THE TEMPESTpage20frontispieceProspero: 'Here in this island we arrived' (page 20).titlepageShakespeare's Comedy ofTHE TEMPESTwith illustrations byEdmund DulacHodder & StoughtonNEW YORK AND LONDONThe Text is printedby permission fromthe Oxford EditionILLUSTRATIONSProspero.Here in this island we arrived (page 20),FrontispieceProspero.PageI have done nothing but in care of thee (page 11),8Prospero.What seest thou elseIn the dark backward and abysm of time? (page 13),16Prospero.And by my prescienceI find my zenith doth depend uponA most auspicious star (page 21),26Caliban.Wouldst give meWater with berries in't (page 31),36Antonio.Here lies your brother,No better than the earth he lies upon (page 61),52Stephano.Come, swear to that: kiss the book (page 72),64Ariel.You are three men of sin (page 99),80Iris.I met her deityCutting the clouds towards Paphos (page 110),94Iris.You Nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks,Leave your crisp channels (page 112),108Prospero.We are such stuffAs dreams are made on (page 114),112Ariel.All prisoners, sir,In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell (page 123),120Prospero.You demi-puppets thatBy moonshine do the green sour ringlets make (page 125),124Prospero.Graves at my commandHave waked their sleepers (page 126),130Boatswain.And were brought moping hither (page 137),136Prospero.Calm seas, auspicious gales,And sail so expeditious (page 142),140DRAMATIS PERSONÆAlonso, King of Naples.Sebastian, his brother.Prospero, the right Duke of Milan.Antonio, his brother, the usurping Duke of Milan.Ferdinand, son to the King of Naples.Gonzalo, an honest old Counsellor.Adrian,}Lords.Francisco,Caliban, a savage and deformed Slave.Trinculo, a Jester.Stephano, a drunken Butler.Master of a Ship.Boatswain.Mariners.Miranda, daughter to Prospero.Ariel, an airy Spirit.Iris,}presented by Spirits.Ceres,Juno,Nymphs,Reapers,Other Spirits attending on Prospero.Scene—A ship at Sea: an island.ACT IAct ISCENE IOn a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.Enter aShip-Masterand aBoatswain.Mast.Boatswain!Boats.Here, master: what cheer?Mast.Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.[Exit.EnterMariners.Boats.Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!EnterAlonso,Sebastian,Antonio,Ferdinand,Gonzalo,and others.Alon.Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.Boats.I pray now, keep below.Ant.Where is the master, boatswain?Boats.Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.Gon.Nay, good, be patient.Boats.When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not.Gon.Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.Boats.None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts! Out of our way, I say.[Exit.Gon.I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his hanging: make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage. If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.[Exeunt.Re-enterBoatswain.Boats.Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring her to try with main-course. [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather or our office.Re-enterSebastian,Antonio,andGonzalo.Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er and drown? Have you a mind to sink?Seb.A plague o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog!Boats.Work you then.Ant.Hang, cur! hang, you insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.Gon.I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell.Boats.Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses; off to sea again; lay her off.Prospero: 'I have done nothing but in care of thee' (page 11).EnterMarinerswet.Mar.All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!Boats.What, must our mouths be cold?Gon.The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them,For our case is as theirs.Seb.I'm out of patience.Ant.We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:This wide-chapp'd rascal—would thou mightst lie drowningThe washing of ten tides!Gon.He'll be hang'd yet,Though every drop of water swear against itAnd gape at widest to glut him.[A confused noise within:—'Mercy on us!'— 'We split, we split!'—'Farewell my wife and children!'— 'Farewell, brother!'—'We split, we split, we split!']Ant.Let's all sink with the king.Seb.Let's take leave of him.[ExeuntAntonioandSebastian.Gon.Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, ling, heath, broom, furze, any thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.[Exeunt.SCENE IIThe island. BeforeProspero'scell.EnterProsperoandMiranda.Mir.If by your art, my dearest father, you havePut the wild waters in this roar, allay them.The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,Dashes the fire out. O, I have sufferedWith those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,Who had no doubt some noble creature in her,Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knockAgainst my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.Had I been any god of power, I wouldHave sunk the sea within the earth, or ereIt should the good ship so have swallow'd, andThe fraughting souls within her.Pros.Be collected:No more amazement: tell your piteous heartThere's no harm done.Mir.O, woe the day!Pros.No harm.I have done nothing but in care of thee,Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, whoArt ignorant of what thou art, nought knowingOf whence I am, nor that I am more betterThan Prospero, master of a full poor cell,And thy no greater father.Mir.More to knowDid never meddle with my thoughts.Pros.'Tis timeI should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,And pluck my magic garment from me. So:[Lays down his mantle.Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'dThe very virtue of compassion in thee,I have with such provision in mine artSo safely ordered that there is no soul—No, not so much perdition as an hairBetid to any creature in the vesselWhich thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;For thou must now know farther.Mir.You have oftenBegun to tell me what I am, but stopp'dAnd left me to a bootless inquisition,Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'Pros.The hour's now come;The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;Obey and be attentive. Canst thou rememberA time before we came unto this cell?I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast notOut three years old.Mir.Certainly, sir, I can.Pros.By what? by any other house or person?Of any thing the image tell me thatHath kept with thy remembrance.Mir.'Tis far off,And rather like a dream than an assuranceThat my remembrance warrants. Had I notFour or five women once that tended me?Pros.Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is itThat this lives in thy mind? What seest thou elseIn the dark backward and abysm of time?If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,How thou camest here thou mayst.Mir.But that I do not.Pros.Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,Thy father was the Duke of Milan andA prince of power.Mir.Sir, are not you my father?Pros.Thy mother was a piece of virtue, andShe said thou wast my daughter; and thy fatherWas Duke of Milan; and his only heirA princess, no worse issued.Mir.O the heavens!What foul play had we, that we came from thence?Or blessed was't we did?Pros.Both, both, my girl:By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,But blessedly holp hither.Mir.O, my heart bleedsTo think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.Pros.My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio—I pray thee, mark me—that a brother shouldBe so perfidious!—he whom next thyselfOf all the world I loved and to him putThe manage of my state; as at that timeThrough all the signories it was the first,And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputedIn dignity, and for the liberal artsWithout a parallel; those being all my study,The government I cast upon my brotherAnd to my state grew stranger, being transportedAnd rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle—Dost thou attend me?Mir.Sir, most heedfully.Pros.Being once perfected how to grant suits,How to deny them, who to advance and whoTo trash for over-topping, new createdThe creatures that were mine, I say, or changed'em,Or else new form'd 'em; having both the keyOf officer and office, set all hearts i' the stateTo what tune pleased his ear; that now he wasThe ivy which had hid my princely trunk,And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not.Mir.O, good sir, I do.Pros.I pray thee, mark me.I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicatedTo closeness and the bettering of my mindWith that which, but by being so retired,O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brotherAwaked an evil nature; and my trust,Like a good parent, did beget of himA falsehood in its contrary as greatAs my trust was; which had indeed no limit,A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,Not only with what my revenue yielded,But what my power might else exact, like oneWho having unto truth, by telling of it,Made such a sinner of his memoryTo credit his own lie, he did believeHe was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution,And executing the outward face of royalty,With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing—Dost thou hear?Mir.Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.Pros.To have no screen between this part he play'dAnd him he play'd it for, he needs will beAbsolute Milan. Me, poor man, my libraryWas dukedom large enough: of temporal royaltiesHe thinks me now incapable; confederates—So dry he was for sway—wi' the King of NaplesTo give him annual tribute, do him homage,Subject his coronet to his crown and bendThe dukedom yet unbow'd—alas, poor Milan!—To most ignoble stooping.page 16Prospero:'What seest thou elseIn the dark backward abysm of time?' (page 13).Mir.O the heavens!Pros.Mark his condition and the event; then tell meIf this might be a brother.Mir.I should sinTo think but nobly of my grandmother:Good wombs have borne bad sons.Pros.Now the condition.This King of Naples, being an enemyTo me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premisesOf homage and I know not how much tribute,Should presently extirpate me and mineOut of the dukedom, and confer fair MilanWith all the honours on my brother: whereon,A treacherous army levied, one midnightFated to the purpose did Antonio openThe gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,The ministers for the purpose hurried thenceMe and thy crying self.Mir.Alack, for pity!I, not remembering how I cried out then,Will cry it o'er again: it is a hintThat wrings mine eyes to't.Pros.Hear a little furtherAnd then I'll bring thee to the present businessWhich now's upon's; without the which this storyWere most impertinent.Mir.Wherefore did they notThat hour destroy us?Pros.Well demanded, wench:My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,So dear the love my people bore me, nor setA mark so bloody on the business, butWith colours fairer painted their foul ends.In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,Bore us some leagues to sea: where they preparedA rotten carcass of a butt, not rigg'd,Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very ratsInstinctively have quit it: there they hoist us,To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sighTo the winds whose pity, sighing back again,Did us but loving wrong.Mir.Alack, what troubleWas I then to you!Pros.O, a cherubinThou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile,Infused with a fortitude from heaven,When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,Under my burthen groan'd; which rais'd in meAn undergoing stomach, to bear upAgainst what should ensue.Mir.How came we ashore?Pros.By Providence divine.Some food we had and some fresh water thatA noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,Out of his charity, who being then appointedMaster of this design, did give us, withRich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd meFrom mine own library with volumes thatI prize above my dukedom.Mir.Would I mightBut ever see that man!Pros.Now I arise:[Resumes his mantle.Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.Here in this island we arrived; and hereHave I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profitThan other princesses can, that have more timeFor vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.Mir.Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reasonFor raising this sea-storm?Pros.Know thus far forth.By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,Now my dear lady, hath mine enemiesBrought to this shore; and by my prescienceI find my zenith doth depend uponA most auspicious star, whose influenceIf now I court not but omit, my fortunesWill ever after droop. Here cease more questions:Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,And give it way: I know thou canst not choose.[Mirandasleeps.Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.Approach, my Ariel, come.EnterAriel.Ari.All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I comeTo answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,To swim, to dive into the fire, to rideOn the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding taskAriel and all his quality.Pros.Hast thou, spirit,Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?Ari.To every article.I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,And burn in many places; on the topmast,The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursorsO' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentaryAnd sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracksOf sulphurous roaring the most mighty NeptuneSeem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,Yea, his dread trident shake.Pros.My brave spirit!Who was so firm, so constant, that this coilWould not infect his reason?Ari.Not a soulBut felt a fever of the mad, and play'dSome tricks of desperation. All but marinersPlunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,With hair up-staring,—then like reeds, not hair,—Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty,And all the devils are here.'Pros.Why, that's my spirit!But was not this nigh shore?Ari.Close by, my master.Pros.But are they, Ariel, safe?Ari.Not a hair perish'd;On their sustaining garments not a blemish,But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.The king's son have I landed by himself;Whom I left cooling of the air with sighsIn an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,His arms in this sad knot.Pros.Of the king's shipThe mariners say how thou hast disposedAnd all the rest o' the fleet.Ari.Safely in harbourIs the king's ship; in the deep nook, where onceThou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dewFrom the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:The mariners all under hatches stow'd;Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleetWhich I dispersed, they all have met againAnd are upon the Mediterranean flote,Bound sadly home for Naples,Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,And his great person perish.Pros.Ariel, thy chargeExactly is perform'd: but there's more work.What is the time o' the day?Ari.Past the mid season.Pros.At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and nowMust by us both be spent most preciously.Ari.Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,Which is not yet perform'd me.Pros.How now? moody?What is't thou canst demand?Ari.My liberty.Pros.Before the time be out? no more!Ari.I prithee,Remember I have done thee worthy service;Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, servedWithout or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promiseTo bate me a full year.Pros.Dost thou forgetFrom what a torment I did free thee?Ari.No.Pros.Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the oozeOf the salt deep,To run upon the sharp wind of the north,To do me business in the veins o' the earthWhen it is baked with frost.Ari.I do not, sir.Pros.Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgotThe foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envyWas grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?Ari.No, sir.Pros.Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.Ari.Sir, in Argier.Prospero:'And by my prescienceI find my zenith doth depend uponA most auspicious star' (page 21).Pros.O, was she so? I mustOnce in a month recount what thou hast been,Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax,For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terribleTo enter human hearing, from Argier,Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she didThey would not take her life. Is not this true?Ari.Ay, sir.Pros.This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with childAnd here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant;And, for thou wast a spirit too delicateTo act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,By help of her more potent ministersAnd in her most unmitigable rage,Into a cloven pine; within which riftImprison'd thou didst painfully remainA dozen years; within which space she diedAnd left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groansAs fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island—Save for the son that she did litter here,A freckled whelp hag-born—not honour'd withA human shape.Ari.Yes, Caliban her son.Pros.Dull thing, I say so; he that CalibanWhom now I keep in service. Thou best know'stWhat torment I did find thee in; thy groansDid make wolves howl and penetrate the breastsOf ever angry bears: it was a tormentTo lay upon the damn'd, which SycoraxCould not again undo: it was mine art,When I arrived and heard thee, that made gapeThe pine and let thee out.Ari.I thank thee, master.Pros.If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oakAnd peg thee in his knotty entrails tillThou hast howl'd away twelve winters.Ari.Pardon, master;I will be correspondent to command,And do my spriting gently.Pros.Do so, and after two daysI will discharge thee.Ari.That's my noble master!What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?Pros.Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subjectTo no sight but thine and mine, invisibleTo every eyeball else. Go take this shapeAnd hither come in 't: go, hence with diligence![ExitAriel.Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;Awake!Mir.The strangeness of your story putHeaviness in me.Pros.Shake it off. Come on;We'll visit Caliban my slave, who neverYields us kind answer.Mir.'Tis a villain, sir,I do not love to look on.Pros.But, as 'tis,We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,Fetch in our wood and serves in officesThat profit us. What, ho! slave! CalibanThou earth, thou! speak.Cal.[within.] There's wood enough within.Pros.Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:Come, thou tortoise! when?Re-enterAriellike a water-nymph.Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,Hark in thine ear.Ari.My lord, it shall be done.[Exit.Pros.Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himselfUpon thy wicked dam, come forth!EnterCaliban.Cal.As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushedWith raven's feather from unwholesome fenDrop on you both! a south-west blow on yeAnd blister you all o'er!Pros.For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchinsShall, for that vast of night that they may work,All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'dAs thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stingingThan bees that made 'em.Cal.I must eat my dinner.This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give meWater with berries in't, and teach me howTo name the bigger light, and how the less,That burn by day and night: and then I loved theeAnd show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:Cursed be I that did so! All the charmsOf Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!For I am all the subjects that you have,Which first was mine own king: and here you sty meIn this hard rock, whiles you do keep from meThe rest o' the island.Pros.Thou most lying slave,Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged theeIn mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violateThe honour of my child.Cal.O ho, O ho! would't had been done!Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled elseThis isle with Calibans.Pros.Abhorred slave,Which any print of goodness wilt not take,Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hourOne thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble likeA thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposesWith words that made them known. But thy vile race,Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good naturesCould not abide to be with; therefore wast thouDeservedly confined into this rock,Who hadst deserved more than a prison.Cal.You taught me language; and my profit on'tIs, I know how to curse. The red plague rid youFor learning me your language!Pros.Hag-seed, hence!Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best,To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?If thou neglect'st or dost unwillinglyWhat I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roarThat beasts shall tremble at thy din.Cal.No, pray thee.[Aside.] I must obey: his art is of such power,It would control my dam's god, Setebos,And make a vassal of him.Pros.So, slave; hence![ExitCaliban.Re-enterAriel,invisible, playing and singing;Ferdinandfollowing.Ariel'ssong.
THE TEMPEST
page20frontispieceProspero: 'Here in this island we arrived' (page 20).
page20frontispieceProspero: 'Here in this island we arrived' (page 20).
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Prospero: 'Here in this island we arrived' (page 20).
titlepageShakespeare's Comedy ofTHE TEMPESTwith illustrations byEdmund DulacHodder & StoughtonNEW YORK AND LONDON
titlepage
Shakespeare's Comedy ofTHE TEMPESTwith illustrations byEdmund Dulac
Hodder & StoughtonNEW YORK AND LONDON
The Text is printedby permission fromthe Oxford Edition
What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time? (page 13),
And by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star (page 21),
Wouldst give me
Water with berries in't (page 31),
Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon (page 61),
You are three men of sin (page 99),
I met her deity
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos (page 110),
You Nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks,
Leave your crisp channels (page 112),
We are such stuff
As dreams are made on (page 114),
All prisoners, sir,
In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell (page 123),
You demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make (page 125),
Graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers (page 126),
And were brought moping hither (page 137),
Calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious (page 142),
Scene—A ship at Sea: an island.
Act I
On a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.
Enter aShip-Masterand aBoatswain.
Mast.Boatswain!
Boats.Here, master: what cheer?
Mast.Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.
[Exit.
EnterMariners.
Boats.Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!
EnterAlonso,Sebastian,Antonio,Ferdinand,Gonzalo,and others.
Alon.Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.
Boats.I pray now, keep below.
Ant.Where is the master, boatswain?
Boats.Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.
Gon.Nay, good, be patient.
Boats.When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not.
Gon.Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
Boats.None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts! Out of our way, I say.
[Exit.
Gon.I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his hanging: make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage. If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.
[Exeunt.
Re-enterBoatswain.
Boats.Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring her to try with main-course. [A cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather or our office.
Re-enterSebastian,Antonio,andGonzalo.
Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
Seb.A plague o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog!
Boats.Work you then.
Ant.Hang, cur! hang, you insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Gon.I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell.
Boats.Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses; off to sea again; lay her off.
Prospero: 'I have done nothing but in care of thee' (page 11).
Prospero: 'I have done nothing but in care of thee' (page 11).
Prospero: 'I have done nothing but in care of thee' (page 11).
EnterMarinerswet.
Mar.All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
Boats.What, must our mouths be cold?
Gon.The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them,For our case is as theirs.Seb.I'm out of patience.Ant.We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:This wide-chapp'd rascal—would thou mightst lie drowningThe washing of ten tides!Gon.He'll be hang'd yet,Though every drop of water swear against itAnd gape at widest to glut him.
Gon.The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them,For our case is as theirs.
Gon.The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them,
For our case is as theirs.
Seb.I'm out of patience.
Seb.I'm out of patience.
Ant.We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:This wide-chapp'd rascal—would thou mightst lie drowningThe washing of ten tides!
