The Tempest (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tempest.¶Ste. Put off that gowne (Trinculo) by this hand Ile
¶haue that gowne.
¶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,
¶my Ierkin? now is the Ierkin vnder the line: now Ier-
¶kin you are like to lose your haire, & proue a bald Ierkin.
¶like your grace.
¶Wit shall not goe vn-rewarded while I am King of this
¶of pate: there's another garment for't.
1920gers, and away with the rest.
¶And all be turn'd to Barnacles, or to Apes
¶With foreheads villanous low.
1925away, 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.
¶Pro. Hey Mountaine, hey.
¶Ari. Siluer: there it goes, Siluer.
¶Pro. Fury, Fury: there Tyrant, there: harke, harke.
1935Goe, charge my Goblins that they grinde their ioynts
¶With aged Cramps, & more pinch-spotted make them,
¶Then Pard, or Cat o' Mountaine.
¶Ari. Harke, they rore.
¶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.
1945
Actus quintus: Scœna 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?
¶How fares the King, and's followers?
1955Ar. Confin'd together
¶In the Line-groue which weather-fends your Cell,
¶They cannot boudge till your release: The King,
1960His Brother, and yours, abide all three distracted,
¶And the remainder mourning ouer them,
¶Him that you term'd Sir, the good old Lord Gonzallo,
¶His teares runs downe his beard like winters drops
¶That if you now beheld them, your affections
¶Would become tender.
¶Ar. Mine would, Sir, were I humane.
¶Hast thou (which art but aire) a touch, a feeling
1975Thogh with their high wrongs I am strook to th'quick,
¶Doe I take part: the rarer Action is
¶In vertue, then in vengeance: they, being penitent,
1980Not a frowne further: Goe, release them Ariell,
¶Doe chase the ebbing-Neptune, and doe flie him
¶When he comes backe: you demy-Puppets, that
1990Is to make midnight-Mushrumps, that reioyce
¶(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
1995Set roaring warre: To the dread ratling Thunder
¶Haue I giuen fire, and rifted Ioues stowt Oke
¶The Pyne, and Cedar. Graues at my command
2000Haue 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
2005This 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 ge-
2015To an vnsetled fancie, Cure thy braines
¶For you are Spell-stopt.
¶Holy Gonzallo, Honourable man,
¶And as the morning steales vpon the night
¶Begin to chace the ignorant fumes that mantle
¶Their cleerer reason. O good Gonzallo
2025My true preseruer, and a loyall Sir,
¶To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
¶Home both in word, and deede: Most cruelly
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