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5Boatswain!

Here, master. What cheer?

Good. Speak to the mariners. Fall 8to it yarely or we run ourselves aground. 9Bestir! Bestir!

Heigh, my hearts! Cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! 12Yare, yare. Take in the topsail! Tend to the master's 13whistle. [To the storm] Blow till thou burst thy wind if room 14enough!

Good boatswain, have care. Where's the 18master? Play the men.

I pray now, keep below.

Where is the master, boatswain?

Do you not hear him? You mar our labor. 22Keep your cabins! You do assist the storm.

Nay, good, be patient.

When the sea is. Hence! What cares these 25roarers for the name of King? To cabin! Silence: trouble 26us not.

Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

None that I more love than myself. You are 29a counselor -- if you can command these elements to 30silence and work the peace of the present, we will not 31hand a rope more. Use your authority; if you cannot, 32give thanks you have lived so long, and make 33yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the 34hour if it so hap. [To Mariners] Cheerly, good hearts! [To Courtiers] Out of our 35way, I say!

I have great comfort from this fellow. Methinks 37he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion 38is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his 39hanging. Make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our 40own doth little advantage. If he be not born to be 41hanged, our case is miserable.

Down with the topmast! Yare: lower, lower. 44Bring her to try with main-course!

46A plague upon this howling; they are louder than the weather 47or our office. Yet again? What do you here? Shall we 48give over and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

A pox on your throat, you bawling, 50blasphemous, uncharitable dog!

Work you, then!

Hang, cur. Hang, you whoreson, insolent 53noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

I'll warrant him for drowning, though the 55ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as 56an unstanched wench.

Lay her ahold, ahold: set her two courses off 58to sea again. Lay her off!

All lost! To prayers, to prayers! All lost!

What, must our mouths be cold?

The King and prince at prayers. Let's assist them, 63for our case is as theirs.

I am out of patience.

We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. 66This wide-chopped rascal! [To Boatswain] Would thou mightst lie 67drowning the washing of ten tides.

He'll be hanged yet,

1.1.3669Though every drop of water swear against it

1.1.3770And gape at wid'st to glut him.

And gape at wid'st to glut him. 71Mercy on us!

We split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children!

1.1.3973Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we split!

Let's all sink wi'th' King.

Let's take leave of him.

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea 77for an acre of barren ground -- long heath, brown 78furze, anything. The wills above be done, but I would 79fain die a dry death.

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If by your art, my dearest father, you have

1.2.383Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.

1.2.484The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch

1.2.585But that the sea, mounting to th'welkin's cheek,

1.2.686Dashes the fire out. Oh! I have suffered

1.2.787With those that I saw suffer. A brave vessel

1.2.888(Who had no doubt some noble creature in her)

1.2.989Dashed all to pieces. Oh, the cry did knock

1.2.1090Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perished.

1.2.1191Had I been any god of power, I would

1.2.1292Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere

1.2.1393It should the good ship so have swallowed and

1.2.1494The fraughting souls within her.

The fraughting souls within her. Be collected.

1.2.1596No more amazement; tell your piteous heart

1.2.1697There's no harm done.

There's no harm done. Oh, woe the day!

There's no harm done. Oh, woe the day! No harm!

1.2.17100I have done nothing but in care of thee --

1.2.18101Of thee my dear one, thee my daughter -- who

1.2.19102Art ignorant of what thou art, not knowing

1.2.20103Of whence I am, nor that I am more better

1.2.21104Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,

1.2.22105And thy no greater father.

And thy no greater father. More to know

1.2.23107Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Did never meddle with my thoughts. 'Tis time

1.2.24109I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand

1.2.25110And pluck my magic garment from me. So

1.2.26111Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.

1.2.27112The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touched

1.2.28113The very virtue of compassion in thee,

1.2.29114I have, with such provision in mine art,

1.2.30115So safely ordered that there is no soul

1.2.31116(No, not so much perdition as an hair!)

1.2.32117Betide to any creature in the vessel

1.2.33118Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down,

1.2.34119For thou must now know farther.

For thou must now know farther. You have often

1.2.35121Begun to tell me what I am, but stopped

1.2.36122And left me to a bootless inquisition,

1.2.37123Concluding, "Stay -- not yet."

Concluding, "Stay -- not yet." The hour's now come.

1.2.38125The very minute bids thee ope thine ear:

1.2.39126Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember

1.2.40127A time before we came unto this cell?

1.2.41128I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not

1.2.42129Out three years old.

Out three years old. Certainly, sir, I can.

By what? By any other house or person?

1.2.44132Of anything the image tell me that

1.2.45133Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Hath kept with thy remembrance. 'Tis far off --

1.2.46135And rather like a dream than an assurance

1.2.47136That my remembrance warrants. Had I not

1.2.48137Four or five women once that tended me?

Thou had'st, and more, Miranda. But how is it

1.2.50139That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else

1.2.51140In the dark backward and abysm of time?

1.2.52141If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here,

1.2.53142How thou cam'st here, thou mayst.

How thou cam'st here, thou mayst. But that I do not.

Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since,

1.2.55145Thy father was the Duke of Milan and

1.2.56146A prince of power.

A prince of power. Sir, are not you my father?

Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and

1.2.58149She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father

1.2.59150Was Duke of Milan -- and his only heir

1.2.60151And princess no worse issued.

And princess no worse issued. Oh, the heavens!

1.2.61153What foul play had we that we came from thence --

1.2.62154Or blessèd was't we did?

Or blessèd was't we did? Both, both, my girl.

1.2.63156By foul play (as thou say'st) were we heaved thence,

1.2.64157But blessedly holp hither.

But blessedly holp hither. Oh, my heart bleeds

1.2.65159To think o'th'teen that I have turned you to,

1.2.66160Which is from my remembrance. Please you, farther.

My brother and thy uncle, called Antonio --

1.2.68162I pray thee, mark me, that a brother should

1.2.69163Be so perfidious! -- he whom, next thyself,

1.2.70164Of all the world I loved, and to him put

1.2.71165The manage of my state as, at that time,

1.2.72166Through all the seigniories, it was the first,

1.2.73167And Prospero, the prime duke, being so reputed

1.2.74168In dignity, and for the liberal arts

1.2.75169Without a parallel (those being all my study),

1.2.76170The government I cast upon my brother,

1.2.77171And to my state grew stranger, being transported

1.2.78172And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle --

1.2.79173Dost thou attend me?

Dost thou attend me? Sir, most heedfully --

Being once perfected how to grant suits

1.2.81176(How to deny them, who t'advance, and who

1.2.82177To trash for over-topping), new created

1.2.83178The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed'em,

1.2.84179Or else new formed them; having both the key

1.2.85180Of officer and office, set all hearts i'th'state

1.2.86181To what tune pleased his ear, that now he was

1.2.87182The ivy which had hid my princely trunk

1.2.88183And sucked my verdure out on't -- thou attend'st not.

O good sir, I do.

O good sir, I do. I pray thee, mark me!

1.2.90186I (thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated

1.2.91187To closeness and the bettering of my mind

1.2.92188With that which, but by being so retired,

1.2.93189O'er-prized all popular rate) in my false brother

1.2.94190Awaked an evil nature, and my trust,

1.2.95191Like a good parent, did beget of him

1.2.96192A falsehood in its contrary as great

1.2.97193As my trust was, which had indeed no limit --

1.2.98194A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,

1.2.99195Not only with what my revenue yielded

1.2.100196But what my power might else exact like one

1.2.101197Who, having into truth by telling of it,

1.2.102198Made such a sinner of his memory

1.2.103199To credit his own lie, he did believe

1.2.104200He was indeed the duke out o'th'substitution

1.2.105201And executing the outward face of royalty

1.2.106202With all prerogative; hence, his ambition growing --

1.2.107203Dost thou hear?

Dost thou hear? Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

To have no screen between this part he played

1.2.109206And him he played it for -- he needs will be

1.2.110207Absolute Milan. Me (poor man), my library

1.2.111208Was dukedom large enough. Of temporal royalties

1.2.112209He thinks me now incapable. Confederates

1.2.113210(So dry he was for sway) wi'th' King of Naples

1.2.114211To give him annual tribute, do him homage,

1.2.115212Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend

1.2.116213The dukedom, yet unbowed (alas, poor Milan!),

1.2.117214To most ignoble stooping.

To most ignoble stooping. Oh, the heavens!

Mark his condition and th'event, then tell me

1.2.119217If this might be a brother.

