea,
77for an Acre of barren ground: Long heath, Browne
78 fi rrs, any thing; the wills aboue be done, but I would
79faine dye a dry death. Exit.
80 Scena Secunda.
81 Enter Pro s p ero and Miranda.
82 Mira. If by your Art (my deere s t father) you haue
83Put the wild waters in this Rore; alay them:
84The skye it s eemes would powre down s t inking pitch,
85But that the Sea, mounting to th' welkins cheeke,
86Da s h es the fi re out. Oh! I haue s u ff ered
87With tho s e that I s aw s u ff er: A braue ve s s ell
88(Who had no doubt s ome noble creature in her)
89Da s h 'd all to peeces: O the cry did knocke
90Again s t my very heart: poore s oules, they peri s h 'd.
91Had I byn any God of power, I would
92Haue s uncke the Sea within the Earth, or ere
93It s h ould the good Ship s o haue s wallow'd, and
94The fraughting Soules within her.
95 Pro s . Be colle ct ed,
96No more amazement: Tell your pitteous heart
97there's no harme done.
98 Mira. O woe, the day.
99 Pro s . No harme:
100I haue done nothing, but in care of thee
101(Of thee my deere one; thee my daughter) who
102Art ignorant of what thou art. naught knowing
103Of whence I am: nor that I am more better
104Then Pro s p ero, Ma s t er of a full poore cell,
105And thy no greater Father.
106 Mira. More to know
107Did neuer medle with my thoughts.
108 Pro s . 'Tis time
109I s h ould informe thee farther: Lend thy hand
110And plucke my Magick garment from me: So,
111Lye there my Art: wipe thou thine eyes, haue comfort,
112The direfull s pectacle of the wracke which touch'd
113The very vertue of compa s s i on in thee:
114I haue with s uch proui s i on in mine Art
115So s afely ordered, that there is no s oule
116No not s o much perdition as an hayre
117Betid to any creature in the ve s s ell
118Which thou heard s t cry, which thou s aw' s t s i nke: Sit [downe,
119For thou mu s t now know farther.
120 Mira. You haue often
121Begun to tell me what I am, but s t opt
122And left me to a bootele s s e Inqui s i tion,
123Concluding, s t ay: not yet.
124 Pro s . The howr's now come
125The very minute byds thee ope thine eare,
126Obey, and be attentiue. Can s t thou remember
127A time before we came vnto this Cell?
128I doe not thinke thou can s t , for then thou was't not
129Out three yeeres old.
130 Mira. Certainely Sir, I can.
131 Pro s . By what? by any other hou s e, or per s on?
132Of any thing the Image, tell me, that
133Hath kept with thy remembrance.
134 Mira. 'Tis farre o ff :
135And rather like a dreame, then an a s s urance
136That my remembrance warrants: Had I not
137Fowre, or fi ue women once, that tended me?
138 Pro s . Thou had s t ; and more Miranda: But how is it
139That this liues in thy minde? What s ee s t thou els
140In the dark-backward and Abi s me of Time?
141Yf thou remembre s t ought ere thou cam' s t here,
142How thou cam' s t here thou mai s t .
143 Mira. But that I doe not.
144 Pro s . Twelue yere s i nce ( Miranda) twelue yere s i nce,
145Thy father was the Duke of Millaine and
146A Prince of power:
147 Mira. Sir, are not you my Father?
148 Pro s . Thy Mother was a peece of vertue, and
149She s aid thou wa s t my daughter; and thy father
150Was Duke of Millaine, and his onely heire,
151And Prince s s e; no wor s e I s s ued.
152 Mira. O the heauens,
153What fowle play had we, that we came from thence?
154Or ble s s ed was't we did?
155 Pro s . Both, both my Girle.
156By fowle-play (as thou s ai s t ) were we heau'd thence,
157But ble s s edly holpe hither.
158 Mira. O my heart bleedes
159To thinke oth' teene that I haue turn'd you to,
160Which is from my remembrance, plea s e you, farther;
161 Pro s . My brother and thy vncle, call'd Anthonio:
162I pray thee marke me, that a brother s h ould
163Be s o per fi dious: he, whom next thy s elfe
164Of all the world I lou'd, and to him put
165The mannage of my s t ate, as at that time
166Through all the s i gnories it was the fi r s t ,
167And Pro s p ero, the prime Duke, being s o reputed
168In dignity; and for the liberall Artes,
169Without a paralell; tho s e being all my s t udie,
170The Gouernment I ca s t vpon my brother,
171And to my State grew s t ranger, being tran s ported
172And rapt in s ecret s t udies, thy fal s e vncle
173(Do' s t thou attend me?)
174 Mira. Sir, mo s t heedefully.
175 Pro s . Being once perfe ct ed how to graunt s uites,
176how to deny them: who t'aduance, and who
177To tra s h for ouer-topping; new created
178The creatures that were mine, I s ay, or chang'd 'em,
179Or els new form'd 'em; hauing both the key,
180Of O ffi cer, and o ffi ce, s et all hearts i'th s t ate
181To what tune pleas'd his eare, that now he was
182The Iuy which had hid my princely Trunck,
183And s uckt my verdure out on't: Thou attend' s t not?
184 Mira. O good Sir, I doe.
185 Pro s . I pray thee marke me:
186I thus negle ct ing worldly ends, all dedicated
187To clo s enes, and the bettering of my mind
188with that, which but by being s o retir'd
189Ore-priz'd all popular rate: in my fal s e brother
190Awak'd an euill nature, and my tru s t
191Like a good parent, did beget of him
192A fal s ehood in it's contrarie, as great
193As my tru s t was, which had indeede no limit,
194A con fi dence s ans bound. He being thus Lorded,
195Not onely with what my reuenew yeelded,
196But what my power might els exa ct . Like one
197Who hauing into truth, by telling of it,
198Made s uch a s ynner of his memorie
199To credite his owne lie, he did beleeue
200He was indeed the Duke, out o'th' Sub s t itution
201And executing th'outward face of Roialtie
202With all prerogatiue: hence his Ambition growing:
203Do' s t thou heare?
204 Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafene s s e.
205 Pro s . To haue no Schreene between this part he plaid,
206And him he plaid it for, he needes will be
207Ab s olute Millaine, Me (poore man) my Librarie
208Was Dukedome large enough: of temporall roalties
209He thinks me now incapable. Confederates
210( s o drie he was for Sway) with King of Naples
211To giue him Annuall tribute, doe him homage
212Subie ct his Coronet, to his Crowne and bend
213The Dukedom yet vnbow'd (alas poore Millaine)
214To mo s t ignoble s t ooping.
215 Mira. Oh the heauens:
216 Pro s . Marke his condition, and th'euent, then tell me
217If this might be a brother.
218 Mira. I s h ould s i nne
219To thinke but Noblie of my Grand-mother,
220Good wombes haue borne bad s onnes.
221 Pro. Now the Condition.
222This King of Naples being an Enemy
223To me inueterate, hearkens my Brothers s uit,
224Which was, That he in lieu o'th' premi s es,
225Of homage, and I know not how much Tribute,
226Should pre s ently extirpate me and mine
227Out of the Dukedome, and confer faire Millaine
228With all the Honors, on my brother: Whereon
229A treacherous Armie leuied, one mid-night
230Fated to th' purpo s e, did Anthonio open
231The gates of Millaine, and ith' dead of darkene s s e
232The mini s t ers for th' purpo s e hurried thence
233Me, and thy crying s elfe.
234 Mir. Alack, for pitty:
235I not remembring how I cride out then
236Will cry it ore againe: it is a hint
237That wrings mine eyes too't.
238 Pro. Heare a little further,
239And then I'le bring thee to the pre s ent bu s i ne s s e
240Which now's vpon's: without the which, this Story
241Were mo s t impertinent.
242 Mir. Wherefore did they not
243That howre de s t roy vs?
244 Pro. Well demanded, wench:
245My Tale prouokes that que s t ion: Deare, they dur s t not,
246So deare the loue my people bore me: nor s et
247A marke s o bloudy on the bu s i ne s s e; but
248With colours fairer, painted their foule ends.
249In few, they hurried vs a-boord a Barke,
250Bore vs s ome Leagues to Sea, where they prepared
251A rotten carka s s e of a Butt, not rigg'd,
252Nor tackle, s ayle, nor ma s t , the very rats
253In s t in ct iuely haue quit it: There they hoy s t vs
254To cry to th' Sea, that roard to vs; to s i gh
255To th' windes, who s e pitty s i ghing backe againe
256Did vs but louing wrong.
257 Mir. Alack, what trouble
258Was I then to you?
259 Pro. O, a Cherubin
260Thou was't that did pre s erue me; Thou did s t s mile,
261Infu s ed with a fortitude from heauen,
262When I haue deck'd the s ea with drops full s alt,
263Vnder my burthen groan'd, which rai s 'd in me
264An vndergoing s t omacke, to beare vp
265Again s t what s h ould en s ue.
266 Mir. How came we a s h ore?
267 Pro. By prouidence diuine,
268Some food, we had, and s ome fre s h water, that
269A noble Neopolitan Gonzalo
270Out of his Charity, (who being then appointed
271Ma s t er of this de s i gne) did giue vs, with
272Rich garments, linnens, s t u ff s, and nece s s aries
273Which s i nce haue s t eeded much, s o of his gentlene s s e
274Knowing I lou'd my bookes, he furni s h d me
275From mine owne Library, with volumes, that
276I prize aboue my Dukedome.
277 Mir. Would I might
278But euer s ee that man.
279 Pro. Now I ari s e,
280Sit s t ill, and heare the la s t of our s ea- s orrow:
281Heere in this Iland we arriu'd, and heere
282Haue I, thy Schoolema s t er, made thee more pro fi t
283Then other Prince s s e can, that haue more time
284For vainer howres; and Tutors, not s o carefull.
285 Mir. Heuens thank you for't. And now I pray you Sir,
286For s t ill 'tis beating in my minde; your rea s on
287For ray s i ng this Sea- s t orme?
288 Pro. Know thus far forth,
289By accident mo s t s t range, bountifull Fortune
290(Now my deere Lady) hath mine enemies
291Brought to this s h ore: And by my pre s cience
292I fi nde my Zenith doth depend vpon
293A mo s t au s pitious s t arre, who s e in fl uence
294If now I court not, but omit; my fortunes
295Will euer after droope: Heare cea s e more que s t ions,
296Thou art inclinde to s l eepe: 'tis a good dulne s s e,
297And giue it way: I know thou can s t not chu s e:
298Come away, Seruant, come; I am ready now,
299Approach my Ariel. Come. Enter Ariel.
300 Ari. All haile, great Ma s t er, graue Sir, haile: I come
301To an s wer thy be s t plea s ure; be't to fl y,
302To s wim, to diue into the fi re: to ride
303On the curld clowds: to thy s t rong bidding, ta s ke
304Ariel, and all his Qualitie.
305 Pro. Ha s t thou, Spirit,
306Performd to point, the Tempe s t that I bad thee.
307 Ar. To euery Article.
308I boorded the Kings s h ip: now on the Beake,
309Now in the Wa s t e, the Decke, in euery Cabyn,
310I fl am'd amazement, s ometime I'ld diuide
311And burne in many places; on the Top-ma s t ,
312The Yards and Bore- s pritt, would I fl ame di s t in ct ly,
313Then meete, and ioyne. Ioues Lightning, the precur s ers
314O'th dreadfull Thunder-claps more momentarie
315And s i ght out-running were not; the fi re, and cracks
316Of s ulphurous roaring, the mo s t mighty Neptune
317Seeme to be s i ege, and make his bold waues tremble,
318Yea, his dread Trident s h ake.
319 Pro. My braue Spirit,
320Who was s o fi rme, s o con s t ant, that this coyle
321Would not infe ct his rea s on?
322 Ar. Not a s oule
323But felt a Feauer of the madde, and plaid
324Some tricks of de s peration; all but Mariners
325Plung'd in the foaming bryne, and quit the ve s s ell;
326Then all a fi re with me the Kings s onne Ferdinand
327With haire vp- s t aring (then like reeds, not haire)
328Was the fi r s t man that leapt; cride hell is empty,
329And all the Diuels are heere.
330 Pro. Why that's my s pirit:
331But was not this nye s h ore?
332 Ar. Clo s e by, my Ma s t er.
333 Pro. But are they ( Ariell) s afe?
334 Ar. Not a haire peri s h d:
335On their s u s t aining garments not a blemi s h ,
336But fre s h er then before: and as thou bad s t me,
337In troops I haue di s per s d them 'bout the I s l e:
338The Kings s onne haue I landed by him s elfe,
339Whom I left cooling of the Ayre with s i ghes,
340In an odde Angle of the I s l e, and s i tting
341His armes in this s ad knot.
342 Pro. Of the Kings s h ip,
343The Marriners, s ay how thou ha s t di s po s d,
344And all the re s t o'th' Fleete?
345 Ar. Safely in harbour
346Is the Kings s h ippe, in the deepe Nooke, where once
347Thou calld s t me vp at midnight to fetch dewe
348From the s t ill-vext Bermoothes, there s h e's hid;
349The Marriners all vnder hatches s t owed,
350Who, with a Charme ioynd to their s u ff red labour
351I haue left a s l eep: and for the re s t o'th' Fleet
352(Which I di s pers'd) they all haue met againe,
353And are vpon the Mediterranian Flote
354Bound s adly home for Naples,
355Suppo s i ng that they s aw the Kings s h ip wrackt,
356And his great per s on peri s h .
357 Pro. Ariel, thy charge
358Exa ct ly is perform'd; but there's more worke:
359What is the time o'th'day?
360 Ar. Pa s t the mid s ea s on.
361 Pro. At lea s t two Gla s s es: the time 'twixt s i x & now
362Mu s t by vs both be s pent mo s t preciou s l y.
363 Ar. Is there more toyle? Since y u do s t giue me pains,
364Let me remember thee what thou ha s t promis'd,
365Which is not yet perform'd me.
366 Pro. How now? moodie?
367What is't thou can s t demand?
368 Ar. My Libertie.
369 Pro. Before the time be out? no more:
370 Ar. I prethee,
371Remember I haue done thee worthy s eruice,
372Told thee no lyes, made thee no mi s t akings, s erv'd
373Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou did promi s e
374To bate me a full yeere.
375 Pro. Do' s t thou forget
376From what a torment I did free thee? Ar. No.
