Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, | brown furze, any thing: the wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [exit.

SCENE II. THE ISLAND: BEFORE THE CELL of

PROSPERO.

Enter Prospero and Miranda. Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: [have The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd With those I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd. Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the carth, or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The freighting souls within her.

Pro. Be collected;

That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam❜st here,
How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.

Mira. But that I do not.
Pro. Twelve years since,

Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was
The duke of Milan, and a prince of power.
Mira. Sir, are not you my father?

Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She said-thou wast my daughter; and thy father
Was duke of Milan; and his only heir
A princess;-no worse issued.

Mira. O, the heavens!

What foul play had we, that we came from thence Or blessed was't we did?

Pro. Both, both, my girl:

By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither.

Mira. O, my heart bleeds

To think o'the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, further. [tonio,

I

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd An-
pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should
Be so perfidious !-he, whom, next thyself,
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The manage of my state; as, at that time,
Through all the signiories it was the first,
And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,

Without a parallel; those being all my study,
The government I cast upon my brother,
And to my state grew stranger, being transported,
And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-

Dost thou attend me?

Mira. Sir, most heedfully.

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash for over-topping; new created [them, The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd Or else new form'd them: having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts

To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st
I pray thee, mark me.

Mira. O good sir, I do.

[not: [cate

Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dediTo closeness, and the bettering of my mind With that, which, but by being so retir'd,

O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust,

Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remember

A time before we came unto this cell?

Like a good parent, did beget of him A falsehood, in its contrary as great

Out three years old.

Mira. Certainly, sir, I can.

Of any thing the image tell me, that

Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira. 'Tis far off;

And rather like a dream than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants: had I not
Four or five women once, that tended me? [is it,
Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: but how

Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie,-he did believe
He was the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative:-hence his ambition
Growing-Dost hear?

L

Miru. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. 16 Pro. To have no screen between this part he And him he play'd it for, he needs will be [play'd Absoluto Milan: me, poor man! my library Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable: confederates (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Subject his coronet to the crown, and bend The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan!) To most ignoble stooping.

Mira. O, the heavens!

Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then If this might be a brother. [tell me,

Mira. I should sin

To think but nobly of my grandmother :
Good wombs have borne bad sons.

Pro. Now the condition.

This king of Naples, being an enemy.

To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Which was, that he, in lieu o'the premises,
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother: whereon,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open d
The gates of Milan; and, i'the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.

Mira. Alack, for pity!

I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,

Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,

That wrings mine eyes.

Pro. Hear a little further,

And then I'll bring thee to the present business, Which now's upon us; without the which, this Were most impertinent.

Mira. Wherefore did they noter 2 yur

That hour destroy us?

Pro. Well demanded, wench;

[story

[not;

My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst
(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh.
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.

Mira. Alack! what trouble

Was I then to you!

[smile,

Pro. O a cherubim Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up Against what should ensue.

Mira. How came we ashore?

Pro. By Providence divine.

Some food we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

pray you, sir,

(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm?

Pro. Know thus far forth.

By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes [tions;
Will ever after droop. Here cease more ques
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way;--I know thou can'st not choose.--
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;
[she sleeps.

Approach, my Ariel; come.

Enter Ariel.

O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight-outrunning were not: the fire, and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves trem-
Yea, his dread trident shake.
[ble;

Pro. My brave spirit!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil.
Would not infect his reason?
Ari. Not a soul

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation: all, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up staring, (then like reeds, not hair,)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.

Pro. Why, that's my spirit!
But was not this nigh shore?

Ari. Ay, sir.

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, hdd

And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant:/
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate noqon{$
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, but &
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers, andising?
And in her most unmitigable rage, and JUMP
Into a cloven pine; within which rift salonas BA
Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remains duuli RA
A dozen years; within which space she died,mdk
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy
groans,

As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island
(Save for the son that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with
A human shape.

Ari. Yes; Caliban, her son. old sad saut Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in: thy groan

And his great person perish.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:
What is the time o'the day?uod adgreen
Ari. Past the mid season. woll Far

Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and now

Must by us both be spent most preciously. [pains, Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro. How now? moody? What is't thou can'st demand?

Ari. My liberty.m

Pro. Before the time be out? no more,
Ari. I pray thee

Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst pro-
To bate me a full year.

Pro. Dost thou forget

[mise

From what a torment I did free thee?oite bal Ari. No.

Pro. Thou dost; and think'st

It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep;
To run upon the sharp wind of the north;
To do me business in the veins o'the earth,
When it is bak'd with frost.

Ari. I do not, sir.