Ant.We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:
This wide-chapp'd rascal—would thou mightst lie drowning
The washing of ten tides!
Gon.He'll be hang'd yet,Though every drop of water swear against itAnd gape at widest to glut him.
Gon.He'll be hang'd yet,
Though every drop of water swear against it
And gape at widest to glut him.
[A confused noise within:—'Mercy on us!'— 'We split, we split!'—'Farewell my wife and children!'— 'Farewell, brother!'—'We split, we split, we split!']
Ant.Let's all sink with the king.
Seb.Let's take leave of him.
[ExeuntAntonioandSebastian.
Gon.Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, ling, heath, broom, furze, any thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.
[Exeunt.
The island. BeforeProspero'scell.
EnterProsperoandMiranda.
Mir.If by your art, my dearest father, you havePut the wild waters in this roar, allay them.The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,Dashes the fire out. O, I have sufferedWith those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,Who had no doubt some noble creature in her,Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knockAgainst my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.Had I been any god of power, I wouldHave sunk the sea within the earth, or ereIt should the good ship so have swallow'd, andThe fraughting souls within her.Pros.Be collected:No more amazement: tell your piteous heartThere's no harm done.Mir.O, woe the day!Pros.No harm.I have done nothing but in care of thee,Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, whoArt ignorant of what thou art, nought knowingOf whence I am, nor that I am more betterThan Prospero, master of a full poor cell,And thy no greater father.Mir.More to knowDid never meddle with my thoughts.Pros.'Tis timeI should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,And pluck my magic garment from me. So:[Lays down his mantle.Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'dThe very virtue of compassion in thee,I have with such provision in mine artSo safely ordered that there is no soul—No, not so much perdition as an hairBetid to any creature in the vesselWhich thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;For thou must now know farther.Mir.You have oftenBegun to tell me what I am, but stopp'dAnd left me to a bootless inquisition,Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'Pros.The hour's now come;The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;Obey and be attentive. Canst thou rememberA time before we came unto this cell?I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast notOut three years old.Mir.Certainly, sir, I can.Pros.By what? by any other house or person?Of any thing the image tell me thatHath kept with thy remembrance.Mir.'Tis far off,And rather like a dream than an assuranceThat my remembrance warrants. Had I notFour or five women once that tended me?Pros.Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is itThat this lives in thy mind? What seest thou elseIn the dark backward and abysm of time?If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,How thou camest here thou mayst.Mir.But that I do not.Pros.Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,Thy father was the Duke of Milan andA prince of power.Mir.Sir, are not you my father?Pros.Thy mother was a piece of virtue, andShe said thou wast my daughter; and thy fatherWas Duke of Milan; and his only heirA princess, no worse issued.Mir.O the heavens!What foul play had we, that we came from thence?Or blessed was't we did?Pros.Both, both, my girl:By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,But blessedly holp hither.Mir.O, my heart bleedsTo think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.Pros.My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio—I pray thee, mark me—that a brother shouldBe so perfidious!—he whom next thyselfOf all the world I loved and to him putThe manage of my state; as at that timeThrough all the signories it was the first,And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputedIn dignity, and for the liberal artsWithout a parallel; those being all my study,The government I cast upon my brotherAnd to my state grew stranger, being transportedAnd rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle—Dost thou attend me?Mir.Sir, most heedfully.Pros.Being once perfected how to grant suits,How to deny them, who to advance and whoTo trash for over-topping, new createdThe creatures that were mine, I say, or changed'em,Or else new form'd 'em; having both the keyOf officer and office, set all hearts i' the stateTo what tune pleased his ear; that now he wasThe ivy which had hid my princely trunk,And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not.Mir.O, good sir, I do.Pros.I pray thee, mark me.I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicatedTo closeness and the bettering of my mindWith that which, but by being so retired,O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brotherAwaked an evil nature; and my trust,Like a good parent, did beget of himA falsehood in its contrary as greatAs my trust was; which had indeed no limit,A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,Not only with what my revenue yielded,But what my power might else exact, like oneWho having unto truth, by telling of it,Made such a sinner of his memoryTo credit his own lie, he did believeHe was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution,And executing the outward face of royalty,With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing—Dost thou hear?Mir.Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.Pros.To have no screen between this part he play'dAnd him he play'd it for, he needs will beAbsolute Milan. Me, poor man, my libraryWas dukedom large enough: of temporal royaltiesHe thinks me now incapable; confederates—So dry he was for sway—wi' the King of NaplesTo give him annual tribute, do him homage,Subject his coronet to his crown and bendThe dukedom yet unbow'd—alas, poor Milan!—To most ignoble stooping.
Mir.If by your art, my dearest father, you havePut the wild waters in this roar, allay them.The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,Dashes the fire out. O, I have sufferedWith those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,Who had no doubt some noble creature in her,Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knockAgainst my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.Had I been any god of power, I wouldHave sunk the sea within the earth, or ereIt should the good ship so have swallow'd, andThe fraughting souls within her.
Mir.If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creature in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere
It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
The fraughting souls within her.
Pros.Be collected:No more amazement: tell your piteous heartThere's no harm done.
Pros.Be collected:
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
There's no harm done.
Mir.O, woe the day!
Mir.O, woe the day!
Pros.No harm.I have done nothing but in care of thee,Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, whoArt ignorant of what thou art, nought knowingOf whence I am, nor that I am more betterThan Prospero, master of a full poor cell,And thy no greater father.
Pros.No harm.
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father.
Mir.More to knowDid never meddle with my thoughts.
Mir.More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Pros.'Tis timeI should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,And pluck my magic garment from me. So:
Pros.'Tis time
I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magic garment from me. So:
[Lays down his mantle.
Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'dThe very virtue of compassion in thee,I have with such provision in mine artSo safely ordered that there is no soul—No, not so much perdition as an hairBetid to any creature in the vesselWhich thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;For thou must now know farther.
Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
The very virtue of compassion in thee,
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely ordered that there is no soul—
No, not so much perdition as an hair
Betid to any creature in the vessel
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;
For thou must now know farther.
Mir.You have oftenBegun to tell me what I am, but stopp'dAnd left me to a bootless inquisition,Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'
Mir.You have often
Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisition,
Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'
Pros.The hour's now come;The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;Obey and be attentive. Canst thou rememberA time before we came unto this cell?I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast notOut three years old.