If this might be a brother. I should sin

1.2.120219To think but nobly of my grandmother:

1.2.121220Good wombs have born bad sons.

Good wombs have born bad sons. Now the condition:

1.2.122222This King of Naples, being an enemy

1.2.123223To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit,

1.2.124224Which was that he (in lieu o'th'premises

1.2.125225Of homage and I know not how much tribute)

1.2.126226Should presently extirpate me and mine

1.2.127227Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan,

1.2.128228With all the honors, on my brother -- whereon,

1.2.129229A treacherous army levied, one midnight

1.2.130230Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open

1.2.131231The gates of Milan, and i'th'dead of darkness

1.2.132232The ministers for the purpose hurried thence

1.2.133233Me and thy crying self.

Me and thy crying self. Alack, for pity!

1.2.134235I, not remembering how I cried out then,

1.2.135236Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint

1.2.136237That wrings mine eyes to't.

That wrings mine eyes to't. Hear a little further,

1.2.137239And then I'll bring thee to the present business

1.2.138240Which now's upon's, without the which this story

1.2.139241Were most impertinent.

Were most impertinent. Wherefore did they not

1.2.140243That hour destroy us?

That hour destroy us? Well demanded, wench.

1.2.141245My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,

1.2.142246So dear the love my people bore me, nor set

1.2.143247A mark so bloody on the business, but

1.2.144248With colors fairer, painted their foul ends.

1.2.145249In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,

1.2.146250Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepared

1.2.147251A rotten carcass of a butt: not rigged,

1.2.148252Nor tackle, sail, nor mast. The very rats

1.2.149253Instinctively have quit it. There they hoist us

1.2.150254To cry to th'sea that roared to us, to sigh

1.2.151255To th'winds, whose pity, sighing back again,

1.2.152256Did us but loving wrong.

Did us but loving wrong. Alack, what trouble

1.2.153258Was I then to you?

Was I then to you? Oh, a cherubin

1.2.154260Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile,

1.2.155261Infusèd with a fortitude from heaven

1.2.156262(When I have decked the sea with drops full salt

1.2.157263Under my burden groaned), which raised in me

1.2.158264An undergoing stomach to bear up

1.2.159265Against what should ensue.

How came we ashore?

How came we ashore? By providence divine.

1.2.161268Some food we had and some fresh water that

1.2.162269A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

1.2.163270Out of his charity (who being then appointed

1.2.164271Master of this design) did give us, with

1.2.165272Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,

1.2.166273Which since have steaded much. So of his gentleness,

1.2.167274Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me

1.2.168275From mine own library with volumes that

1.2.169276I prize above my dukedom.

I prize above my dukedom. Would I might

1.2.170278But ever see that man.

But ever see that man. Now I arise.

1.2.171280Sit still and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.

1.2.172281Here in this island we arrived, and here

1.2.173282Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit

1.2.174283Than other princes can that have more time

1.2.175284For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.

Heavens thank you for't! And now I pray you, sir,

1.2.177286For still 'tis beating in my mind: your reason

1.2.178287For raising this sea-storm?

For raising this sea-storm? Know thus far forth:

1.2.179289By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune

1.2.180290(Now, my dear lady!) hath mine enemies

1.2.181291Brought to this shore, and by my prescience

1.2.182292I find my zenith doth depend upon

1.2.183293A most auspicious star, whose influence

1.2.184294If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes

1.2.185295Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions.

1.2.186296Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dullness,

1.2.187297And give it way. I know thou canst not choose.

1.2.188298Come away, servant, come, I am ready now.

1.2.189299Approach, my Ariel, come.

All hail, great master! Grave sir, hail! I come

1.2.192301To answer thy best pleasure, be't to fly,

1.2.193302To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

1.2.194303On the curled clouds. To thy strong bidding, task

1.2.195304Ariel and all his quality!

Ariel and all his quality! Hast thou, spirit,

1.2.196306Performed to point the tempest that I bade thee?

To every article.

1.2.198308I boarded the King's ship -- now on the beak,

1.2.199309Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,

1.2.200310I flamed amazement. Sometime I'ld divide

1.2.201311And burn in many places. On the topmast,

1.2.202312The yards and bowsprit would I flame distinctly,

1.2.203313Then meet and join. Jove's lightning, the precursors

1.2.204314O'th'dreadful thunderclaps, more momentary

1.2.205315And sight out-running were not. The fire and cracks

1.2.206316Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune

1.2.207317Seemed to besiege and made his bold waves tremble --

1.2.208318Yea, his dread trident shake!

Yea, his dread trident shake! My brave spirit,

1.2.209320Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil

1.2.210321Would not infect his reason?

Would not infect his reason? Not a soul

1.2.211323But felt a fever of the mad, and played

1.2.212324Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners

1.2.213325Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel;

1.2.214326Then all afire with me, the King's son, Ferdinand,

1.2.215327With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair!)

1.2.216328Was the first man that leapt, cried, "Hell is empty,

1.2.217329And all the devils are here!"

And all the devils are here!" Why, that's my spirit!

1.2.218331But was not this nigh shore?

But was not this nigh shore? Close by, my master.

But are they, Ariel, safe?

But are they, Ariel, safe? Not a hair perished;

1.2.220335On their sustaining garments, not a blemish,

1.2.221336But fresher than before. And as thou bad'st me,

1.2.222337In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.

1.2.223338The King's son have I landed by himself,

1.2.224339Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs

1.2.225340In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,

1.2.226341His arms in this sad knot.

His arms in this sad knot. Of the King's ship,

1.2.227343The mariners -- say how thou hast disposed,

1.2.228344And all the rest o'th'fleet.

And all the rest o'th'fleet. Safely in harbor

1.2.229346Is the King's ship, in the deep nook, where once

1.2.230347Thou called me up at midnight to fetch dew

1.2.231348From the still-vexed Bermudas, there she's hid.

1.2.232349The mariners all under hatches stowed,

1.2.233350Who, with a charm joined to their suffered labor,

1.2.234351I have left asleep; and for the rest o'th'fleet,

1.2.235352Which I dispersed, they all have met again

1.2.236353And are upon the Mediterranean float,

1.2.237354Bound sadly home for Naples,

1.2.238355Supposing that they saw the King's ship wracked

1.2.239356And his great person perish.

And his great person perish. Ariel, thy charge

1.2.240358Exactly is performed -- but there's more work.

1.2.241359What is the time o'th'day?

What is the time o'th'day? Past the mid season.

At least two glasses -- the time 'twixt six and now --

1.2.243362Must by us both be spent most preciously.

Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,

1.2.245364Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,

1.2.246365Which is not yet performed me.

Which is not yet performed me. How now? Moody?

1.2.247367What is't thou canst demand?

What is't thou canst demand? My liberty.

Before the time be out? No more!

Before the time be out? No more! I prithee,

1.2.249371Remember I have done thee worthy service,

1.2.250372Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served

1.2.251373Without or grudge or grumblings. Thou did promise

1.2.252374To bate me a full year.

To bate me a full year. Dost thou forget

1.2.253376From what a torment I did free thee?

From what a torment I did free thee? No.

Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze

1.2.255378Of the salt deep,

1.2.256379To run upon the sharp wind of the north,

1.2.257380To do me business in the veins o'th'earth

1.2.258381When it is baked with frost.

When it is baked with frost. I do not, sir.

Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot

1.2.260384The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy

1.2.261385Was grown into a hoop? Hast thou forgot her?

No, sir.

Thou hast. Where was she born? Speak: tell me.

Sir, in Algiers.

Sir, in Algiers. Oh, was she so? I must

1.2.265390Once in a month recount what thou hast been,

1.2.266391Which thou forget'st. This damned witch Sycorax,

1.2.267392For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible

1.2.268393To enter human hearing, from Algiers

1.2.269394Thou know'st was banished. For one thing she did,

1.2.270395They would not take her life. Is not this true?

Ay, sir.

This blue-eyed hag was hither brought, with child,

1.2.273397And here was left by th'sailors. Thou, my slave,

1.2.274398As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant;

1.2.275399And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate

1.2.276400To act her earthy and abhorred commands,

1.2.277401Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,

1.2.278402By help of her more potent ministers

1.2.279403And her most unmitigable rage,

1.2.280404Into a cloven pine, within which rift

1.2.281405Imprisoned, thou didst painfully remain

1.2.282406A dozen years, within which space she died

1.2.283407And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans

1.2.284408As fast as millwheels strike. Then was this island

1.2.285409(Save for the son that she did litter here,

1.2.286410A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honored with

1.2.287411A human shape.