377 Pro. Thou do' s t : & think s t it much to tread y e Ooze
378Of the s alt deepe;
379To run vpon the s h arpe winde of the North,
380To doe me bu s i ne s s e in the veines o'th' earth
381When it is bak'd with fro s t .
382 Ar. I doe not Sir.
383 Pro. Thou lie s t , malignant Thing: ha s t thou forgot
384The fowle Witch Sycorax, who with Age and Enuy
385Was growne into a hoope? ha s t thou forgot her?
386 Ar. No Sir.
387 Pro. Thou ha s t : where was s h e born? s peak: tell me:
388 Ar. Sir, in Argier.
389 Pro. Oh, was s h e s o: I mu s t
390Once in a moneth recount what thou ha s t bin,
391Which thou forget s t . This damn'd Witch Sycorax
392For mi s chiefes manifold, and s orceries terrible
393To enter humane hearing, from Argier
394Thou know' s t was bani s h 'd: for one thing s h e did
395They wold not take her life: Is not this true? Ar. I, Sir.
396 Pro. This blew ey'd hag, was hither brought with (child,
397And here was left by th' Saylors; thou my s l aue,
398As thou report s t thy s elfe, was then her s eruant,
399And for thou wa s t a Spirit too delicate
400To a ct her earthy, and abhord commands,
401Refu s i ng her grand he s t s, s h e did con fi ne thee
402By helpe of her more potent Mini s t ers,
403And in her mo s t vnmittigable rage,
404Into a clouen Pyne, within which rift
405Impri s on'd, thou did s t painefully remaine
406A dozen yeeres: within which s pace s h e di'd,
407And left thee there: where thou did s t vent thy groanes
408As fa s t as Mill-wheeles s t rike: Then was this I s l and
409(Saue for the Son, that he did littour heere,
410A frekelld whelpe, hag-borne) not honour'd with
411A humane s h ape.
412 Ar. Yes: Caliban her s onne.
413 Pro. Dull thing, I s ay s o: he, that Caliban
414Whom now I keepe in s eruice, thou be s t know' s t
415What torment I did fi nde thee in; thy grones
416Did make wolues howle, and penetrate the brea s t s
417Of euer-angry Beares; it was a torment
418To lay vpon the damn'd, which Sycorax
419Could not againe vndoe: it was mine Art,
420When I arriu'd, and heard thee, that made gape
421The Pyne, and let thee out.
422 Ar. I thanke thee Ma s t er.
423 Pro. If thou more murmur' s t , I will rend an Oake
424And peg-thee in his knotty entrailes, till
425Thou ha s t howl'd away twelue winters.
426 Ar. Pardon, Ma s t er,
427I will be corre s pondent to command
428And doe my s pryting, gently.
429 Pro. Doe s o: and after two daies
430I will di s charge thee.
431 Ar. That's my noble Ma s t er:
432What s h all I doe? s ay what? what s h all I doe?
433 Pro. Goe make thy s elfe like a Nymph o'th' Sea,
434Be s ubie ct to no s i ght but thine, and mine: inui s i ble
435To euery eye-ball el s e: goe take this s h ape
436And hither come in't: goe: hence
437With diligence. Exit.
438 Pro. Awake, deere hart awake, thou ha s t s l ept well,
440 Mir. The s t rangenes of your s t ory, put
441Heauine s s e in me.
442 Pro. Shake it o ff : Come on,
443Wee'll vi s i t Caliban, my s l aue, who neuer
444Yeelds vs kinde an s were.
445 Mir. 'Tis a villaine Sir, I doe not loue to looke on.
446 Pro. But as 'tis
447We cannot mi s s e him: he do's make our fi re,
448Fetch in our wood, and s erues in O ffi ces
449That pro fi t vs: What hoa: s l aue: Caliban:
450Thou Earth, thou: s peake.
451 Cal. within. There's wood enough within.
452 Pro. Come forth I s ay, there's other bu s i nes for thee:
453Come thou Tortoys, when? Enter Ariel like a water -
454Fine appari s i on: my queint Ariel, Nymph.
455Hearke in thine eare.
456 Ar. My Lord, it s h all be done. Exit.
457 Pro. Thou poy s onous s l aue, got by y e diuell him s elfe
458Vpon thy wicked Dam; come forth. Enter Caliban.
459 Cal. As wicked dewe, as ere my mother bru s h 'd
460With Rauens feather from vnwhole s ome Fen
461Drop on you both: A Southwe s t blow on yee,
462And bli s t er you all ore.
463 Pro. For this be s ure, to night thou s h alt haue cramps,
464Side- s t itches, that s h all pen thy breath vp, Vrchins
465Shall for that va s t of night, that they may worke
466All exerci s e on thee: thou s h alt be pinch'd
467As thicke as hony-combe, each pinch more s t inging
468Then Bees that made 'em.
469 Cal. I mu s t eat my dinner:
470This I s l and's mine by Sycorax my mother,
471Which thou tak' s t from me: when thou cam' s t fi r s t
472Thou s t roak s t me, & made much of me: would s t giue me
473Water with berries in't: and teach me how
474To name the bigger Light, and how the le s s e
475That burne by day, and night: and then I lou'd thee
476And s h ew'd thee all the qualities o'th' I s l e,
477The fre s h Springs, Brine-pits; barren place and fertill,
478Curs'd be I that did s o: All the Charmes
479Of Sycorax: Toades, Beetles, Batts light on you:
480For I am all the Subie ct s that you haue,
481Which fi r s t was min owne King: and here you s t y-me
482In this hard Rocke, whiles you doe keepe from me
483The re s t o'th' I s l and.
484 Pro. Thou mo s t lying s l aue,
485Whom s t ripes may moue, not kindnes: I haue vs'd thee
486(Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd thee
487In mine owne Cell, till thou did s t s eeke to violate
488The honor of my childe.
489 Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, would't had bene done:
490Thou did s t preuent me, I had peopel'd el s e
491This I s l e with Calibans.
492 Mira. Abhorred Slaue,
493Which any print of goodne s s e wilt not take,
494Being capable of all ill: I pittied thee,
495Took pains to make thee s peak, taught thee each houre
496One thing or other: when thou did s t not (Sauage)
497Know thine owne meaning; but would s t gabble, like
498A thing mo s t bruti s h , I endow'd thy purpo s es
499With words that made them knowne: But thy vild race
500(Tho thou did s t learn) had that in't, which good natures
501Could not ab ide to be with; therefore wa s t thou
502De s eruedly con fi n'd into this Rocke, who had s t
503De s eru'd more then a pri s on.
504 Cal. You taught me Language, and my pro fi t on't
505Is, I know how to cur s e: the red-plague rid you
506For learning me your language.
507 Pro s . Hag- s eed, hence:
508Fetch vs in Fewell, and be quicke thou'rt be s t
509To an s wer other bu s i ne s s e: s h rug' s t thou (Malice)
510If thou negle ct s t , or do s t vnwillingly
511What I command, Ile racke thee with old Crampes,
512Fill all thy bones with Aches, make thee rore,
513That bea s t s s h all tremble at thy dyn.
514 Cal. No, 'pray thee.
515I mu s t obey, his Art is of s uch pow'r,
516It would controll my Dams god Setebos,
517And make a va s s aile of him.
518 Pro. So s l aue, hence. Exit Cal.
519 Enter Ferdinand & Ariel, inui s i ble playing & s i nging.
520 Ariel Song.
Come vnto the s e yellow s ands,
521 and then take hands:
522 Curt s i ed when you haue, and ki s t
523 the wilde waues whi s t :
524Foote it featly heere, and there, and s weete Sprights beare
525 the burthen.
Burthen di s per s edly.
Harke, harke, bowgh wawgh: the watch-Dogges barke,
527bowgh-wawgh.
Hark, hark, I heare, the s t raine of s t rutting Chanticlere
529cry cockadidle-dowe.
530 Fer. Where s h old this Mu s i ck be? I'th aire, or th'earth?
531It s ounds no more: and s ure it waytes vpon
532Some God 'oth' Iland, s i tting on a banke,
533Weeping againe the King my Fathers wracke.
534This Mu s i cke crept by me vpon the waters,
535Allaying both their fury, and my pa s s i on
536With it's s weet ayre: thence I haue follow'd it
537(Or it hath drawne me rather) but 'tis gone.
538No, it begins againe.
539 Ariell Song.
Full fadom fi ue thy Father lies,
540 Of h is bones are Corrall made:
541Tho s e are pearles that were h is eies,
542Nothing of him that doth fade,
543But doth s u ff er a Sea-change
544Into s omething rich, & s t range:
545Sea-Nimphs hourly ring h is knell.
546 Burthen: ding dong.
Harke now I heare them, ding-dong bell.
548 Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd father,
549This is no mortall bu s i nes, nor no s ound
550That the earth owes: I heare it now aboue me.
551 Pro. The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance,
552And s ay what thou s ee' s t yond.
553 Mira. What is't a Spirit?
554Lord, how it lookes about: Beleeue me s i r,
555It carries a braue forme. But 'tis a s pirit.
556 Pro. No wench, it eats, and s l eeps, & hath s uch s en s es
557As we haue: s uch. This Gallant which thou s ee s t
558Was in the wracke: and but hee's s omething s t ain'd
559With greefe (that's beauties canker) y u might' s t call him
560A goodly per s on: he hath lo s t his fellowes,
561And s t rayes about to fi nde 'em.
562 Mir. I might call him
563A thing diuine, for nothing naturall
564I euer s aw s o Noble.
565 Pro. It goes on I s ee
566As my s oule prompts it: Spirit, fi ne s pirit, Ile free thee
567Within two dayes for this.
568 Fer. Mo s t s ure the Godde s s e
569On whom the s e ayres attend: Vouch s afe my pray'r
570May know if you remaine vpon this I s l and,
571And that you will s ome good in s t ru ct ion giue
572How I may beare me heere: my prime reque s t
573(Which I do la s t pronounce) is (O you wonder)
574If you be Mayd, or no?
575 Mir. No wonder Sir,
576But certainly a Mayd.
577 Fer. My Language? Heauens:
578I am the be s t of them that s peake this s peech,
579Were I but where 'tis s poken.
580 Pro. How? the be s t ?
581What wer't thou if the King of Naples heard thee?
582 Fer. A s i ngle thing, as I am now, that wonders
583To heare thee s peake of Naples: he do's heare me,
584And that he do's, I weepe: my s elfe am Naples,
585Who, with mine eyes (neuer s i nce at ebbe) beheld
586The King my Father wrack't.
587 Mir. Alacke, for mercy.
588 Fer. Yes faith, & all his Lords, the Duke of Millaine
589And his braue s onne, being twaine.
590 Pro. The Duke of Millaine
591And his more brauer daughter, could controll thee
592If now 'twere fi t to do't: At the fi r s t s i ght
593They haue chang'd eyes: Delicate Ariel,
594Ile s et thee free for this. A word good Sir,
595I feare you haue done your s elfe s ome wrong: A word.
596 Mir. Why s peakes my father s o vngently? This
597Is the third man that ere I s aw: the fi r s t
598That ere I s i gh'd for: pitty moue my father
599To be enclin'd my way.
600 Fer. O, if a Virgin,
601And your a ff e ct ion not gone forth, Ile make you
602The Queene of Naples.
603 Pro. Soft s i r, one word more.
604They are both in eythers pow'rs: But this s wift bu s i nes
605I mu s t vnea s i e make, lea s t too light winning
606Make the prize light. One word more: I charge thee
607That thou attend me: Thou do' s t heere v s urpe
608The name thou ow' s t not, and ha s t put thy s elfe
609Vpon this I s l and, as a s py, to win it
610From me, the Lord on't.
611 Fer. No, as I am a man.
612 Mir. Ther's nothing ill, can dwell in s uch a Temple,
613If the ill- s pirit haue s o fayre a hou s e,
614Good things will s t riue to dwell with't.
615 Pro. Follow me.
616 Pro s . Speake not you for him: hee's a Traitor: come,
617Ile manacle thy necke and feete toge ther:
618Sea water s h alt thou drinke: thy food s h all be
619The fre s h -brooke Mu s s els, wither'd roots, and huskes
620Wherein the Acorne cradled. Follow.
621 Fer. No,
622I will re s i s t s uch entertainment, till
623Mine enemy ha's more pow'r.
624 He drawes, and is charmed fr om mouing.
625 Mira. O deere Father,
626Make not too ra s h a triall of him, for
627Hee's gentle, and not fearfull.
628 Pro s . What I s ay,
629My foote my Tutor? Put thy s word vp Traitor,
630Who mak' s t a s h ew, but dar' s t not s t rike: thy con s cience
631Is s o po s s e s t with guilt: Come, from thy ward,
632For I can heere di s arme thee with this s t icke,
633And make thy weapon drop.
634 Mira. Be s eech you Father.
635 Pro s . Hence: hang not on my garments.
636 Mira. Sir haue pity,
637Ile be his s urety.
638 Pro s . Silence: One word more
639Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee: What,
640An aduocate for an Impo s t or? Hu s h :
641Thou think' s t there is no more s uch s h apes as he,
642(Hauing s eene but him and Caliban:) Fooli s h wench,
643To th'mo s t of men, this is a Caliban,
644And they to him are Angels.
645 Mira. My a ff e ct ions
646Are then mo s t humble: I haue no ambition
647To s ee a goodlier man.
648 Pro s . Come on, obey:
649Thy Nerues are in their infancy againe.
650And haue no vigour in them.
651 Fer. So they are:
652My s pirits, as in a dreame, are all bound vp:
653My Fathers lo s s e, the weakne s s e which I feele,
654The wracke of all my friends, nor this mans threats,
655To whom I am s ubdude, are but light to me,
656Might I but through my pri s on once a day
657Behold this Mayd: all corners el s e o'th' Earth
658Let liberty make v s e of: s pace enough
659Haue I in s uch a pri s on.
660 Pro s . It workes: Come on.
661Thou ha s t done well, fi ne Ariell: follow me,
662Harke what thou el s e s h alt do mee.
663 Mira. Be of comfort,
664My Fathers of a better nature (Sir)
665Then he appeares by s peech: this is vnwonted
666Which now came from him.
667 Pro s . Thou s h alt be as free
668As mountaine windes; but then exa ct ly do
669All points of my command.
670 Ariell. To th' s yllable.
671 Pro s . Come follow: s peake not for him. Exeunt.
672 A ct us Secundus. Sc oe na Prima.
673 Enter Alon s o, Seba s t ian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,
674Franci s co, and others.
