Cal.Prithee, my king, be quiet. See’st thou here,215This 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.Ste.Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody220thoughts.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.IV. 1. 225O King Stephano!Ste.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 mean230To 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.Ste.Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not this235my 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.Ste.I thank thee for that jest; here’s a garment for’t:240wit 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.245Cal.I will have none on’t: we shall lose our time,And all be turn’d to barnacles, orto apesWith foreheads villanous low.Ste.Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this away where my hogshead of wine is, or I’ll turn you outIV. 1. 250of my kingdom: go to, carry this.Trin.And this.Ste.Ay, and this.A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of dogs and hounds, and hunt them about,ProsperoandArielsetting them on.Pros.Hey, Mountain, hey!Ari.Silver! there it goes, Silver!255Pros.Fury, fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!Cal., Ste., and Trin. are driven out.Go charge my goblins thattheygrind their jointsWith dry convulsions; shorten up their sinewsWith aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make themThen pard or cat o’ mountain.Ari.Hark, they roar!260Pros.Let them be hunted soundly. At this hourLieat 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.ACT V.V. 1Scene I.Before the cell of Prospero.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.5I did say so,When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,How fares the king and’s followers?Ari.ConfinedtogetherIn the same fashion as you gave in charge,Just as you left them;allprisoners, sir,10In theline-grovewhich weather-fends your cell;They cannot budge tillyourrelease. The king,His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted,And the remainder mourning over them,Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly15Him that you term’d,sir, “The good old lord, Gonzalo;”His tearsrundown his beard, likewinter’sdropsFrom 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.20And 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 assharply,Passionas they, be kindlier moved than thou art?V. 1. 25Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,Yet with my nobler reason’gainstmy furyDo I take part: the rarer action isIn virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,The sole drift of my purpose doth extend30Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel:My charms I’ll break, their senses I’ll restore,And they shall be themselves.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 foot35Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly himWhen he comes back; you demi-puppets thatBy moonshine do thegreen sourringlets make,Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastimeIs to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice40To 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 thunder45Have I given fire, and rifted Jove’s stout oakWith his own bolt; thestrong-basedpromontoryHave I made shake, and by the spurs pluck’d upThe pine and cedar: graves at my commandHave waked their sleepers, oped, and let ’em forthV. 1. 50By 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,55Bury 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,andthe best comforterTo an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,60Now useless,boil’dwithin thy skull! There stand,For you are spell-stopp’d.HolyGonzalo, honourable man,Mine eyes, even sociable to theshowof thine,Fallfellowlydrops. The charm dissolves apace;65And as the morning steals upon the night,Melting the darkness, so their rising sensesBegin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantleTheir clearer reason.Ogood Gonzalo,My true preserver, and a loyalsir70To him thou follow’st! I will pay thy gracesHome both in word and deed. Most cruellyDidstthou, 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,V. 1. 75You, brother mine, thatentertain’dambition,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 understanding80Begins to swell; and the approaching tideWill shortly fill the reasonable shore,That nowliesfoul and muddy. Not one of themThat yet looks on me,orwould know me: Ariel,Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:85I 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, theresuckI:In a cowslip’s bell I lie;90There Icouchwhen owls do cry.On the bat’s back I do flyAftersummermerrily.Merrily, merrily shall I live nowUnder the blossom that hangs on the bough.95Pros.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 boatswainV. 1. 100Being 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 amazement105Inhabits 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;110And to thee and thy company I bidA hearty welcome.Alon.Whether thou be’sthe or no,Or some enchantedtrifleto abuse me,As late I have been, I not know: thy pulseBeats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,115The 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 memywrongs.—But how should ProsperoBe living and be here?Pros.120First, 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 willnotlet youV. 1. 125Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all![Aside to Seb. and Ant.] 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 timeI will tell no tales.Seb.