A human shape. Yes -- Caliban, her son.

Dull thing, I say so -- he, that Caliban,

1.2.289414Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st

1.2.290415What torment I did find thee in: thy groans

1.2.291416Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts

1.2.292417Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment

1.2.293418To lay upon the damned, which Sycorax

1.2.294419Could not again undo. It was mine art,

1.2.295420When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape

1.2.296421The pine and let thee out.

The pine and let thee out. I thank thee, master.

If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak

1.2.298424And peg thee in his knotty entrails till

1.2.299425Thou hast howled away twelve winters.

Thou hast howled away twelve winters. Pardon, master.

1.2.300427I will be correspondent to command

1.2.301428And do my spriting gently.

And do my spriting gently. Do so, and after two days

1.2.302430I will discharge thee.

I will discharge thee. That's my noble master!

1.2.303432What shall I do? Say what. What shall I do?

Go make thyself like a nymph o'th'sea.

1.2.305434Be subject to no sight but thine and mine, invisible

1.2.306435To every eyeball else. Go take this shape

1.2.307436And hither come in't. Go hence

1.2.308437With diligence.

1.2.310438Awake, dear heart, awake, thou hast slept well,

1.2.311439Awake.

Awake. The strangeness of your story put

1.2.312441Heaviness in me.

Heaviness in me. Shake it off. Come on,

1.2.313443We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never

1.2.314444Yields us kind answer.

'Tis a villain, sir, I do not love to look on.

But as 'tis,

1.2.317447We cannot miss him; he does make our fire,

1.2.318448Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices

1.2.319449That profit us. What ho! Slave Caliban!

1.2.320450Thou earth, thou, speak!

Thou earth, thou, speak! (within) There's wood enough within.

Come forth, I say, there's other business for thee.

1.2.322453Come, thou tortoise, when!

Come, thou tortoise, when! 454Fine apparition, my quaint Ariel:

1.2.323455Hark in thine ear.

Hark in thine ear. My Lord, it shall be done.

Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself

1.2.326458Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed

1.2.329460With raven's feather from unwholesome fen

1.2.330461Drop on you both! A southwest blow on ye

1.2.331462And blister you all over.

For this be sure: tonight thou shalt have cramps,

1.2.333464Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins

1.2.334465Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,

1.2.335466All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched

1.2.336467As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging

1.2.337468Than bees that made them.

Than bees that made them. I must eat my dinner.

1.2.338470This island's mine by Sycorax, my mother,

1.2.339471Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st first,

1.2.340472Thou strok'st me and made much of me, wouldst give me

1.2.341473Water with berries in't, and teach me how

1.2.342474To name the bigger light and how the less

1.2.343475That burn by day and night. And then I loved thee

1.2.344476And showed thee all the qualities o'th'isle:

1.2.345477The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.

1.2.346478Cursed be I that did so! All the charms

1.2.347479Of Sycorax -- toads, beetles, bats light on you!

1.2.348480For I am all the subjects that you have,

1.2.349481Which first was mine own King; and here you sty me

1.2.350482In this hard rock whiles you do keep from me

1.2.351483The rest o'th'island.

The rest o'th'island. Thou most lying slave,

1.2.352485Whom stripes may move, not kindness -- I have used thee

1.2.353486(Filth as thou art) with human care, and lodged thee

1.2.354487In mine own cell till thou didst seek to violate

1.2.355488The honor of my child.

Oh ho! Oh ho! Would't had been done!

1.2.357490Thou didst prevent me. I had peopled else

1.2.358491This isle with Calibans.

This isle with Calibans. Abhorrèd slave,

1.2.359493Which any print of goodness wilt not take,

1.2.360494Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,

1.2.361495Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour

1.2.362496One thing or other when thou didst not, savage,

1.2.363497Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like

1.2.364498A thing most brutish. I endowed thy purposes

1.2.365499With words that made them known, but thy wild race

1.2.366500(Though thou didst learn) had that in't which good natures

1.2.367501Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou

1.2.368502Deservedly confined into this rock,

1.2.369503Who hadst deserved more than a prison.

You taught me language, and my profit on't

1.2.371505Is -- I know how to curse. The red plague rid you

1.2.372506For learning me your language.

For learning me your language. Hag-seed, hence!

1.2.373508Fetch us in fuel, and be quick. Thou'rt best

1.2.374509To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?

1.2.375510If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly

1.2.376511What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,

1.2.377512Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar

1.2.378513That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

That beasts shall tremble at thy din. No, pray thee.

1.2.379515[Aside] I must obey; his art is of such power

1.2.380516It would control my dam's god Setebos

1.2.381517And make a vassal of him.

And make a vassal of him. So, slave, hence.

Where should this music be? I'th'air or th'earth?

1.2.398531It sounds no more, and sure it waits upon

1.2.399532Some god o'th'island. Sitting on a bank,

1.2.400533Weeping again the King my father's wrack,

1.2.401534This music crept by me upon the waters,

1.2.402535Allaying both their fury and my passion

1.2.403536With its sweet air; thence I have followed it

1.2.404537(Or it hath drawn me, rather), but 'tis gone.

1.2.405538No, it begins again!

The ditty does remember my drowned father.

1.2.416549This is no mortal business, nor no sound

1.2.417550That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.

[To Miranda] The fringèd curtains of thine eye advance,

1.2.419552And say what thou seest yond.

And say what thou seest yond. What is't, a spirit?

1.2.420554Lord, how it looks about. Believe me, sir,

1.2.421555It carries a brave form, but 'tis a spirit.

No, wench, it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses

1.2.423557As we have such. This gallant which thou seest

1.2.424558Was in the wrack, and but he's something stained

1.2.425559With grief (that's beauty's canker), thou mightst call him

1.2.426560A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows,

1.2.427561And strays about to find'em.

And strays about to find'em. I might call him

1.2.428563A thing divine, for nothing natural

1.2.429564I ever saw so noble.

I ever saw so noble. [Aside] It goes on, I see,

1.2.430566As my soul prompts it. [To Ariel] Spirit, fine spirit, I'll free thee

1.2.431567Within two days for this.

Within two days for this. Most sure, the goddess

1.2.432569On whom these airs attend. [To Miranda] Vouchsafe my prayer

1.2.433570May know if you remain upon this island,

1.2.434571And that you will some good instruction give

1.2.435572How I may bear me here. My prime request,

1.2.436573Which I do last pronounce, is (O you wonder!)

1.2.437574If you be maid or no?

If you be maid or no? No wonder, sir,

1.2.438576But certainly a maid.

But certainly a maid. My language! Heavens!

1.2.439578I am the best of them that speak this speech,

1.2.440579Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Were I but where 'tis spoken. How? The best?

1.2.441581What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee?

A single thing, as I am now, that wonders

1.2.443583To hear thee speak of Naples; he does hear me,

1.2.444584And that he does, I weep. Myself am Naples,

1.2.445585Who with mine eyes (never since at ebb) beheld

1.2.446586The King my father wracked.

The King my father wracked. Alack, for mercy!

Yes, faith, and all his lords, the Duke of Milan

1.2.448589And his brave son being twain.

And his brave son being twain. [Aside] The Duke of Milan

1.2.449591And his more braver daughter could control thee

1.2.450592If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight

1.2.451593They have changed eyes. [To Ariel] Delicate Ariel,

1.2.452594I'll set thee free for this. [To Ferdinand] A word good, sir --

1.2.453595I fear you have done yourself some wrong. A word.

[Aside] Why speaks my father so ungently? This

1.2.455597Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first

1.2.456598That e'er I sighed for; pity move my father

1.2.457599To be inclined my way.

To be inclined my way. Oh, if a virgin

1.2.458601And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you

1.2.459602The Queen of Naples!

The Queen of Naples! Soft, sir, one word more.

1.2.460604[Aside] They are both in either's powers, but this swift business

1.2.461605I must uneasy make, lest too light winning

1.2.462606Make the prize light. [To Ferdinand] One word more: I charge thee

1.2.463607That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp

1.2.464608The name thou ow'st not, and hast put thyself

1.2.465609Upon this island as a spy to win it

1.2.466610From me, the Lord on't.

From me, the Lord on't. No, as I am a man.

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.

1.2.468613If the ill spirit have so fair a house,

1.2.469614Good things will strive to dwell with't.

Good things will strive to dwell with't. [To Ferdinand] Follow me.

