diff options
Diffstat (limited to '2235-0.txt')
| -rw-r--r-- | 2235-0.txt | 3275 |
1 files changed, 3275 insertions, 0 deletions
diff --git a/2235-0.txt b/2235-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a6d7af5 --- /dev/null +++ b/2235-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,3275 @@ +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 2235 *** + + +Executive Director's Notes: + +In addition to the notes below, and so you will *NOT* think all +the spelling errors introduced by the printers of the time have +been corrected, here are the first few lines of Hamlet, as they +are presented herein: + + Barnardo. Who's there? + Fran. Nay answer me: Stand & vnfold +your selfe + + Bar. Long liue the King + + * * * * * + +As I understand it, the printers often ran out of certain words +or letters they had often packed into a "cliche". . .this is the +original meaning of the term cliche. . .and thus, being unwilling +to unpack the cliches, and thus you will see some substitutions +that look very odd. . .such as the exchanges of u for v, v for u, +above. . .and you may wonder why they did it this way, presuming +Shakespeare did not actually write the play in this manner. . . . + +The answer is that they MAY have packed "liue" into a cliche at a +time when they were out of "v"'s. . .possibly having used "vv" in +place of some "w"'s, etc. This was a common practice of the day, +as print was still quite expensive, and they didn't want to spend +more on a wider selection of characters than they had to. + +You will find a lot of these kinds of "errors" in this text, as I +have mentioned in other times and places, many "scholars" have an +extreme attachment to these errors, and many have accorded them a +very high place in the "canon" of Shakespeare. My father read an +assortment of these made available to him by Cambridge University +in England for several months in a glass room constructed for the +purpose. To the best of my knowledge he read ALL those available +. . .in great detail. . .and determined from the various changes, +that Shakespeare most likely did not write in nearly as many of a +variety of errors we credit him for, even though he was in/famous +for signing his name with several different spellings. + +So, please take this into account when reading the comments below +made by our volunteer who prepared this file: you may see errors +that are "not" errors. . . . + +So. . .with this caveat. . .we have NOT changed the canon errors, +here is the Project Gutenberg Etext of Shakespeare's play. + +Michael S. Hart +Project Gutenberg +Executive Director + + * * * * * + +Scanner's Notes: + +What this is and isn't. This was taken from a copy of +Shakespeare's first folio and it is as close as I can come in +ASCII to the printed text. + +The elongated S's have been changed to small s's and the +conjoined ae have been changed to ae. I have left the spelling, +punctuation, capitalization as close as possible to the printed +text. I have corrected some spelling mistakes (I have put +together a spelling dictionary devised from the spellings of +the Geneva Bible and Shakespeare's First Folio and have unified +spellings according to this template), typo's and expanded +abbreviations as I have come across them. Everything within +brackets [] is what I have added. So if you don't like that you +can delete everything within the brackets if you want a purer +Shakespeare. + +Another thing that you should be aware of is that there are +textual differences between various copies of the first folio. So +there may be differences (other than what I have mentioned above) +between this and other first folio editions. This is due to the +printer's habit of setting the type and running off a number of +copies and then proofing the printed copy and correcting the type +and then continuing the printing run. The proof run wasn't thrown +away but incorporated into the printed copies. This is just the +way it is. The text I have used was a composite of more than 30 +different First Folio editions' best pages. + +David Reed + +===================================================================== + + + + +The Tempest + + +Actus primus, Scena prima. + +A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard: Enter a +Ship-master, +and a Boteswaine. + + Master: Bote-swaine + + Botes: Heere Master: What cheere? + + Master: Good: Speake to th' Mariners: fall +too't, yarely, or we run our selves a ground, +bestirre, bestirre. + +Enter. + +Enter Mariners. + + Botes: Heigh my hearts, cheerely, cheerely my harts: +yare, yare: Take in the toppe-sale: Tend to th' Masters +whistle: Blow till thou burst thy winde, if roome enough. + +Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinando, Gonzalo, and +others. + + Alon: Good Boteswaine have care: where's the Master? +Play the men. + + Botes: I pray now keepe below. + + Anth: Where is the Master, Boson? + + Botes: Do you not heare him? you marre our labour, Keepe your Cabines: you do assist the storme. + + Gonz: Nay, good be patient. + + Botes. When the Sea is: hence, what cares these roarers for the name of King? to Cabine; silence: trouble vs not. + + Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboord. + + Botes. None that I more loue then my selfe. You are +a Counsellor, if you can command these Elements to silence, +and worke the peace of the present, wee will not +hand a rope more, vse your authoritie: If you cannot, +giue thankes you haue liu'd so long, and make your +selfe readie in your Cabine for the mischance of the +houre, if it so hap. Cheerely good hearts: out of our +way I say. + +Enter. + + Gon. I haue great comfort from this fellow: methinks +he hath no drowning marke vpon him, his complexion +is perfect Gallowes: stand fast good Fate to his hanging, +make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our +owne doth little aduantage: If he be not borne to bee +hang'd, our case is miserable. + +Enter. + +Enter Boteswaine + + Botes. Downe with the top-Mast: yare, lower, lower, +bring her to Try with Maine-course. A plague - + +A cry within. Enter Sebastian, Anthonio & Gonzalo. + +vpon this howling: they are lowder then the weather, +or our office: yet againe? What do you heere? Shal we +giue ore and drowne, haue you a minde to sinke? + + Sebas. A poxe o'your throat, you bawling, blasphemous +incharitable Dog. + + Botes. Worke you then. + Anth. Hang cur, hang, you whoreson insolent Noyse-maker, +we are lesse afraid to be drownde, then thou art. + + Gonz. I'le warrant him for drowning, though the +Ship were no stronger then a Nutt-shell, and as leaky as +an vnstanched wench. + + Botes. Lay her a hold, a hold, set her two courses off +to Sea againe, lay her off. + +Enter Mariners wet. + + Mari. All lost, to prayers, to prayers, all lost. + + Botes. What must our mouths be cold? + + Gonz. The King, and Prince, at prayers, let's assist them, +for our case is as theirs + + Sebas. I'am out of patience + + An. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards, +This wide-chopt-rascall, would thou mightst lye drowning +the washing of ten Tides + + Gonz. Hee'l be hang'd yet, +Though euery drop of water sweare against it, +And gape at widst to glut him. + +A confused noyse within. + +Mercy on vs. +We split, we split, Farewell my wife, and children, +Farewell brother: we split, we split, we split + + Anth. Let's all sinke with' King + + Seb. Let's take leaue of him. + +Enter. + + Gonz. Now would I giue a thousand furlongs of Sea, +for an Acre of barren ground: Long heath, Browne +firrs, any thing; the wills aboue be done, but I would +faine dye a dry death. + +Enter. + + +Scena Secunda. + + +Enter Prospero and Miranda. + + Mira. If by your Art (my deerest father) you haue +Put the wild waters in this Rore; alay them: +The skye it seemes would powre down stinking pitch, +But that the Sea, mounting to th' welkins cheeke, +Dashes the fire out. Oh! I haue suffered +With those that I saw suffer: A braue vessell +(Who had no doubt some noble creature in her) +Dash'd all to peeces: O the cry did knocke +Against my very heart: poore soules, they perish'd. +Had I byn any God of power, I would +Haue suncke the Sea within the Earth, or ere +It should the good Ship so haue swallow'd, and +The fraughting Soules within her + + Pros. Be collected, +No more amazement: Tell your pitteous heart +there's no harme done + + Mira. O woe, the day + + Pros. No harme: +I haue done nothing, but in care of thee +(Of thee my deere one; thee my daughter) who +Art ignorant of what thou art. naught knowing +Of whence I am: nor that I am more better +Then Prospero, Master of a full poore cell, +And thy no greater Father + + Mira. More to know +Did neuer medle with my thoughts + + Pros. 'Tis time +I should informe thee farther: Lend thy hand +And plucke my Magick garment from me: So, +Lye there my Art: wipe thou thine eyes, haue comfort, +The direfull spectacle of the wracke which touch'd +The very vertue of compassion in thee: +I haue with such prouision in mine Art +So safely ordered, that there is no soule +No not so much perdition as an hayre +Betid to any creature in the vessell +Which thou heardst cry, which thou saw'st sinke: Sit downe, +For thou must now know farther + + Mira. You haue often +Begun to tell me what I am, but stopt +And left me to a bootelesse Inquisition, +Concluding, stay: not yet + + Pros. The howr's now come +The very minute byds thee ope thine eare, +Obey, and be attentiue. Canst thou remember +A time before we came vnto this Cell? +I doe not thinke thou canst, for then thou was't not +Out three yeeres old + + Mira. Certainely Sir, I can + + Pros. By what? by any other house, or person? +Of any thing the Image, tell me, that +Hath kept with thy remembrance + + Mira. 'Tis farre off: +And rather like a dreame, then an assurance +That my remembrance warrants: Had I not +Fowre, or fiue women once, that tended me? + + Pros. Thou hadst; and more Miranda: But how is it +That this liues in thy minde? What seest thou els +In the dark-backward and Abisme of Time? +Yf thou remembrest ought ere thou cam'st here, +How thou cam'st here thou maist + + Mira. But that I doe not + + Pros. Twelue yere since (Miranda) twelue yere since, +Thy father was the Duke of Millaine and +A Prince of power: + + Mira. Sir, are not you my Father? + + Pros. Thy Mother was a peece of vertue, and +She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father +Was Duke of Millaine, and his onely heire, +And Princesse; no worse Issued + + Mira. O the heauens, +What fowle play had we, that we came from thence? +Or blessed was't we did? + + Pros. Both, both my Girle. +By fowle-play (as thou saist) were we heau'd thence, +But blessedly holpe hither + + Mira. O my heart bleedes +To thinke oth' teene that I haue turn'd you to, +Which is from my remembrance, please you, farther; + + Pros. My brother and thy vncle, call'd Anthonio: +I pray thee marke me, that a brother should +Be so perfidious: he, whom next thy selfe +Of all the world I lou'd, and to him put +The mannage 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 liberall Artes, +Without a paralell; those being all my studie, +The Gouernment I cast vpon my brother, +And to my State grew stranger, being transported +And rapt in secret studies, thy false vncle +(Do'st thou attend me?) + + Mira. Sir, most heedefully + + Pros. Being once perfected how to graunt suites, +how to deny them: who t' aduance, and who +To trash for ouer-topping; new created +The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd 'em, +Or els new form'd 'em; hauing both the key, +Of Officer, and office, set all hearts i'th state +To what tune pleas'd his eare, that now he was +The Iuy which had hid my princely Trunck, +And suckt my verdure out on't: Thou attend'st not? + + Mira. O good Sir, I doe + +Pros. I pray thee marke me: +I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated +To closenes, and the bettering of my mind +with that, which but by being so retir'd +Ore-priz'd all popular rate: in my false brother +Awak'd an euill nature, and my trust +Like a good parent, did beget of him +A falsehood in it's contrarie, as great +As my trust was, which had indeede no limit, +A confidence sans bound. He being thus Lorded, +Not onely with what my reuenew yeelded, +But what my power might els exact. Like one +Who hauing into truth, by telling of it, +Made such a synner of his memorie +To credite his owne lie, he did beleeue +He was indeed the Duke, out o'th' Substitution +And executing th' outward face of Roialtie +With all prerogatiue: hence his Ambition growing: +Do'st thou heare ? + + Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafenesse + + Pros. To haue no Schreene between this part he plaid, +And him he plaid it for, he needes will be +Absolute Millaine, Me (poore man) my Librarie +Was Dukedome large enough: of temporall roalties +He thinks me now incapable. Confederates +(so drie he was for Sway) with King of Naples +To giue him Annuall tribute, doe him homage +Subiect his Coronet, to his Crowne and bend +The Dukedom yet vnbow'd (alas poore Millaine) +To most ignoble stooping + + Mira. Oh the heauens: + + Pros. Marke his condition, and th' euent, then tell me +If this might be a brother + + Mira. I should sinne +To thinke but Noblie of my Grand-mother, +Good wombes haue borne bad sonnes + + Pro. Now the Condition. +This King of Naples being an Enemy +To me inueterate, hearkens my Brothers suit, +Which was, That he in lieu o'th' premises, +Of homage, and I know not how much Tribute, +Should presently extirpate me and mine +Out of the Dukedome, and confer faire Millaine +With all the Honors, on my brother: Whereon +A treacherous Armie leuied, one mid-night +Fated to th' purpose, did Anthonio open +The gates of Millaine, and ith' dead of darkenesse +The ministers for th' purpose hurried thence +Me, and thy crying selfe + + Mir. Alack, for pitty: +I not remembring how I cride out then +Will cry it ore againe: it is a hint +That wrings mine eyes too't + + Pro. Heare a little further, +And then I'le bring thee to the present businesse +Which now's vpon's: without the which, this Story +Were most impertinent + + Mir. Wherefore did they not +That howre destroy vs? + + Pro. Well demanded, wench: +My Tale prouokes that question: Deare, they durst not, +So deare the loue my people bore me: nor set +A marke so bloudy on the businesse; but +With colours fairer, painted their foule ends. +In few, they hurried vs aboord a Barke, +Bore vs some Leagues to Sea, where they prepared +A rotten carkasse of a Butt, not rigg'd, +Nor tackle, sayle, nor mast, the very rats +Instinctiuely haue quit it: There they hoyst vs +To cry to th' Sea, that roard to vs; to sigh +To th' windes, whose pitty sighing backe againe +Did vs but louing wrong + + Mir. Alack, what trouble +Was I then to you? + + Pro. O, a Cherubin +Thou was't that did preserue me; Thou didst smile, +Infused with a fortitude from heauen, +When I haue deck'd the sea with drops full salt, +Vnder my burthen groan'd, which rais'd in me +An vndergoing stomacke, to beare vp +Against what should ensue + + Mir. How came we a shore? + + Pro. By prouidence diuine, +Some food, we had, and some fresh water, that +A noble Neopolitan Gonzalo +Out of his Charity, (who being then appointed +Master of this designe) did giue vs, with +Rich garments, linnens, stuffs, and necessaries +Which since haue steeded much, so of his gentlenesse +Knowing I lou'd my bookes, he furnishd me +From mine owne Library, with volumes, that +I prize aboue my Dukedome + + Mir. Would I might +But euer see that man + + Pro. Now I arise, +Sit still, and heare the last of our sea-sorrow: +Heere in this Iland we arriu'd, and heere +Haue I, thy Schoolemaster, made thee more profit +Then other Princesse can, that haue more time +For vainer howres; and Tutors, not so carefull + + Mir. Heuens thank you for't. And now I pray you Sir, +For still 'tis beating in my minde; your reason +For raysing this Sea-storme? + + Pro. Know thus far forth, +By accident most strange, bountifull Fortune +(Now my deere Lady) hath mine enemies +Brought to this shore: And by my prescience +I finde my Zenith doth depend vpon +A most auspitious starre, whose influence +If now I court not, but omit; my fortunes +Will euer after droope: Heare cease more questions, +Thou art inclinde to sleepe: 'tis a good dulnesse, +And giue it way: I know thou canst not chuse: +Come away, Seruant, come; I am ready now, +Approach my Ariel. Come. + +Enter Ariel. + + Ari. All haile, great Master, graue Sir, haile: I come +To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, +To swim, to diue into the fire: to ride +On the curld clowds: to thy strong bidding, taske +Ariel, and all his Qualitie + + Pro. Hast thou, Spirit, +Performd to point, the Tempest that I bad thee + + Ar. To euery Article. +I boorded the Kings ship: now on the Beake, +Now in the Waste, the Decke, in euery Cabyn, +I flam'd amazement, sometime I'ld diuide +And burne in many places; on the Top-mast, +The Yards and Bore-spritt, would I flame distinctly, +Then meete, and ioyne. Ioues Lightning, the precursers +O'th dreadfull Thunder-claps more momentarie +And sight out-running were not; the fire, and cracks +Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune +Seeme to besiege, and make his bold waues tremble, +Yea, his dread Trident shake + + Pro. My braue Spirit, +Who was so firme, so constant, that this coyle +Would not infect his reason? + + Ar. Not a soule +But felt a Feauer of the madde, and plaid +Some tricks of desperation; all but Mariners +Plung'd in the foaming bryne, and quit the vessell; +Then all a fire with me the Kings sonne Ferdinand +With haire vp-staring (then like reeds, not haire) +Was the first man that leapt; cride hell is empty, +And all the Diuels are heere + + Pro. Why that's my spirit: +But was not this nye shore? + + Ar. Close by, my Master + + Pro. But are they (Ariell) safe? + + Ar. Not a haire perishd: +On their sustaining garments not a blemish, +But fresher then before: and as thou badst me, +In troops I haue dispersd them 'bout the Isle: +The Kings sonne haue I landed by himselfe, +Whom I left cooling of the Ayre with sighes, +In an odde Angle of the Isle, and sitting +His armes in this sad knot + + Pro. Of the Kings ship, +The Marriners, say how thou hast disposd, +And all the rest o'th' Fleete? + + Ar. Safely in harbour +Is the Kings shippe, in the deepe Nooke, where once +Thou calldst me vp at midnight to fetch dewe +From the still-vext Bermoothes, there she's hid; +The Marriners all vnder hatches stowed, +Who, with a Charme ioynd to their suffred labour +I haue left asleep: and for the rest o'th' Fleet +(Which I dispers'd) they all haue met againe, +And are vpon the Mediterranian Flote +Bound sadly home for Naples, +Supposing that they saw the Kings ship wrackt, +And his great person perish + + Pro. Ariel, thy charge +Exactly is perform'd; but there's more worke: +What is the time o'th' day? + + Ar. Past the mid season + + Pro. At least two Glasses: the time 'twixt six & now +Must by vs both be spent most preciously + + Ar. Is there more toyle? Since y dost giue me pains, +Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, +Which is not yet perform'd me + + Pro. How now? moodie? +What is't thou canst demand? + + Ar. My Libertie + + Pro. Before the time be out? no more: + + Ar. I prethee, +Remember I haue done thee worthy seruice, +Told thee no lyes, made thee no mistakings, serv'd +Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou did promise +To bate me a full yeere + + Pro. Do'st thou forget +From what a torment I did free thee? + + Ar. No + + Pro. Thou do'st: & thinkst it much to tread y Ooze +Of the salt deepe; +To run vpon the sharpe winde of the North, +To doe me businesse in the veines o'th' earth +When it is bak'd with frost + + Ar. I doe not Sir + + Pro. Thou liest, malignant Thing: hast thou forgot +The fowle Witch Sycorax, who with Age and Enuy +Was growne into a hoope? hast thou forgot her? + + Ar. No Sir + + Pro. Thou hast: where was she born? speak: tell me: + + Ar. Sir, in Argier + + Pro. Oh, was she so: I must +Once in a moneth recount what thou hast bin, +Which thou forgetst. This damn'd Witch Sycorax +For mischiefes manifold, and sorceries terrible +To enter humane hearing, from Argier +Thou know'st was banish'd: for one thing she did +They wold not take her life: Is not this true? + + Ar. I, Sir + + Pro. This blew ey'd hag, was hither brought with child, +And here was left by th' Saylors; thou my slaue, +As thou reportst thy selfe, was then her seruant, +And for thou wast a Spirit too delicate +To act her earthy, and abhord commands, +Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee +By helpe of her more potent Ministers, +And in her most vnmittigable rage, +Into a clouen Pyne, within which rift +Imprison'd, thou didst painefully remaine +A dozen yeeres: within which space she di'd, +And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groanes +As fast as Mill-wheeles strike: Then was this Island +(Saue for the Son, that he did littour heere, +A frekelld whelpe, hag-borne) not honour'd with +A humane shape + + Ar. Yes: Caliban her sonne + + Pro. Dull thing, I say so: he, that Caliban +Whom now I keepe in seruice, thou best know'st +What torment I did finde thee in; thy grones +Did make wolues howle, and penetrate the breasts +Of euer-angry Beares; it was a torment +To lay vpon the damn'd, which Sycorax +Could not againe vndoe: it was mine Art, +When I arriu'd, and heard thee, that made gape +The Pyne, and let thee out + + Ar. I thanke thee Master + + Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an Oake +And peg-thee in his knotty entrailes, till +Thou hast howl'd away twelue winters + + Ar. Pardon, Master, +I will be correspondent to command +And doe my spryting, gently + + Pro. Doe so: and after two daies +I will discharge thee + + Ar. That's my noble Master: +What shall I doe? say what? what shall I doe? + + Pro. Goe make thy selfe like a Nymph o'th' Sea, +Be subiect to no sight but thine, and mine: inuisible +To euery eye-ball else: goe take this shape +And hither come in't: goe: hence +With diligence. + +Enter. + + Pro. Awake, deere hart awake, thou hast slept well, +Awake + + Mir. The strangenes of your story, put +Heauinesse in me + + Pro. Shake it off: Come on, +Wee'll visit Caliban, my slaue, who neuer +Yeelds vs kinde answere + + Mir. 'Tis a villaine Sir, I doe not loue to looke on + + Pro. But as 'tis +We cannot misse him: he do's make our fire, +Fetch in our wood, and serues in Offices +That profit vs: What hoa: slaue: Caliban: +Thou Earth, thou: speake + + Cal. within. There's wood enough within + + Pro. Come forth I say, there's other busines for thee: +Come thou Tortoys, when? + +Enter Ariel like a water Nymph. + +Fine apparision: my queint Ariel, +Hearke in thine eare + + Ar. My Lord, it shall be done. + +Enter. + + Pro. Thou poysonous slaue, got by y diuell himselfe +Vpon thy wicked Dam; come forth. + + +Enter Caliban. + + Cal. As wicked dewe, as ere my mother brush'd +With Rauens feather from vnwholesome Fen +Drop on you both: A Southwest blow on yee, +And blister you all ore + + Pro. For this be sure, to night thou shalt haue cramps, +Side-stitches, that shall pen thy breath vp, Vrchins +Shall for that vast of night, that they may worke +All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd +As thicke as hony-combe, each pinch more stinging +Then Bees that made 'em + + Cal. I must eat my dinner: +This Island's mine by Sycorax my mother, +Which thou tak'st from me: when thou cam'st first +Thou stroakst me, & made much of me: wouldst giue me +Water with berries in't: and teach me how +To name the bigger Light, and how the lesse +That burne by day, and night: and then I lou'd thee +And shew'd thee all the qualities o'th' Isle, +The fresh Springs, Brine-pits; barren place and fertill, +Curs'd be I that did so: All the Charmes +Of Sycorax: Toades, Beetles, Batts light on you: +For I am all the Subiects that you haue, +Which first was min owne King: and here you sty-me +In this hard Rocke, whiles you doe keepe from me +The rest o'th' Island + + Pro. Thou most lying slaue, +Whom stripes may moue, not kindnes: I haue vs'd thee +(Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd thee +In mine owne Cell, till thou didst seeke to violate +The honor of my childe + + Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, would't had bene done: +Thou didst preuent me, I had peopel'd else +This Isle with Calibans + + Mira. Abhorred Slaue, +Which any print of goodnesse wilt not take, +Being capable of all ill: I pittied thee, +Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each houre +One thing or other: when thou didst not (Sauage) +Know thine owne meaning; but wouldst gabble, like +A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes +With words that made them knowne: But thy vild race +(Tho thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures +Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou +Deseruedly confin'd into this Rocke, who hadst +Deseru'd more then a prison + + 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 vs in Fewell, and be quicke thou'rt best +To answer other businesse: shrug'st thou (Malice) +If thou neglectst, or dost vnwillingly +What I command, Ile racke thee with old Crampes, +Fill all thy bones with Aches, make thee rore, +That beasts shall tremble at thy dyn + + Cal. No, 'pray thee. +I must obey, his Art is of such pow'r, +It would controll my Dams god Setebos, +And make a vassaile of him + + Pro. So slaue, hence. + +Exit Cal. + +Enter Ferdinand & Ariel, inuisible playing & singing. + + Ariel Song. Come vnto these yellow sands, and then +take hands: +Curtsied when you haue, and kist the wilde waues whist: +Foote it featly