[forgot

Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? Ari. No, sir.

Pro. Thou hast: where was she born? speak; Ari. Sir, in Argier. [tell me.

Pro. O, was she so? I must,

Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forget'st. This damn'a witch, Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argler,
Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did,
They would not take her life. Is not this true?

I will discharge theend you amawong adbib'tadi
Ari. That's my noble master!

What shall I do? say what: what shall I do?
Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o'the sea;
Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible
To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in't hence, with diligence.
bbrovrand hirma woso s[ex. Ariel.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well.
Awake! : avond mor

Mira. The strangeness of your story puts
Heaviness on me.

Pro. Shake it off: come on;

We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.

Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir,al bar adattat do
I do not love to look on. ssay on wod v

Pro. But, as 'tis, maupun nue sur pulanga! We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices is That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban! Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [within. There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business Come forth, thou tortoise! when? [for thee; Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, you d Hark in thine ear. [exit

Ari. My lord, it shall be done.

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have Side-stitches, that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them.

Cal. I must eat my dinner.
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st
first,
[would'st give me
Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me;
Water with berries in't; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd
And show'd thee all the qualities o'the isle, [thee,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and
fertile ;

Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,

Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me

In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest of the island.

Pro. Thou most lying slave, [us'd thee, Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I have Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child.

Cal. O ho, O ho!-would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans.

Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing;
Ferdinand following him.

Ariel. Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands;

Court'sied when you have, and kiss'à
(The wild waves whist,)

Foot it featly here and there:

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Hark! hark!

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

The watch dogs bark:

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticlere

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

[dispersedly

[dispersedly

Fer. Where should this music be? i'the air, or

the earth?

It sounds no more:—and sure, it waits upon
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
This music crept by me upon the waters;
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather :-But 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.

Ariel. Full fathom five thy father lies:
Of his bones are coral made:
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark! now I hear them.-ding dong, bell.
Burden, ding-dong.

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father:

This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eyes advance,
And say, what thou seest yond'.

Mira. What is't? a spirit?

Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form :-but 'tis a spirit. [senses
Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such
As we have, such; this gallant which thou seest
Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st
call him

A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find them.
Mira. I might call him

A thing divine: for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.

Pro. It goes on,

Laside. [free thee

As my soul prompts it.-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll Within two days for this.

Fer. Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe my prayer May know, if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give. How I may bear me here: my prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! If you be maid, or no?

Mira. No wonder, sir;

But, certainly a maid.

Fer. My language? heavens!

I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Pro. How! the best?

What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples: he does hear me; And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd.

Mira. Alack, for mercy!

Pro. What, I say,

And his brave son, being twain.

Pro. The duke of Milan,

And his more braver daughter, could control thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't.-At the first sight [aside.
They have chang'd eyes:-delicate Ariel,
I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good sir;
I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This
Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first
That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father
To be inclin'd my way!

Fer. O, if a virgin,

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples.

Pro. Soft, sir; one word more.-/ [business They are both in either's powers: but this swift I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [aside. Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge thee,

That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
Upon this island, as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on't.

Fer. No, as I am a man.

[temple: Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a If the ill spirit have so fair an house, Good things will strive to dwell with't.

Pro. Follow me.

[to Ferd.

Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come,
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks,
Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.

Fer. No;

I will resist such entertainment, till Mine enemy has more power.

Mira. O, dear father,

Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle, and not fearful.

Mira. Beseech you, father!

Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments. Mira. Sir, have pity;

I'll be his surety.

Pro. Silence: one word more

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
An advocate for an impostor? hush!
Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes as he,
Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
To the most of men this is a Caliban,
And they to him are angels.

Mira. My affections

Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man.

Pro. Come on; obey:

Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
And have no vigour in them.
Fer. So they are:

[to Ferd.

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats,
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prison, once a day,
Behold this maid: all corners else o'the earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I in such a prison.

Pro. It works.-Come on.-
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!

Hark, what thou else shalt do me.
Mira. Be of comfort;

My father's of a better nature, sir,

Follow me. [to F. & M. [to Ariel.

Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Which now came from him.

Pro. Thou shalt be as free

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco, and others.

Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss: our hint of woe Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, I mean our preservation, few in millions

Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Our sorrow with our comfort.

-Tell.

Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spoken truer than you purposed.

Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.

Gon. Therefore, my lord—

Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Alon. I pr'ythee, spare.

Gon. Well, I have done: but yet—

Seb. He will be talking.

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good

wager, first begins to crow?

Seb. The old cock.

Ant. The cockrel.

Seb. Done: the wager?