1.2.470616[To Miranda] Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. [To Ferdinand] Come,

1.2.471617I'll manacle thy neck and feet together;

1.2.472618Sea water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be

1.2.473619The fresh-brook mussels, withered roots, and husks

1.2.474620Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow. No.

1.2.475622I will resist such entertainment till

1.2.476623Mine enemy has more power.

Mine enemy has more power. O dear father,

1.2.477626Make not too rash a trial of him, for

1.2.478627He's gentle and not fearful.

He's gentle and not fearful. What, I say?

1.2.479629My foot, my tutor? [To Ferdinand] Put thy sword up, traitor,

1.2.480630Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike. Thy conscience

1.2.481631Is so possessed with guilt. Come from thy ward,

1.2.482632For I can here disarm thee with this stick

1.2.483633And make thy weapon drop.

And make thy weapon drop. Beseech you, father!

Hence! Hang not on my garments.

Hence! Hang not on my garments. Sir, have pity --

1.2.485637I'll be his surety.

I'll be his surety. Silence! One word more

1.2.486639Shall make me chide thee if not hate thee. What,

1.2.487640An advocate for an impostor? Hush.

1.2.488641Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,

1.2.489642Having seen but him and Caliban. Foolish wench,

1.2.490643To th'most of men this is a Caliban,

1.2.491644And they to him are angels.

And they to him are angels. My affections

1.2.492646Are then most humble; I have no ambition

1.2.493647To see a goodlier man.

To see a goodlier man. [To Ferdinand] Come on, obey!

1.2.494649Thy nerves are in their infancy again

1.2.495650And have no vigor in them.

And have no vigor in them. So they are.

1.2.496652My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up:

1.2.497653My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,

1.2.498654The wrack of all my friends, nor this man's threats

1.2.499655To whom I am subdued, are but light to me.

1.2.500656Might I, but through my prison, once a day

1.2.501657Behold this maid, all corners else o'th'earth

1.2.502658Let liberty make use of -- space enough

1.2.503659Have I in such a prison.

Have I in such a prison. [Aside] It works! [To Ferdinand] Come on!

1.2.504661[To Ariel] Thou hast done well, fine Ariel; follow me:

1.2.505662Hark what thou else shalt do me.

Hark what thou else shalt do me. [To Ferdinand] Be of comfort --

1.2.506664My father's of a better nature, sir,

1.2.507665Than he appears by speech. This is unwonted

1.2.508666Which now came from him.

Which now came from him. [To Ariel] Thou shalt be as free

1.2.509668As mountain winds, but then exactly do

1.2.510669All points of my command.

All points of my command. To th'syllable.

[To Ferdinand] Come, follow. [To Miranda] Speak not for him!

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[To Alonso] Beseech you, sir: be merry. You have cause --

2.1.3676So have we all -- of joy, for our escape

2.1.4677Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe

2.1.5678Is common: every day, some sailor's wife,

2.1.6679The masters of some merchant, and the merchant

2.1.7680Have just our theme of woe -- but for the miracle

2.1.8681(I mean our preservation), few in millions

2.1.9682Can speak like us. Then wisely, good sir, weigh

2.1.10683Our sorrow with our comfort.

Our sorrow with our comfort. Prithee, peace.

[To Antonio] He receives comfort like cold porridge.

The visitor will not give him o'er so.

Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit;

2.1.14688By and by it will strike.

Sir --

Sir -- One. Tell.

Sir -- One. Tell. When every grief is entertained

2.1.16692That's offered, comes to th'entertainer --

That's offered, comes to th'entertainer -- A dollar.

Dolor comes to him indeed -- you have spoken 695truer than you purposed.

You have taken it wiselier than I meant you 697should.

Therefore, my Lord --

Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue.

[To Gonzalo] I prithee, spare.

Well, I have done. But yet --

He will be talking.

Which of he or Adrian, for a good wager, 704first begins to crow?

The old cock.

The cockerel.

Done. The wager?

A laughter.

A match!

Though this island seem to be desert --

Ha, ha, ha!

[To Antonio] So, you're paid.

Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible --

Yet --

Yet --

He could not miss it.

It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate 718temperance.

Temperance was a delicate wench.

Ay, and a subtle, as he most learnedly delivered.

The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.

As if it had lungs -- and rotten ones.

Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

Here is everything advantageous to life.

True, save means to live.

Of that there's none or little.

How lush and lusty the grass looks. 728How green!

The ground indeed is tawny.

With an eye of green in it.

He misses not much.

No, he doth but mistake the truth totally.

But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost 734beyond credit.

As many vouched rarities are.

That our garments, being as they were drenched 737in the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and 738glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with salt 739water.

If but one of his pockets could speak, would 741it not say he lies?

Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.

Methinks our garments are now as fresh as 744when we put them on first in Africa at the marriage 745of the King's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.

'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in 747our return.

Tunis was never graced before with such a 749paragon to their queen.

Not since widow Dido's time.

Widow? A pox on that! How came that 752widow in? Widow Dido!

What if he had said "widower Aeneas", too? 754Good Lord, how you take it!

"Widow Dido", said you? You make me study 756of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.

This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.

Carthage?

I assure you -- Carthage.

His word is more than the miraculous harp.

He hath raised the wall and houses too.

What impossible matter will he make easy next?

I think he will carry this island home in his 763pocket and give it his son for an apple.

And sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring 765forth more islands.

Ay --

Why, in good time.

[To Alonso] Sir, we were talking that our garments seem 768now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage 769of your daughter, who is now queen.

And the rarest that e'er came there.

Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.

Oh, widow Dido? Ay, widow Dido!

[To Alonso] Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I 774wore it -- I mean, in a sort?

That sort was well fished for.

When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?

You cram these words into mine ears against

2.1.81778The stomach of my sense. Would I had never

2.1.82779Married my daughter there, for coming thence

2.1.83780My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,

2.1.84781Who is so far from Italy removed,

2.1.85782I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir

2.1.86783Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish

2.1.87784Hath made his meal on thee?

Hath made his meal on thee? Sir, he may live.

2.1.88786I saw him beat the surges under him

2.1.89787And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,

2.1.90788Whose enmity he flung aside, and brested

2.1.91789The surge most swoll'n that met him. His bold head

2.1.92790'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oared

2.1.93791Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke

2.1.94792To th'shore that o'er his wave-worn basis bowed

2.1.95793As stooping to relieve him -- I not doubt

2.1.96794He came alive to land.

He came alive to land. No, no, he's gone!

Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss,

2.1.98797That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,

2.1.99798But rather loose her to an African,

2.1.100799Where she at least is banished from your eye,

2.1.101800Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.

Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. Prithee, peace.

You were kneeled to and importuned otherwise

2.1.103803By all of us, and the fair soul herself

2.1.104804Weighed between loathness and obedience, at

2.1.105805Which end o'th'beam should bow. We have lost your son,

2.1.106806I fear, forever; Milan and Naples have

2.1.107807More widows in them of this business' making

2.1.108808Than we bring men to comfort them --

2.1.109809The fault's your own.

The fault's your own. So is the dear'st o'th'loss.

My Lord Sebastian,

2.1.111812The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness

2.1.112813And time to speak it in; you rub the sore

2.1.113814When you should bring the plaster.

When you should bring the plaster. Very well.

And most chirurgeonly.

[To Alonso] It is foul weather in us all, good sir,

2.1.116817When you are cloudy.

When you are cloudy. Foul weather?

When you are cloudy. Foul weather? Very foul.

Had I plantation of this isle, my Lord --

He'd sow't with nettle-seed.

He'd sow't with nettle-seed. Or docks or mallows.

And were the King on't, what would I do?

'Scape being drunk for want of wine.

I'th'commonwealth I would by contraries

2.1.122825Execute all things, for no kind of traffic

2.1.123826Would I admit: no name of magistrate;

2.1.124827Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,

2.1.125828And use of service, none; contract, succession,

2.1.126829Bourne, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;

2.1.127830No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;

2.1.128831No occupation -- all men idle all,

2.1.129832And women too, but innocent and pure;

2.1.130833No sovereignty --

No sovereignty -- Yet he would be King on't!

The latter end of his commonwealth forgets 836the beginning.

All things in common nature should produce

2.1.133838Without sweat or endeavor. Treason, felony,

2.1.134839Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine

2.1.135840Would I not have; but nature should bring forth

2.1.136841Of its own kind all foison, all abundance,

2.1.137842To feed my innocent people.

No marrying 'mong his subjects?