heere, and there, and sweete Sprights beare +the burthen. + +Burthen dispersedly. + +Harke, harke, bowgh wawgh: the watch-Dogges barke, +bowgh-wawgh + + Ar. Hark, hark, I heare, the straine of strutting Chanticlere +cry cockadidle-dowe + + Fer. Where shold this Musick be? I'th aire, or th' earth? +It sounds no more: and sure it waytes vpon +Some God o'th' Iland, sitting on a banke, +Weeping againe the King my Fathers wracke. +This Musicke crept by me vpon the waters, +Allaying both their fury, and my passion +With it's sweet ayre: thence I haue follow'd it +(Or it hath drawne me rather) but 'tis gone. +No, it begins againe + + Ariell Song. Full fadom fiue thy Father lies, +Of his bones are Corrall made: +Those are pearles that were his eies, +Nothing of him that doth fade, +But doth suffer a Sea-change +Into something rich, & strange: +Sea-Nimphs hourly ring his knell. + +Burthen: ding dong. +Harke now I heare them, ding-dong bell + + Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd father, +This is no mortall busines, nor no sound +That the earth owes: I heare it now aboue me + + Pro. The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance, +And say what thou see'st yond + + Mira. What is't a Spirit? +Lord, how it lookes about: Beleeue me sir, +It carries a braue forme. But 'tis a spirit + + Pro. No wench, it eats, and sleeps, & hath such senses +As we haue: such. This Gallant which thou seest +Was in the wracke: and but hee's something stain'd +With greefe (that's beauties canker) y might'st call him +A goodly person: he hath lost his fellowes, +And strayes about to finde 'em + + Mir. I might call him +A thing diuine, for nothing naturall +I euer saw so Noble + + Pro. It goes on I see +As my soule prompts it: Spirit, fine spirit, Ile free thee +Within two dayes for this + + Fer. Most sure the Goddesse +On whom these ayres attend: Vouchsafe my pray'r +May know if you remaine vpon this Island, +And that you will some good instruction giue +How I may beare me heere: my prime request +(Which I do last pronounce) is (O you wonder) +If you be Mayd, or no? + + Mir. No wonder Sir, +But certainly a Mayd + + Fer. My Language? Heauens: +I am the best of them that speake this speech, +Were I but where 'tis spoken + + Pro. How? the best? +What wer't thou if the King of Naples heard thee? + + Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders +To heare thee speake of Naples: he do's heare me, +And that he do's, I weepe: my selfe am Naples, +Who, with mine eyes (neuer since at ebbe) beheld +The King my Father wrack't + + Mir. Alacke, for mercy + + Fer. Yes faith, & all his Lords, the Duke of Millaine +And his braue sonne, being twaine + + Pro. The Duke of Millaine +And his more brauer daughter, could controll thee +If now 'twere fit to do't: At the first sight +They haue chang'd eyes: Delicate Ariel, +Ile set thee free for this. A word good Sir, +I feare you haue done your selfe some wrong: A word + + Mir. Why speakes my father so vngently? This +Is the third man that ere I saw: the first +That ere I sigh'd for: pitty moue my father +To be enclin'd my way + + Fer. O, if a Virgin, +And your affection not gone forth, Ile make you +The Queene of Naples + + Pro. Soft sir, one word more. +They are both in eythers pow'rs: But this swift busines +I must vneasie make, least too light winning +Make the prize light. One word more: I charge thee +That thou attend me: Thou do'st heere vsurpe +The name thou ow'st not, and hast put thy selfe +Vpon this Island, as a spy, to win it +From me, the Lord on't + + Fer. No, as I am a man + + Mir. Ther's nothing ill, can dwell in such a Temple, +If the ill-spirit haue so fayre a house, +Good things will striue to dwell with't + + Pro. Follow me + + Pros. Speake not you for him: hee's a Traitor: come, +Ile manacle thy necke and feete together: +Sea water shalt thou drinke: thy food shall be +The fresh-brooke Mussels, wither'd roots, and huskes +Wherein the Acorne cradled. Follow + + Fer. No, +I will resist such entertainment, till +Mine enemy ha's more pow'r. + +He drawes, and is charmed from mouing. + + Mira. O deere Father, +Make not too rash a triall of him, for +Hee's gentle, and not fearfull + + Pros. What I say, +My foote my Tutor? Put thy sword vp Traitor, +Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike: thy conscience +Is so possest with guilt: Come, from thy ward, +For I can heere disarme thee with this sticke, +And make thy weapon drop + + Mira. Beseech you Father + + Pros. Hence: hang not on my garments + + Mira. Sir haue pity, +Ile be his surety + + Pros. Silence: One word more +Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee: What, +An aduocate for an Impostor? Hush: +Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he, +(Hauing seene but him and Caliban:) Foolish wench, +To th' most of men, this is a Caliban, +And they to him are Angels + + Mira. My affections +Are then most humble: I haue no ambition +To see a goodlier man + + Pros. Come on, obey: +Thy Nerues are in their infancy againe. +And haue no vigour in them + + Fer. So they are: +My spirits, as in a dreame, are all bound vp: +My Fathers losse, the weaknesse which I feele, +The wracke of all my friends, nor this mans threats, +To whom I am subdude, are but light to me, +Might I but through my prison once a day +Behold this Mayd: all corners else o'th' Earth +Let liberty make vse of: space enough +Haue I in such a prison + + Pros. It workes: Come on. +Thou hast done well, fine Ariell: follow me, +Harke what thou else shalt do mee + + Mira. Be of comfort, +My Fathers of a better nature (Sir) +Then he appeares by speech: this is vnwonted +Which now came from him + + Pros. Thou shalt be as free +As mountaine windes; but then exactly do +All points of my command + + Ariell. To th' syllable + + Pros. Come follow: speake not for him. + +Exeunt. + +Actus Secundus. Scoena Prima. + +Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco, +and +others. + + Gonz. Beseech you Sir, be merry; you haue cause, +(So haue we all) of ioy; for our escape +Is much beyond our losse; our hint of woe +Is common, euery day, some Saylors wife, +The Masters of some Merchant, and the Merchant +Haue iust our Theame of woe: But for the miracle, +(I meane our preseruation) few in millions +Can speake like vs: then wisely (good Sir) weigh +Our sorrow, with our comfort + + Alons. Prethee peace + + Seb. He receiues comfort like cold porredge + + Ant. The Visitor will not giue him ore so + + Seb. Looke, hee's winding vp the watch of his wit, +By and by it will strike + + Gon. Sir + + Seb. One: Tell + + Gon. When euery greefe is entertaind, +That's offer'd comes to th' entertainer + + Seb. A dollor + + Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed, you haue spoken +truer then you purpos'd + + Seb. You haue taken it wiselier then I meant you +should + + Gon. Therefore my Lord + + Ant. Fie, what a spend-thrift is he of his tongue + + Alon. I pre-thee spare + + Gon. Well, I haue done: But yet + + Seb. He will be talking + + Ant. Which, of he, or Adrian, for a good wager, +First begins to crow? + + Seb. The old Cocke + + Ant. The Cockrell + + Seb. Done: The wager? + + Ant. A Laughter + + Seb. A match + + Adr. Though this Island seeme to be desert + + Seb. Ha, ha, ha + + Ant. So: you'r paid + + Adr. Vninhabitable, and almost inaccessible + + Seb. Yet + + Adr. Yet + + Ant. He could not misse't + + Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate +temperance + + Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench + + Seb. I, and a subtle, as he most learnedly deliuer'd + + Adr. The ayre breathes vpon vs here most sweetly + + Seb. As if it had Lungs, and rotten ones + + Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a Fen + + Gon. Heere is euery thing aduantageous to life + + Ant. True, saue meanes to liue + + Seb. Of that there's none, or little + + Gon. How lush and lusty the grasse lookes? +How greene? + + Ant. The ground indeed is tawny + + Seb. With an eye of greene in't + + Ant. He misses not much + + Seb. No: he doth but mistake the truth totally + + Gon. But the rariety of it is, which is indeed almost +beyond credit + + Seb. As many voucht rarieties are + + Gon. That our Garments being (as they were) drencht +in the Sea, hold notwithstanding their freshnesse and +glosses, being rather new dy'de then stain'd with salte +water + + Ant. If but one of his pockets could speake, would +it not say he lyes? + Seb. I, or very falsely pocket vp his report + + Gon. Me thinkes our garments are now as fresh as +when we put them on first in Affricke, at the marriage +of the kings faire daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis + + Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in +our returne + + Adri. Tunis was neuer grac'd before with such a Paragon +to their Queene + + Gon. Not since widdow Dido's time + + Ant. Widow? A pox o'that: how came that Widdow +in? Widdow Dido! + + Seb. What if he had said Widdower aeneas too? +Good Lord, how you take it? + + Adri. Widdow Dido said you? You make me study +of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis + + Gon. This Tunis Sir was Carthage + + Adri. Carthage? + + Gon. I assure you Carthage + + Ant. His word is more then the miraculous Harpe + + Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too + + Ant. What impossible matter wil he make easy next? + + Seb. I thinke hee will carry this Island home in his +pocket, and giue it his sonne for an Apple + + Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the Sea, bring +forth more Islands + + Gon. I + + Ant. Why in good time + + Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seeme +now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage +of your daughter, who is now Queene + + Ant. And the rarest that ere came there + + Seb. Bate (I beseech you) widdow Dido + + Ant. O Widdow Dido? I, Widdow Dido + + Gon. Is not Sir my doublet as fresh as the first day I +wore it? I meane in a sort + + Ant. That sort was well fish'd for + + Gon. When I wore it at your daughters marriage + + Alon. You cram these words into mine eares, against +the stomacke of my sense: would I had neuer +Married my daughter there: For comming thence +My sonne is lost, and (in my rate) she too, +Who is so farre from Italy remoued, +I ne're againe shall see her: O thou mine heire +Of Naples and of Millaine, what strange fish +Hath made his meale on thee? + + Fran. Sir he may liue, +I saw him beate the surges vnder him, +And ride vpon their backes; he trod the water +Whose enmity he flung aside: and brested +The surge most swolne that met him: his bold head +'Boue the contentious waues he kept, and oared +Himselfe with his good armes in lusty stroke +To th' shore; that ore his waue-worne basis bowed +As stooping to releeue him: I not doubt +He came aliue to Land + + Alon. No, no, hee's gone + + Seb. Sir you may thank your selfe for this great losse, +That would not blesse our Europe with your daughter, +But rather loose her to an Affrican, +Where she at least, is banish'd from your eye, +Who hath cause to wet the greefe on't + + Alon. Pre-thee peace + + Seb. You were kneel'd too, & importun'd otherwise +By all of vs: and the faire soule her selfe +Waigh'd betweene loathnesse, and obedience, at +Which end o'th' beame should bow: we haue lost your son, +I feare for euer: Millaine and Naples haue +Mo widdowes in them of this businesse making, +Then we bring men to comfort them: +The faults your owne + + Alon. So is the deer'st oth' losse + + Gon. My Lord Sebastian, +The truth you speake doth lacke some gentlenesse, +And time to speake it in: you rub the sore, +When you should bring the plaister + + Seb. Very well + + Ant. And most Chirurgeonly + + Gon. It is foule weather in vs all, good Sir, +When you are cloudy + + Seb. Fowle weather? + + Ant. Very foule + + Gon. Had I plantation of this Isle my Lord + + Ant. Hee'd sow't with Nettle-seed + + Seb. Or dockes, or Mallowes + + Gon. And were the King on't, what would I do? + + Seb. Scape being drunke, for want of Wine + + Gon. I'th' Commonwealth I would (by contraries) +Execute all things: For no kinde of Trafficke +Would I admit: No name of Magistrate: +Letters should not be knowne: Riches, pouerty, +And vse of seruice, none: Contract, Succession, +Borne, bound of Land, Tilth, Vineyard none: +No vse of Mettall, Corne, or Wine, or Oyle: +No occupation, all men idle, all: +And Women too, but innocent and pure: +No Soueraignty + + Seb. Yet he would be King on't + + Ant. The latter end of his Common-wealth forgets +the beginning + + Gon. All things in common Nature should produce +Without sweat or endeuour: Treason, fellony, +Sword, Pike, Knife, Gun, or neede of any Engine +Would I not haue: but Nature should bring forth +Of it owne kinde, all foyzon, all abundance +To feed my innocent people + + Seb. No marrying 'mong his subiects? + + Ant. None (man) all idle; Whores and knaues, + + Gon. I would with such perfection gouerne Sir: +T' Excell the Golden Age + + Seb. 