Ferd.You must stand thus,And push against me, while I push at you,'Till one of us fall dead.Hip.This is brave sport:But we have no swords growing in our world.
Ferd.You must stand thus,And push against me, while I push at you,'Till one of us fall dead.
Hip.This is brave sport:But we have no swords growing in our world.
Ferd.What shall we do then to decide our quarrel?
Hip.We'll take the sword by turns, and fight with it.
Ferd.Strange ignorance! [Aside.]—You must defend your life,And so must I. But since you have no sword,Take this: [Gives him his sword.] For in a corner of my caveI found a rusty one; perhaps 'twas his,Who keeps me pris'ner here: That I will fit:When next we meet, prepare yourself to fight.Hip.Make haste then, this shall ne'er be yours again.I mean to fight with all the men I meet,And, when they're dead, their women shall be mine.Ferd.I see you are unskilful: I desire notTo take your life, but, if you please, we'll fightOn these conditions; he, who first draws blood,Or who can take the other's weapon from him,Shall be acknowledged as the conqueror,And both the women shall be his.Hip.Agreed,And every day I'll fight for two more with you.
Ferd.Strange ignorance! [Aside.]—You must defend your life,And so must I. But since you have no sword,Take this: [Gives him his sword.] For in a corner of my caveI found a rusty one; perhaps 'twas his,Who keeps me pris'ner here: That I will fit:When next we meet, prepare yourself to fight.
Hip.Make haste then, this shall ne'er be yours again.I mean to fight with all the men I meet,And, when they're dead, their women shall be mine.
Ferd.I see you are unskilful: I desire notTo take your life, but, if you please, we'll fightOn these conditions; he, who first draws blood,Or who can take the other's weapon from him,Shall be acknowledged as the conqueror,And both the women shall be his.
Hip.Agreed,And every day I'll fight for two more with you.
Ferd.But win these first.
Hip.I'll warrant you I'll push you.[Exeunt severally.
Hip.I'll warrant you I'll push you.[Exeunt severally.
EnterTrincalo,Caliban,andSycorax.
Calib.My lord, I see 'em coming yonder.
Trinc.Whom?
Calib.The starved prince, and his two thirsty subjects, that would have our liquor.
Trinc.If thou wert a monster of parts, I would make thee my master of ceremonies, to conduct 'em in. The devil take all dunces! thou hast lost a brave employment, by not being a linguist, and for want of behaviour.
Syc.My lord, shall I go meet 'em? I'll be kind to all of 'em, just as I am to thee.
Trinc. No, that's against the fundamental laws of my dukedom: You are in a high place, spouse, and must give good example. Here they come; we'll put on the gravity of statesmen, and be very dull, that we may be held wise.
EnterStephano,Ventoso,andMustacho.
Vent.Duke Trincalo, we have considered.
Trinc.Peace or war?
Must.Peace, and the butt.
Steph.I come now as a private person, and promise to live peaceably under your government.
Trinc.You shall enjoy the benefits of peace; and the first fruits of it, amongst all civil nations, is to be drunk for joy: Caliban, skink about.
Steph.I long to have a rouse to her grace's health, and to thehaunse in kelder, or rather haddock in kelder, for I guess it will be half fish.[Aside.
Trinc.Subject Stephano, here's to thee; and let old quarrels be drowned in this draught.[Drinks.
Steph.Great magistrate, here's thy sister's health to thee.[Drinks toCalib.
Syc.He shall not drink of that immortal liquor; my lord, let him drink water.
Trinc.O sweetheart, you must not shame yourself to-day. Gentlemen subjects, pray bear with her good huswifery: She wants a little breeding, but she's hearty.
Must.Ventoso, here's to thee. Is it not better to pierce the butt, than to quarrel and pierce one another's bellies?
Vent.Let it come, boy.
Trinc.Now would I lay greatness aside, and shake my heels, if I had but music.
Calib.O my lord! my mother left us in her will a hundred spirits to attend us, devils of all sorts, some great roaring devils, and some little singing spirits.
Syc.Shall we call? And thou shalt hear them in the air.
Trinc.I accept the motion: Let us have our mother-in-law's legacy immediately.
CALIBAN SINGS.
We want music, we want mirth.Up, dam, and cleave the earth:We have no lords that wrong us,Send thy merry spirits among us.
We want music, we want mirth.Up, dam, and cleave the earth:We have no lords that wrong us,Send thy merry spirits among us.
Trinc.What a merry tyrant am I, to have my music, and pay nothing for't!
A table rises, and four Spirits with wine and meat enter, placing it, as they dance, on the table: The dance ended, the bottles vanish, and the table sinks again.
A table rises, and four Spirits with wine and meat enter, placing it, as they dance, on the table: The dance ended, the bottles vanish, and the table sinks again.