[Aside]The devil speaks in him.Pros.No.130For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brotherWould even infect my mouth, I do forgiveThy rankestfault,—all of them; and requireMy dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,Thou must restore.Alon.If thou be’st Prospero,135Give us particulars of thy preservation;How thou hast met us here,whothree 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.140Alon.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!145Pros.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 lostmydaughter.Alon.A daughter?O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,V. 1. 150The king and queen there! that they were, I wishMyself were mudded in that oozy bedWhere my son lies. When did you loseyoudaughter?Pros.In this last tempest. I perceive, these lordsAt this encounter do so much admire,155That they devour their reason, and scarce thinkTheireyesdo offices of truth,theirwordsAre natural breath: but, howsoe’er you haveBeen justled from your senses, know for certainThat I am Prospero, and that very duke160Which 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, nor165Befitting 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;170At least bring forth a wonder, to content yeAs much as me my dukedom.Here Prospero discoversFerdinandandMirandaplaying at chess.Mir.Sweet lord, you play me false.Fer.No, mydear’stlove,I would not for the world.Mir.Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,And I would call it fair play.Alon.V. 1. 175If 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 blessings180Of 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.185Alon.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:190I chose her when I could not ask my fatherFor hisadvice, 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 have195Received 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 ourremembrances withA heaviness that’s gone.Gon.V. 1. 200I 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!205Gon.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,210And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wifeWhere he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedomIn a poor isle, and all of us ourselvesWhenno man was his own.Alon.[to Fer. and Mir.]Give me your hands:Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heartThat doth not wish you joy!Gon.215Be it so! Amen!Re-enterAriel, with theMasterandBoatswainamazedly following.O, look,sir, look, sir! hereismore 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?220Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?Boats.The best news is, that we havesafelyfoundOur king and company; the next, our ship—Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split—Is tight and yare and bravely rigg’d, as whenWe first put out to sea.V. 1. 225Ari.[Aside to Pros.]Sir, all this serviceHave I done since I went.Pros.[Aside to Ari.]My tricksy spirit!Alon.These are not natural events; they strengthenFrom strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?Boats.If I did think, sir, I were well awake,230I’ld strive to tell you. We were dead ofsleep,And—how we know not—all clapp’d under hatches;Where, but even now, with strange and several noisesOf roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,Andmorediversity of sounds, all horrible,235We were awaked; straightway, at liberty;Where we, in allhertrim, freshly beheldOur royal, good, and gallant ship; our masterCapering to eye her:—on a trice, so please you,Even in a dream, were we divided from them,And were brought moping hither.240Ari.[Aside to Pros.]Was’t well done?Pros.[Aside to Ari.] Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free.Alon.This is as strange a maze as e’er men trod;And there is in this business more than natureWas ever conduct of: some oracleMust rectify our knowledge.Pros.245Sir, my liege,Do not infest your mind with beating onThe strangeness of this business; at pick’dleisureWhich shall be shortly, singleI’ll resolve you,Which to you shall seem probable, of everyV. 1. 250These happen’d accidents; till when, be cheerful,And think of each thing well. [Aside to Ari.] Come hither, spirit:Set Caliban and his companions free;Untie the spell.[Exit Ariel.]How fares my gracious sir?There are yet missing of your company255Some few odd lads that you remember not.Re-enterAriel, driving inCaliban, Stephano, andTrinculo, in their stolen apparel.Ste.Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune.—Coragio, bully-monster, coragio!Trin.If these be true spies which I wear in my head,260here’s a goodly sight.Cal.O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!How fine my master is! I am afraidHe will chastise me.Seb.Ha, ha!What things are these, my lord Antonio?Will money buy ’em?Ant.265Very like; one of themIs a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.Pros.Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,Then say if they be true. Thismis-shapenknave,His mother was a witch; and one so strong270That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,And deal in hercommand, without her power.These three have robb’d me; and this demi-devil—For he’s a bastard one—had plotted with themTo take my life. Two of these fellows youV. 1. 275Must know and own; this thing of darkness IAcknowledge mine.Cal.I shall be pinch’d to death.Alon.Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?Seb.He is drunk now: where had he wine?Alon.And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they280Find this grandliquorthat hath gilded ’em?