'Saue his Maiesty + + Ant. Long liue Gonzalo + + Gon. And do you marke me, Sir? + + Alon. Pre-thee no more: thou dost talke nothing to me + + Gon. I do well beleeue your Highnesse, and did it +to minister occasion to these Gentlemen, who are of +such sensible and nimble Lungs, that they alwayes vse +to laugh at nothing + + Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at + + Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling am nothing +to you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still + + Ant. What a blow was there giuen? + + Seb. And it had not falne flat-long + + Gon. You are Gentlemen of braue mettal: you would +lift the Moone out of her spheare, if she would continue +in it fiue weekes without changing. + +Enter Ariell playing solemne Musicke. + + Seb. We would so, and then go a Bat-fowling + + Ant. Nay good my Lord, be not angry + + Gon. No I warrant you, I will not aduenture my +discretion so weakly: Will you laugh me asleepe, for I +am very heauy + + + Ant. Go sleepe, and heare vs + + Alon. What, all so soone asleepe? I wish mine eyes +Would (with themselues) shut vp my thoughts, +I finde they are inclin'd to do so + + Seb. Please you Sir, +Do not omit the heauy offer of it: +It sildome visits sorrow, when it doth, it is a Comforter + + Ant. We two my Lord, will guard your person, +While you take your rest, and watch your safety + + Alon. Thanke you: Wondrous heauy + + Seb. What a strange drowsines possesses them? + + Ant. It is the quality o'th' Clymate + + Seb. Why +Doth it not then our eye-lids sinke? I finde +Not my selfe dispos'd to sleep + + Ant. Nor I, my spirits are nimble: +They fell together all, as by consent +They dropt, as by a Thunder-stroke: what might +Worthy Sebastian? O, what might? no more: +And yet, me thinkes I see it in thy face, +What thou should'st be: th' occasion speaks thee, and +My strong imagination see's a Crowne +Dropping vpon thy head + + Seb. What? art thou waking? + + Ant. Do you not heare me speake? + + Seb. I do, and surely +It is a sleepy Language; and thou speak'st +Out of thy sleepe: What is it thou didst say? +This is a strange repose, to be asleepe +With eyes wide open: standing, speaking, mouing: +And yet so fast asleepe + + Ant. Noble Sebastian, +Thou let'st thy fortune sleepe: die rather: wink'st +Whiles thou art waking + + Seb. Thou do'st snore distinctly, +There's meaning in thy snores + + Ant. I am more serious then my custome: you +Must be so too, if heed me: which to do, +Trebbles thee o're + + Seb. Well: I am standing water + + Ant. Ile teach you how to flow + + Seb. Do so: to ebbe +Hereditary Sloth instructs me + + Ant. O! +If you but knew how you the purpose cherish +Whiles thus you mocke it: how in stripping it +You more inuest it: ebbing men, indeed +(Most often) do so neere the bottome run +By their owne feare, or sloth + + Seb. 'Pre-thee say on, +The setting of thine eye, and cheeke proclaime +A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, +Which throwes thee much to yeeld + + Ant. Thus Sir: +Although this Lord of weake remembrance; this +Who shall be of as little memory +When he is earth'd, hath here almost perswaded +(For hee's a Spirit of perswasion, onely +Professes to perswade) the King his sonne's aliue, +'Tis as impossible that hee's vndrown'd, +As he that sleepes heere, swims + + Seb. I haue no hope +That hee's vndrown'd + + Ant. O, out of that no hope, +What great hope haue you? No hope that way, Is +Another way so high a hope, that euen +Ambition cannot pierce a winke beyond +But doubt discouery there. Will you grant with me +That Ferdinand is drown'd + + Seb. He's gone + + Ant. Then tell me, who's the next heire of Naples? + + Seb. Claribell + + Ant. She that is Queene of Tunis: she that dwels +Ten leagues beyond mans life: she that from Naples +Can haue no note, vnlesse the Sun were post: +The Man i'th Moone's too slow, till new-borne chinnes +Be rough, and Razor-able: She that from whom +We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast againe, +(And by that destiny) to performe an act +Whereof, what's past is Prologue; what to come +In yours, and my discharge + + Seb. What stuffe is this? How say you? +'Tis true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tunis, +So is she heyre of Naples, 'twixt which Regions +There is some space + + Ant. A space, whose eu'ry cubit +Seemes to cry out, how shall that Claribell +Measure vs backe to Naples? keepe in Tunis, +And let Sebastian wake. Say, this were death +That now hath seiz'd them, why they were no worse +Then now they are: There be that can rule Naples +As well as he that sleepes: Lords, that can prate +As amply, and vnnecessarily +As this Gonzallo: I my selfe could make +A Chough of as deepe chat: O, that you bore +The minde that I do; what a sleepe were this +For your aduancement? Do you vnderstand me? + + Seb. Me thinkes I do + + Ant. And how do's your content +Tender your owne good fortune? + + Seb. I remember +You did supplant your Brother Prospero + + Ant. True: +And looke how well my Garments sit vpon me, +Much feater then before: My Brothers seruants +Were then my fellowes, now they are my men + + Seb. But for your conscience + + Ant. I Sir: where lies that? If 'twere a kybe +'Twould put me to my slipper: But I feele not +This Deity in my bosome: 'Twentie consciences +That stand 'twixt me, and Millaine, candied be they, +And melt ere they mollest: Heere lies your Brother, +No better then the earth he lies vpon, +If he were that which now hee's like (that's dead) +Whom I with this obedient steele (three inches of it) +Can lay to bed for euer: whiles you doing thus, +To the perpetuall winke for aye might put +This ancient morsell: this Sir Prudence, who +Should not vpbraid our course: for all the rest +They'l take suggestion, as a Cat laps milke, +They'l tell the clocke, to any businesse that +We say befits the houre + + Seb. Thy case, deere Friend +Shall be my president: As thou got'st Millaine, +I'le come by Naples: Draw thy sword, one stroke +Shall free thee from the tribute which thou paiest, +And I the King shall loue thee + + Ant. Draw together: +And when I reare my hand, do you the like +To fall it on Gonzalo + + Seb. O, but one word. + +Enter Ariell with Musicke and Song. + + Ariel. My Master through his Art foresees the danger +That you (his friend) are in, and sends me forth +(For else his proiect dies) to keepe them liuing. + +Sings in Gonzaloes eare. + +While you here do snoaring lie, +Open-ey'd Conspiracie +His time doth take: +If of Life you keepe a care, +Shake off slumber and beware. +Awake, awake + + Ant. Then let vs both be sodaine + + Gon. Now, good Angels preserue the King + + Alo. Why how now hoa; awake? why are you drawn? +Wherefore this ghastly looking? + + Gon. What's the matter? + + Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, +(Euen now) we heard a hollow burst of bellowing +Like Buls, or rather Lyons, did't not wake you? +It strooke mine eare most terribly + + Alo. I heard nothing + + Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a Monsters eare; +To make an earthquake: sure it was the roare +Of a whole heard of Lyons + + Alo. Heard you this Gonzalo? + + Gon. Vpon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming, +(And that a strange one too) which did awake me: +I shak'd you Sir, and cride: as mine eyes opend, +I saw their weapons drawne: there was a noyse, +That's verily: 'tis best we stand vpon our guard; +Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons + + Alo. Lead off this ground & let's make further search +For my poore sonne + + Gon. Heauens keepe him from these Beasts: +For he is sure i'th Island + + Alo. Lead away + + Ariell. Prospero my Lord, shall know what I haue done. +So (King) goe safely on to seeke thy Son. + +Exeunt. + +Scoena Secunda. + +Enter Caliban, with a burthen of Wood (a noyse of thunder heard.) + + Cal. All the infections that the Sunne suckes vp +From Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Prosper fall, and make him +By ynch-meale a disease: his Spirits heare me, +And yet I needes must curse. But they'll nor pinch, +Fright me with Vrchyn-shewes, pitch me i'th mire, +Nor lead me like a fire-brand, in the darke +Out of my way, vnlesse he bid 'em; but +For euery trifle, are they set vpon me, +Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me, +And after bite me: then like Hedg-hogs, which +Lye tumbling in my bare-foote way, and mount +Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I +All wound with Adders, who with clouen tongues +Doe hisse me into madnesse: Lo, now Lo, + +Enter Trinculo. + +Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment me +For bringing wood in slowly: I'le fall flat, +Perchance he will not minde me + + Tri. Here's neither bush, nor shrub to beare off any +weather at all: and another Storme brewing, I heare it +sing ith' winde: yond same blacke cloud, yond huge +one, lookes like a foule bumbard that would shed his +licquor: if it should thunder, as it did before, I know +not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot +choose but fall by pailefuls. What haue we here, a man, +or a fish? dead or aliue? a fish, hee smels like a fish: a +very ancient and fish-like smell: a kinde of, not of the +newest poore-Iohn: a strange fish: were I in England +now (as once I was) and had but this fish painted; not +a holiday-foole there but would giue a peece of siluer: +there, would this Monster, make a man: any strange +beast there, makes a man: when they will not giue a +doit to relieue a lame Begger, they will lay out ten to see +a dead Indian: Leg'd like a man; and his Finnes like +Armes: warme o'my troth: I doe now let loose my opinion; +hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an Islander, +that hath lately suffered by a Thunderbolt: Alas, +the storme is come againe: my best way is to creepe vnder +his Gaberdine: there is no other shelter hereabout: +Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellowes: +I will here shrowd till the dregges of the storme +be past. + +Enter Stephano singing.. + + Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, here shall I dye ashore. +This is a very scuruy tune to sing at a mans +Funerall: well, here's my comfort. + +Drinkes. + +Sings. + +The Master, the Swabber, the Boate-swaine & I; +The Gunner, and his Mate +Lou'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margerie, +But none of vs car'd for Kate. +For she had a tongue with a tang, +Would cry to a Sailor goe hang: +She lou'd not the sauour of Tar nor of Pitch, +Yet a Tailor might scratch her where ere she did itch. +Then to Sea Boyes, and let her goe hang. +This is a scuruy tune too: +But here's my comfort. + +Drinks. + + Cal. Doe not torment me: oh + + Ste. What's the matter? +Haue we diuels here? +Doe you put trickes vpon's with Saluages, and Men of +Inde? ha? I haue not scap'd drowning, to be afeard +now of your foure legges: for it hath bin said; as proper +a man as euer went on foure legs, cannot make him +giue ground: and it shall be said so againe, while Stephano +breathes at' nostrils + + Cal. The Spirit torments me: oh + + Ste. This is some Monster of the Isle, with foure legs; +who hath got (as I take it) an Ague: where the diuell +should he learne our language? I will giue him some reliefe +if it be but for that: if I can recouer him, and keepe +him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a Present +for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-leather + + Cal. Doe not torment me 'prethee: I'le bring my +wood home faster + + Ste. He's in his fit now; and doe's not talke after the +wisest; hee shall taste of my Bottle: if hee haue neuer +drunke wine afore, it will goe neere to remoue his Fit: +if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, I will not take +too much for him; hee shall pay for him that hath him, +and that soundly + + Cal. Thou do'st me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, +I know it by thy trembling: Now Prosper workes +vpon thee + + Ste. Come on your wayes: open your mouth: here +is that which will giue language to you Cat; open your +mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and +that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open +your chaps againe + + Tri. I should know that voyce: +It should be, +But hee is dround; and these are diuels; O defend +me + + Ste. Foure legges and two voyces; a most delicate +Monster: his forward voyce now is to speake well of +his friend; his backward voice, is to vtter foule speeches, +and to detract: if all the wine in my bottle will recouer +him, I will helpe his Ague: Come: Amen, I will +poure some in thy other mouth + + Tri. Stephano + + Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy: +This is a diuell, and no Monster: I will leaue him, I +haue no long Spoone + + Tri. Stephano: if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and +speake to me: for I am Trinculo; be not afeard, thy +good friend Trinculo + + Ste. If thou bee'st Trinculo: come forth: I'le pull +thee by the lesser legges: if any be Trinculo's legges, +these are they: Thou art very Trinculo indeede: how +cam'st thou to be the siege of this Moone-calfe? Can +he vent Trinculo's? + + Tri. I tooke him to be kil'd with a thunder-strok; but +art thou not dround Stephano: I hope now thou art +not dround: Is the Storme ouer-blowne? I hid mee +vnder the dead Moone-Calfes Gaberdine, for feare of +the Storme: And art thou liuing Stephano? O Stephano, +two Neapolitanes scap'd? + + Ste. 