Vent.The bottle's drunk.
Must.Then the bottle's a weak shallow fellow, if it be drunk first.
Trinc.Stephano, give me thy hand: thou hast been a rebel, but here's to thee: [Drinks.] Pr'ythee, why should we quarrel? Shall I swear two oaths? By bottle, and by butt, I love thee: In witness whereof I drink soundly.
Steph.Your grace shall find there's no love lost, for I will pledge you soundly.
Trinc.Thou hast been a false rebel, but that's all one; pledge my grace faithfully.—Caliban, go to the butt, and tell me how it sounds. [ExitCaliban.] Peer Stephano, dost thou love me?
Steph.I love your grace, and all your princely family.
Trinc.'Tis no matter, if thou lov'st me; hang my family: Thou art my friend, pr'ythee tell me what thou think'st of my princess:
Steph.I look on her, as on a very noble princess.
Trinc.Noble! indeed she had a witch to her mother; and the witches are of great families in Lapland: but the devil was her father; and I have heard of the Monsieur De Villes in France: but look on her beauty,—is she a fit wife for Duke Trincalo? Mark her behaviour too,—she's tippling yonder with the serving-men.
Steph.An't please your grace, she's somewhat homely, but that's no blemish in a princess. She is virtuous.
Trinc.Umph! virtuous! I am loath to disparage her; but thou art my friend,—canst thou be close?
Steph.As a stopt bottle, an't please your grace.
EnterCalibanagain with a bottle.
Trinc.Why then I'll tell thee,—I found her an hour ago under an elder-tree, upon a sweet bed of nettles, singing Tory Rory, andRantum Scantum, with her own natural brother.
Steph.O Jew! make love in her own tribe?
Trinc.But 'tis no matter; to tell thee true, I married her to be a great man, and so forth: But make no words on't, for I care not who knows it, and so here's to thee again.—Give me the bottle, Caliban! did you knock the butt? How does it sound?
Calib.It sounds as though it had a noise within.
Trinc.I fear the butt begins to rattle in the throat, and is departing: give me the bottle.[Drinks.
Must.A short life and a merry, I say.[Steph.whispersSycorax.
Syc.But did he tell you so?
Steph.He said you were as ugly as your mother, and that he married you only to get possession of the island.
Syc.My mother's devils fetch him for't!
Steph.And your father's too. Hem! skink about his grace's health again. O if you will but cast an eye of pity upon me—
Syc.I will cast two eyes of pity on thee; I love thee more than haws or blackberries. I have a hoard of wildings in the moss, my brother knows not of 'em; but I'll bring thee where they are.
Steph.Trincalo was but my man, when time was.
Syc.Wert thou his god, and didst thou give him liquor?
Steph.I gave him brandy, and drunk sack myself: Wilt thou leave him, and thou shalt be my princess?
Syc.If thou canst make me glad with this liquor.
Steph.I'll warrant thee; we'll ride into the country where it grows.
Syc.How wilt thou carry me thither?
Steph.Upon a hackney-devil of thy mother's.
Trinc.What's that you will do? Ha! I hope you have not betrayed me? How does my pigsnye?[ToSycorax.
Syc.Begone! thou shalt not be my lord; thou say'st I'm ugly.
Trinc.Did you tell her so?—ha! he's a rogue, do not believe him, chuck.
Steph.The foul words were yours: I will not eat 'em for you.
Trinc.I see, if once a rebel, then ever a rebel. Did I receive thee into grace for this? I will correct thee with my royal hand.[StrikesSteph.
Syc.Dost thou hurt my love?[Flies atTrinc.
Trinc.Where are our guards? Treason! Treason![Vent. Must. Calib.run betwixt.
Vent.Who took up arms first, the prince or the people?
Trinc.This false traitor has corrupted the wife of my bosom. [WhispersMustachohastily.] Mustacho, strike on my side, and thou shalt be my viceroy.
Must.I am against rebels. Ventoso, obey your viceroy.
Vent.You a viceroy?[They two fight off from the rest.
Steph.Ha! Hector monster! do you stand neuter?
Calib.Thou would'st drink my liquor, I will not help thee.
Syc.'Twas his doing that I had such a husband, but I'll claw him.[Syc.andCalib.fight,Syc.beating him off the stage.
Trinc.The whole nation is up in arms, and shall I stand idle?[Trinc.beats offSteph.to the door.ExitSteph.
I'll not pursue too far, for fear the enemy will rally again, and surprise my butt in the citadel. Well, I must be rid of my Lady Trincalo, she will be in the fashion else; first, cuckold her husband, and then sue for a separation, to get alimony.[Exit.
EnterFerdinandandHippolito,with their swords drawn.
