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THE TEMPEST.

LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE.

THE supernatural agency which forms so leading a feature in this fanciful play, is built (according to Mr. Warton) on the peculiar tenets of the Rosicrucian philosophy; the name of Ariel being derived from the Talmudistic mysteries with which the more learned Jews connected that science. It was one of Shakspeare's latest productions, and probably founded on some Italian novel. Warburton considers it 06 one of the noblest efforts of his sublime and amazing imagination:" a negative species of praise, since the pleasure which it creates arises from a boundless diversity of invention, from a continued succession of supernatural occurrences, devoid of application and destitute of moral, because the end is ootained by means beyond the ordinary compass of belief. In representation it is greatly dependent on the scenery and mechanism. The language, however, is throughout most forcible, and much of the sentiment chaste and magnificent. Caliban is an original creation; whimsical, monstrous, and impressive: but that men, saved as it were by miracle from death, should immediately plot the destruction of their companions, to obtain dominions which there was no probability of their aver re-visiting, is a suggestion at variance with nature, and inconsistent with the spirit of the piece. Johnson says of The Tempest---“In a single drama are here exhibited princes, courtiers, and sailors, all speaking in their real characters. There is the agency of airy spirits, and of an earthly goblin. The operations of magic, the tumults of a storm, the adventures of a desert island, the native effusion of untaught affection, the punishment of guilt, and the final happiness of the pair for whom our passions and reason are equally interested."

ALONSO, King of Naples.

SEBASTIAN, his Brother.

DRAMATIS PERSONE.

Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
MIRANDA, Daughter to Prospero.

PROSPERO, the rightful Duke of Milan.

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

Milan.

FRANCISCO, } Lords.

FERDINAND, Son to the King of Naples.
GONZALO, an honest old Counsellor of Naples.
ADRIAN,

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CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave.

TRINCULO, a Jester.

STEPHANO, a drunken Butler.

Other Spirits attending on PROSPERO.

SCENE-The Sea with a ship: afterwards an uninhabited Island.

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Gon. Nay, good, be patient. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! these roarers for the name of king? silence: trouble us not.

What care

To cabin :

Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so bap,-Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our way, I say. [Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow : methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast

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Gon. He'll be hanged yet;
Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at wid'st to glut him.

thou

[A confused noise within.] Mercy on us. We split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children!-Farewell, brother!We split, we split, we split.

Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Erit. Seb. Let's take leave of him. Exit. 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

have

Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking

pitch,

But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's

cheek,

Dashes the fire out. Oh! I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creatures in
her,

Dash'd all to pieces, Oh! the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls! they
perish'd.

Had I been any god of power, I would

Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er t
It should the good ship so have swallowed,
and

The freighting souls within her..
Pro. Be collected;

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Mira. More to know

Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Pro. 'Tis time

I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magic garment from me.-80;
[Lays down his mantle.
Lie there my art.-Wipe thou tnine eyes; have
comfort.

The

direful
touch'd

spectacle of the wreck, which

The very virtue of compassion in thee
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely order'd, that there is no soul-
No, not so much perdition as an hair,
Betid to any creature in the vessel,
Which thou beard'st cry, which thou saw'st
sink. Sit down;

For thou must now know further.
Mira. You have often

Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Concluding, Stay, not yet.-

Pro. The hour's now come;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remem.

ber

A time before we came unto this cell?

I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast

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Which is from my remembrance! Please you | Of homage, and I know not how much tri

further.

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd An-
tonio,-

I pray thee mark me,-that a brother should
Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself,
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The manage of my state; as, at that time,
Through all the signiories it was the first,

bute,

Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open

The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of dark-
ness,

And Prospero the prime duke; being so re- The ministers for the purpose hurried thence

puted

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 trans-
ported,

And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-
Dost thou attend me ?

Mira. Sir, most heedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected

suits,

how to grant

How to deny them; whom to advance, and
whom

To trash for over-topping: new created
The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd
them,
Or else new-form'd them: having both the
key

Of officer and office, set all hearts

To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
And suck'd my verdure out

tend'st not:

I pray thee, mark me.

on't.-Thou

Mira. O good Sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all

cate

To 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

ther

Awak'd an evil nature and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him

A falsehood, in its contrary as great

at

Me and thy crying self.

Mira, Alack, for pity!

1, 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 busi

ness

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durst not;

(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 pre-
pared

A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
dedi-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.

bro

As my trust was which had, indeed, no limit,
A confidence sans + bound. He being thus
lorded,

Not only with what my revenue yielded,

But what my power might else exact,-like
one,

Who, having, 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?

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

And him he play'd it for, needs he will be
Absolute 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 his crown, and bend
The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan !)
To most ignoble stooping.

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