Pros.The hour's now come;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
Out three years old.
Mir.Certainly, sir, I can.
Mir.Certainly, sir, I can.
Pros.By what? by any other house or person?Of any thing the image tell me thatHath kept with thy remembrance.
Pros.By what? by any other house or person?
Of any thing the image tell me that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.
Mir.'Tis far off,And rather like a dream than an assuranceThat my remembrance warrants. Had I notFour or five women once that tended me?
Mir.'Tis far off,
And rather like a dream than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
Four or five women once that tended me?
Pros.Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is itThat this lives in thy mind? What seest thou elseIn the dark backward and abysm of time?If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,How thou camest here thou mayst.
Pros.Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,
How thou camest here thou mayst.
Mir.But that I do not.
Mir.But that I do not.
Pros.Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,Thy father was the Duke of Milan andA prince of power.
Pros.Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
A prince of power.
Mir.Sir, are not you my father?
Mir.Sir, are not you my father?
Pros.Thy mother was a piece of virtue, andShe said thou wast my daughter; and thy fatherWas Duke of Milan; and his only heirA princess, no worse issued.
Pros.Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
Was Duke of Milan; and his only heir
A princess, no worse issued.
Mir.O the heavens!What foul play had we, that we came from thence?Or blessed was't we did?
Mir.O the heavens!
What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
Or blessed was't we did?
Pros.Both, both, my girl:By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,But blessedly holp hither.
Pros.Both, both, my girl:
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,
But blessedly holp hither.
Mir.O, my heart bleedsTo think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
Mir.O, my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
Pros.My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio—I pray thee, mark me—that a brother shouldBe so perfidious!—he whom next thyselfOf all the world I loved and to him putThe manage of my state; as at that timeThrough all the signories it was the first,And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputedIn dignity, and for the liberal artsWithout a parallel; those being all my study,The government I cast upon my brotherAnd to my state grew stranger, being transportedAnd rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle—Dost thou attend me?
Pros.My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio—
I pray thee, mark me—that a brother should
Be so perfidious!—he whom next thyself
Of all the world I loved and to him put
The manage of my state; as at that time
Through all the signories it was the first,
And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed
In dignity, and for the liberal arts
Without a parallel; those being all my study,
The government I cast upon my brother
And to my state grew stranger, being transported
And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle—
Dost thou attend me?
Mir.Sir, most heedfully.
Mir.Sir, most heedfully.
Pros.Being once perfected how to grant suits,How to deny them, who to advance and whoTo trash for over-topping, new createdThe creatures that were mine, I say, or changed'em,Or else new form'd 'em; having both the keyOf officer and office, set all hearts i' the stateTo what tune pleased his ear; that now he wasThe ivy which had hid my princely trunk,And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not.
Pros.Being once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them, who to advance and who
To trash for over-topping, new created
The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed'em,
Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not.
Mir.O, good sir, I do.
Mir.O, good sir, I do.
Pros.I pray thee, mark me.I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicatedTo closeness and the bettering of my mindWith that which, but by being so retired,O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brotherAwaked an evil nature; and my trust,Like a good parent, did beget of himA falsehood in its contrary as greatAs my trust was; which had indeed no limit,A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,Not only with what my revenue yielded,But what my power might else exact, like oneWho having unto truth, by telling of it,Made such a sinner of his memoryTo credit his own lie, he did believeHe was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution,And executing the outward face of royalty,With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing—Dost thou hear?
Pros.I pray thee, mark me.
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my mind
With that which, but by being so retired,
O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
Awaked an evil nature; and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had indeed no limit,
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact, like one
Who having unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory
To credit his own lie, he did believe
He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing—
Dost thou hear?
Mir.Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Mir.Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Pros.To have no screen between this part he play'dAnd him he play'd it for, he needs will beAbsolute Milan. Me, poor man, my libraryWas dukedom large enough: of temporal royaltiesHe thinks me now incapable; confederates—So dry he was for sway—wi' the King of NaplesTo give him annual tribute, do him homage,Subject his coronet to his crown and bendThe dukedom yet unbow'd—alas, poor Milan!—To most ignoble stooping.
Pros.To have no screen between this part he play'd
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library
Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable; confederates—
So dry he was for sway—wi' the King of Naples
To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
Subject his coronet to his crown and bend
The dukedom yet unbow'd—alas, poor Milan!—
To most ignoble stooping.
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Prospero:'What seest thou elseIn the dark backward abysm of time?' (page 13).
Mir.O the heavens!Pros.Mark his condition and the event; then tell meIf this might be a brother.Mir.I should sinTo think but nobly of my grandmother:Good wombs have borne bad sons.Pros.Now the condition.This King of Naples, being an enemyTo me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premisesOf homage and I know not how much tribute,Should presently extirpate me and mineOut of the dukedom, and confer fair MilanWith all the honours on my brother: whereon,A treacherous army levied, one midnightFated to the purpose did Antonio openThe gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,The ministers for the purpose hurried thenceMe and thy crying self.Mir.Alack, for pity!I, not remembering how I cried out then,Will cry it o'er again: it is a hintThat wrings mine eyes to't.Pros.Hear a little furtherAnd then I'll bring thee to the present businessWhich now's upon's; without the which this storyWere most impertinent.Mir.Wherefore did they notThat hour destroy us?Pros.Well demanded, wench:My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,So dear the love my people bore me, nor setA mark so bloody on the business, butWith colours fairer painted their foul ends.In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,Bore us some leagues to sea: where they preparedA rotten carcass of a butt, not rigg'd,Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very ratsInstinctively have quit it: there they hoist us,To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sighTo the winds whose pity, sighing back again,Did us but loving wrong.Mir.Alack, what troubleWas I then to you!Pros.O, a cherubinThou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile,Infused with a fortitude from heaven,When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,Under my burthen groan'd; which rais'd in meAn undergoing stomach, to bear upAgainst what should ensue.Mir.How came we ashore?Pros.By Providence divine.Some food we had and some fresh water thatA noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,Out of his charity, who being then appointedMaster of this design, did give us, withRich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd meFrom mine own library with volumes thatI prize above my dukedom.Mir.Would I mightBut ever see that man!Pros.Now I arise:[Resumes his mantle.Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.Here in this island we arrived; and hereHave I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profitThan other princesses can, that have more timeFor vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.Mir.Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reasonFor raising this sea-storm?Pros.Know thus far forth.By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,Now my dear lady, hath mine enemiesBrought to this shore; and by my prescienceI find my zenith doth depend uponA most auspicious star, whose influenceIf now I court not but omit, my fortunesWill ever after droop. Here cease more questions:Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,And give it way: I know thou canst not choose.[Mirandasleeps.Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.Approach, my Ariel, come.