Ferd.Come, sir, our cave affords no choice of place,But the ground's firm and even: Are you ready?
Ferd.Come, sir, our cave affords no choice of place,But the ground's firm and even: Are you ready?
Hip.As ready as yourself, sir.
Ferd.You rememberOn what conditions we must fight? Who firstReceives a wound is to submit.
Ferd.You rememberOn what conditions we must fight? Who firstReceives a wound is to submit.
Hip.Come, come,This loses time; now for the women, sir.[They fight a little,Ferdinandhurts him.
Hip.Come, come,This loses time; now for the women, sir.[They fight a little,Ferdinandhurts him.
Ferd.Sir, you are wounded.
Hip.No.
Ferd.Believe your blood.
Hip.I feel no hurt, no matter for my blood.
Ferd.Remember our conditions.
Hip.I will not leave, till my sword hits you too.[Hip.presses on,Ferd.retires and wards.
Ferd.I'm loth to kill you; you are unskilful, sir.
Hip.You beat aside my sword, but let it comeAs near as yours, and you shall see my skill.Ferd.You faint for loss of blood, I see you stagger;Pray, sir, retire.Hip.No! I will ne'er go back.—Methinks the cave turns round, I cannot find—
Hip.You beat aside my sword, but let it comeAs near as yours, and you shall see my skill.
Ferd.You faint for loss of blood, I see you stagger;Pray, sir, retire.
Hip.No! I will ne'er go back.—Methinks the cave turns round, I cannot find—
Ferd.Your eyes begin to dazzle.
Hip.Why do you swim so, and dance about me?Stand but still till I have made one thrust.[Hip.thrusts and falls.Ferd.O help, help, help!Unhappy man! what have I done?Hip.I'm going to a cold sleep, but when I wake,I'll fight again. Pray stay for me.[Swoons.Ferd.He's gone!He's gone! O stay, sweet, lovely youth! Help! help!
Hip.Why do you swim so, and dance about me?Stand but still till I have made one thrust.[Hip.thrusts and falls.
Ferd.O help, help, help!Unhappy man! what have I done?
Hip.I'm going to a cold sleep, but when I wake,I'll fight again. Pray stay for me.[Swoons.
Ferd.He's gone!He's gone! O stay, sweet, lovely youth! Help! help!
EnterProspero.
Prosp.What dismal noise is that?
Ferd.O see, sir, see,What mischief my unhappy hand has wrought!Prosp.Alas! how much in vain doth feeble artEndeavour to resist the will of heaven?[RubsHip.He's gone for ever; O thou cruel sonOf an inhuman father! all my designsAre ruined and unravelled by this blow.No pleasure now is left me but revenge.
Ferd.O see, sir, see,What mischief my unhappy hand has wrought!
Prosp.Alas! how much in vain doth feeble artEndeavour to resist the will of heaven?[RubsHip.
He's gone for ever; O thou cruel sonOf an inhuman father! all my designsAre ruined and unravelled by this blow.No pleasure now is left me but revenge.
Ferd.Sir, if you knew my innocence—
Prosp.Peace, peace!Can thy excuses give me back his life?What, Ariel? sluggish spirit, where art thou?
Prosp.Peace, peace!Can thy excuses give me back his life?What, Ariel? sluggish spirit, where art thou?
EnterAriel.
Ariel.Here, at thy beck, my lord.
Prosp.Ay, now thou comest,When fate is past, and not to be recalled.Look there, and glut the malice of thy nature;For, as thou art thyself, thou canst not butBe glad to see young virtue nipt i' the blossom.Ariel.My lord, the Being, high above, can witness,I am not glad; we airy spirits are not ofA temper so malicious as the earthy,But of a nature more approaching good.For which we meet in swarms, and often combatBetwixt the confines of the air and earth.Prosp.Why didst thou not prevent, at least foretel,This fatal action then?Ariel.Pardon, great sir,I meant to do it, but I was forbiddenBy the ill genius of Hippolito,Who came and threatened me, if I disclosed it,To bind me in the bottom of the sea,Far from the lightsome regions of the air,(My native fields) above a hundred years.Prosp.I'll chain thee in the north for thy neglect,Within the burning bowels of Mount Hecla;I'll singe thy airy wings with sulph'rous flames,And choke thy tender nostrils with blue smoke;At ev'ry hickup of the belching mountain,Thou shalt be lifted up to taste fresh air,And then fall down again.
Prosp.Ay, now thou comest,When fate is past, and not to be recalled.Look there, and glut the malice of thy nature;For, as thou art thyself, thou canst not butBe glad to see young virtue nipt i' the blossom.
Ariel.My lord, the Being, high above, can witness,I am not glad; we airy spirits are not ofA temper so malicious as the earthy,But of a nature more approaching good.For which we meet in swarms, and often combatBetwixt the confines of the air and earth.