None, man, all idle -- whores and knaves.

I would, with such perfection, govern, sir,

2.1.141846T'excel the Golden Age.

T'excel the Golden Age. 'Save his majesty.

Long live Gonzalo!

Long live Gonzalo! [To Alonso] And -- do you mark me, sir?

Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.

I do well believe your highness, and did it 851to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of 852such sensible and nimble lungs that they always use 853to laugh at nothing.

'Twas you we laughed at.

Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing 856to you; so you may continue and laugh at nothing still!

What a blow was there given!

And it had not fallen flat-long.

You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would 860lift the moon out of her sphere if she would continue 861in it five weeks without changing.

We would so, and then go a-bat-fowling.

Nay, good my lord, be not angry.

No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my 866discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I 867am very heavy?

Go sleep, and hear us.

What, all so soon asleep? I wish mine eyes

2.1.157870Would with themselves shut up my thoughts;

2.1.158871I find they are inclined to do so.

Please you, sir,

2.1.160873Do not omit the heavy offer of it.

2.1.161874It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, it is a comforter.

We two, my Lord, will guard your person

2.1.163876While you take your rest, and watch your safety.

Thank you -- wondrous heavy --

What a strange drowsiness possesses them.

It is the quality o'th'climate.

It is the quality o'th'climate. Why

2.1.168881Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find

2.1.169882Not myself disposed to sleep.

Nor I. My spirits are nimble.

2.1.171884They fell together all, as by consent.

2.1.172885They dropped as by a thunder-stroke. What might,

2.1.173886Worthy Sebastian? Oh, what might -- ? No more --

2.1.174887And yet methinks I see it in thy face,

2.1.175888What thou shouldst be -- th'occasion speaks thee, and

2.1.176889My strong imagination sees a crown

2.1.177890Dropping upon thy head.

Dropping upon thy head. What, art thou waking?

Do you not hear me speak?

Do you not hear me speak? I do, and surely

2.1.179894It is a sleepy language, and thou speak'st

2.1.180895Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say?

2.1.181896This is a strange repose, to be asleep

2.1.182897With eyes wide open -- standing, speaking, moving,

2.1.183898And yet so fast asleep.

And yet so fast asleep. Noble Sebastian,

2.1.184900Thou let'st thy fortune sleep (die rather); wink'st

2.1.185901Whiles thou art waking.

Whiles thou art waking. Thou dost snore distinctly --

2.1.186903There's meaning in thy snores.

I am more serious than my custom; you

2.1.188905Must be so too, if heed me, which to do

2.1.189906Trebles thee o'er.

Trebles thee o'er. Well, I am standing water.

I'll teach you how to flow.

I'll teach you how to flow. Do so; to ebb

2.1.191910Hereditary sloth instructs me.

Hereditary sloth instructs me. Oh,

2.1.192912If you but knew how you the purpose cherish

2.1.193913Whiles thus you mock it, how in stripping it

2.1.194914You more invest it! Ebbing men indeed

2.1.195915Most often do so near the bottom run

2.1.196916By their own fear or sloth.

By their own fear or sloth. Prithee, say on --

2.1.197918The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim

2.1.198919A matter from thee and a birth indeed,

2.1.199920Which throws thee much to yield.

Thus, Sir,

2.1.201922Although this Lord of weak remembrance, this

2.1.202923Who shall be of as little memory

2.1.203924When he is earthed, hath here almost persuaded

2.1.204925(For he's a spirit of persuasion, only

2.1.205926Professes to persuade) the King his son's alive,

2.1.206927'Tis as impossible that he's undrowned

2.1.207928As he that sleeps here, swims.

As he that sleeps here, swims. I have no hope

2.1.208930That he's undrowned.

That he's undrowned. Oh, out of that "no hope"

2.1.209932What great hope have you! No hope that way is,

2.1.210933Another way, so high a hope that even

2.1.211934Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond

2.1.212935But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with me

2.1.213936That Ferdinand is drowned?

He's gone.

Then tell me, who's the next heir of Naples?

Claribel.

She that is Queen of Tunis, she that dwells

2.1.218941Ten leagues beyond man's life, she that from Naples

2.1.219942Can have no note unless the sun were post

2.1.220943(The man i'th'moon's too slow) till newborn chins

2.1.221944Be rough and razorable; she that from whom

2.1.222945We all were sea-swallowed, though some cast again,

2.1.223946And by that destiny to perform an act

2.1.224947Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come

2.1.225948In yours and my discharge.

What stuff is this? How say you?

2.1.227950'Tis true my brother's daughter's Queen of Tunis;

2.1.228951So is she heir of Naples, 'twixt which regions

2.1.229952There is some space.

There is some space. A space whose every cubit

2.1.230954Seems to cry out, "how shall that Claribel

2.1.231955Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,

2.1.232956And let Sebastian wake." Say this were death

2.1.233957That now hath seized them -- why, they were no worse

2.1.234958Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples

2.1.235959As well as he that sleeps, lords that can prate

2.1.236960As amply and unnecessarily

2.1.237961As this Gonzalo. I myself could make

2.1.239962A chough of as deep chat. Oh, that you bore

2.1.240963The mind that I do -- what a sleep were this

2.1.241964For your advancement. Do you understand me?

Methinks I do.

Methinks I do. And how does your content

2.1.243967Tender your own good fortune?

Tender your own good fortune? I remember

2.1.244969You did supplant your brother Prospero.

You did supplant your brother Prospero. True,

2.1.245971And look how well my garments sit upon me

2.1.246972Much feater than before. My brother's servants

2.1.247973Were then my fellows, now they are my men.

But for your conscience?

Ay, sir, where lies that? If 'twere a kibe,

2.1.250976'Twould put me to my slipper. But I feel not

2.1.251977This deity in my bosom. Twenty consciences

2.1.252978That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they

2.1.253979And melt ere they molest. Here lies your brother,

2.1.254980No better than the earth he lies upon.

2.1.255981If he were that which now he's like, that's dead

2.1.256982(Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it,

2.1.257983Can lay to bed forever), whiles you, doing thus,

2.1.258984To the perpetual wink for aye, might put

2.1.259985This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who

2.1.260986Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,

2.1.261987They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;

2.1.262988They'll tell the clock to any business that

2.1.263989We say befits the hour.

We say befits the hour. Thy case, dear friend,

2.1.264991Shall be my precedent. As thou got'st Milan,

2.1.265992I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke

2.1.266993Shall free thee from the tribute which thou payest,

2.1.267994And I, the King, shall love thee.

And I, the King, shall love thee. Draw together,

2.1.268996And when I rear my hand, do you the like

2.1.269997To fall it on Gonzalo.

To fall it on Gonzalo. Oh, but one word --

My master, through his art, foresees the danger

2.1.2721001That you, his friend, are in, and sends me forth

2.1.2731002(For else his project dies) to keep them living.

Then let us both be sudden.

Now, good angels, preserve the King!

Why, how now, ho! Awake! Why are you drawn?

2.1.2841013Wherefore this ghastly looking?

Wherefore this ghastly looking? What's the matter?

Whiles we stood here securing your repose,

2.1.2861016Even now we heard a hollow burst of bellowing

2.1.2871017Like bulls, or rather lions -- did't not wake you?

2.1.2881018It struck mine ear most terribly.

It struck mine ear most terribly. I heard nothing.

Oh, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear,

2.1.2901021To make an earthquake! Sure it was the roar

2.1.2911022Of a whole herd of lions.

Of a whole herd of lions. Heard you this, Gonzalo?

Upon mine honor, sir, I heard a humming,

2.1.2931025And that a strange one too, which did awake me.

2.1.2941026I shook you, sir, and cried. As mine eyes opened,

2.1.2951027I saw their weapons drawn. There was a noise,

2.1.2961028That's verily. 'Tis best we stand upon our guard

2.1.2971029Or that we quit this place. Let's draw our weapons.

Lead off this ground, and let's make further search

2.1.2991031For my poor son.

For my poor son. Heavens keep him from these beasts,

2.1.3001033For he is sure i'th'island.

For he is sure i'th'island. Lead away.

Prospero my Lord shall know what I have done:

2.1.3021036So, King, go safely on to seek thy son.