—How camest thou in this pickle?Trin.I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.285Seb.Why, how now, Stephano!Ste.O, touch me not;—I am not Stephano, but a cramp.Pros.You’ld be king o’ the isle, sirrah?Ste.I should have been a sore one, then.Alon.This is a strangethingas e’er Ilook’d on.Pointing to Caliban.290Pros.He is as disproportion’d in his mannersAs in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;Take with you your companions; as you lookTo have my pardon, trim it handsomely.Cal.Ay, that I will; and I’ll be wise hereafter,295And seek for grace. What a thrice-double assWas I, to take this drunkard for a god,And worship this dull fool!Pros.Go to; away!Alon.Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.Seb.Or stole it, rather.Exeunt Cal., Ste., and Trin.V. 1. 300Pros.Sir, I invite your Highness and your trainTo my poor cell, where you shall take your restFor this one night; which, part of it, I’ll wasteWith such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make itGo quick away: the story of my life,305And the particular accidents gone bySince I came to this isle: and in the mornI’ll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,Where I have hope to see thenuptialOf these our dear-beloved solemnized;310And thence retire me to my Milan, whereEvery third thought shall be my grave.Alon.I longTo hear the story of your life, which mustTake the ear strangely.Pros.I’ll deliver all;And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,And sail so expeditious, that shall catch315Your royal fleet far off. [Aside to Ari.] My Ariel, chick,That is thy charge: then to the elementsBe free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.Exeunt.EPILOGUE.SPOKEN BY PROSPERO.Nowmy charms are all o’erthrown,And what strength I have’s mine own,Which is most faint:now, ’tis true,I must be here confined by you,5Or sent to Naples. Let me not,Since I have my dukedom got,And pardon’d the deceiver, dwellIn this bare island by your spell;But release me from my bands10With the help of your good hands:Gentle breath of yours my sailsMust fill, or else my project fails,Which was to please.NowI wantSpirits to enforce, art to enchant;15And my ending is despair,Unless I be relieved by prayer,Which pierces so, that it assaultsMercy itself, and frees all faults.As you from crimes would pardon’d be,20Let your indulgence set me free.
Cal.Prithee, my king, be quiet. See’st thou here,215This 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,
215This 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.
Ste.Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody220thoughts.
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.IV. 1. 225O King Stephano!
Ste.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 mean230To 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.
Cal.The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean
230To 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.
Ste.Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not this235my 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.
Ste.I thank thee for that jest; here’s a garment for’t:240wit 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.
245Cal.I will have none on’t: we shall lose our time,And all be turn’d to barnacles, orto apesWith foreheads villanous low.
245Cal.I will have none on’t: we shall lose our time,
And all be turn’d to barnacles, orto apes
With foreheads villanous low.
Ste.Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this away where my hogshead of wine is, or I’ll turn you outIV. 1. 250of my kingdom: go to, carry this.
Trin.And this.
Ste.Ay, and this.
Pros.Hey, Mountain, hey!
Ari.Silver! there it goes, Silver!
255Pros.Fury, fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!Cal., Ste., and Trin. are driven out.Go charge my goblins thattheygrind their jointsWith dry convulsions; shorten up their sinewsWith aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make themThen pard or cat o’ mountain.
255Pros.Fury, fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!
Cal., Ste., and Trin. are driven out.
Go charge my goblins thattheygrind their joints
With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews
With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make them
Then pard or cat o’ mountain.
Ari.
Hark, they roar!
260Pros.Let them be hunted soundly. At this hourLieat 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.
260Pros.Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
Lieat 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.
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.5I did say so,When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,How fares the king and’s followers?
Pros.
5I did say so,
When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,
How fares the king and’s followers?
Ari.ConfinedtogetherIn the same fashion as you gave in charge,Just as you left them;allprisoners, sir,10In theline-grovewhich weather-fends your cell;They cannot budge tillyourrelease. The king,His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted,And the remainder mourning over them,Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly15Him that you term’d,sir, “The good old lord, Gonzalo;”His tearsrundown his beard, likewinter’sdropsFrom eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works ’em,That if you now beheld them, your affectionsWould become tender.