Mir.O the heavens!
Mir.O the heavens!
Pros.Mark his condition and the event; then tell meIf this might be a brother.
Pros.Mark his condition and the event; then tell me
If this might be a brother.
Mir.I should sinTo think but nobly of my grandmother:Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Mir.I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Pros.Now the condition.This King of Naples, being an enemyTo me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premisesOf homage and I know not how much tribute,Should presently extirpate me and mineOut of the dukedom, and confer fair MilanWith all the honours on my brother: whereon,A treacherous army levied, one midnightFated to the purpose did Antonio openThe gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,The ministers for the purpose hurried thenceMe and thy crying self.
Pros.Now the condition.
This King of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises
Of homage and I know not how much tribute,
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan
With all the honours on my brother: whereon,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose did Antonio open
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me and thy crying self.
Mir.Alack, for pity!I, not remembering how I cried out then,Will cry it o'er again: it is a hintThat wrings mine eyes to't.
Mir.Alack, for pity!
I, not remembering how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint
That wrings mine eyes to't.
Pros.Hear a little furtherAnd then I'll bring thee to the present businessWhich now's upon's; without the which this storyWere most impertinent.
Pros.Hear a little further
And then I'll bring thee to the present business
Which now's upon's; without the which this story
Were most impertinent.
Mir.Wherefore did they notThat hour destroy us?
Mir.Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?
Pros.Well demanded, wench:My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,So dear the love my people bore me, nor setA mark so bloody on the business, butWith colours fairer painted their foul ends.In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,Bore us some leagues to sea: where they preparedA rotten carcass of a butt, not rigg'd,Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very ratsInstinctively have quit it: there they hoist us,To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sighTo the winds whose pity, sighing back again,Did us but loving wrong.
Pros.Well demanded, wench:
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
A mark so bloody on the business, but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea: where they prepared
A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh
To the winds whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.
Mir.Alack, what troubleWas I then to you!
Mir.Alack, what trouble
Was I then to you!
Pros.O, a cherubinThou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile,Infused with a fortitude from heaven,When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,Under my burthen groan'd; which rais'd in meAn undergoing stomach, to bear upAgainst what should ensue.
Pros.O, a cherubin
Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
Under my burthen groan'd; which rais'd in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.
Mir.How came we ashore?
Mir.How came we ashore?
Pros.By Providence divine.Some food we had and some fresh water thatA noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,Out of his charity, who being then appointedMaster of this design, did give us, withRich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd meFrom mine own library with volumes thatI prize above my dukedom.
Pros.By Providence divine.
Some food we had and some fresh water that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Out of his charity, who being then appointed
Master of this design, did give us, with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
Mir.Would I mightBut ever see that man!
Mir.Would I might
But ever see that man!
Pros.Now I arise:
Pros.Now I arise:
[Resumes his mantle.
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.Here in this island we arrived; and hereHave I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profitThan other princesses can, that have more timeFor vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Here in this island we arrived; and here
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
Than other princesses can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
Mir.Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reasonFor raising this sea-storm?
Mir.Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,
For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
For raising this sea-storm?
Pros.Know thus far forth.By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,Now my dear lady, hath mine enemiesBrought to this shore; and by my prescienceI find my zenith doth depend uponA most auspicious star, whose influenceIf now I court not but omit, my fortunesWill ever after droop. Here cease more questions:Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,And give it way: I know thou canst not choose.
Pros.Know thus far forth.
By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore; and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star, whose influence
If now I court not but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions:
Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way: I know thou canst not choose.
[Mirandasleeps.
Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.Approach, my Ariel, come.
Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.
Approach, my Ariel, come.
EnterAriel.
Ari.All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I comeTo answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,To swim, to dive into the fire, to rideOn the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding taskAriel and all his quality.Pros.Hast thou, spirit,Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?Ari.To every article.I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,And burn in many places; on the topmast,The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursorsO' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentaryAnd sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracksOf sulphurous roaring the most mighty NeptuneSeem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,Yea, his dread trident shake.Pros.My brave spirit!Who was so firm, so constant, that this coilWould not infect his reason?Ari.Not a soulBut felt a fever of the mad, and play'dSome tricks of desperation. All but marinersPlunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,With hair up-staring,—then like reeds, not hair,—Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty,And all the devils are here.'Pros.Why, that's my spirit!But was not this nigh shore?Ari.Close by, my master.Pros.But are they, Ariel, safe?Ari.Not a hair perish'd;On their sustaining garments not a blemish,But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.The king's son have I landed by himself;Whom I left cooling of the air with sighsIn an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,His arms in this sad knot.Pros.Of the king's shipThe mariners say how thou hast disposedAnd all the rest o' the fleet.Ari.Safely in harbourIs the king's ship; in the deep nook, where onceThou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dewFrom the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:The mariners all under hatches stow'd;Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleetWhich I dispersed, they all have met againAnd are upon the Mediterranean flote,Bound sadly home for Naples,Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,And his great person perish.Pros.Ariel, thy chargeExactly is perform'd: but there's more work.What is the time o' the day?Ari.Past the mid season.Pros.At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and nowMust by us both be spent most preciously.Ari.Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,Which is not yet perform'd me.Pros.How now? moody?What is't thou canst demand?Ari.My liberty.Pros.Before the time be out? no more!Ari.I prithee,Remember I have done thee worthy service;Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, servedWithout or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promiseTo bate me a full year.Pros.Dost thou forgetFrom what a torment I did free thee?Ari.No.Pros.Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the oozeOf the salt deep,To run upon the sharp wind of the north,To do me business in the veins o' the earthWhen it is baked with frost.Ari.I do not, sir.Pros.Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgotThe foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envyWas grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?Ari.No, sir.Pros.Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.Ari.Sir, in Argier.