675 Gonz. Be s eech you Sir, be merry; you haue cau s e,
676(So haue we all) of ioy; for our e s cape
677Is much beyond our lo s s e; our hint of woe
678Is common, euery day, s ome Saylors wife,
679The Ma s t ers of s ome Merchant, and the Merchant
680Haue iu s t our Theame of woe: But for the miracle,
681(I meane our pre s eruation) few in millions
682Can s peake like vs: then wi s ely (good Sir) weigh
683Our s orrow, with our comfort.
684 Alon s . Prethee peace.
685 Seb. He receiues comfort like cold porredge.
686 Ant. The Vi s i tor will not giue him ore s o.
687 Seb. Looke, hee's winding vp the watch of his wit,
688By and by it will s t rike.
689 Gon. Sir.
690 Seb. One: Tell.
691 Gon. When euery greefe is entertaind,
692That's o ff er'd comes to th'entertainer.
693 Seb. A dollor.
694 Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed, you haue s poken
695truer then you purpos'd.
696 Seb. You haue taken it wi s elier then I meant you
698 Gon. Therefore my Lord.
699 Ant. Fie, what a s pend-thrift is he of his tongue.
700 Alon. I pre-thee s pare.
701 Gon. Well, I haue done: But yet
702 Seb. He will be talking.
703 Ant. Which, of he, or Adrian, for a good wager,
704Fir s t begins to crow?
705 Seb. The old Cocke.
706 Ant. The Cockrell.
707 Seb. Done: The wager?
708 Ant. A Laughter.
709 Seb. A match.
710 Adr. Though this I s l and s eeme to be de s ert.
711 Seb. Ha, ha, ha.
712 Ant. So: you'r paid.
713 Adr. Vninhabitable, and almo s t inacce s s i ble.
714 Seb. Yet
715 Adr. Yet
716 Ant. He could not mi s s e't.
717 Adr. It mu s t needs be of s ubtle, tender, and delicate
718temperance.
719 Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.
720 Seb. I, and a s ubtle, as he mo s t learnedly deliuer'd.
721 Adr. The ayre breathes vpon vs here mo s t s weetly.
722 Seb. As if it had Lungs, and rotten ones.
723 Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a Fen.
724 Gon. Heere is euery thing aduantageous to life.
725 Ant. True, s aue meanes to liue.
726 Seb. Of that there's none, or little.
727 Gon. How lu s h and lu s t y the gra s s e lookes?
728How greene?
729 Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.
730 Seb. With an eye of greene in't.
731 Ant. He mi s s es not much.
732 Seb. No: he doth but mi s t ake the truth totally.
733 Gon. But the rariety of it is, which is indeed almo s t
734beyond credit.
735 Seb. As many voucht rarieties are.
736 Gon. That our Garments being (as they were) drencht
737in the Sea, hold notwith s t anding their fre s h ne s s e and
738glo s s es, being rather new dy'de then s t ain'd with s alte
740 Ant. If but one of his pockets could s peake, would
741it not s ay he lyes?
742 Seb. I, or very fal s ely pocket vp his report.
743 Gon. Me thinkes our garments are now as fre s h as
744when we put them on fi r s t in A ff ricke, at the marriage
745of the kings faire daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis.
746 Seb. 'Twas a s weet marriage, and we pro s per well in
747our returne.
748 Adri. Tun is was neuer grac'd before with s uch a Pa -
749ragon to their Queene.
750 Gon. Not s i nce widdow Dido's time.
751 Ant. Widow? A pox o'that: how came that Wid -
752dow in? Widdow Dido!
753 Seb. What if he had s aid Widdower AE ne as too?
754Good Lord, how you take it?
755 Adri. Widdow Dido s aid you? You make me s t udy
756of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tun is .
757 Gon. This Tun is Sir was Carthage.
758 Adri. Carthage? Gon. I a s s ure you Carthage.
759 Ant. His word is more then the miraculous Harpe.
760 Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and hou s es too.
761 Ant. What impo s sible matter wil he make ea s y next?
762 Seb. I thinke hee will carry this I s l and home in his
763pocket, and giue it his s onne for an Apple.
764 Ant. And s owing the kernels of it in the Sea, bring
765forth more I s l ands.
766 Gon. I. Ant. Why in good time.
767 Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments s eeme
768now as fre s h as when we were at Tun is at the marriage
769of your daughter, who is now Queene.
770 Ant. And the rare s t that ere came there.
771 Seb. Bate (I be s eech you) widdow Dido.
772 Ant. O Widdow Dido? I, Widdow Dido.
773 Gon. Is not Sir my doublet as fre s h as the fi r s t day I
774wore it? I meane in a s ort.
775 Ant. That s ort was well fi s h 'd for.
776 Gon. When I wore it at your daughters marriage.
777 Alon. You cram the s e words into mine eares, again s t
778the s t omacke of my s en s e: would I had neuer
779Married my daughter there: For comming thence
780My s onne is lo s t , and (in my rate) s h e too,
781Who is s o farre from Italy remoued,
782I ne're againe s h all s ee her: O thou mine heire
783Of Naples and of Millaine, what s t range fi s h
784Hath made his meale on thee?
785 Fran. Sir he may liue,
786I s aw him beate the s urges vnder him,
787And ride vpon their backes; he trod the water
788Who s e enmity he fl ung a s i de: and bre s t ed
789The s urge mo s t s wolne that met him: his bold head
790'Boue the contentious waues he kept. and oared
791Him s elfe with his good armes in lu s t y s t roke
792To th' s h ore; that ore his waue-worne ba s i s bowed
793As s t ooping to releeue him: I not doubt
794He came aliue to Land.
795 Alon. No, no, hee's gone.
796 Seb. Sir you may thank your s elfe for this great lo s s e,
797That would not ble s s e our Europe with your daughter,
798But rather loo s e her to an A ff rican,
799Where s h e at lea s t , is bani s h 'd from your eye,
800Who hath cau s e to wet the greefe on't.
801 Alon. Pre-thee peace.
802 Seb. You were kneel'd too, & importun'd otherwi s e
803By all of vs: and the faire s oule her s elfe
804Waigh'd betweene loathne s s e, and obedience, at
805Which end o'th'beame s h ould bow: we haue lo s t your ( s on,
806I feare for euer: Millaine and Naples haue
807Mo widdowes in them of this bu s i ne s s e making,
808Then we bring men to comfort them:
809The faults your owne.
810 Alon. So is the deer' s t oth' lo s s e.
811 Gon. My Lord Seba s t ian,
812The truth you s peake doth lacke s ome gentlene s s e,
813And time to s peake it in: you rub the s ore,
814When you s h ould bring the plai s t er.
815 Seb. Very well. Ant. And mo s t Chirurgeonly.
816 Gon. It is foule weather in vs all, good Sir,
817When you are cloudy.
818 Seb. Fowle weather? Ant. Very foule.
819 Gon. Had I plantation of this I s l e my Lord.
820 Ant. Hee'd s ow't w ith Nettle- s eed.
821 Seb. Or dockes, or Mallowes.
822 Gon. And were the King on't, what w ould I do?
823 Seb. Scape being drunke, for want of Wine.
824 Gon. I'th'Commonwealth I w ould (by contraries)
825Execute all things: For no kinde of Tra ffi cke
826Would I admit: No name of Magi s t rate:
827Letters s h ould not be knowne: Riches, pouerty,
828And v s e of s eruice, none: Contra ct , Succe s sion,
829Borne, bound of Land, Tilth, Vineyard none:
830No v s e of Mettall, Corne, or Wine, or Oyle:
831No occupation, all men idle, all:
832And Women too, but innocent and pure:
833No Soueraignty.
834 Seb. Yet he w ould be King on't.
835 Ant. The latter end of his Common-wealth forgets
836the beginning.
837 Gon. All things in common Nature s h ould produce
838Without s weat or endeuour: Trea s on, fellony,
839Sword, Pike, Knife, Gun, or neede of any Engine
840Would I not haue: but Nature s h ould bring forth
841Of it owne kinde, all foyzon, all abundance
842To feed my innocent people.
843 Seb. No marrying 'mong his s ubie ct s?
844 Ant. None (man) all idle; Whores and knaues,
845 Gon. I w ould w ith s uch perfe ct ion gouerne Sir:
846T'Excell the Golden Age.
847 Seb. 'Saue his Maie s t y. Ant. Long liue Gonzalo.
848 Gon. And do you marke me, Sir?
849 Alon. Pre-thee no more: thou do s t talke nothing to (me.
850 Gon. I do w ell beleeue your Highne s s e, and did it
851to mini s t er occa s i on to the s e Gentlemen, who are of
852 s uch s en s i ble and nimble Lungs, that they alwayes v s e
853to laugh at nothing.
854 Ant. 'Twas you w e laugh'd at.
855 Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling am nothing
856to you: s o you may continue, and laugh at nothing s t ill.
857 Ant. What a blow w as there giuen?
858 Seb. And it had not falne fl at-long.
859 Gon. You are Gentlemen of braue mettal: you would
860lift the Moone out of her s pheare, if s h e would continue
861in it fi ue weekes w ithout changing.
862 Enter Ariell playing s olemne Mu s i cke.
863 Seb. We w ould s o, and then go a Bat-fowling.
864 Ant. Nay good my Lord, be not angry.
865 Gon. No I warrant you, I w ill not aduenture my
866di s cretion s o weakly: Will you laugh me a s l eepe, for I
867am very heauy.
868 Ant. Go s l eepe, and heare vs.
869 Alon. What, all s o s oone a s l eepe? I wi s h mine eyes
870Would (with them s elues) s h ut vp my thoughts,
871I fi nde they are inclin'd to do s o.
872 Seb. Plea s e you Sir,
873Do not omit the heauy o ff er of it:
874It s i ldome vi s i ts s orrow, when it doth, it is a Comforter.
875 Ant. We two my Lord, will guard your per s on,
876While you take your re s t , and watch your s afety.
877 Alon. Thanke you: Wondrous heauy.
878 Seb. What a s t range drow s i nes po s s e s s es them?
879 Ant. It is the quality o'th'Clymate.
880 Seb. Why
881Doth it not then our eye-lids s i nke? I fi nde
882Not my s elfe di s pos'd to s l eep.
883 Ant. Nor I, my s pirits are nimble:
884They fell together all, as by con s ent
885They dropt, as by a Thunder- s t roke: what might
886Worthy Seba st ian? O, what might? no more:
887And yet, me thinkes I s ee it in thy face,
888What thou s h ould' s t be: th'occa s i on s peaks thee, and
889My s t rong imagination s ee's a Crowne
890Dropping vpon thy head.
891 Seb. What? art thou waking?
892 Ant. Do you not heare me s peake?
893 Seb. I do, and s urely
894It is a s l eepy Language; and thou s peak' s t
895Out of thy s l eepe: What is it thou did s t s ay?
896This is a s t range repo s e, to be a s l eepe
897With eyes wide open: s t anding, s peaking, mouing:
898And yet s o fa s t a s l eepe.
899 Ant. Noble Seba s t ian,
900Thou let' s t thy fortune s l eepe: die rather: wink' s t
901Whiles thou art waking.
902 Seb. Thou do' s t s nore di s t in ct ly,
903There's meaning in thy s nores.
904 Ant. I am more s erious then my cu s t ome: you
905Mu s t be s o too, if heed me: which to do,
906Trebbles thee o're.
907 Seb. Well: I am s t anding water.
908 Ant. Ile teach you how to fl ow.
909 Seb. Do s o: to ebbe
910Hereditary Sloth in s t ru ct s me.
911 Ant. O!
912If you but knew how you the purpo s e cheri s h
913Whiles thus you mocke it: how in s t ripping it
914You more inue s t it: ebbing men, indeed
915(Mo s t often) do s o neere the bottome run
916By their owne feare, or s l oth.
917 Seb. 'Pre-thee s ay on,
918The s etting of thine eye, and cheeke proclaime
919A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
920Which throwes thee much to yeeld.
921 Ant. Thus Sir:
922Although this Lord of weake remembrance; this
923Who s h all be of as little memory
924When he is earth'd, hath here almo s t per s waded
925(For hee's a Spirit of per s wa s i on, onely
926Profe s s es to per s wade) the King his s onne's aliue,
927'Tis as impo s sible that hee's vndrown'd,
928As he that s l eepes heere, s wims.
929 Seb. I haue no hope
930That hee's vndrown'd.
931 Ant. O, out of that no hope,
932What great hope haue you? No hope that way, Is
933Another way s o high a hope, that euen
934Ambition cannot pierce a winke beyond
935But doubt di s couery there. Will you grant with me
936That Ferdinand is drown'd.
937 Seb. He's gone.
938 Ant. Then tell me, who's the next heire of Naples?
939 Seb. Claribell.
940 Ant. She that is Queene of Tun is : s h e that dwels
941Ten leagues beyond mans life: s h e that from Naples
942Can haue no note, vnle s s e the Sun were po s t :
943The Man i'th Moone's too s l ow, till new-borne chinnes
944Be rough, and Razor-able: She that from whom
945We all were s ea- s wallow'd, though s ome ca s t againe,
946(And by that de s t iny) to performe an a ct
947Whereof, what's pa s t is Prologue; what to come
948In yours, and my di s charge.
949 Seb. What s t u ff e is this? How s ay you?
950'Tis true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tun is ,
951So is s h e heyre of Naples, 'twixt which Regions
952There is s ome s pace.
953 Ant. A s pace, who s e eu'ry cubit
954Seemes to cry out, how s h all that Claribell
955Mea s ure vs backe to Naples? keepe in Tun is ,
956And let Seba s t ian wake. Say, this were death
957That now hath s eiz'd them, why they were no wor s e
958Then now they are: There be that can rule Naples
959As well as he that s l eepes: Lords, that can prate
960As amply, and vnnece s s arily
961As this Gonzallo: I my s elfe could make
962A Chough of as deepe chat: O, that you bore
963The minde that I do; what a s l eepe were this
964For your aduancement? Do you vnder s t and me?
965 Seb. Me thinkes I do.
966 Ant. And how do's your content
967Tender your owne good fortune?
968 Seb. I remember
969You did s upplant your Brothet Pro s pero.
970 Ant. True:
971And looke how well my Garments s i t vpon me,
972Much feater then before: My Brothers s eruants
973Were then my fellowes, now they are my men.