Ari.
Confinedtogether
In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
Just as you left them;allprisoners, sir,
10In theline-grovewhich weather-fends your cell;
They cannot budge tillyourrelease. The king,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted,
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly
15Him that you term’d,sir, “The good old lord, Gonzalo;”
His tearsrundown his beard, likewinter’sdrops
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.20And 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 assharply,Passionas they, be kindlier moved than thou art?V. 1. 25Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,Yet with my nobler reason’gainstmy furyDo I take part: the rarer action isIn virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,The sole drift of my purpose doth extend30Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel:My charms I’ll break, their senses I’ll restore,And they shall be themselves.
Pros.
20And 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 assharply,
Passionas they, be kindlier moved than thou art?
V. 1. 25Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,
Yet with my nobler reason’gainstmy 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
30Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel:
My charms I’ll break, their senses I’ll restore,
And they shall be themselves.
Ari.I’ll fetch them, sir.Exit.
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 foot35Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly himWhen he comes back; you demi-puppets thatBy moonshine do thegreen sourringlets make,Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastimeIs to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice40To 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 thunder45Have I given fire, and rifted Jove’s stout oakWith his own bolt; thestrong-basedpromontoryHave I made shake, and by the spurs pluck’d upThe pine and cedar: graves at my commandHave waked their sleepers, oped, and let ’em forthV. 1. 50By 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,55Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,And deeper than did ever plummet soundI’ll drown my book.Solemn music.
Pros.Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
35Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him
When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
By moonshine do thegreen sourringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
40To 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
45Have I given fire, and rifted Jove’s stout oak
With his own bolt; thestrong-basedpromontory
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
V. 1. 50By 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,
55Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I’ll drown my book.Solemn music.
A solemn air,andthe best comforterTo an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,60Now useless,boil’dwithin thy skull! There stand,For you are spell-stopp’d.HolyGonzalo, honourable man,Mine eyes, even sociable to theshowof thine,Fallfellowlydrops. The charm dissolves apace;65And as the morning steals upon the night,Melting the darkness, so their rising sensesBegin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantleTheir clearer reason.Ogood Gonzalo,My true preserver, and a loyalsir70To him thou follow’st! I will pay thy gracesHome both in word and deed. Most cruellyDidstthou, 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,V. 1. 75You, brother mine, thatentertain’dambition,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 understanding80Begins to swell; and the approaching tideWill shortly fill the reasonable shore,That nowliesfoul and muddy. Not one of themThat yet looks on me,orwould know me: Ariel,Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:85I will discase me, and myself presentAs I was sometime Milan: quickly, spirit;Thou shalt ere long be free.
A solemn air,andthe best comforter
To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
60Now useless,boil’dwithin thy skull! There stand,
For you are spell-stopp’d.
HolyGonzalo, honourable man,
Mine eyes, even sociable to theshowof thine,
Fallfellowlydrops. The charm dissolves apace;
65And 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.Ogood Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyalsir
70To him thou follow’st! I will pay thy graces
Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly
Didstthou, 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,
V. 1. 75You, brother mine, thatentertain’dambition,
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
80Begins to swell; and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shore,
That nowliesfoul and muddy. Not one of them
That yet looks on me,orwould know me: Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:
85I will discase me, and myself present
As I was sometime Milan: quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.
Where the bee sucks, theresuckI:In a cowslip’s bell I lie;90There Icouchwhen owls do cry.On the bat’s back I do flyAftersummermerrily.Merrily, merrily shall I live nowUnder the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Where the bee sucks, theresuckI:
In a cowslip’s bell I lie;
90There Icouchwhen owls do cry.
On the bat’s back I do fly
Aftersummermerrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
95Pros.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 boatswainV. 1. 100Being awake, enforce them to this place,And presently, I prithee.