Ari.All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I comeTo answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,To swim, to dive into the fire, to rideOn the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding taskAriel and all his quality.
Ari.All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task
Ariel and all his quality.
Pros.Hast thou, spirit,Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
Pros.Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
Ari.To every article.I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,And burn in many places; on the topmast,The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursorsO' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentaryAnd sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracksOf sulphurous roaring the most mighty NeptuneSeem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,Yea, his dread trident shake.
Ari.To every article.
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,
And burn in many places; on the topmast,
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors
O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.
Pros.My brave spirit!Who was so firm, so constant, that this coilWould not infect his reason?
Pros.My brave spirit!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason?
Ari.Not a soulBut felt a fever of the mad, and play'dSome tricks of desperation. All but marinersPlunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,With hair up-staring,—then like reeds, not hair,—Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty,And all the devils are here.'
Ari.Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring,—then like reeds, not hair,—
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.'
Pros.Why, that's my spirit!But was not this nigh shore?
Pros.Why, that's my spirit!
But was not this nigh shore?
Ari.Close by, my master.
Ari.Close by, my master.
Pros.But are they, Ariel, safe?
Pros.But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari.Not a hair perish'd;On their sustaining garments not a blemish,But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.The king's son have I landed by himself;Whom I left cooling of the air with sighsIn an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,His arms in this sad knot.
Ari.Not a hair perish'd;
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,
In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot.
Pros.Of the king's shipThe mariners say how thou hast disposedAnd all the rest o' the fleet.
Pros.Of the king's ship
The mariners say how thou hast disposed
And all the rest o' the fleet.
Ari.Safely in harbourIs the king's ship; in the deep nook, where onceThou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dewFrom the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:The mariners all under hatches stow'd;Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleetWhich I dispersed, they all have met againAnd are upon the Mediterranean flote,Bound sadly home for Naples,Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,And his great person perish.
Ari.Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet
Which I dispersed, they all have met again
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples,
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great person perish.
Pros.Ariel, thy chargeExactly is perform'd: but there's more work.What is the time o' the day?
Pros.Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work.
What is the time o' the day?
Ari.Past the mid season.
Ari.Past the mid season.
Pros.At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and nowMust by us both be spent most preciously.
Pros.At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now
Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Ari.Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,Which is not yet perform'd me.
Ari.Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
Which is not yet perform'd me.
Pros.How now? moody?What is't thou canst demand?
Pros.How now? moody?
What is't thou canst demand?
Ari.My liberty.
Ari.My liberty.
Pros.Before the time be out? no more!
Pros.Before the time be out? no more!
Ari.I prithee,Remember I have done thee worthy service;Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, servedWithout or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promiseTo bate me a full year.
Ari.I prithee,
Remember I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
To bate me a full year.
Pros.Dost thou forgetFrom what a torment I did free thee?
Pros.Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
Ari.No.
Ari.No.
Pros.Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the oozeOf the salt deep,To run upon the sharp wind of the north,To do me business in the veins o' the earthWhen it is baked with frost.
Pros.Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze
Of the salt deep,
To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
To do me business in the veins o' the earth
When it is baked with frost.
Ari.I do not, sir.
Ari.I do not, sir.
Pros.Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgotThe foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envyWas grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
Pros.Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
Ari.No, sir.
Ari.No, sir.
Pros.Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.
Pros.Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.
Ari.Sir, in Argier.
Ari.Sir, in Argier.
Prospero:'And by my prescienceI find my zenith doth depend uponA most auspicious star' (page 21).
Prospero:'And by my prescienceI find my zenith doth depend uponA most auspicious star' (page 21).
Prospero:'And by my prescienceI find my zenith doth depend uponA most auspicious star' (page 21).
Pros.O, was she so? I mustOnce in a month recount what thou hast been,Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax,For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terribleTo enter human hearing, from Argier,Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she didThey would not take her life. Is not this true?Ari.Ay, sir.Pros.This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with childAnd here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant;And, for thou wast a spirit too delicateTo act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,By help of her more potent ministersAnd in her most unmitigable rage,Into a cloven pine; within which riftImprison'd thou didst painfully remainA dozen years; within which space she diedAnd left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groansAs fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island—Save for the son that she did litter here,A freckled whelp hag-born—not honour'd withA human shape.Ari.Yes, Caliban her son.Pros.Dull thing, I say so; he that CalibanWhom now I keep in service. Thou best know'stWhat torment I did find thee in; thy groansDid make wolves howl and penetrate the breastsOf ever angry bears: it was a tormentTo lay upon the damn'd, which SycoraxCould not again undo: it was mine art,When I arrived and heard thee, that made gapeThe pine and let thee out.Ari.I thank thee, master.Pros.If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oakAnd peg thee in his knotty entrails tillThou hast howl'd away twelve winters.Ari.Pardon, master;I will be correspondent to command,And do my spriting gently.Pros.Do so, and after two daysI will discharge thee.Ari.That's my noble master!What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?Pros.Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subjectTo no sight but thine and mine, invisibleTo every eyeball else. Go take this shapeAnd hither come in 't: go, hence with diligence![ExitAriel.Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;Awake!Mir.The strangeness of your story putHeaviness in me.Pros.Shake it off. Come on;We'll visit Caliban my slave, who neverYields us kind answer.Mir.'Tis a villain, sir,I do not love to look on.Pros.But, as 'tis,We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,Fetch in our wood and serves in officesThat profit us. What, ho! slave! CalibanThou earth, thou! speak.Cal.[within.] There's wood enough within.Pros.Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:Come, thou tortoise! when?
Pros.O, was she so? I mustOnce in a month recount what thou hast been,Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax,For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terribleTo enter human hearing, from Argier,Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she didThey would not take her life. Is not this true?
Pros.O, was she so? I must
Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did
They would not take her life. Is not this true?
Ari.Ay, sir.
Ari.Ay, sir.
Pros.This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with childAnd here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant;And, for thou wast a spirit too delicateTo act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,By help of her more potent ministersAnd in her most unmitigable rage,Into a cloven pine; within which riftImprison'd thou didst painfully remainA dozen years; within which space she diedAnd left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groansAs fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island—Save for the son that she did litter here,A freckled whelp hag-born—not honour'd withA human shape.