974 Seb. But for your con s cience.
975 Ant. I Sir: where lies that? If 'twere a kybe
976'Twould put me to my s l ipper: But I feele not
977This Deity in my bo s ome: 'Twentie con s ciences
978That s t and 'twixt me, and Millaine, candied be they,
979And melt ere they molle s t : Heere lies your Brother,
980No better then the earth he lies vpon,
981If he were that which now hee's like (that's dead)
982Whom I with this obedient s t eele (three inches of it)
983Can lay to bed for euer: whiles you doing thus,
984To the perpetuall winke for aye might put
985This ancient mor s ell: this Sir Prudence, who
986Should not vpbraid our cour s e: for all the re s t
987They'l take s ugge s t ion, as a Cat laps milke,
988They'l tell the clocke, to any bu s i ne s s e that
989We s ay be fi ts the houre.
990 Seb. Thy ca s e, deere Friend
991Shall be my pre s i dent: As thou got' s t Millaine,
992I'le come by Naples: Draw thy s word, one s t roke
993Shall free thee from the tribute which thou paie s t ,
994And I the King s h all loue thee.
995 Ant. Draw together:
996And when I reare my hand, do you the like
997To fall it on Gonzalo.
998 Seb. O, but one word.
999 Enter Ariell with Mu s i cke and Song.
1000 Ariel. My Ma s t er through his Art fore s ees the danger
1001That you (his friend) are in, and s ends me forth
1002(For el s e his proie ct dies) to keepe them liuing.
1003 Sings in Gonzaloes eare.
While you here do s noaring lie,
1005Open-ey'd Con s p iracie
1006H is time doth take:
1007 If of Life you keepe a care,
1008Shake o ff s l umber and beware.
1009Awake, awake.
1010 Ant. Then let vs both be s odaine.
1011 Gon. Now, good Angels pre s erue the King.
1012 Alo. Why how now hoa; awake? why are you drawn?
1013Wherefore this gha s t ly looking?
1014 Gon. What's the matter?
1015 Seb. Whiles we s t ood here s ecuring your repo s e,
1016(Euen now) we heard a hollow bur s t of bellowing
1017Like Buls, or rather Lyons, did't not wake you?
1018It s t rooke mine eare mo s t terribly.
1019 Alo. I heard nothing.
1020 Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a Mon s t ers eare;
1021To make an earthquake: s ure it was the roare
1022Of a whole heard of Lyons.
1023 Alo. Heard you this Gonzalo?
1024 Gon. Vpon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming,
1025(And that a s t range one too) which did awake me:
1026I s h ak'd you Sir, and cride: as mine eyes opend,
1027I s aw their weapons drawne: there was a noy s e,
1028That's verily: 'tis be s t we s t and vpon our guard;
1029Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.
1030 Alo. Lead o ff this ground & let's make further s earch
1031For my poore s onne.
1032 Gon. Heauens keepe him from the s e Bea s t s:
1033For he is s ure i'th I s l and.
1034 Alo. Lead away.
1035 Ariell. Pro s p ero my Lord, s h all know what I haue (done.
1036So (King) goe s afely on to s eeke thy Son. Exeunt.
1037 Sc oe na Secunda.
1038 Enter Caliban, with a burthen of Wood (a noy s e of
1039Thunder heard.)
1040 Cal. All the infe ct ions that the Sunne s uckes vp
1041From Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Pro s per fall, and make him
1042By ynch-meale a di s ea s e: his Spirits heare me,
1043And yet I needes mu s t cur s e. But they'll nor pinch,
1044Fright me with Vrchyn- s h ewes, pitch me i'th mire,
1045Nor lead me like a fi re-brand, in the darke
1046Out of my way, vnle s s e he bid 'em; but
1047For euery tri fl e, are they s et vpon me,
1048Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me,
1049And after bite me: then like Hedg-hogs, which
1050Lye tumbling in my bare-foote way, and mount
1051Their pricks at my foot-fall: s ometime am I
1052All wound with Adders, who with clouen tongues
1053Doe hi s s e me into madne s s e: Lo, now Lo, Enter Trinculo.
1054Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment me
1055For bringing wood in s l owly: I'le fall fl at,
1056Perchance he will not minde me.
1057 Tri. Here's neither bu s h , nor s h rub to beare o ff any
1058weather at all: and another Storme brewing, I heare it
1059 s i ng ith' winde: yond s ame blacke cloud, yond huge
1060one, lookes like a foule bumbard that would s h ed his
1061licquor: if it s h ould thunder, as it did before, I know
1062not where to hide my head: yond s ame cloud cannot
1063choo s e but fall by paile-fuls. What haue we here, a man,
1064or a fi s h ? dead or aliue? a fi s h , hee s mels like a fi s h : a
1065very ancient and fi s h -like s mell: a kinde of, not of the
1066newe s t poore-Iohn: a s t range fi s h : were I in England
1067now (as once I was) and had but this fi s h painted; not
1068a holiday-foole there but would giue a peece of s i luer:
1069there, would this Mon s t er, make a man: any s t range
1070bea s t there, makes a man: when they will not giue a
1071doit to relieue a lame Begger, they will lay out ten to s ee
1072a dead Indian: Leg'd like a man; and his Finnes like
1073Armes: warme o' my troth: I doe now let loo s e my o -
1074pinion; hold it no longer; this is no fi s h , but an I s l an -
1075der, that hath lately s u ff ered by a Thunderbolt: Alas,
1076the s t orme is come againe: my be s t way is to creepe vn -
1077der his Gaberdine: there is no other s h elter herea -
1078bout: Mi s ery acquaints a man with s t range bedfel -
1079lowes: I will here s h rowd till the dregges of the s t orme
1081 Enter Stephano s i nging.
1082 Ste. I s h all no more to s ea, to s ea, here s h all I dye a s h ore.
1083This is a very s curuy tune to s i ng at a mans
1084Funerall: well, here's my comfort. Drinkes.
The Ma s t er, the Swabber, the Boate- s waine & I;
1086The Gunner, and his Mate
1087Lou'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margerie,
1088But none of vs car'd for Kate.
1089For s h e had a tongue with a tang,
1090Would cry to a Sailor goe hang:
1091She lou'd not the s auour of Tar nor of Pitch,
1092Yet a Tailor might s cratch her where ere s h e did itch.
1093Then to Sea Boyes, and let her goe hang.
1094This is a s curuy tune too:
1095But here's my comfort. drinks.
1096 Cal. Doe not torment me: oh.
1097 Ste. What's the matter?
1098Haue we diuels here?
1099Doe you put trickes vpon's with Saluages, and Men of
1100Inde? ha? I haue not s cap'd drowning, to be afeard
1101now of your foure legges: for it hath bin s aid; as pro -
1102per a man as euer went on foure legs, cannot make him
1103giue ground: and it s h all be s aid s o againe, while Ste -
1104phano breathes at' no s t rils.
1105 Cal. The Spirit torments me: oh.
1106 Ste. This is s ome Mon s t er of the I s l e, with foure legs;
1107who hath got (as I take it) an Ague: where the diuell
1108 s h ould he learne our language? I will giue him s ome re -
1109liefe if it be but for that: if I can recouer him, and keepe
1110him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a Pre -
1111 s ent for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-lea -
1113 Cal. Doe not torment me 'prethee: I'le bring my
1114wood home fa s t er.
1115 Ste. He's in his fi t now; and doe's not talke after the
1116wi s e s t ; hee s h all ta s t e of my Bottle: if hee haue neuer
1117drunke wine afore, it will goe neere to remoue his Fit:
1118if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, I will not take
1119too much for him; hee s h all pay for him that hath him,
1120and that s oundly.
1121 Cal. Thou do' s t me yet but little hurt; thou wilt a -
1122non, I know it by thy trembling: Now Pro s per workes
1124 Ste. Come on your wayes: open your mouth: here
1125is that which will giue language to you Cat; open your
1126mouth; this will s h ake your s h aking, I can tell you, and
1127that s oundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open
1128your chaps againe.
1129 Tri. I s h ould know that voyce:
1130It s h ould be,
1131But hee is dround; and the s e are diuels; O de -
1133 Ste. Foure legges and two voyces; a mo s t delicate
1134Mon s t er: his forward voyce now is to s peake well of
1135his friend; his backward voice, is to vtter foule s peeches,
1136and to detra ct : if all the wine in my bottle will recouer
1137him, I will helpe his Ague: Come: Amen, I will
1138poure s ome in thy other mouth.
1139 Tri. Stephano.
1140 Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy:
1141This is a diuell, and no Mon s t er: I will leaue him, I
1142haue no long Spoone.
1143 Tri. Stephano: if thou bee s t Stephano, touch me, and
1144 s peake to me: for I am Trinculo; be not afeard, thy
1145good friend Trinculo.
1146 Ste. If thou bee' s t Trinculo: come foorth: I'le pull
1147thee by the le s s er legges: if any be Trinculo's legges,
1148the s e are they: Thou art very Trinculo indeede: how
1149cam' s t thou to be the s i ege of this Moone-calfe? Can
1150he vent Trinculo's?
1151 Tri. I tooke him to be kil'd with a thunder- s t rok; but
1152art thou not dround Stephano: I hope now thou art
1153not dround: Is the Storme ouer-blowne? I hid mee
1154vnder the dead Moone-Calfes Gaberdine, for feare of
1155the Storme: And art thou liuing Stephano? O Stephano,
1156two Neapolitanes s cap'd?
1157 Ste. 'Prethee doe not turne me about, my s t omacke
1158is not con s t ant.
1159 Cal. The s e be fi ne things, and if they be not s prights:
1160that's a braue God, and beares Cele s t iall liquor: I will
1161kneele to him.
1162 Ste. How did' s t thou s cape?
1163How cam' s t thou hither?
1164Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam' s t hither: I e s cap'd
1165vpon a But of Sacke, which the Saylors heaued o're -
1166boord, by this Bottle which I made of the barke of
1167a Tree, with mine owne hands, s i nce I was ca s t a' -
1169 Cal. I'le s weare vpon that Bottle, to be thy true s ub -
1170ie ct , for the liquor is not earthly.
1171 St. Heere: s weare then how thou e s cap'd s t .
1172 Tri. Swom a s h ore (man) like a Ducke: I can s wim
1173like a Ducke i'le be s worne.
1174 Ste. Here, ki s s e the Booke.
1175Though thou can s t s wim like a Ducke, thou art made
1176like a Goo s e.
1177 Tri. O Stephano, ha' s t any more of this?
1178 Ste. The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rocke
1179by th' s ea- s i de, where my Wine is hid:
1180How now Moone-Calfe, how do's thine Ague?
1181 Cal. Ha' s t thou not dropt from heauen?
1182 Ste. Out o'th Moone I doe a s s ure thee. I was the
1183Man ith' Moone, when time was.
1184 Cal. I haue s eene thee in her: and I doe adore thee:
1185My Mi s t ris s h ew'd me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Bu s h .
1186 Ste. Come, s weare to that: ki s s e the Booke: I will
1187furni s h it anon with new Contents: Sweare.
1188 Tri. By this good light, this is a very s h allow Mon -
1189 s t er: I afeard of him? a very weake Mon s t er:
1190The Man ith' Moone?
1191A mo s t poore creadulous Mon s t er:
1192Well drawne Mon s t er, in good s ooth.
1193 Cal. Ile s h ew thee euery fertill ynch 'oth I s l and: and
1194I will ki s s e thy foote: I prethee be my god.
1195 Tri. By this light, a mo s t per fi dious, and drunken
1196Mon s t er, when's god's a s l eepe he'll rob his Bottle.
1197 Cal. Ile ki s s e thy foot. Ile s weare my s elfe thy Subie ct .
1198 Ste. Come on then: downe and s weare.
1199 Tri. I s h all laugh my s elfe to death at this puppi-hea -
1200ded Mon s t er: a mo s t s curuie Mon s t er: I could fi nde in
1201my heart to beate him.
1202 Ste. Come, ki s s e.
1203 Tri. But that the poore Mon s t er's in drinke:
1204An abhominable Mon s t er.
1205 Cal. I'le s h ew thee the be s t Springs: I'le plucke thee
1206Berries: I'le fi s h for thee; and get thee wood enough.
1207A plague vpon the Tyrant that I s erue;
1208I'le beare him no more Stickes, but follow thee, thou
1209wondrous man.
1210 Tri. A mo s t rediculous Mon s t er, to make a wonder of
1211a poore drunkard.
1212 Cal. I 'prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow;
1213and I with my long nayles will digge thee pig-nuts;
1214 s h ow thee a Iayes ne s t , and in s t ru ct thee how to s nare
1215the nimble Marmazet: I'le bring thee to clu s t ring
1216Philbirts, and s ometimes I'le get thee young Scamels
1217from the Rocke: Wilt thou goe with me?
1218 Ste. I pre'thee now lead the way without any more
1219talking. Trinculo, the King, and all our company el s e
1220being dround, wee will inherit here: Here; beare my
1221Bottle: Fellow Trinculo; we'll fi ll him by and by a -
1223 Caliban Sings drunkenly.
1224Farewell Ma s t er; farewell, farewell.
1225 Tri. A howling Mon s t er: a drunken Mon s t er.
Cal. No more dams I'le make for fi s h ,
1227Nor fetch in fi ring, at requiring,
1228Nor s crape trenchering, nor wa s h di s h ,
1229Ban' ban' Cacalyban
1230H as a new Ma s t er, get a new Man.
1231Freedome, high-day, high-day freedome, freedome high -
1232day, freedome.
1233 Ste. O braue Mon s t er; lead the way. Exeunt.
1234 A ct us Tertius. Sc oe na Prima.
1235 Enter Ferdinand (bearing a Log.)
1236 Fer. There be s ome Sports are painfull; & their labor
1237Delight in them s et o ff : Some kindes of ba s ene s s e
1238Are nobly vndergon; and mo s t poore matters
1239Point to rich ends: this my meane Ta s ke
1240Would be as heauy to me, as odious, but
1241The Mi s t ris which I s erue, quickens what's dead,
1242And makes my labours, plea s ures: O She is
1243Ten times more gentle, then her Father's crabbed;
1244And he's compos'd of har s h ne s s e. I mu s t remoue
1245Some thou s ands of the s e Logs, and pile them vp,
1246Vpon a s ore iniun ct ion; my s weet Mi s t ris
1247Weepes when s h e s ees me worke, & s aies, s uch ba s enes
1248Had neuer like Executor: I forget:
1249But the s e s weet thoughts, doe euen refre s h my labours,
1250Mo s t bu s i e le s t , when I doe it. Enter Miranda and Pro s p ero.