95Pros.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
V. 1. 100Being 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.
Ari.I drink the air before me, and return
Or ere your pulse twice beat.Exit.
Gon.All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement105Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide usOut of this fearful country!
Gon.All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement
105Inhabits 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;110And 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;
110And to thee and thy company I bid
A hearty welcome.
Alon.Whether thou be’sthe or no,Or some enchantedtrifleto abuse me,As late I have been, I not know: thy pulseBeats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,115The 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 memywrongs.—But how should ProsperoBe living and be here?
Alon.
Whether thou be’sthe or no,
Or some enchantedtrifleto abuse me,
As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse
Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,
115The 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 memywrongs.—But how should Prospero
Be living and be here?
Pros.120First, noble friend,Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannotBe measured or confined.
Pros.
120First, 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 willnotlet youV. 1. 125Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all![Aside to Seb. and Ant.] 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 timeI will tell no tales.
Pros.
You do yet taste
Some subtilties o’ the isle, that willnotlet you
V. 1. 125Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all!
[Aside to Seb. and Ant.] 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.130For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brotherWould even infect my mouth, I do forgiveThy rankestfault,—all of them; and requireMy dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,Thou must restore.
Pros.
No.
130For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankestfault,—all of them; and require
My dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.
Alon.If thou be’st Prospero,135Give us particulars of thy preservation;How thou hast met us here,whothree hours sinceWere wreck’d upon this shore; where I have lost—How sharp the point of this remembrance is!—My dear son Ferdinand.
Alon.
If thou be’st Prospero,
135Give us particulars of thy preservation;
How thou hast met us here,whothree 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.
140Alon.Irreparable is the loss; and patienceSays it is past her cure.
140Alon.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!
145Pros.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 lostmydaughter.
145Pros.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 lostmydaughter.
Alon.A daughter?O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,V. 1. 150The king and queen there! that they were, I wishMyself were mudded in that oozy bedWhere my son lies. When did you loseyoudaughter?
Alon.
A daughter?
O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,
V. 1. 150The king and queen there! that they were, I wish
Myself were mudded in that oozy bed
Where my son lies. When did you loseyoudaughter?
Pros.In this last tempest. I perceive, these lordsAt this encounter do so much admire,155That they devour their reason, and scarce thinkTheireyesdo offices of truth,theirwordsAre natural breath: but, howsoe’er you haveBeen justled from your senses, know for certainThat I am Prospero, and that very duke160Which 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, nor165Befitting 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;170At 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,
155That they devour their reason, and scarce think
Theireyesdo offices of truth,theirwords
Are natural breath: but, howsoe’er you have
Been justled from your senses, know for certain
That I am Prospero, and that very duke
160Which 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
165Befitting 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;
170At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye
As much as me my dukedom.
Mir.Sweet lord, you play me false.
Fer.No, mydear’stlove,I would not for the world.
Fer.
No, mydear’stlove,
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.V. 1. 175If this proveA vision of the island, one dear sonShall I twice lose.
Alon.
V. 1. 175If 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.Kneels.
Fer.Though the seas threaten, they are merciful;
I have cursed them without cause.Kneels.
Alon.Now all the blessings180Of a glad father compass thee about!Arise, and say how thou camest here.
Alon.
Now all the blessings
180Of 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.
185Alon.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?
185Alon.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:190I chose her when I could not ask my fatherFor hisadvice, 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 have195Received a second life; and second fatherThis lady makes him to me.
Fer.
Sir, she is mortal;
But by immortal Providence she’s mine:
190I chose her when I could not ask my father
For hisadvice, 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
195Received 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 ourremembrances withA heaviness that’s gone.
Pros.
There, sir, stop:
Let us not burthen ourremembrances with
A heaviness that’s gone.
Gon.V. 1. 200I 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.
V. 1. 200I 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!
205Gon.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,210And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wifeWhere he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedomIn a poor isle, and all of us ourselvesWhenno man was his own.