Prosp.Why didst thou not prevent, at least foretel,This fatal action then?
Ariel.Pardon, great sir,I meant to do it, but I was forbiddenBy the ill genius of Hippolito,Who came and threatened me, if I disclosed it,To bind me in the bottom of the sea,Far from the lightsome regions of the air,(My native fields) above a hundred years.
Prosp.I'll chain thee in the north for thy neglect,Within the burning bowels of Mount Hecla;I'll singe thy airy wings with sulph'rous flames,And choke thy tender nostrils with blue smoke;At ev'ry hickup of the belching mountain,Thou shalt be lifted up to taste fresh air,And then fall down again.
Ariel.Pardon, dread lord.
Prosp.No more of pardon than just heaven intends thee,Shalt thou e'er find from me: Hence! fly with speed,Unbind the charms which hold this murderer's father,And bring him, with my brother, straight before me.Ariel.Mercy, my potent lord! and I'll outflyThy thought.[ExitAriel.Ferd.O heavens! what words are these I heard,Yet cannot see who spoke 'em? Sure the womanWhom I loved was like this, some airy vision.Prosp.No, murderer! she's, like thee, of mortal mould,But much too pure to mix with thy black crimes;Yet she has faults, and must be punished for them.Miranda and Dorinda! where are ye?The will of heaven's accomplished: I have nowNo more to fear, and nothing left to hope;Now you may enter.
Prosp.No more of pardon than just heaven intends thee,Shalt thou e'er find from me: Hence! fly with speed,Unbind the charms which hold this murderer's father,And bring him, with my brother, straight before me.
Ariel.Mercy, my potent lord! and I'll outflyThy thought.[ExitAriel.
Ferd.O heavens! what words are these I heard,Yet cannot see who spoke 'em? Sure the womanWhom I loved was like this, some airy vision.
Prosp.No, murderer! she's, like thee, of mortal mould,But much too pure to mix with thy black crimes;Yet she has faults, and must be punished for them.Miranda and Dorinda! where are ye?The will of heaven's accomplished: I have nowNo more to fear, and nothing left to hope;Now you may enter.
EnterMirandaandDorinda.
Mir.My love! is it permitted me to seeYou once again?Prosp.You come to look your last;I will for ever take him from your eyes.But, on my blessing, speak not, nor approach him.Dor.Pray, father, is not this my sister's man?He has a noble form; but yet he's notSo excellent as my Hippolito.Prosp.Alas, poor girl! thou hast no man: Look yonder;There's all of him that's left.Dor.Why, was there ever any more of him?He lies asleep, sir; shall I waken him?[She kneels byHippolito,and jogs him.
Mir.My love! is it permitted me to seeYou once again?
Prosp.You come to look your last;I will for ever take him from your eyes.But, on my blessing, speak not, nor approach him.
Dor.Pray, father, is not this my sister's man?He has a noble form; but yet he's notSo excellent as my Hippolito.
Prosp.Alas, poor girl! thou hast no man: Look yonder;There's all of him that's left.
Dor.Why, was there ever any more of him?He lies asleep, sir; shall I waken him?[She kneels byHippolito,and jogs him.
Ferd.Alas! he's never to be waked again.
Dor.My love, my love! wilt thou not speak to me?I fear you have displeased him, sir, and nowHe will not answer me; he's dumb and cold too;But I'll run straight, and make a fire to warm him.[ExitDorinda,running.
Dor.My love, my love! wilt thou not speak to me?I fear you have displeased him, sir, and nowHe will not answer me; he's dumb and cold too;But I'll run straight, and make a fire to warm him.[ExitDorinda,running.
EnterAlonzo,Gonzalo,Antonio;andArielinvisible.
Alon.Never were beasts so hunted into toils,As we have been pursued by dreadful shapes.—But is not that my son? O Ferdinand!If thou art not a ghost, let me embrace thee.Ferd.My father! O sinister happiness!Is it decreed I should recover youAlive, just in that fatal hour, when thisBrave youth is lost in death, and by my hand?
Alon.Never were beasts so hunted into toils,As we have been pursued by dreadful shapes.—But is not that my son? O Ferdinand!If thou art not a ghost, let me embrace thee.
Ferd.My father! O sinister happiness!Is it decreed I should recover youAlive, just in that fatal hour, when thisBrave youth is lost in death, and by my hand?
Ant.Heaven! what new wonder's this?
Gonz.This isle is full of nothing else.
Prosp.You stare upon me, as you ne'er had seen me;Have fifteen years so lost me to your knowledge,That you retain no memory of Prospero?