1251 Mir. Alas, now pray you
1252Worke not s o hard: I would the lightning had
1253Burnt vp tho s e Logs that you are enioynd to pile:
1254Pray s et it downe, and re s t you: when this burnes
1255'Twill weepe for hauing wearied you: my Father
1256Is hard at s t udy; pray now re s t your s elfe,
1257Hee's s afe for the s e three houres.
1258 Fer. O mo s t deere Mi s t ris,
1259The Sun will s et before I s h all di s charge
1260What I mu s t s t riue to do.
1261 Mir. If you'l s i t downe
1262Ile beare your Logges the while: pray giue me that,
1263Ile carry it to the pile.
1264 Fer. No precious Creature,
1265I had rather cracke my s i newes, breake my backe,
1266Then you s h ould s uch di s h onor vndergoe,
1267While I s i t lazy by.
1268 Mir. It would become me
1269As well as it do's you; and I s h ould do it
1270With much more ea s e: for my good will is to it,
1271And yours it is again s t .
1272 Pro. Poore worme thou art infe ct ed,
1273This vi s i tation s h ewes it.
1274 Mir. You looke wearily.
1275 Fer. No, noble Mi s t ris, 'tis fre s h morning with me
1276When y ou are by at night: I do be s eech you
1277Cheefely, that I might s et it in my prayers,
1278What is your name?
1279 Mir. Miranda, O my Father,
1280I haue broke your he s t to s ay s o.
1281 Fer. Admir'd Miranda,
1282Indeede the top of Admiration, worth
1283What's deere s t to the world: full many a Lady
1284I haue ey'd with be s t regard, and many a time
1285Th'harmony of their tongues, hath into bondage
1286Brought my too diligent eare: for s euerall vertues
1287Haue I lik'd s euerall women, neuer any
1288 W ith s o full s oule, but s ome defe ct in her
1289Did quarrell with the noble s t grace s h e ow'd,
1290And put it to the foile. But you, O you,
1291So perfe ct , and s o peetle s s e, are created
1292Of euerie Creatures be s t .
1293 Mir. I do not know
1294One of my s exe; no womans face remember,
1295Saue from my gla s s e, mine owne: Nor haue I s eene
1296More that I may call men, then you good friend,
1297And my deere Father: how features are abroad
1298I am s kille s s e of; but by my mode s t ie
1299(The iewell in my dower) I would not wi s h
1300Any Companion in the world but you:
1301Nor can imagination forme a s h ape
1302Be s i des your s elfe, to like of: but I prattle
1303Something too wildely, and my Fathers precepts
1304I therein do forget.
1305 Fer. I am, in my condition
1306A Prince ( Miranda) I do thinke a King
1307(I would not s o) and would no more endure
1308This wodden s l auerie, then to s u ff er
1309The fl e s h - fl ie blow my mouth: heare my s oule s peake.
1310The verie in s t ant that I s aw you, did
1311My heart fl ie to your s eruice, there re s i des
1312To make me s l aue to it, and for your s ake
1313Am I this patient Logge-man.
1314 Mir. Do you loue me?
1315 Fer. O heauen; O earth, beare witnes to this s ound,
1316And crowne what I profe s s e with kinde euent
1317If I s peake true: if hollowly, inuert
1318 W hat be s t is boaded me, to mi s chiefe: I,
1319Beyond all limit of what el s e i'th world
1320Do loue, prize, honor you.
1321 Mir. I am a foole
1322To weepe at what I am glad of.
1323 Pro. Faire encounter
1324Of two mo s t rare a ff e ct ions: heauens raine grace
1325On that which breeds betweene 'em.
1326 Fer. W herefore weepe you?
1327 Mir. At mine vnworthine s s e, that dare not o ff er
1328 W hat I de s i re to giue; and much le s s e take
1329 W hat I s h all die to want: But this is tri fl ing,
1330And all the more it s eekes to hide it s elfe,
1331The bigger bulke it s h ewes. Hence ba s h full cunning,
1332And prompt me plaine and holy innocence.
1333I am your wife, if you will marrie me;
1334If not, Ile die your maid: to be your fellow
1335You may denie me, but Ile be your s eruant
1336 W hether you will or no.
1337 Fer. My Mi s t ris (deere s t )
1338And I thus humble euer.
1339 Mir. My husband then?
1340 Fer. I, with a heart as willing
1341As bondage ere of freedome: heere's my hand.
1342 Mir. And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewel
1343Till halfe an houre hence.
1344 Fer. A thou s and, thou s and. Exeunt.
1345 Pro. So glad of this as they I cannot be,
1346 W ho are s urpriz'd with all; but my reioycing
1347At nothing can be more: Ile to my booke,
1348For yet ere s upper time, mu s t I performe
1349Much bu s i ne s s e appertaining. Exit.
1350 Sc oe na Secunda.
1351 Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo.
1352 Ste. Tell not me, when the But is out we will drinke
1353water, not a drop before; therefore beare vp, & boord
1354em' Seruant Mon s t er, drinke to me.
1355 Trin. Seruant Mon s t er? the folly of this Iland, they
1356 s ay there's but fi ue vpon this I s l e; we are three of them,
1357if th'other two be brain'd like vs, the State totters.
1358 Ste. Drinke s eruant Mon s t er when I bid thee, thy
1359eies are almo s t s et in thy head.
1360 Trin. W here s h ould they bee s et el s e? hee were a
1361braue Mon s t er indeede if they were s et in his taile.
1362 Ste. My man-Mon s t er hath drown'd his tongue in
1363 s acke: for my part the Sea cannot drowne mee, I s wam
1364ere I could recouer the s h ore, fi ue and thirtie Leagues
1365o ff and on, by this light thou s h alt bee my Lieutenant
1366Mon s t er, or my Standard.
1367 Trin. Your Lieutenant if you li s t , hee's no s t andard.
1368 Ste. W eel not run Mon s i eur Mon s t er.
1369 Trin. Nor go neither: but you'l lie like dogs, and yet
1370 s ay nothing neither.
1371 Ste. Moone-calfe, s peak once in thy life, if thou bee s t
1372a good Moone-calfe.
1373 Cal. How does thy honour? Let me licke thy s h ooe:
1374Ile not s erue him, he is not valiant.
1375 Trin. Thou lie s t mo s t ignorant Mon s t er, I am in ca s e
1376to iu s t le a Con s t able: why, thou debo s h 'd Fi s h thou,
1377was there euer man a Coward, that hath drunk s o much
1378Sacke as I to day? wilt thou tell a mon s t rous lie, being
1379but halfe a Fi s h , and halfe a Mon s t er?
1380 Cal. Loe, how he mockes me, wilt thou let him my
1382 Trin. Lord, quoth he? that a Mon s t er s h ould be s uch
1383a Naturall?
1384 Cal. Loe, loe againe: bite him to death I prethee.
1385 Ste. Trinculo, keepe a good tongue in your head: If
1386you proue a mutineere, the next Tree: the poore Mon -
1387 s t er's my s ubie ct , and he s h all not s u ff er indignity.
1388 Cal. I thanke my noble Lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd
1389to hearken once againe to the s uite I made to thee?
1390 Ste. Marry will I: kneele, and repeate it,
1391I will s t and, and s o s h all Trinculo.
1392 Enter Ariell inui s i ble.
1393 Cal. As I told thee before, I am s ubie ct to a Tirant,
1394A Sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me
1395Of the I s l and.
1396 Ariell. Thou lye s t .
1397 Cal. Thou lye s t , thou ie s t ing Monkey thou:
1398I would my valiant Ma s t er would de s t roy thee.
1399I do not lye.
1400 Ste. Trinculo, if y ou trouble him any more in's tale,
1401By this hand, I will s upplant s ome of your teeth.
1402 Trin. Why, I s aid nothing.
1403 Ste. Mum then, and no more: proceed.
1404 Cal. I s ay by Sorcery he got this I s l e
1405From me, he got it. If thy Greatne s s e will
1406Reuenge it on him, (for I know thou dar' s t )
1407But this Thing dare not.
1408 Ste. That's mo s t certaine.
1409 Cal. Thou s h alt be Lord of it, and Ile s erue thee.
1410 Ste. How now s h all this be compa s t ?
1411Can s t thou bring me to the party?
1412 Cal. Yea, yea my Lord, Ile yeeld him thee a s l eepe,
1413Where thou mai s t knocke a naile into his head.
1414 Ariell. Thou lie s t , thou can s t not.
1415 Cal. What a py'de Ninnie's this? Thou s curuy patch:
1416I do be s eech thy Greatne s s e giue him blowes,
1417And take his bottle from him: When that's gone,
1418He s h all drinke nought but brine, for Ile not s h ew him
1419Where the quicke Fre s h es are.
1420 Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger:
1421Interrupt the Mon s t er one word further, and by this
1422hand, Ile turne my mercie out o'doores, and make a
1423Stock fi s h of thee.
1424 Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing:
1425Ile go farther o ff .
1426 Ste. Did s t thou not s ay he lyed?
1427 Ariell. Thou lie s t .
1428 Ste. Do I s o? Take thou that,
1429As you like this, giue me the lye another time.
1430 Trin. I did not giue the lie: Out o'your wittes, and
1431hearing too?
1432A pox o'your bottle, this can Sacke and drinking doo:
1433A murren on your Mon s t er, and the diuell take your
1435 Cal. Ha, ha, ha.
1436 Ste. Now forward with your Tale: prethee s t and
1437further o ff .
1438 Cal. Beate him enough: after a little time
1439Ile beate him too.
1440 Ste. Stand farther: Come proceede.
1441 Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a cu s t ome with him
1442I'th afternoone to s l eepe: there thou mai s t braine him,
1443Hauing fi r s t s eiz'd his bookes: Or with a logge
1444Batter his skull, or paunch him with a s t ake,
1445Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember
1446Fir s t to po s s e s s e his Bookes; for without them
1447Hee's but a Sot, as I am; nor hath not
1448One Spirit to command: they all do hate him
1449As rootedly as I. Burne but his Bookes,
1450He ha's braue Vten s i ls (for s o he calles them)
1451Which when he ha's a hou s e, hee'l decke withall.
1452And that mo s t deeply to con s i der, is
1453The beautie of his daughter: he him s elfe
1454Cals her a non-pareill: I neuer s aw a woman
1455But onely Sycorax my Dam, and s h e;
1456But s h e as farre s urpa s s eth Sycorax,
1457As great' s t do's lea s t .
1458 Ste. Is it s o braue a La s s e?
1459 Cal. I Lord, s h e will become thy bed, I warrant,
1460And bring thee forth braue brood.
1461 Ste. Mon s t er, I will kill this man: his daughter and
1462I will be King and Queene, s aue our Graces: and Trin -
1463culo and thy s elfe s h all be Vice-royes:
1464Do s t thou like the plot Trinculo?
1465 Trin. Excellent.
1466 Ste. Giue me thy hand, I am s orry I beate thee:
1467But while thou liu' s t keepe a good tongue in thy head.
1468 Cal. Within this halfe houre will he be a s l eepe,
1469Wilt thou de s t roy him then?
1470 Ste. I on mine honour.
1471 Ariell. This will I tell my Ma s t er.
1472 Cal. Thou mak' s t me merry: I am full of plea s ure,
1473Let vs be iocond. Will you troule the Catch
1474You taught me but whileare?
1475 Ste. At thy reque s t Mon s t er, I will do rea s on,
1476Any rea s on: Come on Trinculo, let vs s i ng.
1478Flout 'em, and cout 'em: and skowt 'em, and fl out 'em,
1479Thought is free.
1480 Cal. That's not the tune.
1481 Ariell plaies the tune on a Tabor and Pipe.
1482 Ste. What is this s ame?
1483 Trin. This is the tune of our Catch, plaid by the pic -
1484ture of No-body.
1485 Ste. If thou bee s t a man, s h ew thy s elfe in thy likenes:
1486If thou bee s t a diuell, take't as thou li s t .
1487 Trin. O forgiue me my s i nnes.
1488 Ste. He that dies payes all debts: I de fi e thee;
1489Mercy vpon vs.
1490 Cal. Art thou a ff eard?
1491 Ste. No Mon s t er, not I.
1492 Cal. Be not a ff eard, the I s l e is full of noy s es,
1493Sounds, and s weet aires, that giue delight and hurt not:
1494Sometimes a thou s and twangling In s t ruments
1495Will hum about mine eares; and s ometime voices,
1496That if I then had wak'd after long s l eepe,
1497Will make me s l eepe againe, and then in dreaming,
1498The clouds methought would open, and s h ew riches
1499Ready to drop vpon me, that when I wak'd
1500I cri'de to dreame againe.
1501 Ste. This will proue a braue kingdome to me,
1502Where I s h all haue my Mu s i cke for nothing.
1503 Cal. When Pro s pero is de s t roy'd.
1504 Ste. That s h all be by and by:
1505I remember the s t orie.
1506 Trin. The s ound is going away,
1507Lets follow it, and after do our worke.
1508 Ste. Leade Mon s t er,
1509Wee'l follow: I would I could s ee this Taborer,
1510He layes it on.
1511 Trin. Wilt come?
1512Ile follow Stephano. Exeunt.
1513 Scena Tertia.
1514 Enter Alon s o, Seba s t ian, Anthonio, Gonzallo,
1515Adrian, Franci s co, &c.
1516 Gon. By'r lakin, I can goe no further, Sir,
1517My old bones akes: here's a maze trod indeede
1518Through fourth-rights, & Meanders: by your patience,
1519I needes mu s t re s t me.
1520 Al. Old Lord, I cannot blame thee,
1521Who, am my s elfe attach'd with wearine s s e
1522To th'dulling of my s pirits: Sit downe, and re s t :
1523Euen here I will put o ff my hope, and keepe it
1524No longer for my Flatterer: he is droun'd
1525Whom thus we s t ray to fi nde, and the Sea mocks
1526Our fru s t rate s earch on land: well, let him goe.
1527 Ant. I am right glad, that he's s o out of hope:
1528Doe not for one repul s e forgoe the purpo s e
1529That you re s olu'd t'e ff e ct .
1530 Seb. The next aduantage will we take throughly.
1531 Ant. Let it be to night,
1532For now they are oppre s s'd with trauaile, they
1533Will not, nor cannot v s e s uch vigilance
1534As when they are fre s h .