205Gon.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,
210And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife
Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom
In a poor isle, and all of us ourselves
Whenno man was his own.
Alon.[to Fer. and Mir.]Give me your hands:Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heartThat doth not wish you joy!
Alon.[to Fer. and Mir.]
Give me your hands:
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart
That doth not wish you joy!
Gon.
215Be it so! Amen!
O, look,sir, look, sir! hereismore 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?220Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?
O, look,sir, look, sir! hereismore 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?
220Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?
Boats.The best news is, that we havesafelyfoundOur king and company; the next, our ship—Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split—Is tight and yare and bravely rigg’d, as whenWe first put out to sea.
Boats.The best news is, that we havesafelyfound
Our king and company; the next, our ship—
Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split—
Is tight and yare and bravely rigg’d, as when
We first put out to sea.
V. 1. 225Ari.[Aside to Pros.]Sir, all this serviceHave I done since I went.
V. 1. 225Ari.[Aside to Pros.]
Sir, all this service
Have I done since I went.
Pros.[Aside to Ari.]
My tricksy spirit!
Alon.These are not natural events; they strengthenFrom strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?
Alon.These are not natural events; they strengthen
From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?
Boats.If I did think, sir, I were well awake,230I’ld strive to tell you. We were dead ofsleep,And—how we know not—all clapp’d under hatches;Where, but even now, with strange and several noisesOf roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,Andmorediversity of sounds, all horrible,235We were awaked; straightway, at liberty;Where we, in allhertrim, freshly beheldOur royal, good, and gallant ship; our masterCapering to eye her:—on a trice, so please you,Even in a dream, were we divided from them,And were brought moping hither.
Boats.If I did think, sir, I were well awake,
230I’ld strive to tell you. We were dead ofsleep,
And—how we know not—all clapp’d under hatches;
Where, but even now, with strange and several noises
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,
Andmorediversity of sounds, all horrible,
235We were awaked; straightway, at liberty;
Where we, in allhertrim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master
Capering to eye her:—on a trice, so please you,
Even in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.
240Ari.[Aside to Pros.]
Was’t well done?
Pros.[Aside to Ari.] Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free.
Alon.This is as strange a maze as e’er men trod;And there is in this business more than natureWas ever conduct of: some oracleMust rectify our knowledge.
Alon.This is as strange a maze as e’er men trod;
And there is in this business more than nature
Was ever conduct of: some oracle
Must rectify our knowledge.
Pros.245Sir, my liege,Do not infest your mind with beating onThe strangeness of this business; at pick’dleisureWhich shall be shortly, singleI’ll resolve you,Which to you shall seem probable, of everyV. 1. 250These happen’d accidents; till when, be cheerful,And think of each thing well. [Aside to Ari.] Come hither, spirit:Set Caliban and his companions free;Untie the spell.[Exit Ariel.]How fares my gracious sir?There are yet missing of your company255Some few odd lads that you remember not.
Pros.
245Sir, my liege,
Do not infest your mind with beating on
The strangeness of this business; at pick’dleisure
Which shall be shortly, singleI’ll resolve you,
Which to you shall seem probable, of every
V. 1. 250These happen’d accidents; till when, be cheerful,
And think of each thing well. [Aside to Ari.] Come hither, spirit:
Set Caliban and his companions free;
Untie the spell.[Exit Ariel.]How fares my gracious sir?
There are yet missing of your company
255Some few odd lads that you remember not.
Ste.Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune.—Coragio, bully-monster, coragio!
Trin.If these be true spies which I wear in my head,260here’s a goodly sight.
Cal.O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!How fine my master is! I am afraidHe will chastise me.
Cal.O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!
How fine my master is! I am afraid
He will chastise me.
Seb.Ha, ha!What things are these, my lord Antonio?Will money buy ’em?
Seb.
Ha, ha!
What things are these, my lord Antonio?
Will money buy ’em?
Ant.265Very like; one of themIs a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.
Ant.
265Very like; one of them
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.