Prosp.You stare upon me, as you ne'er had seen me;Have fifteen years so lost me to your knowledge,That you retain no memory of Prospero?
Gonz.The good old duke of Milan!
Prosp.I wonder less,That thou, Antonio, knowest me not, becauseThou didst long since forget I was thy brotherElse I had ne'er been here.
Prosp.I wonder less,That thou, Antonio, knowest me not, becauseThou didst long since forget I was thy brotherElse I had ne'er been here.
Ant.Shame choaks my words.
Alonz.And wonder mine.
Prosp.For you, usurping prince,[ToAlonz.Know, by my art you were shipwrecked on this isle,Where, after I a while had punished you,My vengeance would have ended; I designedTo match that son of yours with this my daughter.
Prosp.For you, usurping prince,[ToAlonz.
Know, by my art you were shipwrecked on this isle,Where, after I a while had punished you,My vengeance would have ended; I designedTo match that son of yours with this my daughter.
Alonz.Pursue it still, I am most willing to it.
Prosp.So am not I. No marriages can prosper,Which are with murderers made; look on that corpse.This, whilst he lived, was young Hippolito;That infant duke of Mantua, sir, whom youExposed with me; and here I bred him up,Till that blood-thirsty man, that Ferdinand——But why do I exclaim on him, when justiceCalls to unsheath her sword against his guilt?
Prosp.So am not I. No marriages can prosper,Which are with murderers made; look on that corpse.This, whilst he lived, was young Hippolito;That infant duke of Mantua, sir, whom youExposed with me; and here I bred him up,Till that blood-thirsty man, that Ferdinand——But why do I exclaim on him, when justiceCalls to unsheath her sword against his guilt?
Alonz.What do you mean?
Prosp.To execute heaven's laws.Here I am placed by heaven, here I am prince,Though you have dispossessed me of my Milan.Though you have dispossessed me of my Milan.Blood calls for blood; your Ferdinand shall die,And I, in bitterness, have sent for you,To have the sudden joy of seeing him alive,And then the greater grief to see him die.Alonz.And think'st thou I, or these, will tamely stand,To view the execution?[Lays hand upon his sword.Ferd.Hold, dear father!I cannot suffer you to attempt againstHis life, who gave her being, whom I love.Prosp.Nay, then appear my guards—I thought no moreTo use their aid; (I'm cursed because I used it.)[He stamps, and many Spirits appear.But they are now the ministers of heaven,Whilst I revenge this murder.Alonz.Have I for thisFound thee, my son, so soon again to lose thee?Antonio, Gonzalo, speak for pity.Ferd.Adieu, my fairest mistress.[ToMir.Mir.Now I can hold no longer; I must speak,Though I am loth to disobey you, sir:Be not so cruel to the man I love,Or be so kind to let me suffer with him.Ferd.Recall that prayer, or I shall wish to live,Though death be all the 'mends that I can make.Prosp.This night I will allow you, Ferdinand,To fit you for your death; that cave's your prison.Alonz.Ah, Prospero! hear me speak. You are a father:—Look on my age, and look upon his youth.Prosp.No more! all you can say is urged in vain,I have no room for pity left within me.Do you refuse? help, Ariel, with your fellows,To drive them in; Alonzo and his sonBestow in yonder cave, and here GonzaloShall with Antonio lodge.[Spirits drive them in, as they are appointed.
Prosp.To execute heaven's laws.Here I am placed by heaven, here I am prince,Though you have dispossessed me of my Milan.Though you have dispossessed me of my Milan.Blood calls for blood; your Ferdinand shall die,And I, in bitterness, have sent for you,To have the sudden joy of seeing him alive,And then the greater grief to see him die.
Alonz.And think'st thou I, or these, will tamely stand,To view the execution?[Lays hand upon his sword.
Ferd.Hold, dear father!I cannot suffer you to attempt againstHis life, who gave her being, whom I love.
Prosp.Nay, then appear my guards—I thought no moreTo use their aid; (I'm cursed because I used it.)[He stamps, and many Spirits appear.
But they are now the ministers of heaven,Whilst I revenge this murder.
Alonz.Have I for thisFound thee, my son, so soon again to lose thee?Antonio, Gonzalo, speak for pity.
Ferd.Adieu, my fairest mistress.[ToMir.
Mir.Now I can hold no longer; I must speak,Though I am loth to disobey you, sir:Be not so cruel to the man I love,Or be so kind to let me suffer with him.
Ferd.Recall that prayer, or I shall wish to live,Though death be all the 'mends that I can make.
Prosp.This night I will allow you, Ferdinand,To fit you for your death; that cave's your prison.
Alonz.Ah, Prospero! hear me speak. You are a father:—Look on my age, and look upon his youth.