'Prethee doe not turne me about, my stomacke +is not constant + + Cal. These be fine things, and if they be not sprights: +that's a braue God, and beares Celestiall liquor: I will +kneele to him + + Ste. How did'st thou scape? +How cam'st thou hither? +Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam'st hither: I escap'd +vpon a But of Sacke, which the Saylors heaued o'reboord, +by this Bottle which I made of the barke of +a Tree, with mine owne hands, since I was cast a'shore + + Cal. I'le sweare vpon that Bottle, to be thy true subiect, +for the liquor is not earthly + + St. Heere: sweare then how thou escap'dst + + Tri. Swom ashore (man) like a Ducke: I can swim +like a Ducke i'le be sworne + + Ste. Here, kisse the Booke. +Though thou canst swim like a Ducke, thou art made +like a Goose + + Tri. O Stephano, ha'st any more of this? + + Ste. The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rocke +by th' sea-side, where my Wine is hid: +How now Moone-Calfe, how do's thine Ague? + + Cal. Ha'st thou not dropt from heauen? + + Ste. Out o'th Moone I doe assure thee. I was the +Man ith' Moone, when time was + + Cal. I haue seene thee in her: and I doe adore thee: +My Mistris shew'd me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Bush + + Ste. Come, sweare to that: kisse the Booke: I will +furnish it anon with new Contents: Sweare + + Tri. By this good light, this is a very shallow Monster: +I afeard of him? a very weake Monster: +The Man ith' Moone? +A most poore creadulous Monster: +Well drawne Monster, in good sooth + + Cal. Ile shew thee euery fertill ynch o'th Island: and +I will kisse thy foote: I prethee be my god + + Tri. By this light, a most perfidious, and drunken +Monster, when's god's a sleepe he'll rob his Bottle + + Cal. Ile kisse thy foot, Ile sweare my selfe thy Subiect + + Ste. Come on then: downe and sweare + + Tri. I shall laugh my selfe to death at this puppi-headed +Monster: a most scuruie Monster: I could finde in +my heart to beate him + + Ste. Come, kisse + + Tri. But that the poore Monster's in drinke: +An abhominable Monster + + Cal. I'le shew thee the best Springs: I'le plucke thee +Berries: I'le fish for thee; and get thee wood enough. +A plague vpon the Tyrant that I serue; +I'le beare him no more Stickes, but follow thee, thou +wondrous man + + Tri. A most rediculous Monster, to make a wonder of +a poore drunkard + + Cal. I 'prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow; +and I with my long nayles will digge thee pig-nuts; +show thee a Iayes nest, and instruct thee how to snare +the nimble Marmazet: I'le bring thee to clustring +Philbirts, and sometimes I'le get thee young Scamels +from the Rocke: Wilt thou goe with me? + + Ste. I pre'thee now lead the way without any more +talking. Trinculo, the King, and all our company else +being dround, wee will inherit here: Here; beare my +Bottle: Fellow Trinculo; we'll fill him by and by againe. + +Caliban Sings drunkenly. + +Farewell Master; farewell, farewell + + Tri. A howling Monster: a drunken Monster + + Cal. No more dams I'le make for fish, +Nor fetch in firing, at requiring, +Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish, +Ban' ban' Cacalyban +Has a new Master, get a new Man. +Freedome, high-day, high-day freedome, freedome highday, +freedome + + Ste. O braue Monster; lead the way. + +Exeunt. + + +Actus Tertius. Scoena Prima. + +Enter Ferdinand (bearing a Log.) + + Fer. There be some Sports are painfull; & their labor +Delight in them set off: Some kindes of basenesse +Are nobly vndergon; and most poore matters +Point to rich ends: this my meane Taske +Would be as heauy to me, as odious, but +The Mistris which I serue, quickens what's dead, +And makes my labours, pleasures: O She is +Ten times more gentle, then her Father's crabbed; +And he's compos'd of harshnesse. I must remoue +Some thousands of these Logs, and pile them vp, +Vpon a sore iniunction; my sweet Mistris +Weepes when she sees me worke, & saies, such basenes +Had neuer like Executor: I forget: +But these sweet thoughts, doe euen refresh my labours, +Most busie lest, when I doe it. + +Enter Miranda | and Prospero. + + Mir. Alas, now pray you +Worke not so hard: I would the lightning had +Burnt vp those Logs that you are enioynd to pile: +Pray set it downe, and rest you: when this burnes +'Twill weepe for hauing wearied you: my Father +Is hard at study; pray now rest your selfe, +Hee's safe for these three houres + + Fer. O most deere Mistris +The Sun will set before I shall discharge +What I must striue to do + + Mir. If you'l sit downe +Ile beare your Logges the while: pray giue me that, +Ile carry it to the pile + + Fer. No precious Creature, +I had rather cracke my sinewes, breake my backe, +Then you should such dishonor vndergoe, +While I sit lazy by + + Mir. It would become me +As well as it do's you; and I should do it +With much more ease: for my good will is to it, +And yours it is against + + Pro. Poore worme thou art infected, +This visitation shewes it + + Mir. You looke wearily + + Fer. No, noble Mistris, 'tis fresh morning with me +When you are by at night: I do beseech you +Cheefely, that I might set it in my prayers, +What is your name? + + Mir. Miranda, O my Father, +I haue broke your hest to say so + + Fer. Admir'd Miranda, +Indeede the top of Admiration, worth +What's deerest to the world: full many a Lady +I haue ey'd with best regard, and many a time +Th' harmony of their tongues, hath into bondage +Brought my too diligent eare: for seuerall vertues +Haue I lik'd seuerall women, neuer any +With so full soule, but some defect in her +Did quarrell with the noblest grace she ow'd, +And put it to the foile. But you, O you, +So perfect, and so peerlesse, are created +Of euerie Creatures best + + Mir. I do not know +One of my sexe; no womans face remember, +Saue from my glasse, mine owne: Nor haue I seene +More that I may call men, then you good friend, +And my deere Father: how features are abroad +I am skillesse of; but by my modestie +(The iewell in my dower) I would not wish +Any Companion in the world but you: +Nor can imagination forme a shape +Besides your selfe, to like of: but I prattle +Something too wildely, and my Fathers precepts +I therein do forget + + Fer. I am, in my condition +A Prince (Miranda) I do thinke a King +(I would not so) and would no more endure +This wodden slauerie, then to suffer +The flesh-flie blow my mouth: heare my soule speake. +The verie instant that I saw you, did +My heart flie to your seruice, there resides +To make me slaue to it, and for your sake +Am I this patient Logge-man + + Mir. Do you loue me? + + Fer. O heauen; O earth, beare witnes to this sound, +And crowne what I professe with kinde euent +If I speake true: if hollowly, inuert +What best is boaded me, to mischiefe: I, +Beyond all limit of what else i'th world +Do loue, prize, honor you + + Mir. I am a foole +To weepe at what I am glad of + + Pro. Faire encounter +Of two most rare affections: heauens raine grace +On that which breeds betweene 'em + + Fer. Wherefore weepe you? + + Mir. At mine vnworthinesse, that dare not offer +What I desire to giue; and much lesse take +What I shall die to want: But this is trifling, +And all the more it seekes to hide it selfe, +The bigger bulke it shewes. Hence bashfull cunning, +And prompt me plaine and holy innocence. +I am your wife, if you will marrie me; +If not, Ile die your maid: to be your fellow +You may denie me, but Ile be your seruant +Whether you will or no + + Fer. My Mistris (deerest) +And I thus humble euer + + Mir. My husband then? + + Fer. I, with a heart as willing +As bondage ere of freedome: heere's my hand + + Mir. And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewel +Till halfe an houre hence + + Fer. A thousand, thousand. + +Exeunt. + + Pro. So glad of this as they I cannot be, +Who are surpriz'd with all; but my reioycing +At nothing can be more: Ile to my booke, +For yet ere supper time, must I performe +Much businesse appertaining. + +Enter. + + +Scoena Secunda. + +Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo. + + Ste. Tell not me, when the But is out we will drinke +water, not a drop before; therefore beare vp, & boord +em' Seruant Monster, drinke to me + + Trin. Seruant Monster? the folly of this Iland, they +say there's but fiue vpon this Isle; we are three of them, +if th' other two be brain'd like vs, the State totters + + Ste. Drinke seruant Monster when I bid thee, thy +eies are almost set in thy head + + Trin. Where should they bee set else? hee were a +braue Monster indeede if they were set in his taile + + Ste. My man-Monster hath drown'd his tongue in +sacke: for my part the Sea cannot drowne mee, I swam +ere I could recouer the shore, fiue and thirtie Leagues +off and on, by this light thou shalt bee my Lieutenant +Monster, or my Standard + + Trin. Your Lieutenant if you list, hee's no standard + + Ste. Weel not run Monsieur Monster + + Trin. Nor go neither: but you'l lie like dogs, and yet +say nothing neither + + Ste. Moone-calfe, speak once in thy life, if thou beest +a good Moone-calfe + + Cal. How does thy honour? Let me licke thy shooe: +Ile not serue him, he is not valiant + + Trin. Thou liest most ignorant Monster, I am in case +to iustle a Constable: why, thou debosh'd Fish thou, +was there euer man a Coward, that hath drunk so much +Sacke as I to day? wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being +but halfe a Fish, and halfe a Monster? + + Cal. Loe, how he mockes me, wilt thou let him my +Lord? + + Trin. Lord, quoth he? that a Monster should be such +a Naturall? + + Cal. Loe, loe againe: bite him to death I prethee + + Ste. Trinculo, keepe a good tongue in your head: If +you proue a mutineere, the next Tree: the poore Monster's +my subiect, and he shall not suffer indignity + + Cal. I thanke my noble Lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd +to hearken once againe to the suite I made to thee? + + Ste. Marry will I: kneele, and repeate it, +I will stand, and so shall Trinculo. + +Enter Ariell inuisible. + + Cal. As I told thee before, I am subiect to a Tirant, +A Sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me +Of the Island + + Ariell. Thou lyest + + Cal. Thou lyest, thou iesting Monkey thou: +I would my valiant Master would destroy thee. +I do not lye + + Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, +By this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth + + Trin. Why, I said nothing + + Ste. Mum then, and no more: proceed + + Cal. I say by Sorcery he got this Isle +From me, he got it. If thy Greatnesse will +Reuenge it on him, (for I know thou dar'st) +But this Thing dare not + + Ste. That's most certaine + + Cal. Thou shalt be Lord of it, and Ile serue thee + + Ste. How now shall this be compast? +Canst thou bring me to the party? + + Cal. Yea, yea my Lord, Ile yeeld him thee asleepe, +Where thou maist knocke a naile into his head + + Ariell. Thou liest, thou canst not + + Cal. What a py'de Ninnie's this? Thou scuruy patch: +I do beseech thy Greatnesse giue him blowes, +And take his bottle from him: When that's gone, +He shall drinke nought but brine, for Ile not shew him +Where the quicke Freshes are + + Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: +Interrupt the Monster one word further, and by this +hand, Ile turne my mercie out o' doores, and make a +Stockfish of thee + + Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing: +Ile go farther off + + Ste. Didst thou not say he lyed? + Ariell. Thou liest + + Ste. Do I so? Take thou that, +As you like this, giue me the lye another time + + Trin. I did not giue the lie: Out o'your wittes, and +hearing too? +A pox o'your bottle, this can Sacke and drinking doo: +A murren on your Monster, and the diuell take your +fingers + + Cal. Ha, ha, ha + + Ste. Now forward with your Tale: prethee stand +further off + + Cal. Beate him enough: after a little time +Ile beate him too + + Ste. Stand farther: Come proceede + + Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custome with him +I'th afternoone to sleepe: there thou maist braine him, +Hauing first seiz'd his bookes: Or with a logge +Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, +Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember +First to possesse his Bookes; for without them +Hee's but a Sot, as I am; nor hath not +One Spirit to command: they all do hate him +As rootedly as I. Burne but his Bookes, +He ha's braue Vtensils (for so he calles them) +Which when he ha's a house, hee'l decke withall. +And that most deeply to consider, is +The beautie of his daughter: he himselfe +Cals her a non-pareill: I neuer saw a woman +But onely Sycorax my Dam, and she; +But she as farre surpasseth Sycorax, +As great'st do's least + + Ste. Is it so braue a Lasse? + + Cal. I Lord, she will become thy bed, I warrant, +And bring thee forth braue brood + + Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and +I will be King and Queene, saue our Graces: and Trinculo +and thy selfe shall be Viceroyes: +Dost thou like the plot Trinculo? + + Trin. Excellent + + Ste. Giue me thy hand, I am sorry I beate thee: +But while thou liu'st keepe a good tongue in thy head + + Cal. Within this halfe houre will he be asleepe, +Wilt thou destroy him then? + + Ste. I on mine honour + + Ariell. This will I tell my Master + + Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure, +Let vs be iocond. Will you troule the Catch +You taught me but whileare? + + Ste. At thy request Monster, I will do reason, +Any reason: Come on Trinculo, let vs sing. + +Sings. + +Flout 'em, and cout 'em: and skowt 'em, and flout 'em, +Thought is free + + Cal. That's not the tune. + +Ariell plaies the tune on a Tabor and Pipe. + + Ste. What is this same? + + Trin. This is the tune of our Catch, plaid by the picture +of No-body + + Ste. If thou beest a man, shew thy selfe in thy likenes: +If thou beest a diuell, take't as thou list + + Trin. O forgiue me my sinnes + + Ste. He that dies payes all debts: I defie thee; +Mercy vpon vs + + Cal. Art thou affeard? + + Ste. No Monster, not I + + Cal. Be not affeard, the Isle is full of noyses, +Sounds, and sweet aires, that giue delight and hurt not: +Sometimes a thousand twangling Instruments +Will hum about mine eares; and sometime voices, +That if I then had wak'd after long sleepe, +Will make me sleepe againe, and then in dreaming, +The clouds methought would open, and shew riches +Ready to drop vpon me, that when I wak'd +I cri'de to dreame againe + + Ste. This will proue a braue kingdome to me, +Where I shall haue my Musicke for nothing + + Cal. When Prospero is destroy'd + + Ste. That shall be by and by: +I remember the storie + + Trin. The sound is going away, +Lets follow it, and after do our worke + + Ste. Leade Monster, +Wee'l follow: I would I could see this Taborer, +He layes it on + + Trin. Wilt come? +Ile follow Stephano. + +Exeunt. + + +Scena Tertia. + +Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzallo, Adrian, Francisco, +&c. + + Gon. By'r lakin, I can goe no further, Sir, +My old bones akes: here's a maze trod indeede +Through fourth-rights, & Meanders: by your patience, +I needes must rest me + + Al. Old Lord, I cannot blame thee, +Who, am my selfe attach'd with wearinesse +To th' dulling of my spirits: Sit downe, and rest: +Euen here I will put off my hope, and keepe it +No longer for my Flatterer: he is droun'd +Whom thus we stray to finde, and the Sea mocks +Our frustrate search on land: well, let him goe + + Ant. I am right glad, that he's so out of hope: +Doe not for one repulse forgoe the purpose +That you resolu'd t' effect + + Seb. The next aduantage will we take throughly + + Ant. Let it be to night, +For now they are oppress'd with trauaile, they +Will not, nor cannot vse such vigilance +As when they are fresh. + +Solemne and strange Musicke: and Prosper on the top (inuisible:) +Enter seuerall strange shapes, bringing in a Banket; and dance +about it with +gentle actions of salutations, and inuiting the King, &c. to eate, +they +depart. + + Seb. I say to night: no more + + Al. What harmony is this? my good friends, harke + + Gon. Maruellous sweet Musicke + + Alo. Giue vs kind keepers, heaue[n]s: what were these? + + Seb. A liuing Drolerie: now I will beleeue +That there are Vnicornes: that in Arabia +There is one Tree, the Phoenix throne, one Phoenix +At this houre reigning there + + Ant. Ile beleeue both: +And what do's else want credit, come to me +And Ile besworne 'tis true: Trauellers nere did lye, +Though fooles at home condemne 'em + + Gon. If in Naples +I should report this now, would they beleeue me? +If I should say I saw such Islands; +(For certes, these are people of the Island) +Who though they are of monstrous shape, yet note +Their manners are more gentle, kinde, then of +Our humaine generation you shall finde +Many, nay almost any + + Pro. Honest Lord, +Thou hast said well: for some of you there present; +Are worse then diuels + + Al. I cannot too much muse +Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound expressing +(Although they want the vse of tongue) a kinde +Of excellent dumbe discourse + + Pro. Praise in departing + + Fr. They vanish'd strangely + + Seb. No matter, since +They haue left their Viands behinde; for wee haue stomacks. +Wilt please you taste of what is here? + + Alo. Not I + + Gon. Faith Sir, you neede not feare: when wee were Boyes +Who would beleeue that there were Mountayneeres, +Dew-lapt, like Buls, whose throats had hanging at 'em +Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men +Whose heads stood in their brests? which now we finde +Each putter out of fiue for one, will bring vs +Good warrant of + + Al. I will stand to, and feede, +Although my last, no matter, since I feele +The best is past: brother: my Lord, the Duke, +Stand too, and doe as we. + +Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariell (like a Harpey) claps his +wings vpon +the Table, and with a quient deuice the Banquet vanishes. + + Ar. You are three men of sinne, whom destiny +That hath to instrument this lower world, +And what is in't: the neuer surfeited Sea, +Hath caus'd to belch vp you: and on this Island, +Where man doth not inhabit, you 'mongst men, +Being most vnfit to liue: I haue made you mad; +And euen with such like valour, men hang, and drowne +Their proper selues: you fooles, I and my fellowes +Are ministers of Fate, the Elements +Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well +Wound the loud windes, or with bemockt-at-Stabs +Kill the still closing waters, as diminish +One dowle that's in my plumbe: My fellow ministers +Are like-invulnerable: if you could hurt, +Your swords are now too massie for your strengths, +And will not be vplifted: But remember +(For that's my businesse to you) that you three +From Millaine did supplant good Prospero, +Expos'd vnto the Sea (which hath requit it) +Him, and his innocent childe: for which foule deed, +The Powres, delaying (not forgetting) haue +Incens'd the Seas, and Shores; yea, all the Creatures +Against your peace: Thee of thy Sonne, Alonso +They haue bereft; and doe pronounce by me +Lingring perdition (worse then any death +Can be at once) shall step, by step attend +You, and your wayes, whose wraths to guard you from, +Which here, in this most desolate Isle, else fals +Vpon your heads, is nothing but hearts-sorrow, +And a cleere life ensuing. + +He vanishes in Thunder: then (to soft Musicke.) Enter the shapes +againe, +and daunce (with mockes and mowes) and carrying out the Table. + + Pro. Brauely the figure of this Harpie, hast thou +Perform'd (my Ariell) a grace it had deuouring: +Of my Instruction, hast thou nothing bated +In what thou had'st to say: so with good life, +And obseruation strange, my meaner ministers +Their seuerall kindes haue done: my high charmes work, +And these (mine enemies) are all knit vp +In their distractions: they now are in my powre; +And in these fits, I leaue them, while I visit +Yong Ferdinand (whom they suppose is droun'd) +And his, and mine lou'd darling + + Gon. I'th name of something holy, Sir, why stand you +In this strange stare? + + Al. O, it is monstrous: monstrous: +Me thought the billowes spoke, and told me of it, +The windes did sing it to me: and the Thunder +(That deepe and dreadfull Organ-Pipe) pronounc'd +The name of Prosper: it did base my Trespasse, +Therefore my Sonne i'th Ooze is bedded; and +I'le seeke him deeper then ere plummet sounded, +And with him there lye mudded. + +Enter. + + Seb. But one feend at a time, +Ile fight their Legions ore + + Ant. Ile be thy Second. + +Exeunt. + + Gon. All three of them are desperate: their great guilt +(Like poyson giuen to worke a great time after) +Now gins to bite the spirits: I doe beseech you +(That are of suppler ioynts) follow them swiftly, +And hinder them from what this extasie +May now prouoke them to + + Ad. Follow, I pray you. + +Exeunt. omnes. + + +Actus Quartus. Scena Prima. + +Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda. + + Pro. If I haue too austerely punish'd you, +Your compensation makes amends, for I +Haue giuen you here, a third of mine owne life, +Or that for which I liue: who, once againe +I tender to thy hand: All thy vexations +Were but my trials of thy loue, and thou +Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore heauen +I ratifie this my rich guift: O Ferdinand, +Doe not smile at me, that I boast her of, +For thou shalt finde she will out-strip all praise +And make it halt, behinde her + + Fer. I doe beleeue it +Against an Oracle + + Pro. Then, as my guest, and thine owne acquisition +Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But +If thou do'st breake her Virgin-knot, before +All sanctimonious ceremonies may +With full and holy right, be ministred, +No sweet aspersion shall the heauens let fall +To make this contract grow; but barraine hate, +Sower-ey'd disdaine, and discord shall bestrew +The vnion of your bed, with weedes so loathly +That you shall hate it both: Therefore take heede, +As Hymens Lamps shall light you + + Fer. As I hope +For quiet dayes, faire Issue, and long life, +With such loue, as 'tis now the murkiest den, +The most opportune place, the strongst suggestion, +Our worser Genius can, shall neuer melt +Mine honor into lust, to take away +The edge of that dayes celebration, +When I shall thinke, or Phoebus Steeds are founderd, +Or Night kept chain'd below + + Pro. Fairely spoke; +Sit then, and talke with her, she is thine owne; +What Ariell; my industrious serua[n]t Ariell. + +Enter Ariell. + + Ar. What would my potent master? here I am + + Pro. Thou, and thy meaner fellowes, your last seruice +Did worthily performe: and I must vse you +In such another tricke: goe bring the rabble +(Ore whom I giue thee powre) here, to this place: +Incite them to quicke motion, for I must +Bestow vpon the eyes of this yong couple +Some vanity of mine Art: it is my promise, +And they expect it from me + + Ar. Presently? + + Pro. I: with a twincke + + Ar. Before you can say come, and goe, +And breathe twice; and cry, so, so: +Each one tripping on his Toe, +Will be here with mop, and mowe. +Doe you loue me Master? no? + + Pro. Dearely, my delicate Ariell: doe not approach +Till thou do'st heare me call + + Ar. Well: I conceiue. + +Enter. + + Pro. Looke thou be true: doe not giue dalliance +Too much the raigne: the strongest oathes, are straw +To th' fire ith' blood: be more abstenious, +Or else good night your vow + + Fer. I warrant you, Sir, +The white cold virgin Snow, vpon my heart +Abates the ardour of my Liuer + + Pro. Well. +Now come my Ariell, bring a Corolary, +Rather then want a Spirit; appear, & pertly. + +Soft musick. + +No tongue: all eyes: be silent. + +Enter Iris. + + Ir. Ceres, most bounteous Lady, thy rich Leas +Of Wheate, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oates and Pease; +Thy Turphie-Mountaines, where liue nibling Sheepe, +And flat Medes thetchd with Stouer, them to keepe: +Thy bankes with pioned, and twilled brims +Which spungie Aprill, at thy hest betrims; +To make cold Nymphes chast crownes; & thy broomegroues; +Whose shadow the dismissed Batchelor loues, +Being lasse-lorne: thy pole-clipt vineyard, +And thy Sea-marge stirrile, and rockey-hard, +Where thou thy selfe do'st ayre, the Queene o'th Skie, +Whose watry Arch, and messenger, am I. +Bids thee leaue these, & with her soueraigne grace, + +Iuno descends. + +Here on this grasse-plot, in this very place +To come, and sport: here Peacocks flye amaine: +Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertaine. + +Enter Ceres. + + Cer. Haile, many-coloured Messenger, that nere +Do'st disobey the wife of Iupiter: +Who, with thy saffron wings, vpon my flowres +Diffusest hony drops, refreshing showres, +And with each end of thy blew bowe do'st crowne +My boskie acres, and my vnshrubd downe, +Rich scarph to my proud earth: why hath thy Queene +Summond me hither, to this short gras'd Greene? + + Ir. A contract of true Loue, to celebrate, +And some donation freely to estate +On the bles'd Louers + + Cer. Tell me heauenly Bowe, +If Venus