1535 Solemne and s t range Mu s i cke: and Pro s per on the top (inui -
1536 s i ble:) Enter s euerall s t range s h apes, bringing in a Banket;
1537and dance about it with gentle a ct ions of s alutations, and
1538inuiting the King, &c. to eate, they depart.
1539 Seb. I s ay to night: no more.
1540 Al. What harmony is this? my good friends, harke.
1541 Gon. Maruellous s weet Mu s i cke.
1542 Alo. Giue vs kind keepers, heauẽs: what were the s e?
1543 Seb. A liuing Drolerie: now I will beleeue
1544That there are Vnicornes: that in Arabia
1545There is one Tree, the Ph oe nix throne, one Ph oe nix
1546At this houre reigning there.
1547 Ant. Ile beleeue both:
1548And what do's el s e want credit, come to me
1549And Ile be s worne 'tis true: Trauellers nere did lye,
1550Though fooles at home condemne 'em.
1551 Gon. If in Naples
1552I s h ould report this now, would they beleeue me?
1553If I s h ould s ay I s aw s uch I s l ands;
1554(For certes, the s e are people of the I s l and)
1555Who though they are of mon s t rous s h ape, yet note
1556Their manners are more gentle, kinde, then of
1557Our humaine generation you s h all fi nde
1558Many, nay almo s t any.
1559 Pro. Hone s t Lord,
1560Thou ha s t s aid well: for s ome of you there pre s ent;
1561Are wor s e then diuels.
1562 Al. I cannot too much mu s e
1563Such s h apes, s uch ge s t ure, and s uch s ound expre s s i ng
1564(Although they want the v s e of tongue) a kinde
1565Of excellent dumbe di s cour s e.
1566 Pro. Prai s e in departing.
1567 Fr. They vani s h 'd s t rangely.
1568 Seb. No matter, s i nce
1569They haue left their Viands behinde; for wee haue s t o - (macks.
1570Wilt plea s e you ta s t e of what is here?
1571 Alo. Not I.
1572 Gon. Faith Sir, you neede not feare: when wee were (Boyes
1573Who would beleeue that there were Mountayneeres,
1574Dew-lapt, like Buls, who s e throats had hanging at 'em
1575Wallets of fl e s h ? or that there were s uch men
1576Who s e heads s t ood in their bre s t s? which now we fi nde
1577Each putter out of fi ue for one, will bring vs
1578Good warrant of.
1579 Al. I will s t and to, and feede,
1580Although my la s t , no matter, s i nce I feele
1581The be s t is pa s t : brother: my Lord, the Duke,
1582Stand too, and doe as we.
1583 Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariell (like a Harpey) claps
1584h is wings vpon the Table, and with a quient deuice the
1585Banquet vani s h es.
1586 Ar. You are three men of s i nne, whom de s t iny
1587That hath to in s t rument this lower world,
1588And what is in't: the neuer s urfeited Sea,
1589Hath caus'd to belch vp you; and on this I s l and,
1590Where man doth not inhabit, you 'mong s t men,
1591Being mo s t vn fi t to liue: I haue made you mad;
1592And euen with s uch like valour, men hang, and drowne
1593Their proper s elues: you fooles, I and my fellowes
1594Are mini s t ers of Fate, the Elements
1595Of whom your s words are temper'd, may as well
1596Wound the loud windes, or with bemockt-at-Stabs
1597Kill the s t ill clo s i ng waters, as dimini s h
1598One dowle that's in my plumbe: My fellow mini s t ers
1599Are like-invulnerable: if you could hurt,
1600Your s words are now too ma s s i e for your s t rengths,
1601And will not be vplifted: But remember
1602(For that's my bu s i ne s s e to you) that you three
1603From Millaine did s upplant good Pro s pero,
1604Expos'd vnto the Sea (which hath requit it)
1605Him, and his innocent childe: for which foule deed,
1606The Powres, delaying (not forgetting) haue
1607Incens'd the Seas, and Shores; yea, all the Creatures
1608Again s t your peace: Thee of thy Sonne, Alon s o
1609They haue bereft; and doe pronounce by me
1610Lingring perdition (wor s e then any death
1611Can be at once) s h all s t ep, by s t ep attend
1612You, and your wayes, who s e wraths to guard you from,
1613Which here, in this mo s t de s olate I s l e, el s e fals
1614Vpon your heads, is nothing but hearts- s orrow,
1615And a cleere life en s uing.
1616 He vani s h es in Thunder: then (to s oft Mu s i cke.) Enter the
1617 s h apes againe, and daunce (with mockes and mowes) and
1618carrying out the Table.
1619 Pro. Brauely the fi gure of this Harpie, ha s t thou
1620Perform'd (my Ariell) a grace it had deuouring:
1621Of my In s t ru ct ion, ha s t thou nothing bated
1622In what thou had' s t to s ay: s o with good life,
1623And ob s eruation s t range, my meaner mini s t ers
1624Their s euerall kindes haue done: my high charmes work,
1625And the s e (mine enemies) are all knit vp
1626In their di s t ra ct ions: they now are in my powre;
1627And in the s e fi ts, I leaue them, while I vi s i t
1628Yong Ferdinand (whom they s uppo s e is droun'd)
1629And his, and mine lou'd darling.
1630 Gon. I'th name of s omething holy, Sir, why s t and you
1631In this s t range s t are?
1632 Al. O, it is mon s t rous: mon s t rous:
1633Me thought the billowes s poke, and told me of it,
1634The windes did s i ng it to me: and the Thunder
1635(That deepe and dreadfull Organ-Pipe) pronounc'd
1636The name of Pro s per: it did ba s e my Tre s pa s s e,
1637Therefore my Sonne i'th Ooze is bedded; and
1638I'le s eeke him deeper then ere plummet s ounded,
1639And with him there lye mudded. Exit.
1640 Seb. But one feend at a time,
1641Ile fi ght their Legions ore.
1642 Ant. Ile be thy Second. Exeunt.
1643 Gon. All three of them are de s perate: their great guilt
1644(Like poy s on giuen to worke a great time after)
1645Now gins to bite the s pirits: I doe be s eech you
1646(That are of s uppler ioynts) follow them s wiftly,
1647And hinder them from what this exta s i e
1648May now prouoke them to.
1649 Ad. Follow, I pray you. Exeunt omnes.
1650 A ct us Quart us . Scena Prima.
1651 Enter Pro s pero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.
1652 Pro. If I haue too au s t erely puni s h 'd you,
1653Your compen s ation makes amends, for I
1654Haue giuen you here, a third of mine owne life,
1655Or that for which I liue: who, once againe
1656I tender to thy hand: All thy vexations
1657Were but my trials of thy loue, and thou
1658Ha s t s t rangely s t ood the te s t : here, afore heauen
1659I rati fi e this my rich guift: O Ferdinand,
1660Doe not s mile at me, that I boa s t her of,
1661For thou s h alt fi nde s h e will out- s t rip all prai s e
1662And make it halt, behinde her.
1663 Fer. I doe beleeue it
1664Again s t an Oracle.
1665 Pro. Then, as my gue s t , and thine owne acqui s i tion
1666Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But
1667If thou do' s t breake her Virgin-knot, before
1668All s an ct imonious ceremonies may
1669With full and holy right, be mini s t red,
1670No s weet a s per s i on s h all the heauens let fall
1671To make this contra ct grow; but barraine hate,
1672Sower-ey'd di s daine, and di s cord s h all be s t rew
1673The vnion of your bed, with weedes s o loathly
1674That you s h all hate it both: Therefore take heede,
1675As Hymens Lamps s h all light you.
1676 Fer. As I hope
1677For quiet dayes, faire I s s ue, and long life,
1678With s uch loue, as 'tis now the murkie s t den,
1679The mo s t opportune place, the s t rong s t s ugge s t ion,
1680Our wor s er Geni us can, s h all neuer melt
1681Mine honor into lu s t , to take away
1682The edge of that dayes celebration,
1683When I s h all thinke, or Ph oe b us Steeds are founderd,
1684Or Night kept chain'd below.
1685 Pro. Fairely s poke;
1686Sit then, and talke with her, s h e is thine owne;
1687What Ariell; my indu s t rious s eruãt Ariell. Enter Ariell.
1688 Ar. What would my potent ma s t er? here I am.
1689 Pro. Thou, and thy meaner fellowes, your la s t s eruice
1690Did worthily performe: and I mu s t v s e you
1691In s uch another tricke: goe bring the rabble
1692(Ore whom I giue thee powre) here, to this place:
1693Incite them to quicke motion, for I mu s t
1694Be s t ow vpon the eyes of this yong couple
1695Some vanity of mine Art: it is my promi s e,
1696And they expe ct it from me.
1697 Ar. Pre s ently?
1698 Pro. I: with a twincke.
1699 Ar. Before you can s ay come, and goe,
1700And breathe twice; and cry, s o, s o:
1701Each one tripping on his Toe,
1702Will be here with mop, and mowe.
1703Doe you loue me Ma s t er? no?
1704 Pro. Dearely, my delicate Ariell: doe not approach
1705Till thou do' s t heare me call.
1706 Ar. Well: I conceiue. Exit.
1707 Pro. Looke thou be true: doe not giue dalliance
1708Too much the raigne: the s t ronge s t oathes, are s t raw
1709To th' fi re ith' blood: be more ab s t enious,
1710Or el s e good night your vow.
1711 Fer. I warrant you, Sir,
1712The white cold virgin Snow, vpon my heart
1713Abates the ardour of my Liuer.
1714 Pro. Well.
1715Now come my Ariell, bring a Corolary,
1716Rather then want a Spirit; appear, & pertly. Soft mu s i ck.
1717No tongue: all eyes: be s i lent. Enter Ir is .
1718 Ir. Ceres, mo s t bounteous Lady, thy rich Leas
1719Of Wheate, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oates and Pea s e;
1720Thy Turphie-Mountaines, where liue nibling Sheepe,
1721And fl at Medes thetchd with Stouer, them to keepe:
1722Thy bankes with pioned, and twilled brims
1723Which s pungie Aprill, at thy he s t betrims;
1724To make cold Nymphes cha s t crownes; & thy broome - (groues;
1725Who s e s h adow the di s mi s s ed Batchelor loues,
1726Being la s s e-lorne: thy pole-clipt vineyard,
1727And thy Sea-marge s t irrile, and rockey-hard,
1728Where thou thy s elfe do' s t ayre, the Queene o'th Skie,
1729Who s e watry Arch, and me s s enger, am I.
1730Bids thee leaue the s e, & with her s oueraigne grace, Iuno de s cends.
1731Here on this gra s s e-plot, in this very place
1732To come, and s port: here Peacocks fl ye amaine:
1733Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertaine. Enter Ceres.
1734 Cer. Haile, many-coloured Me s s enger, that nere
1735Do' s t di s obey the wife of Iup iter:
1736Who, with thy s a ff ron wings, vpon my fl owres
1737Di ff u s e s t hony drops, refre s h ing s h owres,
1738And with each end of thy blew bowe do' s t crowne
1739My boskie acres, and my vn s h rubd downe,
1740Rich s carph to my proud earth: why hath thy Queene
1741Summond me hither, to this s h ort gras'd Greene?
1742 Ir. A contra ct of true Loue, to celebrate,
1743And s ome donation freely to e s t ate
1744On the bles'd Louers.
1745 Cer. Tell me heauenly Bowe,
1746If Ven us or her Sonne, as thou do' s t know,
1747Doe now attend the Queene? s i nce they did plot
1748The meanes, that duskie D is , my daughter got,
1749Her, and her blind-Boyes s candald company,
1750I haue for s worne.
1751 Ir. Of her s ocietie
1752Be not afraid: I met her deitie
1753Cutting the clouds towards Paphos: and her Son
1754Doue-drawn with her: here thought they to haue done
1755Some wanton charme, vpon this Man and Maide,
1756Who s e vowes are, that no bed-right s h all be paid
1757Till Hymens Torch be lighted: but in vaine,
1758Mar s es hot Minion is returnd againe,
1759Her wa s pi s h headed s onne, has broke his arrowes,
1760Swears he will s h oote no more, but play with Sparrows,
1761And be a Boy right out.
1762 Cer. Highe s t Queene of State,
1763Great Iuno comes, I know her by her gate.
1764 Iu. How do's my bounteous s i s t er? goe with me
1765To ble s s e this twaine, that they may pro s perous be,
1766And honourd in their I s s ue. They Sing.
1767 Iu. Honor, riches, marriage, ble s s i ng,
1768Long continuance, and encrea s i ng,
1769Hourely ioyes, be s t ill vpon you,
1770 Iuno s i ngs her ble s s i ngs on you.
1771Earths increa s e, foyzon plentie,
1772Barnes, and Garners, neuer empty.
1773Vines, with clu s t ring bunches growing,
1774Plants, wtth goodly burthen bowing:
1775Spring come to you at the farthe s t ,
1776In the very end of Harue s t .
1777Scarcity and want s h all s h un you,
1778Ceres ble s s i ng s o is on you.
1779 Fer. This is a mo s t maie s t icke vi s i on, and
1780Harmonious charmingly: may I be bold
1781To thinke the s e s pirits?
1782 Pro. Spirits, which by mine Art
1783I haue from their con fi nes call'd to ena ct
1784My pre s ent fancies.
1785 Fer. Let me liue here euer,
1786So rare a wondred Father, and a wife
1787Makes this place Paradi s e.
1788 Pro. Sweet now, s i lence:
1789Iuno and Ceres whi s per s eriou s l y,
1790There's s omething el s e to doe: hu s h , and be mute
1791Or el s e our s pell is mar'd.
1792 Iuno and Ceres whi sp er, and s end Iris on employment.
1793 Ir is . You Nimphs cald Nayades of y e windring brooks,
1794With your s edg'd crownes, and euer-harmele s s e lookes,
1795Leaue your cri s pe channels, and on this green-Land
1796An s were your s ummons, Iuno do's command.
1797Come temperate Nimphes, and helpe to celebrate
1798A Contra ct of true Loue: be not too late.
1799 Enter Certaine Nimphes.
1800You Sun-burn'd Sicklemen of Augu s t weary,
1801Come hether from the furrow, and be merry,
1802Make holly day: your Rye- s t raw hats put on,
1803And the s e fre s h Nimphes encounter euery one
1804In Country footing.