Prosp.No more! all you can say is urged in vain,I have no room for pity left within me.Do you refuse? help, Ariel, with your fellows,To drive them in; Alonzo and his sonBestow in yonder cave, and here GonzaloShall with Antonio lodge.[Spirits drive them in, as they are appointed.
EnterDorinda.
Dor.Sir, I have made a fire; shall he be warmed?
Prosp.He's dead, and vital warmth will ne'er return.
Dor.Dead, sir! what's that?
Prosp.His soul has left his body.
Dor.When will it come again?
Prosp.O never, never!He must be laid in earth, and there consume.Dor.He shall not lie in earth; you do not knowHow well he loves me: Indeed he'll come again.He told me he would go a little while,But promised me he would not tarry long.Prosp.He's murdered by the man who loved your sister.Now both of you may see what 'tis to breakA father's precept; you would needs see man,And by that sight are made for ever wretched;Hippolito is dead, and FerdinandMust die for murdering him.
Prosp.O never, never!He must be laid in earth, and there consume.
Dor.He shall not lie in earth; you do not knowHow well he loves me: Indeed he'll come again.He told me he would go a little while,But promised me he would not tarry long.
Prosp.He's murdered by the man who loved your sister.Now both of you may see what 'tis to breakA father's precept; you would needs see man,And by that sight are made for ever wretched;Hippolito is dead, and FerdinandMust die for murdering him.
Mir.Have you no pity?
Prosp.Your disobedience has so much incensed me,That I this night can leave no blessing with you.Help to convey the body to my couch,Then leave me to mourn over it alone.[They bear off the body ofHip.
Prosp.Your disobedience has so much incensed me,That I this night can leave no blessing with you.Help to convey the body to my couch,Then leave me to mourn over it alone.[They bear off the body ofHip.
EnterMirandaandDorindaagain.Arielbehind them.
Ariel.I've been so chid for my neglect by Prospero,That I must now watch all, and be unseen.Mir.Sister, I say again, 'twas long of you,That all this mischief happened.Dor.Blame not meFor your own fault; your curiosityBrought me to see the man.Mir.You safely mightHave seen him, and retired, but you would needsGo near him, and converse; you may rememberMy father called me thence, and I called you.Dor.That was your envy, sister, not your love;You called me thence, because you could not beAlone with him yourself; but I am sureMy man had never gone to heaven so soon,But that yours made him go.[Crying.Mir.Sister, I could not wish that either of themShould go to heaven without us; but it wasHis fortune, and you must be satisfied.Dor.I'll not be satisfied: My father saysHe'll make your man as cold as mine is now;And when he is made cold, my father willNot let you strive to make him warm again.
Ariel.I've been so chid for my neglect by Prospero,That I must now watch all, and be unseen.
Mir.Sister, I say again, 'twas long of you,That all this mischief happened.
Dor.Blame not meFor your own fault; your curiosityBrought me to see the man.
Mir.You safely mightHave seen him, and retired, but you would needsGo near him, and converse; you may rememberMy father called me thence, and I called you.
Dor.That was your envy, sister, not your love;You called me thence, because you could not beAlone with him yourself; but I am sureMy man had never gone to heaven so soon,But that yours made him go.[Crying.
Mir.Sister, I could not wish that either of themShould go to heaven without us; but it wasHis fortune, and you must be satisfied.
Dor.I'll not be satisfied: My father saysHe'll make your man as cold as mine is now;And when he is made cold, my father willNot let you strive to make him warm again.
Mir.In spite of you, mine never shall be cold.
Dor.I'm sure 'twas he that made me miserable,And I will be revenged. Perhaps you think'Tis nothing to lose a man.Mir.Yes, but there isSome difference betwixt my Ferdinand,And your Hippolito.Dor.Ay, there's your judgment:Your's is the oldest man I ever saw,Except it were my father.Mir.Sister, no more;It is not comely in a daughter, whenShe says her father's old.Dor.But why do IStay here, whilst my cold love perhaps may want me?I'll pray my father to make yours cold too.
Dor.I'm sure 'twas he that made me miserable,And I will be revenged. Perhaps you think'Tis nothing to lose a man.
Mir.Yes, but there isSome difference betwixt my Ferdinand,And your Hippolito.
Dor.Ay, there's your judgment:Your's is the oldest man I ever saw,Except it were my father.
Mir.Sister, no more;It is not comely in a daughter, whenShe says her father's old.
Dor.But why do IStay here, whilst my cold love perhaps may want me?I'll pray my father to make yours cold too.
Mir.Sister, I'll never sleep with you again.
