ACT IV

Gon.I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand youIn this strange stare?Alon.O, it is monstrous, monstrous!Methought the billows spoke and told me of it;The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder,That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronouncedThe name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass.Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded, andI'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet soundedAnd with him there lie mudded.[Exit.Seb.But one fiend at a time,I'll fight their legions o'er.Ant.I'll be thy second.[ExeuntSebastianandAntonio.Gon.All three of them are desperate: their great guilt,Like poison given to work a great time after,Now 'gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech youThat are of suppler joints, follow them swiftlyAnd hinder them from what this ecstasyMay now provoke them to.Adr.Follow, I pray you.[Exeunt.ACT IVAct IVSCENE IBeforeProspero'scell.EnterProspero,Ferdinand,andMiranda.Pros.If I have too austerely punish'd you,Your compensation makes amends, for IHave given you here a third of mine own life,Or that for which I live; who once againI tender to thy hand: all thy vexationsWere but my trials of thy love, and thouHast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven,I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,Do not smile at me that I boast her off,For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praiseAnd make it halt behind her.Fer.I do believe itAgainst an oracle.Pros.Then, as my gift and thine own acquisitionWorthily purchased, take my daughter: butIf thou dost break her virgin-knot beforeAll sanctimonious ceremonies mayWith full and holy rite be minister'd,No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fallTo make this contract grow; but barren hate,Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrewThe union of your bed with weeds so loathlyThat you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,As Hymen's lamps shall light you.Fer.As I hopeFor quiet days, fair issue and long life,With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den,The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestionOur worser genius can, shall never meltMine honour into lust, to take awayThe edge of that day's celebration,When I shall think, or Phœbus' steeds are founder'd,Or Night kept chain'd below.Pros.Fairly spoke.Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own.What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel!EnterAriel.Ari.What would my potent master? here I am.Pros.Thou and thy meaner fellows your last serviceDid worthily perform; and I must use youIn such another trick. Go bring the rabble,O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place:Incite them to quick motion; for I mustBestow upon the eyes of this young coupleSome vanity of mine art: it is my promise,And they expect it from me.Ari.Presently?Pros.Ay, with a twink.Ari. Before you can say 'come' and 'go,'And breathe twice and cry 'so, so,'Each one, tripping on his toe,Will be here with mop and mow.Do you love me, master? no?Pros.Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approachTill thou dost hear me call.Ari.Well, I conceive.[Exit.Pros.Look thou be true; do not give dallianceToo much the rein: the strongest oaths are strawTo the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious,Or else, good night your vow!Fer.I warrant you, sir;The white cold virgin snow upon my heartAbates the ardour of my liver.Pros.Well.Now come, my Ariel! I bring a corollary,Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly!No tongue! all eyes! be silent.[Soft music.EnterIris.Iris.Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leasOf wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease;Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep;Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,Which spongy April at thy hest betrims,To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom-groves,Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard;And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,Where thou thyself dost air;—the queen o' the sky,Whose watery arch and messenger am I,Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace,Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain:Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.Iris: 'You Nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks,Leave your crisp channels' (page 112).EnterCeres.Cer.Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'erDost disobey the wife of Jupiter;Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowersDiffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers,And with each end of thy blue bow dost crownMy bosky acres and my unshrubb'd down,Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queenSummon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green?Iris.A contract of true love to celebrate;And some donation freely to estateOn the blest lovers.Cer.Tell me, heavenly bow,If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,Do now attend the queen? Since they did plotThe means that dusky Dis my daughter got,Her and her blind boy's scandal'd companyI have forsworn.Iris.Of her societyBe not afraid: I met her deityCutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her sonDove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have doneSome wanton charm upon this man and maid,Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paidTill Hymen's torch be lighted: but in vain;Mars's hot minion is return'd again;Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrowsAnd be a boy right out.Cer.High'st queen of state,Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait.EnterJuno.Juno.How does my bounteous sister? Go with meTo bless this twain, that they may prosperous beAnd honour'd in their issue.[They sing.Juno.Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,Long continuance, and increasing,Hourly joys be still upon you!Juno sings her blessings on you.Cer.Earth's increase, foison plenty,Barns and garners never empty,Vines with clustering bunches growing,Plants with goodly burthen bowing;Spring come to you at the farthestIn the very end of harvest!Scarcity and want shall shun you;Ceres' blessing so is on you.Fer.This is a most majestic vision, andHarmonious charmingly. May I be boldTo think these spirits?Pros.Spirits, which by mine artI have from their confines call'd to enactMy present fancies.Fer.Let me live here ever;So rare a wonder'd father and a wiseMakes this place Paradise.[JunoandCereswhisper, and sendIrison employment.Pros.Sweet, now, silence!Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;There's something else to do: hush, and be mute,Or else our spell is marr'd.Iris.You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks,With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks,Leave your crisp channels and on this green landAnswer your summons; Juno does command:Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrateA contract of true love; be not too late.Prospero: 'We are such stuffAs dreams are made on' (page 114).Enter certain Nymphs.You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,Come hither from the furrow and be merry:Make holiday: your rye-straw hats put onAnd these fresh nymphs encounter every oneIn country footing.Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereofProsperostarts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish.Pros.[aside.] I had forgot that foul conspiracyOf the beast Caliban and his confederatesAgainst my life: the minute of their plotIs almost come. [To the Spirits.] Well done! avoid; no more!Fer.This is strange: your father's in some passionThat works him strongly.Mir.Never till this daySaw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.Pros.You do look, my son, in a moved sort,As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.Our revels now are ended. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into air, into thin air:And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolveAnd, like this insubstantial pageant faded,Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuffAs dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd;Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled:Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:If you be pleased, retire into my cellAnd there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,To still my beating mind.Fer.Mir.We wish your peace.[Exeunt.Pros.Come with a thought. I thank thee, Ariel: come.EnterAriel.Ari.Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure?Pros.Spirit,We must prepare to meet with Caliban.Ari.Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'dLest I might anger thee.Pros.Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?Ari.I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;So full of valour that they smote the airFor breathing in their faces; beat the groundFor kissing of their feet; yet always bendingTowards their project. Then I beat my tabor;At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears,Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their nosesAs they smelt music: so I charm'd their earsThat calf-like they my lowing follow'd throughTooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns,Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left themI' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell,There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lakeO'erstunk their feet.Pros.This was well done, my bird.Thy shape invisible retain thou still:The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,For stale to catch these thieves.Ari.I go, I go.[Exit.Pros.A devil, a born devil, on whose natureNurture can never stick; on whom my pains,Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;And as with age his body uglier grows,So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,Even to roaring.Re-enterAriel,loaden with glistering apparel, etc.Come, hang them on this line.ProsperoandArielremain, invisible. EnterCaliban,Stephano,andTrinculo,all wet.Cal.Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may notHear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.Steph.Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you, look you,—Trin.Thou wert but a lost monster.Cal.Good my lord, give me thy favour still.Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee toShall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly,All's hush'd as midnight yet.Trin.Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,—Steph.There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss.Trin.That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster.Steph.I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour.Cal.Prithee, my king, be quiet. See'st thou here,This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter.Do that good mischief which may make this islandThine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,For aye thy foot-licker.Steph.Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts.Trin.O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look what a wardrobe here is for thee!Cal.Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.Trin.O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery! O king Stephano!Steph.Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand I'll have that gown.Trin.Thy grace shall have it.Cal.The dropsy drown this fool! what do you meanTo dote thus on such luggage? Let's aloneAnd do the murder first: if he awake,From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches,Make us strange stuff.Steph.Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair and prove a bald jerkin.Trin.Do, do: we steal by line and level, an't like your grace.Steph.I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this country. 'Steal by line and level' is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't.Trin.Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.Cal.I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apesWith foreheads villanous low.Steph.Monster, lay to your fingers: help to bear this away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this.Trin.And this.Steph.Ay, and this.A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of dogs and hounds, hunting them about;ProsperoandArielsetting them on.Pros.Hey, Mountain, hey!Ari.Silver! there it goes, Silver!Pros.Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark! hark![Caliban,Stephano,andTrinculoare driven out.Go charge my goblins that they grind their jointsWith dry convulsions, shorten up their sinewsWith aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make themThan pard or cat o' mountain.Ari.Hark, they roar!Pros.Let them be hunted soundly. At this hourLies at my mercy all mine enemies:Shortly shall all my labours end, and thouShalt have the air at freedom: for a littleFollow, and do me service.[Exeunt.Ariel:'All prisoners, sir,In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell' (page 123).ACT VAct VSCENE IBeforeProspero'scell.EnterProsperoin his magic robes, andAriel.Pros.Now does my project gather to a head:My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and timeGoes upright with his carriage. How's the day?Ari.On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,You said our work should cease.Pros.I did say so,When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,How fares the king and 's followers?Ari.Confined togetherIn the same fashion as you gave in charge,Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell;They cannot budge till your release. The king,His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted,And the remainder mourning over them,Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chieflyHim that you term'd, sir, 'The good old lord, Gonzalo';His tears run down his beard, like winter's dropsFrom eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em,That if you now beheld them, your affectionsWould become tender.Pros.Dost thou think so, spirit?Ari.Mine would, sir, were I human.Pros.And mine shall.Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feelingOf their afflictions, and shall not myself,One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my furyDo I take part: the rarer action isIn virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,The sole drift of my purpose doth extendNot a frown further. Go release them, Ariel:My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,And they shall be themselves.Prospero: 'You demi-puppets thatBy moonshine do the green sour ringlets make' (page 125).Ari.I'll fetch them, sir.[Exit.Pros.Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,And ye that on the sands with printless footDo chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly himWhen he comes back; you demi-puppets thatBy moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastimeIs to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoiceTo hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'dThe noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vaultSet roaring war: to the dread rattling thunderHave I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oakWith his own bolt; the strong-based promontoryHave I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd upThe pine and cedar: graves at my commandHave waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forthBy my so potent art. But this rough magicI here abjure, and, when I have requiredSome heavenly music, which even now I do,To work mine end upon their senses thatThis airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,And deeper than did ever plummet soundI'll drown my book.[Solemn music.Re-enterArielbefore: thenAlonso,with a frantic gesture, attended byGonzalo;SebastianandAntonioin like manner, attended byAdrianandFrancisco:they all enter the circle whichProsperohad made, and there stand charmed; whichProsperoobserving, speaks:A solemn air and the best comforterTo an unsettled fancy cure thy brains,Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,For you are spell-stopp'd.Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace,And as the morning steals upon the night,Melting the darkness, so their rising sensesBegin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantleTheir clearer reason. O good Gonzalo,My true preserver, and a loyal sirTo him thou follow'st! I will pay thy gracesHome both in word and deed. Most cruellyDidst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.Thou art pinch'd for't now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,Unnatural though thou art. Their understandingBegins to swell, and the approaching tideWill shortly fill the reasonable shoreThat now lies foul and muddy. Not one of themThat yet looks on me, or would know me: Ariel,Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:I will discase me, and myself presentAs I was sometime Milan: quickly, spirit;Thou shalt ere long be free.Arielsings and helps to attire him.Where the bee sucks, there suck I:In a cowslips bell I lie;There I couch when owls do cry.On the bat's back I do flyAfter summer merrily.Merrily, merrily shall I live nowUnder the blossom that hangs on the bough.Pros.Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee;But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:There shalt thou find the mariners asleepUnder the hatches; the master and the boatswainBeing awake, enforce them to this place,And presently, I prithee.Ari.I drink the air before me, and returnOr ere your pulse twice beat.[Exit.Gon.All torment, trouble, wonder and amazementInhabits here: some heavenly power guide usOut of this fearful country!Pros.Behold, sir king,The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:For more assurance that a living princeDoes now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;And to thee and thy company I bidA hearty welcome.Alon.Whether thou be'st he or no,Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,As late I have been, I not know: thy pulseBeats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,The affliction of my mind amends, with which,I fear, a madness held me: this must crave,An if this be at all, a most strange story.Thy dukedom I resign and do entreatThou pardon me my wrongs. But how should ProsperoBe living and be here?Pros.First, noble friend,Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannotBe measured or confined.Gon.Whether this beOr be not, I'll not swear.Pros.You do yet tasteSome subtilties o' the isle, that will not let youBelieve things certain. Welcome, my friends all![Aside toSebastianandAntonio.]But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,I here could pluck his highness' frown upon youAnd justify you traitors: at this timeI will tell no tales.Seb.[aside.]The devil speaks in him.Pros.No.For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brotherWould even infect my mouth, I do forgiveThy rankest fault; all of them; and requireMy dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,Thou must restore.Prospero: 'Graves at my commandHave waked their sleepers' (page 126).Alon.If thou be'st Prospero,Give us particulars of thy preservation;How thou hast met us here, who three hours sinceWere wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost—How sharp the point of this remembrance is!—My dear son Ferdinand.Pros.I am woe for't, sir.Alon.Irreparable is the loss, and patienceSays it is past her cure.Pros.I rather thinkYou have not sought her help, of whose soft graceFor the like loss I have her sovereign aid,And rest myself content.Alon.You the like loss!Pros.As great to me as late; and, supportableTo make the dear loss, have I means much weakerThan you may call to comfort you, for IHave lost my daughter.Alon.A daughter?O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,The king and queen there! that they were, I wishMyself were mudded in that oozy bedWhere my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?Pros.In this last tempest. I perceive, these lordsAt this encounter do so much admireThat they devour their reason and scarce thinkTheir eyes do offices of truth, their wordsAre natural breath: but, howsoe'er you haveBeen justled from your senses, know for certainThat I am Prospero and that very dukeWhich was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangelyUpon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed,To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,Not a relation for a breakfast, norBefitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;This cell's my court: here have I few attendantsAnd subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.My dukedom since you have given me again,I will requite you with as good a thing;At least bring forth a wonder, to content yeAs much as me my dukedom.HereProsperodiscoversFerdinandandMirandaplaying at chess.Mir.Sweet lord, you play me false.Fer.No, my dear'st love,I would not for the world.Mir.Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,And I would call it fair play.Alon.If this proveA vision of the island, one dear sonShall I twice lose.Seb.A most high miracle!Fer.Though the seas threaten, they are merciful;I have cursed them without cause.[Kneels.Alon.Now all the blessingsOf a glad father compass thee about!Arise, and say how thou camest here.Mir.O, wonder!How many goodly creatures are there here!How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,That has such people in't!Pros.'Tis new to thee.Alon.What is this maid with whom thou wast at play?Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,And brought us thus together?Fer.Sir, she is mortal;But by immortal Providence she's mine:I chose her when I could not ask my fatherFor his advice, nor thought I had one. SheIs daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,Of whom so often I have heard renown,But never saw before; of whom I haveReceived a second life; and second fatherThis lady makes him to me.Alon.I am hers:But, O, how oddly will it sound that IMust ask my child forgiveness!Pros.There, sir, stop:Let us not burthen our remembrance withA heaviness that's gone.Gon.I have inly wept,Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods,And on this couple drop a blessed crown!For it is you that have chalk'd forth the wayWhich brought us hither.Alon.I say, Amen, Gonzalo!Gon.Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issueShould become kings of Naples? O, rejoiceBeyond a common joy, and set it downWith gold on lasting pillars: In one voyageDid Claribel her husband find at Tunis,And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wifeWhere he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedomIn a poor isle, and all of us ourselvesWhen no man was his own.Alon.[toFer.andMir.] Give me your hands:Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heartThat doth not wish you joy!Gon.Be it so! Amen!Re-enterAriel,with theMasterandBoatswainamazedly following.O look, sir, look, sir! here is more of us:I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy,That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?Boats.The best news is, that we have safely foundOur king and company; the next, our ship—Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split—Is tight and yare and bravely rigged as whenWe first put out to sea.Ari.[aside toPros.]Sir, all this serviceHave I done since I went.