or her Sonne, as thou do'st know, +Doe now attend the Queene? since they did plot +The meanes, that duskie Dis, my daughter got, +Her, and her blind-Boyes scandald company, +I haue forsworne + + Ir. Of her societie +Be not afraid: I met her deitie +Cutting the clouds towards Paphos: and her Son +Doue-drawn with her: here thought they to haue done +Some wanton charme, vpon this Man and Maide, +Whose vowes are, that no bed-right shall be paid +Till Hymens Torch be lighted: but in vaine, +Marses hot Minion is returnd againe, +Her waspish headed sonne, has broke his arrowes, +Swears he will shoote no more, but play with Sparrows, +And be a Boy right out + + Cer. Highest Queene of State, +Great Iuno comes, I know her by her gate + + Iu. How do's my bounteous sister? goe with me +To blesse this twaine, that they may prosperous be, +And honourd in their Issue. + +They sing. + + Iu. Honor, riches, marriage, blessing, +Long continuance, and encreasing, +Hourely ioyes, be still vpon you, +Iuno sings her blessings on you. +Earths increase, foyzon plentie, +Barnes, and Garners, neuer empty. +Vines, with clustring bunches growing, +Plants, with goodly burthen bowing: +Spring come to you at the farthest, +In the very end of Haruest. +Scarcity and want shall shun you, +Ceres blessing so is on you + + Fer. This is a most maiesticke vision, and +Harmonious charmingly: may I be bold +To thinke these spirits? + + Pro. Spirits, which by mine Art +I haue from their confines call'd to enact +My present fancies + + Fer. Let me liue here euer, +So rare a wondred Father, and a wise +Makes this place Paradise + + Pro. Sweet now, silence: +Iuno and Ceres whisper seriously, +There's something else to doe: hush, and be mute +Or else our spell is mar'd. + +Iuno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment. + + Iris. You Nimphs cald Nayades of y windring brooks, +With your sedg'd crownes, and euer-harmelesse lookes, +Leaue your crispe channels, and on this green-Land +Answere your summons, Iuno do's command. +Come temperate Nimphes, and helpe to celebrate +A Contract of true Loue: be not too late. + +Enter Certaine Nimphes. + +You Sun-burn'd Sicklemen of August weary, +Come hether from the furrow, and be merry, +Make holly day: your Rye-straw hats put on, +And these fresh Nimphes encounter euery one +In Country footing. + +Enter certaine Reapers (properly habited:) they ioyne with the +Nimphes, +in a gracefull dance, towards the end whereof, Prospero starts +sodainly +and speakes, after which to a strange hollow and confused noyse, +they +heauily vanish. + + Pro. I had forgot that foule conspiracy +Of the beast Calliban, and his confederates +Against my life: the minute of their plot +Is almost come: Well done, auoid: no more + + Fer. This is strange: your fathers in some passion +That workes him strongly + + Mir. Neuer till this day +Saw I him touch'd with anger, so distemper'd + + Pro. You doe looke (my son) in a mou'd sort, +As if you were dismaid: be cheerefull Sir, +Our Reuels now are ended: These our actors, +(As I foretold you) were all Spirits, and +Are melted into Ayre, into thin Ayre, +And like the baselesse fabricke of this vision +The Clowd-capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces, +The solemne Temples, the great Globe it selfe, +Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolue, +And like this insubstantiall Pageant faded +Leaue not a racke behinde: we are such stuffe +As dreames are made on; and our little life +Is rounded with a sleepe: Sir, I am vext, +Beare with my weakenesse, my old braine is troubled: +Be not disturb'd with my infirmitie, +If you be pleas'd, retire into my Cell, +And there repose, a turne or two, Ile walke +To still my beating minde + + Fer. Mir. We wish your peace. + +Enter. + + Pro. Come with a thought; I thank thee Ariell: come. + +Enter Ariell. + + Ar. Thy thoughts I cleaue to, what's thy pleasure? + + Pro. Spirit: We must prepare to meet with Caliban + + Ar. I my Commander, when I presented Ceres +I thought to haue told thee of it, but I fear'd +Least I might anger thee + + Pro. Say again, where didst thou leaue these varlots? + + Ar. I told you Sir, they were red-hot with drinking, +So full of valour, that they smote the ayre +For breathing in their faces: beate the ground +For kissing of their feete; yet alwaies bending +Towards their proiect: then I beate my Tabor, +At which like vnback't colts they prickt their eares, +Aduanc'd their eye-lids, lifted vp their noses +As they smelt musicke, so I charm'd their eares +That Calfe-like, they my lowing follow'd, through +Tooth'd briars, sharpe firzes, pricking gosse, & thorns, +Which entred their fraile shins: at last I left them +I'th' filthy mantled poole beyond your Cell, +There dancing vp to th' chins, that the fowle Lake +Ore-stunck their feet + + Pro. This was well done (my bird) +Thy shape inuisible retaine thou still: +The trumpery in my house, goe bring it hither +For stale to catch these theeues + + Ar. I go, I goe. + +Enter. + + Pro. A Deuill, a borne-Deuill, on whose nature +Nurture can neuer sticke: on whom my paines +Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost, +And, as with age, his body ouglier growes, +So his minde cankers: I will plague them all, +Euen to roaring: Come, hang on them this line. + +Enter Ariell, loaden with glistering apparell, &c. Enter Caliban, +Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet. + + Cal. Pray you tread softly, that the blinde Mole may +not heare a foot fall: we now are neere his Cell + + St. Monster, your Fairy, w you say is a harmles Fairy, +Has done little better then plaid the Iacke with vs + + Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-pisse, at which +My nose is in great indignation + + Ste. So is mine. Do you heare Monster: If I should +Take a displeasure against you: Looke you + + Trin. Thou wert but a lost Monster + + Cal. Good my Lord, giue me thy fauour stil, +Be patient, for the prize Ile bring thee too +Shall hudwinke this mischance: therefore speake softly, +All's husht as midnight yet + + Trin. I, but to loose our bottles in the Poole + + Ste. There is not onely disgrace and dishonor in that +Monster, but an infinite losse + + Tr. That's more to me then my wetting: +Yet this is your harmlesse Fairy, Monster + + Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, +Though I be o're eares for my labour + + Cal. Pre-thee (my King) be quiet. Seest thou heere +This is the mouth o'th Cell: no noise, and enter: +Do that good mischeefe, which may make this Island +Thine owne for euer, and I thy Caliban +For aye thy foot-licker + + Ste. Giue me thy hand, +I do begin to haue bloody thoughts + + Trin. O King Stephano, O Peere: O worthy Stephano, +Looke what a wardrobe heere is for thee + + Cal. Let it alone thou foole, it is but trash + + Tri. Oh, ho, Monster: wee know what belongs to a +frippery, O King Stephano + + Ste. Put off that gowne (Trinculo) by this hand Ile +haue that gowne + + Tri. Thy grace shall haue it + + Cal. The dropsie drowne this foole, what doe you meane +To doate thus on such luggage? let's alone +And doe the murther first: if he awake, +From toe to crowne hee'l fill our skins with pinches, +Make vs strange stuffe + + Ste. Be you quiet (Monster) Mistris line, is not this +my Ierkin? how is the Ierkin vnder the line: now Ierkin +you are like to lose your haire, & proue a bald Ierkin + + Trin. Doe, doe; we steale by lyne and leuell, and't +like your grace + + Ste. I thank thee for that iest; heer's a garment for't: +Wit shall not goe vn-rewarded while I am King of this +Country: Steale by line and leuell, is an excellent passe +of pate: there's another garment for't + + Tri. Monster, come put some Lime vpon your fingers, +and away with the rest + + Cal. I will haue none on't: we shall loose our time, +And all be turn'd to Barnacles, or to Apes +With foreheads villanous low + + Ste. Monster, lay to your fingers: helpe to beare this +away, where my hogshead of wine is, or Ile turne you +out of my kingdome: goe to, carry this + + Tri. And this + + Ste. I, and this. + +A noyse of Hunters heard. Enter diuers Spirits in shape of Dogs +and +Hounds, hunting them about: Prospero and Ariel setting them on. + + Pro. Hey Mountaine, hey + + Ari. Siluer: there it goes, Siluer + + Pro. Fury, Fury: there Tyrant, there: harke, harke. +Goe, charge my Goblins that they grinde their ioynts +With dry Convultions, shorten vp their sinewes +With aged Cramps, & more pinch-spotted make them, +Then Pard, or Cat o' Mountaine + + Ari. Harke, they rore + + Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this houre +Lies at my mercy all mine enemies: +Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou +Shalt haue the ayre at freedome: for a little +Follow, and doe me seruice. + +Exeunt. + + +Actus quintus: Scoena Prima. + +Enter Prospero (in his Magicke robes) and Ariel. + + Pro. Now do's my Proiect gather to a head: +My charmes cracke not: my Spirits obey, and Time +Goes vpright with his carriage: how's the day? + + Ar. On the sixt hower, at which time, my Lord +You said our worke should cease + + Pro. I did say so, +When first I rais'd the Tempest: say my Spirit, +How fares the King, and's followers? + + Ar. Confin'd together +In the same fashion, as you gaue in charge, +Iust as you left them; all prisoners Sir +In the Line-groue which weather-fends your Cell, +They cannot boudge till your release: The King, +His Brother, and yours, abide all three distracted, +And the remainder mourning ouer them, +Brim full of sorrow, and dismay: but chiefly +Him that you term'd Sir, the good old Lord Gonzallo, +His teares runs downe his beard like winters drops +From eaues of reeds: your charm so strongly works 'em +That if you now beheld them, your affections +Would become tender + + Pro. Dost thou thinke so, Spirit? + + Ar. Mine would, Sir, were I humane + + Pro. And mine shall. +Hast thou (which art but aire) a touch, a feeling +Of their afflictions, and shall not my selfe, +One of their kinde, that rellish all as sharpely, +Passion as they, be kindlier mou'd then thou art? +Thogh with their high wrongs I am strook to th' quick, +Yet, with my nobler reason, gainst my furie +Doe I take part: the rarer Action is +In vertue, then in vengeance: they, being penitent, +The sole drift of my purpose doth extend +Not a frowne further: Goe, release them Ariell, +My Charmes Ile breake, their sences Ile restore, +And they shall be themselues + + Ar. Ile fetch them, Sir. + +Enter. + + Pro. Ye Elues of hils, brooks, sta[n]ding lakes & groues, +And ye, that on the sands with printlesse foote +Doe chase the ebbingNeptune, and doe flie him +When he comes backe: you demy-Puppets, that +By Moone-shine doe the greene sowre Ringlets make, +Whereof the Ewe not bites: and you, whose pastime +Is to make midnight-Mushrumps, that reioyce +To heare the solemne Curfewe, by whose ayde +(Weake Masters though ye be) I haue bedymn'd +The Noone-tide Sun, call'd forth the mutenous windes, +And twixt the greene Sea, and the azur'd vault +Set roaring warre: To the dread ratling Thunder +Haue I giuen fire, and rifted Ioues stowt Oke +With his owne Bolt: The strong bass'd promontorie +Haue I made shake, and by the spurs pluckt vp +The Pyne, and Cedar. Graues at my command +Haue wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth +By my so potent Art. But this rough Magicke +I heere abiure: and when I haue requir'd +Some heauenly Musicke (which euen now I do) +To worke mine end vpon their Sences, that +This Ayrie-charme is for, I'le breake my staffe, +Bury it certaine fadomes in the earth, +And deeper then did euer Plummet sound +Ile drowne my booke. + +Solemne musicke. + +Heere enters Ariel before: Then Alonso with a franticke gesture, +attended +by Gonzalo. Sebastian and Anthonio in like manner attended by +Adrian and +Francisco: They all enter the circle which Prospero had made, and +there +stand charm'd: which Prospero obseruing, speakes. + +A solemne Ayre, and the best comforter, +To an vnsetled fancie, Cure thy braines +(Now vselesse) boile within thy skull: there stand +For you are Spell-stopt. +Holy Gonzallo, Honourable man, +Mine eyes ev'n sociable to the shew of thine +Fall fellowly drops: The charme dissolues apace, +And as the morning steales vpon the night +(Melting the darkenesse) so their rising sences +Begin to chace the ignorant fumes that mantle +Their cleerer reason. O good Gonzallo +My true preseruer, and a loyall Sir, +To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces +Home both in word, and deede: Most cruelly +Did thou Alonso, vse me, and my daughter: +Thy brother was a furtherer in the Act, +Thou art pinch'd for't now Sebastian. Flesh, and bloud, +You, brother mine, that entertaine ambition, +Expelld remorse, and nature, whom, with Sebastian +(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong) +Would heere haue kill'd your King: I do forgiue