Pros.Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,Then say if they be true. Thismis-shapenknave,His mother was a witch; and one so strong270That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,And deal in hercommand, without her power.These three have robb’d me; and this demi-devil—For he’s a bastard one—had plotted with themTo take my life. Two of these fellows youV. 1. 275Must know and own; this thing of darkness IAcknowledge mine.
Pros.Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,
Then say if they be true. Thismis-shapenknave,
His mother was a witch; and one so strong
270That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,
And deal in hercommand, without her power.
These three have robb’d me; and this demi-devil—
For he’s a bastard one—had plotted with them
To take my life. Two of these fellows you
V. 1. 275Must know and own; this thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.
Cal.
I shall be pinch’d to death.
Alon.Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
Seb.He is drunk now: where had he wine?
Alon.And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they280Find this grandliquorthat hath gilded ’em?—How camest thou in this pickle?
Alon.And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they280
Find this grandliquorthat hath gilded ’em?—
How camest thou in this pickle?
Trin.I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.
285Seb.Why, how now, Stephano!
Ste.O, touch me not;—I am not Stephano, but a cramp.
Pros.You’ld be king o’ the isle, sirrah?
Ste.I should have been a sore one, then.
Alon.This is a strangethingas e’er Ilook’d on.Pointing to Caliban.
290Pros.He is as disproportion’d in his mannersAs in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;Take with you your companions; as you lookTo have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
290Pros.He is as disproportion’d in his manners
As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;
Take with you your companions; as you look
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
Cal.Ay, that I will; and I’ll be wise hereafter,295And seek for grace. What a thrice-double assWas I, to take this drunkard for a god,And worship this dull fool!
Cal.Ay, that I will; and I’ll be wise hereafter,
295And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool!
Pros.
Go to; away!
Alon.Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.
Seb.Or stole it, rather.Exeunt Cal., Ste., and Trin.
V. 1. 300Pros.Sir, I invite your Highness and your trainTo my poor cell, where you shall take your restFor this one night; which, part of it, I’ll wasteWith such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make itGo quick away: the story of my life,305And the particular accidents gone bySince I came to this isle: and in the mornI’ll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,Where I have hope to see thenuptialOf these our dear-beloved solemnized;310And thence retire me to my Milan, whereEvery third thought shall be my grave.
V. 1. 300Pros.Sir, I invite your Highness and your train
To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest
For this one night; which, part of it, I’ll waste
With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it
Go quick away: the story of my life,
305And the particular accidents gone by
Since I came to this isle: and in the morn
I’ll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Where I have hope to see thenuptial
Of these our dear-beloved solemnized;
310And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
Alon.I longTo hear the story of your life, which mustTake the ear strangely.
Alon.
I long
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.
Pros.I’ll deliver all;And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,And sail so expeditious, that shall catch315Your royal fleet far off. [Aside to Ari.] My Ariel, chick,That is thy charge: then to the elementsBe free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.
Pros.
I’ll deliver all;
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious, that shall catch
315Your royal fleet far off. [Aside to Ari.] My Ariel, chick,
That is thy charge: then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.
Exeunt.
Nowmy charms are all o’erthrown,And what strength I have’s mine own,Which is most faint:now, ’tis true,I must be here confined by you,5Or sent to Naples. Let me not,Since I have my dukedom got,And pardon’d the deceiver, dwellIn this bare island by your spell;But release me from my bands10With the help of your good hands:Gentle breath of yours my sailsMust fill, or else my project fails,Which was to please.NowI wantSpirits to enforce, art to enchant;15And my ending is despair,Unless I be relieved by prayer,Which pierces so, that it assaultsMercy itself, and frees all faults.As you from crimes would pardon’d be,20Let your indulgence set me free.
Nowmy charms are all o’erthrown,
And what strength I have’s mine own,
Which is most faint:now, ’tis true,
I must be here confined by you,
5Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardon’d the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell;
But release me from my bands
10With the help of your good hands:
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please.NowI want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
15And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so, that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon’d be,
20Let your indulgence set me free.