Gon.I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand youIn this strange stare?

Gon.I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you

In this strange stare?

Alon.O, it is monstrous, monstrous!Methought the billows spoke and told me of it;The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder,That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronouncedThe name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass.Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded, andI'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet soundedAnd with him there lie mudded.

Alon.O, it is monstrous, monstrous!

Methought the billows spoke and told me of it;

The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder,

That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced

The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass.

Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded, and

I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded

And with him there lie mudded.

[Exit.

Seb.But one fiend at a time,I'll fight their legions o'er.Ant.I'll be thy second.

Seb.But one fiend at a time,I'll fight their legions o'er.

Seb.But one fiend at a time,

I'll fight their legions o'er.

Ant.I'll be thy second.

[ExeuntSebastianandAntonio.

Gon.All three of them are desperate: their great guilt,Like poison given to work a great time after,Now 'gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech youThat are of suppler joints, follow them swiftlyAnd hinder them from what this ecstasyMay now provoke them to.Adr.Follow, I pray you.

Gon.All three of them are desperate: their great guilt,

Like poison given to work a great time after,

Now 'gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech you

That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly

And hinder them from what this ecstasy

May now provoke them to.

Adr.Follow, I pray you.

[Exeunt.

Act IV

BeforeProspero'scell.

EnterProspero,Ferdinand,andMiranda.

Pros.If I have too austerely punish'd you,Your compensation makes amends, for IHave given you here a third of mine own life,Or that for which I live; who once againI tender to thy hand: all thy vexationsWere but my trials of thy love, and thouHast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven,I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,Do not smile at me that I boast her off,For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praiseAnd make it halt behind her.Fer.I do believe itAgainst an oracle.Pros.Then, as my gift and thine own acquisitionWorthily purchased, take my daughter: butIf thou dost break her virgin-knot beforeAll sanctimonious ceremonies mayWith full and holy rite be minister'd,No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fallTo make this contract grow; but barren hate,Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrewThe union of your bed with weeds so loathlyThat you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,As Hymen's lamps shall light you.Fer.As I hopeFor quiet days, fair issue and long life,With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den,The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestionOur worser genius can, shall never meltMine honour into lust, to take awayThe edge of that day's celebration,When I shall think, or Phœbus' steeds are founder'd,Or Night kept chain'd below.Pros.Fairly spoke.Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own.What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel!

Pros.If I have too austerely punish'd you,

Your compensation makes amends, for I

Have given you here a third of mine own life,

Or that for which I live; who once again

I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations

Were but my trials of thy love, and thou

Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven,

I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,

Do not smile at me that I boast her off,

For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise

And make it halt behind her.

Fer.I do believe itAgainst an oracle.

Fer.I do believe it

Against an oracle.

Pros.Then, as my gift and thine own acquisitionWorthily purchased, take my daughter: butIf thou dost break her virgin-knot beforeAll sanctimonious ceremonies mayWith full and holy rite be minister'd,No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fallTo make this contract grow; but barren hate,Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrewThe union of your bed with weeds so loathlyThat you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,As Hymen's lamps shall light you.

Pros.Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition

Worthily purchased, take my daughter: but

If thou dost break her virgin-knot before

All sanctimonious ceremonies may

With full and holy rite be minister'd,

No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall

To make this contract grow; but barren hate,

Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew

The union of your bed with weeds so loathly

That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,

As Hymen's lamps shall light you.

Fer.As I hopeFor quiet days, fair issue and long life,With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den,The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestionOur worser genius can, shall never meltMine honour into lust, to take awayThe edge of that day's celebration,When I shall think, or Phœbus' steeds are founder'd,Or Night kept chain'd below.

Fer.As I hope

For quiet days, fair issue and long life,

With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den,

The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion

Our worser genius can, shall never melt

Mine honour into lust, to take away

The edge of that day's celebration,

When I shall think, or Phœbus' steeds are founder'd,

Or Night kept chain'd below.

Pros.Fairly spoke.Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own.What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel!

Pros.Fairly spoke.

Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own.

What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel!

EnterAriel.

Ari.What would my potent master? here I am.Pros.Thou and thy meaner fellows your last serviceDid worthily perform; and I must use youIn such another trick. Go bring the rabble,O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place:Incite them to quick motion; for I mustBestow upon the eyes of this young coupleSome vanity of mine art: it is my promise,And they expect it from me.Ari.Presently?Pros.Ay, with a twink.Ari. Before you can say 'come' and 'go,'And breathe twice and cry 'so, so,'Each one, tripping on his toe,Will be here with mop and mow.Do you love me, master? no?Pros.Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approachTill thou dost hear me call.Ari.Well, I conceive.