thee, +Vnnaturall though thou art: Their vnderstanding +Begins to swell, and the approching tide +Will shortly fill the reasonable shore +That now ly foule, and muddy: not one of them +That yet lookes on me, or would know me: Ariell, +Fetch me the Hat, and Rapier in my Cell, +I will discase me, and my selfe present +As I was sometime Millaine: quickly Spirit, +Thou shalt ere long be free. + +Ariell sings, and helps to attire him. + +Where the Bee sucks, there suck I, +In a Cowslips bell, I lie, +There I cowch when Owles doe crie, +On the Batts backe I doe flie +after Sommer merrily. +Merrily, merrily, shall I liue now, +Vnder the blossom that hangs on the Bow + + Pro. Why that's my dainty Ariell: I shall misse +Thee, but yet thou shalt haue freedome: so, so, so, +To the Kings ship, inuisible as thou art, +There shalt thou finde the Marriners asleepe +Vnder the Hatches: the Master and the Boat-swaine +Being awake, enforce them to this place; +And presently, I pre'thee + + Ar. I drinke the aire before me, and returne +Or ere your pulse twice beate. + +Enter. + + Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement +Inhabits heere: some heauenly power guide vs +Out of this fearefull Country + + Pro. Behold Sir King +The wronged Duke of Millaine, Prospero: +For more assurance that a liuing Prince +Do's now speake to thee, I embrace thy body, +And to thee, and thy Company, I bid +A hearty welcome + + Alo. Where thou bee'st he or no, +Or some inchanted triflle to abuse me, +(As late I haue beene) I not know: thy Pulse +Beats as of flesh, and blood: and since I saw thee, +Th' affliction of my minde amends, with which +I feare a madnesse held me: this must craue +(And if this be at all) a most strange story. +Thy Dukedome I resigne, and doe entreat +Thou pardon me my wrongs: But how shold Prospero +Be liuing, and be heere? + + Pro. First, noble Frend, +Let me embrace thine age, whose honor cannot +Be measur'd, or confin'd + + Gonz. Whether this be, +Or be not, I'le not sweare + + Pro. You doe yet taste +Some subtleties o'th' Isle, that will nor let you +Beleeue things certaine: Wellcome, my friends all, +But you, my brace of Lords, were I so minded +I heere could plucke his Highnesse frowne vpon you +And iustifie you Traitors: at this time +I will tell no tales + + Seb. The Diuell speakes in him: + + Pro. No: +For you (most wicked Sir) whom to call brother +Would euen infect my mouth, I do forgiue +Thy rankest fault; all of them: and require +My Dukedome of thee, which, perforce I know +Thou must restore + + Alo. If thou beest Prospero +Giue vs particulars of thy preseruation, +How thou hast met vs heere, whom three howres since +Were wrackt vpon this shore? where I haue lost +(How sharp the point of this remembrance is) +My deere sonne Ferdinand + + Pro. I am woe for't, Sir + + Alo. Irreparable is the losse, and patience +Saies, it is past her cure + + + Pro. I rather thinke +You haue not sought her helpe, of whose soft grace +For the like losse, I haue her soueraigne aid, +And rest my selfe content + + Alo. You the like losse? + + Pro. As great to me, as late, and supportable +To make the deere losse, haue I meanes much weaker +Then you may call to comfort you; for I +Haue lost my daughter + + Alo. A daughter? +Oh heauens, that they were liuing both in Naples +The King and Queene there, that they were, I wish +My selfe were mudded in that oozie bed +Where my sonne lies: when did you lose your daughter? + + Pro. In this last Tempest. I perceiue these Lords +At this encounter doe so much admire, +That they deuoure their reason, and scarce thinke +Their eies doe offices of Truth: Their words +Are naturall breath: but howsoeu'r you haue +Beene iustled from your sences, know for certain +That I am Prospero, and that very Duke +Which was thrust forth of Millaine, who most strangely +Vpon this shore (where you were wrackt) 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 break-fast, nor +Befitting this first meeting: Welcome, Sir; +This Cell's my Court: heere haue I few attendants, +And Subiects none abroad: pray you looke in: +My Dukedome since you haue giuen me againe, +I will requite you with as good a thing, +At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye +As much, as me my Dukedome. + +Here Prospero discouers Ferdinand and Miranda, playing at +Chesse. + + Mir. Sweet Lord, you play me false + + Fer. No my dearest loue, +I would not for the world + + Mir. Yes, for a score of Kingdomes, you should wrangle, +And I would call it faire play + + Alo. If this proue +A vision of the Island, one deere Sonne +Shall I twice loose + + Seb. A most high miracle + + Fer. Though the Seas threaten they are mercifull, +I haue curs'd them without cause + + Alo. Now all the blessings +Of a glad father, compasse thee about: +Arise, and say how thou cam'st heere + + Mir. O wonder! +How many goodly creatures are there heere? +How beauteous mankinde is? O braue new world +That has such people in't + + Pro. 'Tis new to thee + + Alo. What is this Maid, with whom thou was't at play? +Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three houres: +Is she the goddesse that hath seuer'd vs, +And brought vs thus together? + + Fer. Sir, she is mortall; +But by immortall prouidence, she's mine; +I chose her when I could not aske my Father +For his aduise: nor thought I had one: She +Is daughter to this famous Duke of Millaine, +Of whom, so often I haue heard renowne, +But neuer saw before: of whom I haue +Receiu'd a second life; and second Father +This Lady makes him to me + + Alo. I am hers. +But O, how odly will it sound, that I +Must aske my childe forgiuenesse? + + Pro. There Sir stop, +Let vs not burthen our remembrances, with +A heauinesse that's gon + + Gon. I haue inly wept, +Or should haue spoke ere this: looke downe you gods +And on this couple drop a blessed crowne; +For it is you, that haue chalk'd forth the way +Which brought vs hither + + Alo. I say Amen, Gonzallo + + Gon. Was Millaine thrust from Millaine, that his Issue +Should become Kings of Naples? O reioyce +Beyond a common ioy, and set it downe +With gold on lasting Pillers: In one voyage +Did Claribell her husband finde at Tunis, +And Ferdinand her brother, found a wife, +Where he himselfe was lost: Prospero, his Dukedome +In a poore Isle: and all of vs, our selues, +When no man was his owne + + Alo. Giue me your hands: +Let griefe and sorrow still embrace his heart, +That doth not wish you ioy + + Gon. Be it so, Amen. + +Enter Ariell, with the Master and Boatswaine amazedly following. + +O looke Sir, looke Sir, here is more of vs: +I prophesi'd, if a Gallowes were on Land +This fellow could not drowne: Now blasphemy, +That swear'st Grace ore-boord, not an oath on shore, +Hast thou no mouth by land? +What is the newes? + + Bot. The best newes is, that we haue safely found +Our King, and company: The next: our Ship, +Which but three glasses since, we gaue out split, +Is tyte, and yare, and brauely rig'd, as when +We first put out to Sea + + Ar. Sir, all this seruice +Haue I done since I went + + Pro. My tricksey Spirit + + Alo. These are not naturall euents, they strengthen +From strange, to stranger: say, how came you hither? + + Bot. If I did thinke, Sir, I were well awake, +I'ld striue to tell you: we were dead of sleepe, +And (how we know not) all clapt vnder hatches, +Where, but euen now, with strange, and seuerall noyses +Of roring, shreeking, howling, gingling chaines, +And mo diuersitie of sounds, all horrible. +We were awak'd: straight way, at liberty; +Where we, in all our trim, freshly beheld +Our royall, good, and gallant Ship: our Master +Capring to eye her: on a trice, so please you, +Euen in a dreame, were we diuided from them, +And were brought moaping hither + + Ar. Was't well done? + + Pro. Brauely (my diligence) thou shalt be free + + Alo. This is as strange a Maze, as ere men trod, +And there is in this businesse, more then nature +Was euer conduct of: some Oracle +Must rectifie our knowledge + + Pro. Sir, my Leige, +Doe not infest your minde, with beating on +The strangenesse of this businesse, at pickt leisure +(Which shall be shortly single) I'le resolue you, +(Which to you shall seeme probable) of euery +These happend accidents: till when, be cheerefull +And thinke of each thing well: Come hither Spirit, +Set Caliban, and his companions free: +Vntye the Spell: How fares my gracious Sir? +There are yet missing of your Companie +Some few odde Lads, that you remember not. + +Enter Ariell, driuing in Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo in their +stolne +Apparell. + + Ste. Euery man shift for all the rest, and let +No man take care for himselfe; for all is +But fortune: Coragio Bully-Monster Coragio + + Tri. If these be true spies which I weare in my head, +here's a goodly sight + + Cal. O Setebos, these be braue Spirits indeede: +How fine my Master is? I am afraid +He will chastise me + + Seb. Ha, ha: +What things are these, my Lord Anthonio? +Will money buy em? + + Ant. Very like: one of them +Is a plaine Fish, and no doubt marketable + + Pro. Marke but the badges of these men, my Lords, +Then say if they be true: This mishapen knaue; +His Mother was a Witch, and one so strong +That could controle the Moone; make flowes, and ebs, +And deale in her command, without her power: +These three haue robd me, and this demy-diuell; +(For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them +To take my life: two of these Fellowes, you +Must know, and owne, this Thing of darkenesse, I +Acknowledge mine + + Cal. I shall be pincht to death + + Alo. Is not this Stephano, my drunken Butler? + + Seb. He is drunke now; +Where had he wine? + + Alo. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they +Finde this grand Liquor that hath gilded 'em? +How cam'st thou in this pickle? + + Tri. I haue bin in such a pickle since I saw you last, +That I feare me will neuer out of my bones: +I shall not feare fly-blowing + + Seb. Why how now Stephano? + + Ste. O touch me not, I am not Stephano, but a Cramp + + Pro. You'ld be King o'the Isle, Sirha? + + Ste. I should haue bin a sore one then + + Alo. This is a strange thing as ere I look'd on + + Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his Manners +As in his shape: Goe Sirha, to my Cell, +Take with you your Companions: as you looke +To haue my pardon, trim it handsomely + + Cal. I that I will: and Ile be wise hereafter, +And seeke for grace: what a thrice double Asse +Was I to take this drunkard for a god? +And worship this dull foole? + + Pro. Goe to, away + + Alo. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it + + Seb. Or stole it rather + + Pro. Sir, I inuite your Highnesse, and your traine +To my poore Cell: where you shall take your rest +For this one night, which part of it, Ile waste +With such discourse, as I not doubt, shall make it +Goe quicke away: The story of my life, +And the particular accidents, gon by +Since I came to this Isle: And in the morne +I'le bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, +Where I haue hope to see the nuptiall +Of these our deere-belou'd, solemnized, +And thence retire me to my Millaine, where +Euery third thought shall be my graue + + Alo. I long +To heare the story of your life; which must +Take the eare strangely + + Pro. I'le deliuer all, +And promise you calme Seas, auspicious gales, +And saile, so expeditious, that shall catch +Your Royall fleete farre off: My Ariel; chicke +That is thy charge: Then to the Elements +Be free, and fare thou well: please you draw neere. + +Exeunt. omnes. + + +EPILOGVE, spoken by Prospero. + +Now my Charmes are all ore-throwne, +And what strength I haue's mine owne. +Which is most faint: now 'tis true +I must be heere confinde by you, +Or sent to Naples, Let me not +Since I haue my Dukedome got, +And pardon'd the deceiuer, dwell +In this bare Island, by your Spell, +But release me from my bands +With the helpe of your good hands: +Gentle breath of yours, my Sailes +Must fill, or else my proiect failes, +Which was to please: Now I want +Spirits to enforce: Art to inchant, +And my ending is despaire, +Vnlesse I be relieu'd by praier +Which pierces so, that it assaults +Mercy it selfe, and frees all faults. +As you from crimes would pardon'd be, +Let your Indulgence set me free. + +Exit. + + +The Scene, an vn-inhabited Island + +Names of the Actors. + +Alonso, K. of Naples: +Sebastian his Brother. +Prospero, the right Duke of Millaine. +Anthonio his brother, the vsurping Duke of Millaine. +Ferdinand, Son to the King of Naples. +Gonzalo, an honest old Councellor. +Adrian, & Francisco, Lords. +Caliban, a saluage and deformed slaue. +Trinculo, a Iester. +Stephano, a drunken Butler. +Master of a Ship. +Boate-Swaine. +Marriners. +Miranda, daughter to Prospero. +Ariell, an ayrie spirit. +Iris +Ceres + Iuno + Nymphes + Reapers + Spirits. + +FINIS. + + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 2235 *** |