1805 Enter certaine Reapers (properly habited:) they ioyne with
1806the Nimphes, in a gracefull dance, towards the end where -
1807of, Pro s pero s t arts s odainly and s peakes, after which to a
1808 s t range hollow and confu s ed noy s e, they heauily vani s h .
1809 Pro. I had forgot that foule con s piracy
1810Of the bea s t Calliban, and his confederates
1811Again s t my life: the minute of their plot
1812Is almo s t come: Well done, auoid: no more.
1813 Fer. This is s t range: your fathers in s ome pa s s i on
1814That workes him s t rongly.
1815 Mir. Neuer till this day
1816Saw I him touch'd with anger, s o di s t emper'd.
1817 Pro. You doe looke (my s on) in a mou'd s ort,
1818As if you were di s maid: be cheerefull Sir,
1819Our Reuels now are ended: The s e our a ct ors,
1820(As I foretold you) were all Spirits, and
1821Are melted into Ayre, into thin Ayre,
1822And like the ba s ele s s e fabricke of this vi s i on
1823The Clowd-capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces,
1824The s olemne Temples, the great Globe it s elfe,
1825Yea, all which it inherit, s h all di s s olue,
1826And like this in s ub s t antiall Pageant faded
1827Leaue not a racke behinde: we are s uch s t u ff e
1828As dreames are made on; and our little life
1829Is rounded with a s l eepe: Sir, I am vext,
1830Beare with my weakene s s e, my old braine is troubled:
1831Be not di s t urb'd with my in fi rmitie,
1832If you be pleas'd, retire into my Cell,
1833And there repo s e, a turne or two, Ile walke
1834To s t ill my beating minde.
1835 Fer. Mir. We wi s h your peace. Exit.
1836 Pro. Come with a thought; I thank thee Ariell: come.
1837 Enter Ariell.
1838 Ar. Thy thoughts I cleaue to, what's thy plea s ure?
1839 Pro. Spirit: We mu s t prepare to meet with Caliban.
1840 Ar. I my Commander, when I pre s ented Ceres
1841I thought to haue told thee of it, but I fear'd
1842Lea s t I might anger thee.
1843 Pro. Say again, where did s t thou leaue the s e varlots?
1844 Ar. I told you Sir, they were red-hot with drinking,
1845So full of valour, that they s mote the ayre
1846For breathing in their faces: beate the ground
1847For ki s s i ng of their feete; yet alwaies bending
1848Towards their proie ct : then I beate my Tabor,
1849At which like vnback't colts they prickt their eares,
1850Aduanc'd their eye-lids, lifted vp their no s es
1851As they s melt mu s i cke, s o I charm'd their eares
1852That Calfe-like, they my lowing follow'd, through
1853Tooth'd briars, s h arpe fi rzes, pricking go s s e, & thorns,
1854Which entred their fraile s h ins: at la s t I left them
1855I'th' fi lthy mantled poole beyond your Cell,
1856There dancing vp to th'chins, that the fowle Lake
1857Ore- s t unck their feet.
1858 Pro. This was well done (my bird)
1859Thy s h ape inui s i ble retaine thou s t ill:
1860The trumpery in my hou s e, goe bring it hither
1861For s t ale to catch the s e theeues. Ar. I go, I goe. Exit.
1862 Pro. A Deuill, a borne-Deuill, on who s e nature
1863Nurture can neuer s t icke: on whom my paines
1864Humanely taken, all, all lo s t , quite lo s t ,
1865And, as with age, his body ouglier growes,
1866So his minde cankers: I will plague them all,
1867Euen to roaring: Come, hang on them this line.
1868 Enter Ariell, loaden with gli s t ering apparell, &c. Enter
1869Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.
1870 Cal. Pray you tread s oftly, that the blinde Mole may
1871not heare a foot fall: we now are neere his Cell.
1872 St. Mon s t er, your Fairy, w c you s ay is a harmles Fairy,
1873Has done little better then plaid the Iacke with vs.
1874 Trin. Mon s t er, I do s mell all hor s e-pi s s e, at which
1875My no s e is in great indignation.
1876 Ste. So is mine. Do you heare Mon s t er: If I s h ould
1877Take a di s plea s ure again s t you: Looke you.
1878 Trin. Thou wert but a lo s t Mon s t er.
1879 Cal. Good my Lord, giue me thy fauour s t il,
1880Be patient, for the prize Ile bring thee too
1881Shall hudwinke this mi s chance: therefore s peake s oftly,
1882All's hu s h t as midnight yet.
1883 Trin. I, but to loo s e our bottles in the Poole.
1884 Ste. There is not onely di s grace and di s h onor in that
1885Mon s t er, but an in fi nite lo s s e.
1886 Tr. That's more to me then my wetting:
1887Yet this is your harmle s s e Fairy, Mon s t er.
1888 Ste. I will fetch o ff my bottle,
1889Though I be o're eares for my labour.
1890 Cal. Pre-thee (my King) be quiet. See s t thou heere
1891This is the mouth o'th Cell: no noi s e, and enter:
1892Do that good mi s cheefe, which may make this I s l and
1893Thine owne for euer, and I thy Caliban
1894For aye thy foot-licker.
1895 Ste. Giue me thy hand,
1896I do begin to haue bloody thoughts.
1897 Trin. O King Stephano, O Peere: O worthy Stephano,
1898Looke what a wardrobe heere is for thee.
1899 Cal. Let it alone thou foole, it is but tra s h .
1900 Tri. Oh, ho, Mon s t er: wee know what belongs to a
1901frippery, O King Stephano.
1902 Ste. Put o ff that gowne (Trinculo) by this hand Ile
1903haue that gowne.
1904 Tri. Thy grace s h all haue it.
1905 Cal. The drop s i e drowne this foole, what doe you (meane
1906To doate thus on s uch luggage? let's alone
1907And doe the murther fi r s t : if he awake,
1908From toe to crowne hee'l fi ll our skins with pinches,
1909Make vs s t range s t u ff e.
1910 Ste. Be you quiet (Mon s t er) Mi s t ris line, is not this
1911my Ierkin? now is the Ierkin vnder the line: now Ier -
1912kin you are like to lo s e your haire, & proue a bald Ierkin.
1913 Trin. Doe, doe; we s t eale by lyne and leuell, and't
1914like your grace.
1915 Ste. I thank thee for that ie s t ; heer's a garment for't:
1916Wit s h all not goe vn-rewarded while I am King of this
1917Country: Steale by line and leuell, is an excellent pa s s e
1918of pate: there's another garment for't.
1919 Tri. Mon s t er, come put s ome Lime vpon your fi n -
1920gers, and away with the re s t .
1921 Cal. I will haue none on't: we s h all loo s e our time,
1922And all be turn'd to Barnacles, or to Apes
1923With foreheads villanous low.
1924 Ste. Mon s t er, lay to your fi ngers: helpe to beare this
1925away, where my hog s h ead of wine is, or Ile turne you
1926out of my kingdome: goe to, carry this.
1927 Tri. And this.
1928 Ste. I, and this.
1929 A noy s e of Hunters heard. Enter diuers Spirits in s h ape
1930 of Dogs and Hounds, hunting them about: Pro s p ero
1931 and Ariel s etting them on.
1932 Pro. Hey Mountaine, hey.
1933 Ari. Siluer: there it goes, Siluer.
1934 Pro. Fury, Fury: there Tyrant, there: harke, harke.
1935Goe, charge my Goblins that they grinde their ioynts
1936With dry Convultions, s h orten vp their s i newes
1937With aged Cramps, & more pinch- s potted make them,
1938Then Pard, or Cat o' Mountaine.
1939 Ari. Harke, they rore.
1940 Pro. Let them be hunted s oundly: At this houre
1941Lies at my mercy all mine enemies:
1942Shortly s h all all my labours end, and thou
1943Shalt haue the ayre at freedome: for a little
1944Follow, and doe me s eruice. Exeunt.
1945 A ct us quintus: Sc oe na Prima.
1946 Enter Pro s pero (in h is Magicke robes) and Ariel.
1947 Pro. Now do's my Proie ct gather to a head:
1948My charmes cracke not: my Spirits obey, and Time
1949Goes vpright with his carriage: how's the day?
1950 Ar. On the s i xt hower, at which time, my Lord
1951You s aid our worke s h ould cea s e.
1952 Pro. I did s ay s o,
1953When fi r s t I rais'd the Tempe s t : s ay my Spirit,
1954How fares the King, and's followers?
1955 Ar. Con fi n'd together
1956In the s ame fa s h ion, as you gaue in charge,
1957Iu s t as you left them; all pri s oners Sir
1958In the Line-groue which weather-fends your Cell,
1959They cannot boudge till your relea s e: The King,
1960His Brother, and yours, abide all three di s t ra ct ed,
1961And the remainder mourning ouer them,
1962Brim full of s orrow, and di s may: but chie fl y
1963Him that you term'd Sir, the good old Lord Gonzallo,
1964His teares runs downe his beard like winters drops
1965From eaues of reeds: your charm s o s t rongly works 'em
1966That if you now beheld them, your a ff e ct ions
1967Would become tender.
1968 Pro. Do s t thou thinke s o, Spirit?
1969 Ar. Mine would, Sir, were I humane.
1970 Pro. And mine s h all.
1971Ha s t thou (which art but aire) a touch, a feeling
1972Of their af fl i ct ions, and s h all not my s elfe,
1973One of their kinde, that relli s h all as s h arpely,
1974Pa s s i on as they, be kindlier mou'd then thou art?
1975Thogh with their high wrongs I am s t rook to th'quick,
1976Yet, with my nobler rea s on, gain s t my furie
1977Doe I take part: the rarer A ct ion is
1978In vertue, then in vengeance: they, being penitent,
1979The s ole drift of my purpo s e doth extend
1980Not a frowne further: Goe, relea s e them Ariell,
1981My Charmes Ile breake, their s ences Ile re s t ore,
1982And they s h all be them s elues.
1983 Ar. Ile fetch them, Sir. Exit.
1984 Pro. Ye Elues of hils, brooks, s t ãding lakes & groues,
1985And ye, that on the s ands with printle s s e foote
1986Doe cha s e the ebbing-Neptune, and doe fl ie him
1987When he comes backe: you demy-Puppets, that
1988By Moone- s h ine doe the greene s owre Ringlets make,
1989Whereof the Ewe not bites: and you, who s e pa s t ime
1990Is to make midnight-Mu s h rumps, that reioyce
1991To heare the s olemne Curfewe, by who s e ayde
1992(Weake Ma s t ers though ye be) I haue bedymn'd
1993The Noone-tide Sun, call'd forth the mutenous windes,
1994And twixt the greene Sea, and the azur'd vault
1995Set roaring warre: To the dread ratling Thunder
1996Haue I giuen fi re, and rifted Ioues s t owt Oke
1997With his owne Bolt: The s t rong ba s s'd promontorie
1998Haue I made s h ake, and by the s purs pluckt vp
1999The Pyne, and Cedar. Graues at my command
2000Haue wak'd their s l eepers, op'd, and let 'em forth
2001By my s o potent Art. But this rough Magicke
2002I heere abiure: and when I haue requir'd
2003Some heauenly Mu s i cke (which euen now I do)
2004To worke mine end vpon their Sences, that
2005This Ayrie-charme is for, I'le breake my s t a ff e,
2006Bury it certaine fadomes in the earth,
2007And deeper then did euer Plummet s ound
2008Ile drowne my booke. Solemne mu s i cke.
2009 Heere enters Ariel before: Then Alon s o with a franticke ge -
2010 s t ure, attended by Gonzalo. Seba s t ian and Anthonio in
2011 like manner attended by Adrian and Franci s co: They all
2012 enter the circle which Pro s pero had made, and there s t and
2013 charm'd: which Pro s pero ob s eruing, s p eakes.
2014A s olemne Ayre, and the be s t comforter,
2015To an vn s etled fancie, Cure thy braines
2016(Now v s ele s s e) boile within thy skull: there s t and
2017For you are Spell- s t opt.
2018Holy Gonzallo, Honourable man,
2019Mine eyes ev'n s ociable to the s h ew of thine
2020Fall fellowly drops: The charme di s s olues apace,
2021And as the morning s t eales vpon the night
2022(Melting the darkene s s e) s o their ri s i ng s ences
2023Begin to chace the ignorant fumes that mantle
2024Their cleerer rea s on. O good Gonzallo
2025My true pre s eruer, and a loyall Sir,
2026To him thou follow' s t ; I will pay thy graces
2027Home both in word, and deede: Mo s t cruelly
2028Did thou Alon s o, v s e me, and my daughter:
2029Thy brother was a furtherer in the A ct ,
2030Thou art pinch'd for't now Seba s t ian. Fle s h , and bloud,
2031You, brother mine, that entertaine ambition,
2032Expelld remor s e, and nature, whom, with Seba s t ian
2033(Who s e inward pinches therefore are mo s t s t rong)
2034Would heere haue kill'd your King: I do forgiue thee,
2035Vnnaturall though thou art: Their vnder s t anding
2036Begins to s well, and the approching tide
2037Will s h ortly fi ll the rea s onable s h ore
2038That now ly foule, and muddy: not one of them
2039That yet lookes on me, or would know me: Ariell,
2040Fetch me the Hat, and Rapier in my Cell,
2041I will di s ca s e me, and my s elfe pre s ent
2042As I was s ometime Millaine: quickly Spirit,
2043Thou s h alt ere long be free.
2044 Ariell s i ngs, and helps to attire him.
2045Where the Bee s ucks, there s uck I,
2046In a Cow s l ips bell, I lie,
2047There I cowch when Owles doe crie,
2048On the Batts backe I doe fl ie
2049after Sommer merrily.
2050Merrily, merrily, s h all I liue now,
2051Vnder the blo s s om that hangs on the Bow.
2052 Pro. Why that's my dainty Ariell: I s h all mi s s e
2053Thee, but yet thou s h alt haue freedome: s o, s o, s o.
2054To the Kings s h ip, inui s i ble as thou art,
2055There s h alt thou fi nde the Marriners a s l eepe
2056Vnder the Hatches: the Ma s t er and the Boat- s waine
2057Being awake, enforce them to this place;
2058And pre s ently, I pre'thee.
2059 Ar. I drinke the aire before me, and returne
2060Or ere your pul s e twice beate. Exit.
2061 Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement
2062Inhabits heere: s ome heauenly power guide vs
2063Out of this fearefull Country.