Ari.What would my potent master? here I am.

Pros.Thou and thy meaner fellows your last serviceDid worthily perform; and I must use youIn such another trick. Go bring the rabble,O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place:Incite them to quick motion; for I mustBestow upon the eyes of this young coupleSome vanity of mine art: it is my promise,And they expect it from me.

Pros.Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service

Did worthily perform; and I must use you

In such another trick. Go bring the rabble,

O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place:

Incite them to quick motion; for I must

Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple

Some vanity of mine art: it is my promise,

And they expect it from me.

Ari.Presently?

Pros.Ay, with a twink.

Ari. Before you can say 'come' and 'go,'And breathe twice and cry 'so, so,'Each one, tripping on his toe,Will be here with mop and mow.Do you love me, master? no?

Ari. Before you can say 'come' and 'go,'

And breathe twice and cry 'so, so,'

Each one, tripping on his toe,

Will be here with mop and mow.

Do you love me, master? no?

Pros.Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approachTill thou dost hear me call.

Pros.Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approach

Till thou dost hear me call.

Ari.Well, I conceive.

[Exit.

Pros.Look thou be true; do not give dallianceToo much the rein: the strongest oaths are strawTo the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious,Or else, good night your vow!Fer.I warrant you, sir;The white cold virgin snow upon my heartAbates the ardour of my liver.Pros.Well.Now come, my Ariel! I bring a corollary,Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly!No tongue! all eyes! be silent.

Pros.Look thou be true; do not give dallianceToo much the rein: the strongest oaths are strawTo the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious,Or else, good night your vow!

Pros.Look thou be true; do not give dalliance

Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw

To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious,

Or else, good night your vow!

Fer.I warrant you, sir;The white cold virgin snow upon my heartAbates the ardour of my liver.

Fer.I warrant you, sir;

The white cold virgin snow upon my heart

Abates the ardour of my liver.

Pros.Well.Now come, my Ariel! I bring a corollary,Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly!No tongue! all eyes! be silent.

Pros.Well.

Now come, my Ariel! I bring a corollary,

Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly!

No tongue! all eyes! be silent.

[Soft music.

EnterIris.

Iris.Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leasOf wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease;Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep;Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,Which spongy April at thy hest betrims,To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom-groves,Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard;And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,Where thou thyself dost air;—the queen o' the sky,Whose watery arch and messenger am I,Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace,Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain:Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

Iris.Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas

Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease;

Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,

And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep;

Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,

Which spongy April at thy hest betrims,

To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom-groves,

Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,

Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard;

And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,

Where thou thyself dost air;—the queen o' the sky,

Whose watery arch and messenger am I,

Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace,

Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,

To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain:

Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

Iris: 'You Nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks,Leave your crisp channels' (page 112).

EnterCeres.

Cer.Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'erDost disobey the wife of Jupiter;Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowersDiffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers,And with each end of thy blue bow dost crownMy bosky acres and my unshrubb'd down,Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queenSummon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green?Iris.A contract of true love to celebrate;And some donation freely to estateOn the blest lovers.Cer.Tell me, heavenly bow,If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,Do now attend the queen? Since they did plotThe means that dusky Dis my daughter got,Her and her blind boy's scandal'd companyI have forsworn.Iris.Of her societyBe not afraid: I met her deityCutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her sonDove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have doneSome wanton charm upon this man and maid,Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paidTill Hymen's torch be lighted: but in vain;Mars's hot minion is return'd again;Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrowsAnd be a boy right out.Cer.High'st queen of state,Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait.

Cer.Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er

Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;

Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowers

Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers,

And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown

My bosky acres and my unshrubb'd down,

Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen

Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green?

Iris.A contract of true love to celebrate;And some donation freely to estateOn the blest lovers.

Iris.A contract of true love to celebrate;

And some donation freely to estate

On the blest lovers.

Cer.Tell me, heavenly bow,If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,Do now attend the queen? Since they did plotThe means that dusky Dis my daughter got,Her and her blind boy's scandal'd companyI have forsworn.

Cer.Tell me, heavenly bow,

If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,

Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot

The means that dusky Dis my daughter got,

Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company

I have forsworn.

Iris.Of her societyBe not afraid: I met her deityCutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her sonDove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have doneSome wanton charm upon this man and maid,Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paidTill Hymen's torch be lighted: but in vain;Mars's hot minion is return'd again;Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrowsAnd be a boy right out.

Iris.Of her society

Be not afraid: I met her deity

Cutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her son

Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done

Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,

Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid

Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but in vain;

Mars's hot minion is return'd again;

Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,

Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows

And be a boy right out.

Cer.High'st queen of state,Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait.

Cer.High'st queen of state,

Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait.

EnterJuno.

Juno.How does my bounteous sister? Go with meTo bless this twain, that they may prosperous beAnd honour'd in their issue.

Juno.How does my bounteous sister? Go with me

To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be

And honour'd in their issue.

[They sing.

Juno.Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,Long continuance, and increasing,Hourly joys be still upon you!Juno sings her blessings on you.Cer.Earth's increase, foison plenty,Barns and garners never empty,Vines with clustering bunches growing,Plants with goodly burthen bowing;Spring come to you at the farthestIn the very end of harvest!Scarcity and want shall shun you;Ceres' blessing so is on you.Fer.This is a most majestic vision, andHarmonious charmingly. May I be boldTo think these spirits?Pros.Spirits, which by mine artI have from their confines call'd to enactMy present fancies.Fer.Let me live here ever;So rare a wonder'd father and a wiseMakes this place Paradise.

Juno.Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,

Long continuance, and increasing,

Hourly joys be still upon you!

Juno sings her blessings on you.

Cer.Earth's increase, foison plenty,

Barns and garners never empty,

Vines with clustering bunches growing,

Plants with goodly burthen bowing;

Spring come to you at the farthest

In the very end of harvest!

Scarcity and want shall shun you;

Ceres' blessing so is on you.

Fer.This is a most majestic vision, andHarmonious charmingly. May I be boldTo think these spirits?

Fer.This is a most majestic vision, and

Harmonious charmingly. May I be bold

To think these spirits?

Pros.Spirits, which by mine artI have from their confines call'd to enactMy present fancies.

Pros.Spirits, which by mine art

I have from their confines call'd to enact

My present fancies.

Fer.Let me live here ever;So rare a wonder'd father and a wiseMakes this place Paradise.

Fer.Let me live here ever;

So rare a wonder'd father and a wise

Makes this place Paradise.

[JunoandCereswhisper, and sendIrison employment.

Pros.Sweet, now, silence!Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;There's something else to do: hush, and be mute,Or else our spell is marr'd.Iris.You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks,With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks,Leave your crisp channels and on this green landAnswer your summons; Juno does command:Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrateA contract of true love; be not too late.