1037[2.2]

All the infections that the sun sucks up

2.2.31041From bogs, fens, flats on Prosper fall and make him

2.2.41042By inchmeal a disease! His spirits hear me,

2.2.51043And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,

2.2.61044Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i'th'mire,

2.2.71045Nor lead me like a firebrand in the dark

2.2.81046Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but

2.2.91047For every trifle are they set upon me --

2.2.101048Sometimes like apes that mow and chatter at me

2.2.111049And after bite me; then like hedgehogs, which

2.2.121050Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount

2.2.131051Their pricks at my foot-fall. Sometime am I

2.2.141052All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues

2.2.151053Do hiss me into madness. Lo, now lo --

2.2.171054Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me

2.2.181055For bringing wood in slowly. I'll fall flat;

2.2.191056Perchance he will not mind me.

Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any 1058weather at all -- and another storm brewing! I hear it 1059sing in the wind. Yon same black cloud, yon huge 1060one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his 1061liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know 1062not where to hide my head; yon same cloud cannot 1063choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here -- a man 1064or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish. He smells like a fish -- a 1065very ancient and fish-like smell, a kind of not-of-the-1066newest poor-John. A strange fish. Were I in England 1067now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not 1068a holiday-fool there but would give a piece of silver. 1069There would this monster make a man. Any strange 1070beast there makes a man. When they will not give a 1071doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see 1072a dead Indian. Legged like a man, and his fins like 1073arms. Warm o'my troth -- I do now let loose my 1074opinion, hold it no longer: this is no fish but an 1075islander that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. Alas, 1076the storm is come again -- my best way is to creep 1077under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter 1078hereabout. Misery acquaints a man with strange 1079bedfellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm 1080be past.

I shall no more to sea, to sea; here shall I die ashore. 1083This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's 1084funeral. Well, here's my comfort.

2.2.341094This is a scurvy tune too, 1095but here's my comfort.

[To Stephano] Do not torment me, oh!

What's the matter? 1098Have we devils here? 1099Do you put tricks upon us with savages and men of 1100Ind? Ha! I have not escaped drowning to be afeard 1101now of your four legs, for it hath been said, "As 1102proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him 1103give ground", and it shall be said so again while 1104Stephano breathes at' nostrils.

The spirit torments me, oh!

This is some monster of the isle with four legs, 1107who hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil 1108should he learn our language? I will give him some 1109relief if it be but for that. If I can recover him, and keep 1110him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a 1111present for any emperor that ever trod on 1112neat's-leather.

Do not torment me, prithee. I'll bring my 1114wood home faster!

He's in his fit now and does not talk after the 1116wisest. He shall taste of my bottle; if he have never 1117drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit. 1118If I can recover him and keep him tame, I will not take 1119too much for him -- he shall pay for him that hath him, 1120and that soundly.

Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt 1122anon -- I know it by thy trembling. Now Prosper works 1123upon thee.

Come on your ways. Open your mouth -- here 1125is that which will give language to you, cat. Open your 1126mouth -- this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and 1127that soundly. You cannot tell who's your friend. Open 1128your chops again.

I should know that voice. 1130It should be -- 1131but he is drowned, and these are devils. O 1132defend me!

Four legs and two voices? -- a most delicate 1134monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of 1135his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches 1136and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover 1137him, I will help his ague. Come: amen, I will 1138pour some in thy other mouth.

Stephano?

Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! 1141This is a devil and no monster! I will leave him -- I 1142have no long spoon.

Stephano, if thou be'st Stephano, touch me and 1144speak to me, for I am Trinculo. Be not afeard, thy 1145good friend Trinculo.

If thou be'st Trinculo, come forth. I'll pull 1147thee by the lesser legs. If any be Trinculo's legs, 1148these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How 1149cam'st thou to be the siege of this mooncalf? Can 1150he vent Trinculos?

I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke -- but 1152art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art 1153not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me 1154under the dead mooncalf's gaberdine for fear of 1155the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, 1156two Neapolitans 'scaped!

Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach 1158is not constant.

[Aside] These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. 1160That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor. I will 1161kneel to him.

How didst thou 'scape? 1163How cam'st thou hither? 1164Swear by this bottle how thou cam'st hither -- I escaped 1165upon a butt of sack which the sailors heaved 1166o'erboard -- by this bottle, which I made of the bark of 1167a tree with mine own hands since I was cast 1168ashore.

I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true 1170subject, for the liquor is not earthly.

Here: swear then how thou escaped.

Swam ashore, man, like a duck; I can swim 1173like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Here, kiss the book. 1175Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made 1176like a goose.

O Stephano, hast any more of this?

The whole butt, man! My cellar is in a rock 1179by the seaside, where my wine is hid. 1180[To Caliban] How now mooncalf? How does thine ague?

Hast thou not dropped from heaven?

Out of the moon, I do assure thee. I was the 1183man in the moon when time was.

I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee! 1185My mistress showed me thee, and thy dog and thy bush.

Come, swear to that: kiss the book. I will 1187furnish it anon with new contents. Swear!

[To Stephano] By this good light, this is a very shallow 1189monster. I afeared of him? A very weak monster. 1190The man in the moon? 1191A most poor, credulous monster. 1192[To Caliban, who is drinking] Well drawn, monster, in good sooth.

[To Stephano]I'll show thee every fertile inch of the island, and 1194I will kiss thy foot. I prithee be my god.

By this light, a most perfidious and drunken 1196monster -- when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.

I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject.

Come on then: down and swear.

I shall laugh myself to death at this 1200puppy-headed monster, a most scurvy monster. I could find in 1201my heart to beat him.

Come, kiss.

But that the poor monster's in drink. 1204An abominable monster.

I'll show thee the best springs, I'll pluck thee 1206berries, I'll fish for thee and get thee wood enough! 1207A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! 1208I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, thou 1209wondrous man.

A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of 1211a poor drunkard.

I prithee let me bring thee where crabs grow, 1213and I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts, 1214show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how to snare 1215the nimble marmoset. I'll bring thee to clustering 1216filberts, and sometimes I'll get thee young scamels 1217from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?

Ay prithee now lead the way without any more 1219talking. Trinculo, the King and all our company else 1220being drowned, we will inherit here. Here, bear my 1221bottle, fellow Trinculo; we'll fill him by and by 1222again.

Farewell, master, farewell, farewell!

A howling monster, a drunken monster!

2.2.851231Freedom, high-day, high-day, freedom, freedom, 1232high-day, freedom!

O brave monster, lead the way!

1234[3.1]

There be some sports are painful, and their labor

3.1.31237Delight in them set off. Some kinds of baseness

3.1.41238Are nobly undergone, and most poor matters

3.1.51239Point to rich ends; this, my mean task,

3.1.61240Would be as heavy to me, as odious, but

3.1.71241The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead

3.1.81242And makes my labors pleasures. Oh, she is

3.1.91243Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed,

3.1.101244And he's composed of harshness. I must remove

3.1.111245Some thousands of these logs and pile them up

3.1.121246Upon a sore injunction. My sweet mistress

3.1.131247Weeps when she sees me work, and says such baseness

3.1.141248Had never like executor. I forget --

3.1.151249But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labors

3.1.161250Most busiliest when I do it.

Most busiliest when I do it. Alas, now pray you,

3.1.171252Work not so hard. I would the lightning had

3.1.181253Burnt up those logs that you are enjoined to pile.

3.1.191254Pray, set it down and rest you -- when this burns,

3.1.201255'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father

3.1.211256Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself.

3.1.221257He's safe for these three hours.

He's safe for these three hours. O most dear mistress,

3.1.231259The sun will set before I shall discharge

3.1.241260What I must strive to do.

What I must strive to do. If you'll sit down,

3.1.251262I'll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that;

3.1.261263I'll carry it to the pile.

I'll carry it to the pile. No, precious creature;

3.1.271265I had rather crack my sinews, break my back

3.1.281266Than you should such dishonor undergo

3.1.291267While I sit lazy by.

While I sit lazy by. It would become me

3.1.301269As well as it does you, and I should do it

3.1.311270With much more ease, for my good will is to it,

3.1.321271And yours it is against.

And yours it is against. [Aside] Poor worm, thou art infected;

3.1.331273This visitation shows it.

This visitation shows it. You look wearily.

No, noble mistress, 'tis fresh morning with me

3.1.351276When you are by at night. I do beseech you

3.1.361277(Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers),

3.1.371278What is your name?

What is your name? Miranda. [Aside] O my father,

3.1.381280I have broke your hest to say so!