2064 Pro. Behold Sir King
2065The wronged Duke of Millaine, Pro s p ero:
2066For more a s s urance that a liuing Prince
2067Do's now s peake to thee, I embrace thy body,
2068And to thee, and thy Company, I bid
2069A hearty welcome.
2070 Alo. Where thou bee' s t he or no,
2071Or s ome inchanted tri fl le to abu s e me,
2072(As late I haue beene) I not know: thy Pul s e
2073Beats as of fl e s h , and blood: and s i nce I s aw thee,
2074Th'af fl i ct ion of my minde amends, with which
2075I feare a madne s s e held me: this mu s t craue
2076(And if this be at all) a mo s t s t range s t ory.
2077Thy Dukedome I re s i gne, and doe entreat
2078Thou pardon me my wrongs: But how s h old Pro s p ero
2079Be liuing, and be heere?
2080 Pro. Fir s t , noble Frend,
2081Let me embrace thine age, who s e honor cannot
2082Be mea s ur'd, or con fi n'd.
2083 Gonz. Whether this be,
2084Or be not, I'le not s weare.
2085 Pro. You doe yet ta s t e
2086Some s ubtleties o'th'I s l e, that will not let you
2087Beleeue things certaine: Wellcome, my friends all,
2088But you, my brace of Lords, were I s o minded
2089I heere could plucke his Highne s s e frowne vpon you
2090And iu s t i fi e you Traitors: at this time
2091I will tell no tales.
2092 Seb. The Diuell s peakes in him:
2093 Pro. No:
2094For you (mo s t wicked Sir) whom to call brother
2095Would euen infe ct my mouth, I do forgiue
2096Thy ranke s t fault; all of them: and require
2097My Dukedome of thee, which, perforce I know
2098Thou mu s t re s t ore.
2099 Alo. If thou bee s t Pro s p ero
2100Giue vs particulars of thy pre s eruation,
2101How thou ha s t met vs heere, whom three howres s i nce
2102Were wrackt vpon this s h ore? where I haue lo s t
2103(How s h arp the point of this remembrance is)
2104My deere s onne Ferdinand.
2105 Pro. I am woe for't, Sir.
2106 Alo. Irreparable is the lo s s e, and patience
2107Saies, it is pa s t her cure.
2108 Pro. I rather thinke
2109You haue not s ought her helpe, of who s e s oft grace
2110For the like lo s s e, I haue her s oueraigne aid,
2111And re s t my s elfe content.
2112 Alo. You the like lo s s e?
2113 Pro. As great to me, as late, and s upportable
2114To make the deere lo s s e, haue I meanes much weaker
2115Then you may call to comfort you; for I
2116Haue lo s t my daughter.
2117 Alo. A daughter?
2118Oh heauens, that they were liuing both in Nalpes
2119The King and Queene there, that they were, I wi s h
2120My s elfe were mudded in that oo-zie bed
2121Where my s onne lies: when did you lo s e your daughter?
2122 Pro. In this la s t Tempe s t . I perceiue the s e Lords
2123At this encounter doe s o much admire,
2124That they deuoure their rea s on, and s carce thinke
2125Their eies doe o ffi ces of Truth: Their words
2126Are naturall breath: but how s oeu'r you haue
2127Beene iu s t led from your s ences, know for certain
2128That I am Pro s p ero, and that very Duke
2129Which was thru s t forth of Millaine, who mo s t s t rangely
2130Vpon this s h ore (where you were wrackt) was landed
2131To be the Lord on't: No more yet of this,
2132For 'tis a Chronicle of day by day,
2133Not a relation for a break-fa s t , nor
2134Be fi tting this fi r s t meeting: Welcome, Sir;
2135This Cell's my Court: heere haue I few attendants,
2136And Subie ct s none abroad: pray you looke in:
2137My Dukedome s i nce you haue giuen me againe,
2138I will requite you with as good a thing,
2139At lea s t bring forth a wonder, to content ye
2140As much, as me my Dukedome.
2141 Here Pro s pero di s couers Ferdinand and Miranda, play -
2142 ing at Che s s e.
2143 Mir. Sweet Lord, you play me fal s e.
2144 Fer. No my deare s t loue,
2145I would not for the world.
2146 Mir. Yes, for a s core of Kingdomes, you s h ould (wrangle,
2147And I would call it faire play.
2148 Alo. If this proue
2149A vi s i on of the I s l and, one deere Sonne
2150Shall I twice loo s e.
2151 Seb. A mo s t high miracle.
2152 Fer. Though the Seas threaten they are mercifull,
2153I haue curs'd them without cau s e.
2154 Alo. Now all the ble s s i ngs
2155Of a glad father, compa s s e thee about:
2156Ari s e, and s ay how thou cam' s t heere.
2157 Mir. O wonder!
2158How many goodly creatures are there heere?
2159How beauteous mankinde is? O braue new world
2160That has s uch people in't.
2161 Pro. 'Tis new to thee.
2162 Alo. What is this Maid, with whom thou was't at (play?
2163Your eld' s t acquaintance cannot be three houres:
2164Is s h e the godde s s e that hath s euer'd vs,
2165And brought vs thus together?
2166 Fer. Sir, s h e is mortall;
2167But by immortall prouidence, s h e's mine;
2168I cho s e her when I could not aske my Father
2169For his adui s e: nor thought I had one: She
2170Is daughter to this famous Duke of Millaine,
2171Of whom, s o often I haue heard renowne,
2172But neuer s aw before: of whom I haue
2173Receiu'd a s econd life; and s econd Father
2174This Lady makes him to me.
2175 Alo. I am hers.
2176But O, how odly will it s ound, that I
2177Mu s t aske my childe forgiuene s s e?
2178 Pro. There Sir s t op,
2179Let vs not b urthen our remembrances, with
2180A heauine s s e that's gon.
2181 Gon. I haue inly wept,
2182Or s h ould haue s poke ere this: looke downe you gods
2183And on this couple drop a ble s s ed crowne;
2184For it is you, that haue chalk'd forth the way
2185Which brought vs hither.
2186 Alo. I s ay Amen, Gonzallo.
2187 Gon. Was Millaine thru s t from Millaine, that his I s s ue
2188Should become Kings of Naples? O reioyce
2189Beyond a common ioy, and s et it downe
2190With gold on la s t ing Pillers: In one voyage
2191Did Claribell her husband fi nde at Tun is ,
2192And Ferdinand her brother, found a wife,
2193Where he him s elfe was lo s t : Pro s pero, his Dukedome
2194In a poore I s l e: and all of vs, our s elues,
2195When no man was his owne.
2196 Alo. Giue me your hands:
2197Let griefe and s orrow s t ill embrace his heart,
2198That doth not wi s h you ioy.
2199 Gon. Be it s o, Amen.
2200 Enter Ariell, with the Ma s t er and Boat s waine
2201amazedly following.
2202O looke Sir, looke Sir, here is more of vs:
2203I prophe s i 'd, if a Gallowes were on Land
2204This fellow could not drowne: Now bla s phemy,
2205That s wear' s t Grace ore-boord, not an oath on s h ore,
2206Ha s t thou no mouth by land?
2207What is the newes?
2208 Bot. The be s t newes is, that we haue s afely found
2209Our King, and company: The next: our Ship,
2210Which but three gla s s es s i nce, we gaue out s plit,
2211Is tyte, and yare; and brauely rig'd, as when
2212We fi r s t put out to Sea.
2213 Ar. Sir, all this s eruice
2214Haue I done s i nce I went.
2215 Pro. My trick s ey Spirit.
2216 Alo. The s e are not naturall euents, they s t rengthen
2217From s t range, to s t ranger: s ay, how came you hither?
2218 Bot. If I did thinke, Sir, I were well awake,
2219I'ld s t riue to tell you: we were dead of s l eepe,
2220And (how we know not) all clapt vnder hatches,
2221Where, but euen now, with s t range, and s euerall noy s es
2222Of roring, s h reeking, howling, gingling chaines,
2223And mo diuer s i tie of s ounds, all horrible.
2224We were awak'd: s t raight way, at liberty;
2225Where we, in all our trim, fre s h ly beheld
2226Our royall, good, and gallant Ship: our Ma s t er
2227Capring to eye her: on a trice, s o plea s e you,
2228Euen in a dreame, were we diuided from them,
2229And were brought moaping hither.
2230 Ar. Was't well done?
2231 Pro. Brauely (my diligence) thou s h alt be free.
2232 Alo. This is as s t range a Maze, as ere men trod,
2233And there is in this bu s i ne s s e, more then nature
2234Was euer condu ct of: s ome Oracle
2235Mu s t re ct i fi e our knowledge.
2236 Pro. Sir, my Leige,
2237Doe not infe s t your minde, with beating on
2238The s t rangene s s e of this bu s i ne s s e, at pickt lei s ure
2239(Which s h all be s h ortly s i ngle) I'le re s olue you,
2240(Which to you s h all s eeme probable) of euery
2241The s e happend accidents: till when, be cheerefull
2242And thinke of each thing well: Come hither Spirit,
2243Set Caliban, and his companions free:
2244Vntye the Spell: How fares my gracious Sir?
2245There are yet mi s s i ng of your Companie
2246Some few odde Lads, that you remember not.
2247 Enter Ariell, driuing in Caliban, Stephano, and
2248Trinculo in their s t olne Apparell.
2249 Ste. Euery man s h ift for all the re s t , and let
2250No man take care for him s elfe; for all is
2251But fortune: Coragio Bully-Mon s t er Cora s i o.
2252 Tri. If the s e be true s pies which I weare in my head,
2253here's a goodly s i ght.
2254 Cal. O Setebos, the s e be braue Spirits indeede:
2255How fi ne my Ma s t er is? I am afraid
2256He will cha s t i s e me.
2257 Seb. Ha, ha:
2258What things are the s e, my Lord Anthonio?
2259Will money buy em?
2260 Ant. Very like: one of them
2261Is a plaine Fi s h , and no doubt marketable.
2262 Pro. Marke but the badges of the s e men, my Lords,
2263Then s ay if they be true: This mi s h apen knaue;
2264His Mother was a Witch, and one s o s t rong
2265That could controle the Moone; make fl owes, and ebs,
2266And deale in her command, without her power:
2267The s e three haue robd me, and this demy-diuell;
2268(For he's a ba s t ard one) had plotted with them
2269To take my life: two of the s e Fellowes, you
2270Mu s t know, and owne, this Thing of darkene s s e, I
2271Acknowledge mine.
2272 Cal. I s h all be pincht to death.
2273 Alo. Is not this Stephano, my drunken Butler?
2274 Seb. He is drunke now;
2275Where had he wine?
2276 Alo. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where s h ould they
2277Finde this grand Liquor that hath gilded 'em?
2278How cam' s t thou in this pickle?
2279 Tri. I haue bin in s uch a pickle s i nce I s aw you la s t ,
2280That I feare me will neuer out of my bones:
2281I s h all not feare fl y-blowing.
2282 Seb. Why how now Stephano?
2283 Ste. O touch me not, I am not Stephano, but a Cramp.
2284 Pro. You'ld be King o'the I s l e, Sirha?
2285 Ste. I s h ould haue bin a s ore one then.
2286 Alo. This is a s t range thing as ere I look'd on.
2287 Pro. He is as di s proportion'd in his Manners
2288As in his s h ape: Goe Sirha, to my Cell,
2289Take with you your Companions: as you looke
2290To haue my pardon, trim it hand s omely.
2291 Cal. I that I will: and Ile be wi s e hereafter,
2292And s eeke for grace: what a thrice double A s s e
2293Was I to take this drunkard for a god?
2294And wor s h ip this dull foole?
2295 Pro. Goe to, away.
2296 Alo. Hence, and be s t ow your luggage where you (found it.
2297 Seb. Or s t ole it rather.
2298 Pro. Sir, I inuite your Highne s s e, and your traine
2299To my poore Cell: where you s h all take your re s t
2300For this one night, which part of it, Ile wa s t e
2301With s uch di s cour s e, as I not doubt, s h all make it
2302Goe quicke away: The s t ory of my life,
2303And the particular accidents, gon by
2304Since I came to this I s l e: And in the morne
2305I'le bring you to your s h ip, and s o to Naples,
2306Where I haue hope to s ee the nuptiall
2307Of the s e our deere-belou'd, s olemnized,
2308And thence retire me to my Millaine, where
2309Euery third thought s h all be my graue.
2310 Alo. I long
2311To heare the s t ory of your life; which mu s t
2312Take the eare s t arngely.
2313 Pro. I'le deliuer all,
2314And promi s e you calme Seas, au s picious gales,
2315And s aile, s o expeditious, that s h all catch
2316Your Royall fl eete farre o ff : My Ariel; chicke
2317That is thy charge: Then to the Elements
2318Be free, and fare thou well: plea s e you draw neere.
2319 Exeunt omnes.
2321 s poken by Pro s pero.
2322 NOw my Charmes are all ore-throwne,
2323And what s t rength I haue's mine owne.
2324Which is mo s t faint: now 't is true
2325I mu s t be heere con fi nde by you,
2326Or s ent to Naples, Let me not
2327Since I haue my Dukedome got,
2328And pardon'd the deceiuer, dwell
2329In th is bare I s l and, by your Spell,
2330But relea s e me from my bands
2331With the helpe of your good hands:
2332Gentle breath of yours, my Sailes
2333Mu s t fi ll, or el s e my proie ct failes,
2334Which w as to plea s e: Now I want
2335Spirits to enforce: Art to inchant,
2336And my ending is de s paire,
2337Vnle s s e I be relieu'd by praier
2338Which pierces s o, that it a s s aults
2339Mercy it s elfe, and frees all faults.
2340 As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
2341 Let your Indulgence s et me free. Exit.
2342 The Scene, an vn-inhabited I s l and
2343Names of the A ct ors.
2344Alon s o, K[ing]. of Naples:
2345Seba s t ian his Brother.
2346Pro s p ero, the right Duke of Millaine.
2347Anthonio h is brother, the v s urping Duke of Millaine.
2348Ferdinand, Son to the King of Naples.
2349Gonzalo, an hone s t old Councellor.
2350Adrian, & Franci s co, Lords.
2351Caliban, a s aluage and deformed s l aue.
2352Trinculo, a Ie st er.
2353Stephano, a drunken Butler.
2354Ma s t er of a Ship.
2355Boate-Swaine.
2356Marriners.
2357Miranda, daughter to Pro s p ero.
2358Ariell, an ayrie s pirit.