Pros.Sweet, now, silence!Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;There's something else to do: hush, and be mute,Or else our spell is marr'd.

Pros.Sweet, now, silence!

Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;

There's something else to do: hush, and be mute,

Or else our spell is marr'd.

Iris.You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks,With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks,Leave your crisp channels and on this green landAnswer your summons; Juno does command:Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrateA contract of true love; be not too late.

Iris.You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks,

With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks,

Leave your crisp channels and on this green land

Answer your summons; Juno does command:

Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate

A contract of true love; be not too late.

Prospero: 'We are such stuffAs dreams are made on' (page 114).

Prospero: 'We are such stuff

As dreams are made on' (page 114).

Enter certain Nymphs.

You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,Come hither from the furrow and be merry:Make holiday: your rye-straw hats put onAnd these fresh nymphs encounter every oneIn country footing.

You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,

Come hither from the furrow and be merry:

Make holiday: your rye-straw hats put on

And these fresh nymphs encounter every one

In country footing.

Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereofProsperostarts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish.

Pros.[aside.] I had forgot that foul conspiracyOf the beast Caliban and his confederatesAgainst my life: the minute of their plotIs almost come. [To the Spirits.] Well done! avoid; no more!Fer.This is strange: your father's in some passionThat works him strongly.Mir.Never till this daySaw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.Pros.You do look, my son, in a moved sort,As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.Our revels now are ended. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into air, into thin air:And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolveAnd, like this insubstantial pageant faded,Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuffAs dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd;Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled:Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:If you be pleased, retire into my cellAnd there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,To still my beating mind.Fer.Mir.We wish your peace.

Pros.[aside.] I had forgot that foul conspiracyOf the beast Caliban and his confederatesAgainst my life: the minute of their plotIs almost come. [To the Spirits.] Well done! avoid; no more!

Pros.[aside.] I had forgot that foul conspiracy

Of the beast Caliban and his confederates

Against my life: the minute of their plot

Is almost come. [To the Spirits.] Well done! avoid; no more!

Fer.This is strange: your father's in some passionThat works him strongly.

Fer.This is strange: your father's in some passion

That works him strongly.

Mir.Never till this daySaw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.

Mir.Never till this day

Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.

Pros.You do look, my son, in a moved sort,As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.Our revels now are ended. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into air, into thin air:And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolveAnd, like this insubstantial pageant faded,Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuffAs dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd;Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled:Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:If you be pleased, retire into my cellAnd there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,To still my beating mind.

Pros.You do look, my son, in a moved sort,

As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,

As I foretold you, were all spirits and

Are melted into air, into thin air:

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,

The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,

The solemn temples, the great globe itself,

Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve

And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,

Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff

As dreams are made on, and our little life

Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd;

Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled:

Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:

If you be pleased, retire into my cell

And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,

To still my beating mind.

Fer.Mir.We wish your peace.

[Exeunt.

Pros.Come with a thought. I thank thee, Ariel: come.

EnterAriel.

Ari.Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure?Pros.Spirit,We must prepare to meet with Caliban.Ari.Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'dLest I might anger thee.Pros.Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?Ari.I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;So full of valour that they smote the airFor breathing in their faces; beat the groundFor kissing of their feet; yet always bendingTowards their project. Then I beat my tabor;At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears,Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their nosesAs they smelt music: so I charm'd their earsThat calf-like they my lowing follow'd throughTooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns,Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left themI' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell,There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lakeO'erstunk their feet.Pros.This was well done, my bird.Thy shape invisible retain thou still:The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,For stale to catch these thieves.Ari.I go, I go.

Ari.Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure?

Pros.Spirit,We must prepare to meet with Caliban.

Pros.Spirit,

We must prepare to meet with Caliban.

Ari.Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'dLest I might anger thee.

Ari.Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,

I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'd

Lest I might anger thee.

Pros.Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?

Ari.I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;So full of valour that they smote the airFor breathing in their faces; beat the groundFor kissing of their feet; yet always bendingTowards their project. Then I beat my tabor;At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears,Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their nosesAs they smelt music: so I charm'd their earsThat calf-like they my lowing follow'd throughTooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns,Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left themI' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell,There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lakeO'erstunk their feet.

Ari.I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;

So full of valour that they smote the air

For breathing in their faces; beat the ground

For kissing of their feet; yet always bending

Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor;

At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears,

Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses

As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears

That calf-like they my lowing follow'd through

Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns,

Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them

I' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell,

There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake

O'erstunk their feet.

Pros.This was well done, my bird.Thy shape invisible retain thou still:The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,For stale to catch these thieves.

Pros.This was well done, my bird.

Thy shape invisible retain thou still:

The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,

For stale to catch these thieves.

Ari.I go, I go.

[Exit.

Pros.A devil, a born devil, on whose natureNurture can never stick; on whom my pains,Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;And as with age his body uglier grows,So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,Even to roaring.Re-enterAriel,loaden with glistering apparel, etc.Come, hang them on this line.

Pros.A devil, a born devil, on whose nature

Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,

Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;

And as with age his body uglier grows,

So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,

Even to roaring.

Re-enterAriel,loaden with glistering apparel, etc.

Come, hang them on this line.

ProsperoandArielremain, invisible. EnterCaliban,Stephano,andTrinculo,all wet.

Cal.Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may notHear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.

Cal.Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not

Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.

Steph.Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you, look you,—

Trin.Thou wert but a lost monster.

Cal.Good my lord, give me thy favour still.Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee toShall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly,All's hush'd as midnight yet.

Cal.Good my lord, give me thy favour still.

Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to

Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly,

All's hush'd as midnight yet.

Trin.Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,—

Steph.There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss.

Trin.That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster.

Steph.I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour.

Cal.Prithee, my king, be quiet. See'st thou here,This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter.Do that good mischief which may make this islandThine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,For aye thy foot-licker.

Cal.Prithee, my king, be quiet. See'st thou here,

This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter.

Do that good mischief which may make this island

Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,

For aye thy foot-licker.

Steph.Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts.

Trin.O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look what a wardrobe here is for thee!

Cal.Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.

Trin.O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery! O king Stephano!

Steph.Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand I'll have that gown.

Trin.Thy grace shall have it.

Cal.The dropsy drown this fool! what do you meanTo dote thus on such luggage? Let's aloneAnd do the murder first: if he awake,From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches,Make us strange stuff.

Cal.The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean

To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone

And do the murder first: if he awake,

From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches,

Make us strange stuff.

Steph.Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair and prove a bald jerkin.

Trin.Do, do: we steal by line and level, an't like your grace.

Steph.I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this country. 'Steal by line and level' is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't.

Trin.Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.

Cal.I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apesWith foreheads villanous low.

Cal.I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,

And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes

With foreheads villanous low.