Pros.This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child
And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant;
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd thou didst painfully remain
A dozen years; within which space she died
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans
As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island—
Save for the son that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp hag-born—not honour'd with
A human shape.
Ari.Yes, Caliban her son.
Ari.Yes, Caliban her son.
Pros.Dull thing, I say so; he that CalibanWhom now I keep in service. Thou best know'stWhat torment I did find thee in; thy groansDid make wolves howl and penetrate the breastsOf ever angry bears: it was a tormentTo lay upon the damn'd, which SycoraxCould not again undo: it was mine art,When I arrived and heard thee, that made gapeThe pine and let thee out.
Pros.Dull thing, I say so; he that Caliban
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
What torment I did find thee in; thy groans
Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts
Of ever angry bears: it was a torment
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo: it was mine art,
When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape
The pine and let thee out.
Ari.I thank thee, master.
Ari.I thank thee, master.
Pros.If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oakAnd peg thee in his knotty entrails tillThou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
Pros.If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak
And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
Ari.Pardon, master;I will be correspondent to command,And do my spriting gently.
Ari.Pardon, master;
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spriting gently.
Pros.Do so, and after two daysI will discharge thee.
Pros.Do so, and after two days
I will discharge thee.
Ari.That's my noble master!What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?
Ari.That's my noble master!
What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?
Pros.Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subjectTo no sight but thine and mine, invisibleTo every eyeball else. Go take this shapeAnd hither come in 't: go, hence with diligence!
Pros.Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject
To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
To every eyeball else. Go take this shape
And hither come in 't: go, hence with diligence!
[ExitAriel.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;Awake!
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
Awake!
Mir.The strangeness of your story putHeaviness in me.
Mir.The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.
Pros.Shake it off. Come on;We'll visit Caliban my slave, who neverYields us kind answer.
Pros.Shake it off. Come on;
We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.
Mir.'Tis a villain, sir,I do not love to look on.
Mir.'Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on.
Pros.But, as 'tis,We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,Fetch in our wood and serves in officesThat profit us. What, ho! slave! CalibanThou earth, thou! speak.
Pros.But, as 'tis,
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood and serves in offices
That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban
Thou earth, thou! speak.
Cal.[within.] There's wood enough within.
Cal.[within.] There's wood enough within.
Pros.Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:Come, thou tortoise! when?
Pros.Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:
Come, thou tortoise! when?
Re-enterAriellike a water-nymph.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,Hark in thine ear.Ari.My lord, it shall be done.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,Hark in thine ear.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.
Ari.My lord, it shall be done.
Ari.My lord, it shall be done.
[Exit.
Pros.Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himselfUpon thy wicked dam, come forth!
Pros.Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himselfUpon thy wicked dam, come forth!
Pros.Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
EnterCaliban.
Cal.As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushedWith raven's feather from unwholesome fenDrop on you both! a south-west blow on yeAnd blister you all o'er!Pros.For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchinsShall, for that vast of night that they may work,All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'dAs thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stingingThan bees that made 'em.Cal.I must eat my dinner.This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give meWater with berries in't, and teach me howTo name the bigger light, and how the less,That burn by day and night: and then I loved theeAnd show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:Cursed be I that did so! All the charmsOf Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!For I am all the subjects that you have,Which first was mine own king: and here you sty meIn this hard rock, whiles you do keep from meThe rest o' the island.Pros.Thou most lying slave,Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged theeIn mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violateThe honour of my child.Cal.O ho, O ho! would't had been done!Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled elseThis isle with Calibans.Pros.Abhorred slave,Which any print of goodness wilt not take,Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hourOne thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble likeA thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposesWith words that made them known. But thy vile race,Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good naturesCould not abide to be with; therefore wast thouDeservedly confined into this rock,Who hadst deserved more than a prison.Cal.You taught me language; and my profit on'tIs, I know how to curse. The red plague rid youFor learning me your language!Pros.Hag-seed, hence!Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best,To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?If thou neglect'st or dost unwillinglyWhat I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roarThat beasts shall tremble at thy din.Cal.No, pray thee.[Aside.] I must obey: his art is of such power,It would control my dam's god, Setebos,And make a vassal of him.Pros.So, slave; hence!
Cal.As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushedWith raven's feather from unwholesome fenDrop on you both! a south-west blow on yeAnd blister you all o'er!
Cal.As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed
With raven's feather from unwholesome fen
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye
And blister you all o'er!
Pros.For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchinsShall, for that vast of night that they may work,All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'dAs thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stingingThan bees that made 'em.
Pros.For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made 'em.
Cal.I must eat my dinner.This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give meWater with berries in't, and teach me howTo name the bigger light, and how the less,That burn by day and night: and then I loved theeAnd show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:Cursed be I that did so! All the charmsOf Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!For I am all the subjects that you have,Which first was mine own king: and here you sty meIn this hard rock, whiles you do keep from meThe rest o' the island.
Cal.I must eat my dinner.
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,
Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me
Water with berries in't, and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee
And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:
Cursed be I that did so! All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest o' the island.
Pros.Thou most lying slave,Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged theeIn mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violateThe honour of my child.
Pros.Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.
Cal.O ho, O ho! would't had been done!Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled elseThis isle with Calibans.
Cal.O ho, O ho! would't had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.
Pros.Abhorred slave,Which any print of goodness wilt not take,Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hourOne thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble likeA thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposesWith words that made them known. But thy vile race,Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good naturesCould not abide to be with; therefore wast thouDeservedly confined into this rock,Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
Pros.Abhorred slave,
Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confined into this rock,
Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
Cal.You taught me language; and my profit on'tIs, I know how to curse. The red plague rid youFor learning me your language!
Cal.You taught me language; and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
For learning me your language!
Pros.Hag-seed, hence!Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best,To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?If thou neglect'st or dost unwillinglyWhat I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roarThat beasts shall tremble at thy din.
Pros.Hag-seed, hence!
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best,
To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
Cal.No, pray thee.[Aside.] I must obey: his art is of such power,It would control my dam's god, Setebos,And make a vassal of him.
Cal.No, pray thee.
[Aside.] I must obey: his art is of such power,
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.
Pros.So, slave; hence!
Pros.So, slave; hence!
[ExitCaliban.
Re-enterAriel,invisible, playing and singing;Ferdinandfollowing.
Ariel'ssong.