Dor.I'll never more meet in a bed with you,But lodge on the bare ground, and watch my love.Mir.And at the entrance of that cave I'll lie,And echo to each blast of wind a sigh.[Exeunt severally, looking discontentedly on one another.Ariel.Harsh discord reigns throughout this fatal isle,At which good angels mourn, ill spirits smile.Old Prospero, by his daughters robbed of rest,Has in displeasure left them both unblest.Unkindly they abjure each other's bed,To save the living, and revenge the dead.Alonzo, and his son, are prisoners made,And good Gonzalo does their crimes upbraid.Antonio and Gonzalo disagree,And would, though in one cave, at distance be.The seamen all that cursed wine have spent,Which still renewed their thirst of government;And wanting subjects for the food of power,Each would, to rule alone, the rest devour.The monsters, Sycorax and Caliban,More monstrous grow by passions learned from man.Even I, not framed of warring elements,Partake and suffer in these discontents.Why should a mortal, by enchantments, holdIn chains a spirit of etherial mould?Accursed magic we ourselves have taught,And our own power has our subjections wrought![Exit.
Dor.I'll never more meet in a bed with you,But lodge on the bare ground, and watch my love.
Mir.And at the entrance of that cave I'll lie,And echo to each blast of wind a sigh.[Exeunt severally, looking discontentedly on one another.
Ariel.Harsh discord reigns throughout this fatal isle,At which good angels mourn, ill spirits smile.Old Prospero, by his daughters robbed of rest,Has in displeasure left them both unblest.Unkindly they abjure each other's bed,To save the living, and revenge the dead.Alonzo, and his son, are prisoners made,And good Gonzalo does their crimes upbraid.Antonio and Gonzalo disagree,And would, though in one cave, at distance be.The seamen all that cursed wine have spent,Which still renewed their thirst of government;And wanting subjects for the food of power,Each would, to rule alone, the rest devour.The monsters, Sycorax and Caliban,More monstrous grow by passions learned from man.Even I, not framed of warring elements,Partake and suffer in these discontents.Why should a mortal, by enchantments, holdIn chains a spirit of etherial mould?Accursed magic we ourselves have taught,And our own power has our subjections wrought![Exit.
EnterProsperoandMiranda.
Prosp.You beg in vain; I cannot pardon him;He has offended heaven.
Prosp.You beg in vain; I cannot pardon him;He has offended heaven.
Mir.Then let heaven punish him.
Prosp.It will, by me.
Mir.Grant him, at least, some respite for my sake.
Prosp.I, by deferring justice, should incenseThe deity against myself and you.Mir.Yet I have heard you say, the powers aboveAre slow in punishing; and should not youResemble them?Prosp.The argument is weak.But I want time to let you see your errors;Retire, and, if you love him, pray for him.[He's going.
Prosp.I, by deferring justice, should incenseThe deity against myself and you.
Mir.Yet I have heard you say, the powers aboveAre slow in punishing; and should not youResemble them?
Prosp.The argument is weak.But I want time to let you see your errors;Retire, and, if you love him, pray for him.[He's going.
Mir.And can you be his judge and executioner?
Prosp.I cannot force Gonzalo or my brother,Much less the father to destroy the son;It must be then the monster Caliban,And he's not here; but Ariel strait shall fetch him.
Prosp.I cannot force Gonzalo or my brother,Much less the father to destroy the son;It must be then the monster Caliban,And he's not here; but Ariel strait shall fetch him.
EnterAriel.
Ariel.My potent lord, before thou callest I come,To serve thy will.
Ariel.My potent lord, before thou callest I come,To serve thy will.
Prosp.Then, spirit, fetch me here my savage slave.
Ariel.My lord, it does not need.
Prosp.Art thou then prone to mischief, wilt thou beThyself the executioner?Ariel.Think better of thy airy minister,Who, for thy sake, unbidden, this night has flownO'er almost all the habitable world.
Prosp.Art thou then prone to mischief, wilt thou beThyself the executioner?
Ariel.Think better of thy airy minister,Who, for thy sake, unbidden, this night has flownO'er almost all the habitable world.
Prosp.But to what purpose was all thy diligence?
Ariel.When I was chidden by my mighty lord,For my neglect of young Hippolito,I went to view his body, and soon foundHis soul was but retired, not sallied out:Then I collectedThe best of simples underneath the moon,The best of balms, and to the wound appliedThe healing juice of vulnerary herbs.His only danger was his loss of blood,But now he's waked, my lord, and just this hourHe must be dressed again, as I have done it.
Ariel.When I was chidden by my mighty lord,For my neglect of young Hippolito,I went to view his body, and soon foundHis soul was but retired, not sallied out:Then I collectedThe best of simples underneath the moon,The best of balms, and to the wound appliedThe healing juice of vulnerary herbs.His only danger was his loss of blood,But now he's waked, my lord, and just this hourHe must be dressed again, as I have done it.