I have broke your hest to say so! Admired Miranda,

3.1.391282Indeed the top of admiration, worth

3.1.401283What's dearest to the world: full many a lady

3.1.411284I have eyed with best regard, and many a time

3.1.421285Th'harmony of their tongues hath into bondage

3.1.431286Brought my too diligent ear. For several virtues

3.1.441287Have I liked several women -- never any

3.1.451288With so full soul, but some defect in her

3.1.461289Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed

3.1.471290And put it to the foil. But you, O you

3.1.481291So perfect and so peerless, are created

3.1.491292Of every creature's best.

Of every creature's best. I do not know

3.1.501294One of my sex, no woman's face remember --

3.1.511295Save, from my glass, mine own. Nor have I seen

3.1.521296More that I may call men than you, good friend,

3.1.531297And my dear father. How features are abroad

3.1.541298I am skilless of, but by my modesty

3.1.551299(The jewel in my dower), I would not wish

3.1.561300Any companion in the world but you,

3.1.571301Nor can imagination form a shape,

3.1.581302Besides yourself, to like of -- but I prattle

3.1.591303Something too wildly, and my father's precepts

3.1.601304I therein do forget.

I therein do forget. I am, in my condition,

3.1.611306A prince, Miranda, I do think a King

3.1.621307(I would not so), and would no more endure

3.1.631308This wooden slavery than to suffer

3.1.641309The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak:

3.1.651310The very instant that I saw you did

3.1.661311My heart fly to your service, there resides

3.1.671312To make me slave to it, and for your sake

3.1.681313Am I this patient log man.

Am I this patient log man. Do you love me?

O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound,

3.1.701316And crown what I profess with kind event

3.1.711317If I speak true; if hollowly, invert

3.1.721318What best is boaded me to mischief. I,

3.1.731319Beyond all limit of what else i'th'world,

3.1.741320Do love, prize, honor you.

Do love, prize, honor you. I am a fool

3.1.751322To weep at what I am glad of.

To weep at what I am glad of. [Aside] Fair encounter

3.1.761324Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace

3.1.771325On that which breeds between 'em.

On that which breeds between 'em. Wherefore weep you?

At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer

3.1.791328What I desire to give, and much less take

3.1.801329What I shall die to want. But this is trifling,

3.1.811330And all the more it seeks to hide itself,

3.1.821331The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning,

3.1.831332And prompt me, plain and holy innocence:

3.1.841333I am your wife if you will marry me --

3.1.851334If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow

3.1.861335You may deny me, but I'll be your servant

3.1.871336Whether you will or no.

Whether you will or no. My mistress dearest,

3.1.881338And I thus humble ever.

And I thus humble ever. My husband then?

Ay, with a heart as willing

3.1.901341As bondage ere of freedom: here's my hand.

And mine, with my heart in't; and now, farewell

3.1.921343Till half an hour hence.

Till half an hour hence. A thousand, thousand.

So glad of this as they I cannot be,

3.1.951346Who are surprised with all, but my rejoicing

3.1.961347At nothing can be more. I'll to my book,

3.1.971348For yet ere suppertime must I perform

3.1.981349Much business appertaining.

1350[3.2]

[To Trinculo] Tell not me! When the butt is out, we will drink 1353water, not a drop before: therefore bear up and board 1354'em. [To Caliban] Servant monster, drink to me!

Servant monster? The folly of this island! They 1356say there's but five upon this isle; we are three of them. 1357If the other two be brained like us, the state totters.

Drink, servant monster, when I bid thee; thy 1359eyes are almost set in thy head.

Where should they be set else? He were a 1361brave monster indeed if they were set in his tail.

My man-monster hath drowned his tongue in 1363sack. For my part, the sea cannot drown me. I swam, 1364ere I could recover the shore, five and thirty leagues 1365off and on. By this light, thou shalt be my lieutenant 1366monster -- or my standard.

Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.

We'll not run, Monsieur Monster.

Nor go, neither -- but you'll lie like dogs and yet 1370say nothing, neither.

Mooncalf: speak once in thy life, if thou be'st 1372a good mooncalf.

How does thy honor? Let me lick thy shoe. 1374I'll not serve him; he is not valiant.

Thou liest, most ignorant monster. I am in case 1376to jostle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish thou, 1377was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much 1378sack as I today? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being 1379but half a fish and half a monster?

Lo, how he mocks me! Wilt thou let him, my 1381Lord?

"Lord," quoth he! -- that a monster should be such 1383a natural.

Lo, lo, again! Bite him to death, I prithee.

Trinculo: keep a good tongue in your head. If 1386you prove a mutineer, the next tree! The poor 1387monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.

I thank my noble Lord. Wilt thou be pleased 1389to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?

Marry will I: kneel and repeat it. 1391I will stand and so shall Trinculo.

As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant --1394a sorcerer -- that by his cunning hath cheated me 1395of the island.

Thou liest.

[To Trinculo] Thou liest, thou jesting monkey thou! 1398I would my valiant master would destroy thee. 1399I do not lie.

Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, 1401by this hand I will supplant some of your teeth.

Why, I said nothing.

Mum, then, and no more. Proceed.

I say by sorcery he got this isle.

3.2.271405From me he got it! If thy greatness will

3.2.281406Revenge it on him -- for I know thou dar'st,

3.2.291407But this thing dare not.

That's most certain.

Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee.

How now shall this be compassed? 1411Canst thou bring me to the party?

Yea, yea, my Lord; I'll yield him thee asleep, 1413where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.

Thou liest: thou canst not.

What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy patch!

3.2.361416I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows

3.2.371417And take his bottle from him. When that's gone,

3.2.381418He shall drink nought but brine, for I'll not show him

3.2.391419Where the quick freshes are.

Trinculo, run into no further danger. 1421Interrupt the monster one word further, and by this 1422hand I'll turn my mercy out of doors and make a 1423stockfish of thee.

Why, what did I? I did nothing. 1425I'll go farther off.

Didst thou not say he lied?

Thou liest.

Do I so? Take thou that! 1429As you like this, give me the lie another time!

I did not give the lie! Out of your wits and 1431hearing too? 1432A pox on your bottle -- this can sack and drinking do. 1433A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your 1434fingers!

Ha ha ha!

Now, forward with your tale. [To Trinculo] Prithee, stand 1437further off!

Beat him enough! After a little time, 1439I'll beat him too.

Stand farther. Come, proceed.

Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him

3.2.511442I'th'afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him,

3.2.521443Having first seized his books, or with a log

3.2.531444Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,

3.2.541445Or cut his weasand with thy knife. Remember

3.2.551446First to possess his books, for without them

3.2.561447He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not

3.2.571448One spirit to command; they all do hate him

3.2.581449As rootedly as I. Burn but his books;

3.2.591450He has brave utensils, for so he calls them,

3.2.601451Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal.

3.2.611452And that most deeply to consider is

3.2.621453The beauty of his daughter -- he himself

3.2.631454Calls her a nonpareil. I never saw a woman

3.2.641455But only Sycorax, my dam, and she,

3.2.651456But she as far surpasseth Sycorax

3.2.661457As great'st does least.

As great'st does least. Is it so brave a lass?

Ay, Lord, she will become thy bed, I warrant,

3.2.681460And bring thee forth brave brood.

Monster, I will kill this man. His daughter and 1462I will be King and Queen, save our graces, and 1463Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys.

3.2.701464Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo?

Excellent.

Give me thy hand. I am sorry I beat thee; 1467but while thou liv'st, keep a good tongue in thy head.

Within this half hour will he be asleep.

3.2.741469Wilt thou destroy him then?

Wilt thou destroy him then? Ay, on mine honor.

[Aside] This will I tell my master.

Thou mak'st me merry; I am full of pleasure.

3.2.771473Let us be jocund! Will you troll the catch

3.2.781474You taught me but whilere?

At thy request, monster, I will do reason,

3.2.801476Any reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.

3.2.821478Flout'em and cout'em; and skout'em and flout'em:

3.2.831479Thought is free.

That's not the tune!

What is this same?

This is the tune of our catch, played by the 1484picture of Nobody.

If thou be'st a man, show thyself in thy likeness;

3.2.891486If thou be'st a devil, take't as thou list.

O forgive me my sins!

He that dies pays all debts. I defy thee! 1489Mercy upon us!

Art thou afeard?

No, monster, not I.

Be not afeard, the isle is full of noises,

3.2.951493Sounds, and sweet ayres that give delight and hurt not.

3.2.961494Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments

3.2.971495Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices --

3.2.981496That if I then had waked after long sleep,

3.2.991497Will make me sleep again -- and then, in dreaming,

3.2.1001498The clouds methought would open and show riches

3.2.1011499Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked

3.2.1021500I cried to dream again.