Steph.Monster, lay to your fingers: help to bear this away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this.

Trin.And this.

Steph.Ay, and this.

A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of dogs and hounds, hunting them about;ProsperoandArielsetting them on.

Pros.Hey, Mountain, hey!

Ari.Silver! there it goes, Silver!

Pros.Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark! hark![Caliban,Stephano,andTrinculoare driven out.Go charge my goblins that they grind their jointsWith dry convulsions, shorten up their sinewsWith aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make themThan pard or cat o' mountain.Ari.Hark, they roar!Pros.Let them be hunted soundly. At this hourLies at my mercy all mine enemies:Shortly shall all my labours end, and thouShalt have the air at freedom: for a littleFollow, and do me service.

Pros.Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark! hark!

[Caliban,Stephano,andTrinculoare driven out.

Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints

With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews

With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them

Than pard or cat o' mountain.

Ari.Hark, they roar!

Pros.Let them be hunted soundly. At this hourLies at my mercy all mine enemies:Shortly shall all my labours end, and thouShalt have the air at freedom: for a littleFollow, and do me service.

Pros.Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour

Lies at my mercy all mine enemies:

Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou

Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little

Follow, and do me service.

[Exeunt.

Ariel:'All prisoners, sir,In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell' (page 123).

Ariel:'All prisoners, sir,

In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell' (page 123).

Act V

BeforeProspero'scell.

EnterProsperoin his magic robes, andAriel.

Pros.Now does my project gather to a head:My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and timeGoes upright with his carriage. How's the day?Ari.On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,You said our work should cease.Pros.I did say so,When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,How fares the king and 's followers?Ari.Confined togetherIn the same fashion as you gave in charge,Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell;They cannot budge till your release. The king,His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted,And the remainder mourning over them,Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chieflyHim that you term'd, sir, 'The good old lord, Gonzalo';His tears run down his beard, like winter's dropsFrom eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em,That if you now beheld them, your affectionsWould become tender.Pros.Dost thou think so, spirit?Ari.Mine would, sir, were I human.Pros.And mine shall.Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feelingOf their afflictions, and shall not myself,One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my furyDo I take part: the rarer action isIn virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,The sole drift of my purpose doth extendNot a frown further. Go release them, Ariel:My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,And they shall be themselves.

Pros.Now does my project gather to a head:My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and timeGoes upright with his carriage. How's the day?

Pros.Now does my project gather to a head:

My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time

Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?

Ari.On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,You said our work should cease.

Ari.On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,

You said our work should cease.

Pros.I did say so,When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,How fares the king and 's followers?

Pros.I did say so,

When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,

How fares the king and 's followers?

Ari.Confined togetherIn the same fashion as you gave in charge,Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell;They cannot budge till your release. The king,His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted,And the remainder mourning over them,Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chieflyHim that you term'd, sir, 'The good old lord, Gonzalo';His tears run down his beard, like winter's dropsFrom eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em,That if you now beheld them, your affectionsWould become tender.

Ari.Confined together

In the same fashion as you gave in charge,

Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,

In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell;

They cannot budge till your release. The king,

His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted,

And the remainder mourning over them,

Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly

Him that you term'd, sir, 'The good old lord, Gonzalo';

His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops

From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em,

That if you now beheld them, your affections

Would become tender.

Pros.Dost thou think so, spirit?

Ari.Mine would, sir, were I human.

Pros.And mine shall.Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feelingOf their afflictions, and shall not myself,One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my furyDo I take part: the rarer action isIn virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,The sole drift of my purpose doth extendNot a frown further. Go release them, Ariel:My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,And they shall be themselves.

Pros.And mine shall.

Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling

Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,

One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,

Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?

Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,

Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury

Do I take part: the rarer action is

In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,

The sole drift of my purpose doth extend

Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel:

My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,

And they shall be themselves.

Prospero: 'You demi-puppets thatBy moonshine do the green sour ringlets make' (page 125).

Prospero: 'You demi-puppets that

By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make' (page 125).

Ari.I'll fetch them, sir.

[Exit.

Pros.Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,And ye that on the sands with printless footDo chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly himWhen he comes back; you demi-puppets thatBy moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastimeIs to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoiceTo hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'dThe noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vaultSet roaring war: to the dread rattling thunderHave I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oakWith his own bolt; the strong-based promontoryHave I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd upThe pine and cedar: graves at my commandHave waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forthBy my so potent art. But this rough magicI here abjure, and, when I have requiredSome heavenly music, which even now I do,To work mine end upon their senses thatThis airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,And deeper than did ever plummet soundI'll drown my book.[Solemn music.Re-enterArielbefore: thenAlonso,with a frantic gesture, attended byGonzalo;SebastianandAntonioin like manner, attended byAdrianandFrancisco:they all enter the circle whichProsperohad made, and there stand charmed; whichProsperoobserving, speaks:A solemn air and the best comforterTo an unsettled fancy cure thy brains,Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,For you are spell-stopp'd.Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace,And as the morning steals upon the night,Melting the darkness, so their rising sensesBegin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantleTheir clearer reason. O good Gonzalo,My true preserver, and a loyal sirTo him thou follow'st! I will pay thy gracesHome both in word and deed. Most cruellyDidst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.Thou art pinch'd for't now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,Unnatural though thou art. Their understandingBegins to swell, and the approaching tideWill shortly fill the reasonable shoreThat now lies foul and muddy. Not one of themThat yet looks on me, or would know me: Ariel,Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:I will discase me, and myself presentAs I was sometime Milan: quickly, spirit;Thou shalt ere long be free.

Pros.Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,

And ye that on the sands with printless foot

Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him

When he comes back; you demi-puppets that

By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,

Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime

Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice

To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,

Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd

The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,

And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault

Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder

Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak

With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory

Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up

The pine and cedar: graves at my command

Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth

By my so potent art. But this rough magic

I here abjure, and, when I have required

Some heavenly music, which even now I do,

To work mine end upon their senses that

This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,

Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,

And deeper than did ever plummet sound

I'll drown my book.

[Solemn music.

Re-enterArielbefore: thenAlonso,with a frantic gesture, attended byGonzalo;SebastianandAntonioin like manner, attended byAdrianandFrancisco:they all enter the circle whichProsperohad made, and there stand charmed; whichProsperoobserving, speaks:

A solemn air and the best comforterTo an unsettled fancy cure thy brains,Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,For you are spell-stopp'd.Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace,And as the morning steals upon the night,Melting the darkness, so their rising sensesBegin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantleTheir clearer reason. O good Gonzalo,My true preserver, and a loyal sirTo him thou follow'st! I will pay thy gracesHome both in word and deed. Most cruellyDidst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.Thou art pinch'd for't now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,Unnatural though thou art. Their understandingBegins to swell, and the approaching tideWill shortly fill the reasonable shoreThat now lies foul and muddy. Not one of themThat yet looks on me, or would know me: Ariel,Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:I will discase me, and myself presentAs I was sometime Milan: quickly, spirit;Thou shalt ere long be free.