Anoint the sword which pierced him with this weapon-salve, and wrap it close from air, till I have time to visit him again.
Prosp.Thou art my faithful servant;It shall be done: be it your task, Miranda,Because your sister is not present here;While I go visit your dear Ferdinand,From whom I will a while conceal the news,That it may be more welcome.Mir.I obey you,And with a double duty, sir: For now,You twice have given me life.Prosp.My Ariel, follow me.[Exeunt severally.
Prosp.Thou art my faithful servant;It shall be done: be it your task, Miranda,Because your sister is not present here;While I go visit your dear Ferdinand,From whom I will a while conceal the news,That it may be more welcome.
Mir.I obey you,And with a double duty, sir: For now,You twice have given me life.
Prosp.My Ariel, follow me.[Exeunt severally.
Hippolitodiscovered on a couch,Dorindaby him.
Dor.How do you find yourself?
Hip.I'm somewhat cold;Can you not draw me nearer to the sun?I am too weak to walk.Dor.My love, I'll try.[She draws the chair nearer to the audience.I thought you never would have walked again;They told me you were gone to heaven;Have you been there?
Hip.I'm somewhat cold;Can you not draw me nearer to the sun?I am too weak to walk.
Dor.My love, I'll try.[She draws the chair nearer to the audience.
I thought you never would have walked again;They told me you were gone to heaven;Have you been there?
Hip.I know not where I was.
Dor.I will not leave you, till you promise me,You will not die again.
Dor.I will not leave you, till you promise me,You will not die again.
Hip.Indeed, I will not.
Dor.You must not go to heaven, unless we goTogether; for I have heard my father say,That we must strive to be each other's guide,The way to it will else be difficult,Especially to those who are so young;But I much wonder what it is to die.Hip.Sure 'tis to dream, a kind of breathless sleep,When once the soul's gone out.
Dor.You must not go to heaven, unless we goTogether; for I have heard my father say,That we must strive to be each other's guide,The way to it will else be difficult,Especially to those who are so young;But I much wonder what it is to die.
Hip.Sure 'tis to dream, a kind of breathless sleep,When once the soul's gone out.
Dor.What is the soul?
Hip.A small blue thing, that runs about within us.
Dor.Then I have seen it in a frosty morning,Run smoaking from my mouth.Hip.But, dear Dorinda,What is become of him who fought with me?Dor.O! I can tell you joyful news of him;My father means to make him die to-day,For what he did to you.Hip.That must not be,My dear Dorinda; go, and beg your father,He may not die; it was my fault he hurt me,I urged him to it first.
Dor.Then I have seen it in a frosty morning,Run smoaking from my mouth.
Hip.But, dear Dorinda,What is become of him who fought with me?
Dor.O! I can tell you joyful news of him;My father means to make him die to-day,For what he did to you.
Hip.That must not be,My dear Dorinda; go, and beg your father,He may not die; it was my fault he hurt me,I urged him to it first.
Dor.But if he live, he'll never leave killing you.
Hip.O no! I just remember when I fell asleep,I heard him calling me a great way off,And crying over me as you would do;Besides, we have no cause of quarrel now.
Hip.O no! I just remember when I fell asleep,I heard him calling me a great way off,And crying over me as you would do;Besides, we have no cause of quarrel now.
Dor.Pray, how began your difference first?
Hip.I fought with him, for all the women in the world.
Dor.That hurt you had, was justly sent from heaven,For wishing to have any more but me.Hip.Indeed I think it was, but I repent it;The fault was only in my blood, for now'Tis gone, I find I do not love so many.Dor.In confidence of this, I'll beg my fatherThat he may live; I'm glad the naughty blood,That made you love so many, is gone out.Hip. My dear, go quickly, lest you come too late.[ExitDor.
Dor.That hurt you had, was justly sent from heaven,For wishing to have any more but me.
Hip.Indeed I think it was, but I repent it;The fault was only in my blood, for now'Tis gone, I find I do not love so many.
Dor.In confidence of this, I'll beg my fatherThat he may live; I'm glad the naughty blood,That made you love so many, is gone out.
Hip. My dear, go quickly, lest you come too late.[ExitDor.
EnterMirandaat the other door, withHippolito'ssword wrapt up.
Hip.Who's this, who looks so fair and beautiful,As nothing but Dorinda can surpass her?O! I believe it is that angel woman,Whom she calls sister.Mir.Sir, I am sent hitherTo dress your wound; how do you find your strength?
Hip.Who's this, who looks so fair and beautiful,As nothing but Dorinda can surpass her?O! I believe it is that angel woman,Whom she calls sister.
Mir.Sir, I am sent hitherTo dress your wound; how do you find your strength?
Hip.Fair creature, I am faint with loss of blood.
Mir.I am sorry for it.