A solemn air and the best comforter

To an unsettled fancy cure thy brains,

Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,

For you are spell-stopp'd.

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,

Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace,

And as the morning steals upon the night,

Melting the darkness, so their rising senses

Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle

Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo,

My true preserver, and a loyal sir

To him thou follow'st! I will pay thy graces

Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly

Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:

Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.

Thou art pinch'd for't now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,

You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,

Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,

Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,

Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,

Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding

Begins to swell, and the approaching tide

Will shortly fill the reasonable shore

That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them

That yet looks on me, or would know me: Ariel,

Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:

I will discase me, and myself present

As I was sometime Milan: quickly, spirit;

Thou shalt ere long be free.

Arielsings and helps to attire him.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I:In a cowslips bell I lie;There I couch when owls do cry.On the bat's back I do flyAfter summer merrily.Merrily, merrily shall I live nowUnder the blossom that hangs on the bough.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I:

In a cowslips bell I lie;

There I couch when owls do cry.

On the bat's back I do fly

After summer merrily.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

Pros.Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee;But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:There shalt thou find the mariners asleepUnder the hatches; the master and the boatswainBeing awake, enforce them to this place,And presently, I prithee.Ari.I drink the air before me, and returnOr ere your pulse twice beat.

Pros.Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee;

But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.

To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:

There shalt thou find the mariners asleep

Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain

Being awake, enforce them to this place,

And presently, I prithee.

Ari.I drink the air before me, and returnOr ere your pulse twice beat.

Ari.I drink the air before me, and return

Or ere your pulse twice beat.

[Exit.

Gon.All torment, trouble, wonder and amazementInhabits here: some heavenly power guide usOut of this fearful country!Pros.Behold, sir king,The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:For more assurance that a living princeDoes now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;And to thee and thy company I bidA hearty welcome.Alon.Whether thou be'st he or no,Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,As late I have been, I not know: thy pulseBeats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,The affliction of my mind amends, with which,I fear, a madness held me: this must crave,An if this be at all, a most strange story.Thy dukedom I resign and do entreatThou pardon me my wrongs. But how should ProsperoBe living and be here?Pros.First, noble friend,Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannotBe measured or confined.Gon.Whether this beOr be not, I'll not swear.Pros.You do yet tasteSome subtilties o' the isle, that will not let youBelieve things certain. Welcome, my friends all!

Gon.All torment, trouble, wonder and amazementInhabits here: some heavenly power guide usOut of this fearful country!

Gon.All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement

Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us

Out of this fearful country!

Pros.Behold, sir king,The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:For more assurance that a living princeDoes now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;And to thee and thy company I bidA hearty welcome.

Pros.Behold, sir king,

The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:

For more assurance that a living prince

Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;

And to thee and thy company I bid

A hearty welcome.

Alon.Whether thou be'st he or no,Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,As late I have been, I not know: thy pulseBeats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,The affliction of my mind amends, with which,I fear, a madness held me: this must crave,An if this be at all, a most strange story.Thy dukedom I resign and do entreatThou pardon me my wrongs. But how should ProsperoBe living and be here?

Alon.Whether thou be'st he or no,

Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,

As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse

Beats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,

The affliction of my mind amends, with which,

I fear, a madness held me: this must crave,

An if this be at all, a most strange story.

Thy dukedom I resign and do entreat

Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should Prospero

Be living and be here?

Pros.First, noble friend,Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannotBe measured or confined.

Pros.First, noble friend,

Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot

Be measured or confined.

Gon.Whether this beOr be not, I'll not swear.

Gon.Whether this be

Or be not, I'll not swear.

Pros.You do yet tasteSome subtilties o' the isle, that will not let youBelieve things certain. Welcome, my friends all!

Pros.You do yet taste

Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you

Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all!

[Aside toSebastianandAntonio.]

But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,I here could pluck his highness' frown upon youAnd justify you traitors: at this timeI will tell no tales.Seb.[aside.]The devil speaks in him.Pros.No.For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brotherWould even infect my mouth, I do forgiveThy rankest fault; all of them; and requireMy dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,Thou must restore.

But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,I here could pluck his highness' frown upon youAnd justify you traitors: at this timeI will tell no tales.

But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,

I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you

And justify you traitors: at this time

I will tell no tales.

Seb.[aside.]The devil speaks in him.

Pros.No.For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brotherWould even infect my mouth, I do forgiveThy rankest fault; all of them; and requireMy dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,Thou must restore.

Pros.No.

For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother

Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive

Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require

My dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,

Thou must restore.

Prospero: 'Graves at my commandHave waked their sleepers' (page 126).

Alon.If thou be'st Prospero,Give us particulars of thy preservation;How thou hast met us here, who three hours sinceWere wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost—How sharp the point of this remembrance is!—My dear son Ferdinand.Pros.I am woe for't, sir.Alon.Irreparable is the loss, and patienceSays it is past her cure.Pros.I rather thinkYou have not sought her help, of whose soft graceFor the like loss I have her sovereign aid,And rest myself content.Alon.You the like loss!Pros.As great to me as late; and, supportableTo make the dear loss, have I means much weakerThan you may call to comfort you, for IHave lost my daughter.Alon.A daughter?O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,The king and queen there! that they were, I wishMyself were mudded in that oozy bedWhere my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?Pros.In this last tempest. I perceive, these lordsAt this encounter do so much admireThat they devour their reason and scarce thinkTheir eyes do offices of truth, their wordsAre natural breath: but, howsoe'er you haveBeen justled from your senses, know for certainThat I am Prospero and that very dukeWhich was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangelyUpon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed,To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,Not a relation for a breakfast, norBefitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;This cell's my court: here have I few attendantsAnd subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.My dukedom since you have given me again,I will requite you with as good a thing;At least bring forth a wonder, to content yeAs much as me my dukedom.

Alon.If thou be'st Prospero,

Give us particulars of thy preservation;

How thou hast met us here, who three hours since

Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost—

How sharp the point of this remembrance is!—

My dear son Ferdinand.

Pros.I am woe for't, sir.

Alon.Irreparable is the loss, and patienceSays it is past her cure.

Alon.Irreparable is the loss, and patience

Says it is past her cure.

Pros.I rather thinkYou have not sought her help, of whose soft graceFor the like loss I have her sovereign aid,And rest myself content.

Pros.I rather think

You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace

For the like loss I have her sovereign aid,

And rest myself content.

Alon.You the like loss!

Pros.As great to me as late; and, supportableTo make the dear loss, have I means much weakerThan you may call to comfort you, for IHave lost my daughter.

Pros.As great to me as late; and, supportable

To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker

Than you may call to comfort you, for I

Have lost my daughter.

Alon.A daughter?O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,The king and queen there! that they were, I wishMyself were mudded in that oozy bedWhere my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?

Alon.A daughter?

O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,

The king and queen there! that they were, I wish

Myself were mudded in that oozy bed

Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?

Pros.In this last tempest. I perceive, these lordsAt this encounter do so much admireThat they devour their reason and scarce thinkTheir eyes do offices of truth, their wordsAre natural breath: but, howsoe'er you haveBeen justled from your senses, know for certainThat I am Prospero and that very dukeWhich was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangelyUpon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed,To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,Not a relation for a breakfast, norBefitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;This cell's my court: here have I few attendantsAnd subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.My dukedom since you have given me again,I will requite you with as good a thing;At least bring forth a wonder, to content yeAs much as me my dukedom.

Pros.In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords

At this encounter do so much admire

That they devour their reason and scarce think

Their eyes do offices of truth, their words

Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have

Been justled from your senses, know for certain

That I am Prospero and that very duke

Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangely

Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed,

To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;

For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,

Not a relation for a breakfast, nor

Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;

This cell's my court: here have I few attendants

And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.

My dukedom since you have given me again,

I will requite you with as good a thing;

At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye

As much as me my dukedom.

HereProsperodiscoversFerdinandandMirandaplaying at chess.

Mir.Sweet lord, you play me false.Fer.No, my dear'st love,I would not for the world.Mir.Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,And I would call it fair play.Alon.If this proveA vision of the island, one dear sonShall I twice lose.Seb.A most high miracle!Fer.Though the seas threaten, they are merciful;I have cursed them without cause.

Mir.Sweet lord, you play me false.

Fer.No, my dear'st love,I would not for the world.

Fer.No, my dear'st love,

I would not for the world.

Mir.Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,And I would call it fair play.

Mir.Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,

And I would call it fair play.

Alon.If this proveA vision of the island, one dear sonShall I twice lose.

Alon.If this prove

A vision of the island, one dear son

Shall I twice lose.

Seb.A most high miracle!

Fer.Though the seas threaten, they are merciful;I have cursed them without cause.

Fer.Though the seas threaten, they are merciful;

I have cursed them without cause.

[Kneels.

Alon.Now all the blessingsOf a glad father compass thee about!Arise, and say how thou camest here.Mir.O, wonder!How many goodly creatures are there here!How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,That has such people in't!Pros.'Tis new to thee.Alon.What is this maid with whom thou wast at play?Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,And brought us thus together?Fer.Sir, she is mortal;But by immortal Providence she's mine:I chose her when I could not ask my fatherFor his advice, nor thought I had one. SheIs daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,Of whom so often I have heard renown,But never saw before; of whom I haveReceived a second life; and second fatherThis lady makes him to me.Alon.I am hers:But, O, how oddly will it sound that IMust ask my child forgiveness!Pros.There, sir, stop:Let us not burthen our remembrance withA heaviness that's gone.Gon.I have inly wept,Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods,And on this couple drop a blessed crown!For it is you that have chalk'd forth the wayWhich brought us hither.Alon.I say, Amen, Gonzalo!Gon.Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issueShould become kings of Naples? O, rejoiceBeyond a common joy, and set it downWith gold on lasting pillars: In one voyageDid Claribel her husband find at Tunis,And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wifeWhere he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedomIn a poor isle, and all of us ourselvesWhen no man was his own.Alon.[toFer.andMir.] Give me your hands:Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heartThat doth not wish you joy!Gon.Be it so! Amen!Re-enterAriel,with theMasterandBoatswainamazedly following.O look, sir, look, sir! here is more of us:I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy,That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?Boats.The best news is, that we have safely foundOur king and company; the next, our ship—Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split—Is tight and yare and bravely rigged as whenWe first put out to sea.Ari.[aside toPros.]Sir, all this serviceHave I done since I went.

Alon.Now all the blessingsOf a glad father compass thee about!Arise, and say how thou camest here.

Alon.Now all the blessings

Of a glad father compass thee about!

Arise, and say how thou camest here.

Mir.O, wonder!How many goodly creatures are there here!How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,That has such people in't!

Mir.O, wonder!

How many goodly creatures are there here!

How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,

That has such people in't!

Pros.'Tis new to thee.

Alon.What is this maid with whom thou wast at play?Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,And brought us thus together?

Alon.What is this maid with whom thou wast at play?

Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:

Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,

And brought us thus together?

Fer.Sir, she is mortal;But by immortal Providence she's mine:I chose her when I could not ask my fatherFor his advice, nor thought I had one. SheIs daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,Of whom so often I have heard renown,But never saw before; of whom I haveReceived a second life; and second fatherThis lady makes him to me.

Fer.Sir, she is mortal;

But by immortal Providence she's mine:

I chose her when I could not ask my father

For his advice, nor thought I had one. She

Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,

Of whom so often I have heard renown,

But never saw before; of whom I have

Received a second life; and second father

This lady makes him to me.

Alon.I am hers:But, O, how oddly will it sound that IMust ask my child forgiveness!

Alon.I am hers:

But, O, how oddly will it sound that I

Must ask my child forgiveness!

Pros.There, sir, stop:Let us not burthen our remembrance withA heaviness that's gone.

Pros.There, sir, stop:

Let us not burthen our remembrance with

A heaviness that's gone.

Gon.I have inly wept,Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods,And on this couple drop a blessed crown!For it is you that have chalk'd forth the wayWhich brought us hither.

Gon.I have inly wept,

Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods,

And on this couple drop a blessed crown!

For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way

Which brought us hither.

Alon.I say, Amen, Gonzalo!

Gon.Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issueShould become kings of Naples? O, rejoiceBeyond a common joy, and set it downWith gold on lasting pillars: In one voyageDid Claribel her husband find at Tunis,And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wifeWhere he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedomIn a poor isle, and all of us ourselvesWhen no man was his own.

Gon.Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue

Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice

Beyond a common joy, and set it down

With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage

Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis,

And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife

Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom

In a poor isle, and all of us ourselves

When no man was his own.

Alon.[toFer.andMir.] Give me your hands:Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heartThat doth not wish you joy!

Alon.[toFer.andMir.] Give me your hands:

Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart

That doth not wish you joy!

Gon.Be it so! Amen!

Re-enterAriel,with theMasterandBoatswainamazedly following.

O look, sir, look, sir! here is more of us:I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy,That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?

O look, sir, look, sir! here is more of us:

I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,

This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy,

That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?

Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?

Boats.The best news is, that we have safely foundOur king and company; the next, our ship—Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split—Is tight and yare and bravely rigged as whenWe first put out to sea.

Boats.The best news is, that we have safely found

Our king and company; the next, our ship—

Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split—

Is tight and yare and bravely rigged as when

We first put out to sea.

Ari.[aside toPros.]Sir, all this serviceHave I done since I went.

Ari.[aside toPros.]Sir, all this service

Have I done since I went.

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