This will prove a brave kingdom to me, 1502where I shall have my music for nothing!

When Prospero is destroyed.

That shall be by and by; 1505I remember the story.

The sound is going away. 1507Let's follow it, and after do our work.

Lead, monster: 1509we'll follow. I would I could see this taborer; 1510he lays it on.

[To Caliban] Wilt come? 1512[To Stephano] I'll follow, Stephano.

1513[3.3]

By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir;

3.3.31517My old bones aches. Here's a maze trod indeed

3.3.41518Through fourth-rights and meanders. By your patience,

3.3.51519I needs must rest me.

I needs must rest me. Old lord, I cannot blame thee,

3.3.61521Who am myself attached with weariness

3.3.71522To th'dulling of my spirits. Sit down and rest.

3.3.81523Even here I will put off my hope and keep it

3.3.91524No longer for my flatterer. He is drowned

3.3.101525Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks

3.3.111526Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go.

[Aside to Sebastian] I am right glad that he's so out of hope.

3.3.131528Do not for one repulse forgo the purpose

3.3.141529That you resolved t'effect.

That you resolved t'effect. [Aside to Antonio] The next advantage

3.3.15Will we take throughly.

Will we take throughly. [Aside to Sebastian] Let it be tonight,

3.3.161532For now they are oppressed with travail; they

3.3.171533Will not nor cannot use such vigilance

3.3.181534As when they are fresh.

As when they are fresh. [Aside to Antonio] I say tonight. No more.

What harmony is this, my good friends? Hark!

Marvelous sweet music!

Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these?

A living drollery! Now I will believe

3.3.241544That there are unicorns, that in Arabia

3.3.251545There is one tree, the phoenix' throne -- one phoenix

3.3.261546At this hour reigning there.

At this hour reigning there. I'll believe both --

3.3.271548And what does else want credit, come to me,

3.3.281549And I'll be sworn 'tis true. Travelers ne'er did lie,

3.3.291550Though fools at home condemn 'em.

Though fools at home condemn 'em. If in Naples

3.3.301552I should report this now, would they believe me?

3.3.311553If I should say I saw such islanders

3.3.321554(For certes, these are people of the island),

3.3.331555Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet note

3.3.341556Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of

3.3.351557Our human generation you shall find

3.3.361558Many -- nay, almost any.

Many -- nay, almost any. [Aside] Honest Lord,

3.3.371560Thou hast said well, for some of you there present

3.3.381561Are worse than devils.

Are worse than devils. I cannot too much muse

3.3.391563Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound expressing

3.3.401564(Although they want the use of tongue) a kind

3.3.411565Of excellent dumb discourse.

Of excellent dumb discourse. [Aside] Praise in departing.

They vanished strangely.

They vanished strangely. No matter, since

3.3.431569They have left their viands behind, for we have stomachs.

3.3.441570Will't please you taste of what is here?

Will't please you taste of what is here? Not I.

Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys,

3.3.461573Who would believe that there were mountaineers

3.3.471574Dewlapped like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em

3.3.481575Wallets of flesh? Or that there were such men

3.3.491576Whose heads stood in their breasts, which now we find

3.3.501577Each putter-out of five for one will bring us

3.3.511578Good warrant of?

Good warrant of? I will stand to and feed,

3.3.521580Although my last. No matter, since I feel

3.3.531581The best is past. Brother, my Lord the Duke:

3.3.541582Stand to and do as we.

You are three men of sin, whom Destiny

3.3.571587(That hath to instrument this lower world,

3.3.581588And what is in't) the never surfeited sea

3.3.591589Hath caused to belch up you; and on this island,

3.3.601590Where man doth not inhabit, you 'mongst men,

3.3.611591Being most unfit to live, I have made you mad.

3.3.621592And even with such-like valor, men hang and drown

3.3.631593Their proper selves.

Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows

3.3.641594Are ministers of Fate. The elements

3.3.651595Of whom your swords are tempered may as well

3.3.661596Wound the loud winds, or with bemocked-at stabs

3.3.671597Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish

3.3.681598One dowl that's in my plume. My fellow ministers

3.3.691599Are like invulnerable; if you could hurt,

3.3.701600Your swords are now too massy for your strengths

3.3.711601And will not be uplifted. But remember,

3.3.721602For that's my business to you, that you three

3.3.731603From Milan did supplant good Prospero,

3.3.741604Exposed unto the sea (which hath requite it)

3.3.751605Him and his innocent child, for which foul deed

3.3.761606The powers (delaying, not forgetting) have

3.3.771607Incensed the seas and shores (yea, all the creatures!)

3.3.781608Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,

3.3.791609They have bereft, and do pronounce by me:

3.3.801610Ling'ring perdition, worse than any death

3.3.811611Can be at once, shall step by step attend

3.3.821612You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from

3.3.831613(Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls

3.3.841614Upon your heads) is nothing but heart's sorrow

3.3.851615And a clear life ensuing.

Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou

3.3.881620Performed, my Ariel. A grace it had, devouring!

3.3.891621Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated

3.3.901622In what thou hadst to say; so with good life

3.3.911623And observation strange, my meaner ministers

3.3.921624Their several kinds have done. My high charms' work,

3.3.931625And these, mine enemies, are all knit up

3.3.941626In their distractions. They now are in my power,

3.3.951627And in these fits I leave them while I visit

3.3.961628Young Ferdinand (whom they suppose is drowned)

3.3.971629And his and mine loved darling.

I'th'name of something holy, sir, why stand you

3.3.991631In this strange stare?

In this strange stare? Oh, it is monstrous, monstrous!

3.3.1001633Methought the billows spoke and told me of it;

3.3.1011634The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder,

3.3.1021635That deep and dreadful organ pipe, pronounced

3.3.1031636The name of Prosper -- it did bass my trespass.

3.3.1041637Therefore, my son i'th'ooze is bedded; and

3.3.1051638I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded,

3.3.1061639And with him there lie mudded.

But one fiend at a time,

3.3.1091641I'll fight their legions o'er.

I'll fight their legions o'er. I'll be thy second.

All three of them are desperate. Their great guilt

3.3.1121644(Like poison given to work a great time after)

3.3.1131645Now 'gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech you,

3.3.1141646That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly,

3.3.1151647And hinder them from what this ecstasy

3.3.1161648May now provoke them to.

May now provoke them to. [To remaining others] Follow, I pray you.

1650[4.1]

If I have too austerely punished you,

4.1.31653Your compensation makes amends, for I

4.1.41654Have given you here a third of mine own life,

4.1.51655Or that for which I live, who once again

4.1.61656I tender to thy hand. All thy vexations

4.1.71657Were but my trials of thy love, and thou

4.1.81658Hast strangely stood the test. Here, afore heaven,

4.1.91659I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,

4.1.101660Do not smile at me that I boast of her,

4.1.111661For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise

4.1.121662And make it halt behind her.

And make it halt behind her. I do believe it

4.1.131664Against an oracle.

Then as my gift, and thine own acquisition

4.1.151666Worthily purchased, take my daughter. But

4.1.161667If thou dost break her virgin knot before

4.1.171668All sanctimonious ceremonies may

4.1.181669With full and holy rite be ministered,

4.1.191670No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall

4.1.201671To make this contract grow; but barren hate,

4.1.211672Sour-eyed disdain, and discord shall bestrew

4.1.221673The union of your bed with weeds so loathly

4.1.231674That you shall hate it both. Therefore take heed

4.1.241675As Hymen's lamp shall light you.

As Hymen's lamp shall light you. As I hope

4.1.251677For quiet days, fair issue, and long life

4.1.261678With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den,

4.1.271679The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion

4.1.281680Our worser genius can, shall never melt

4.1.291681Mine honor into lust to take away

4.1.301682The edge of that day's celebration

4.1.311683When I shall think or Phoebus' steeds are foundered,

4.1.321684Or night kept chained below.

Or night kept chained below. Fairly spoke.

4.1.331686Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own.

4.1.341687What, Ariel! My industrious servant Ariel!

What would my potent master? Here I am.

Thou and thy meaner fellows, your last service

4.1.381690Did worthily perform, and I must use you

4.1.391691In such another trick: go bring the rabble

4.1.401692(O'er whom I give thee power) here to this place.

4.1.411693Incite them to quick motion, for I must

4.1.421694Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple

4.1.431695Some vanity of mine art; it is my promise,

4.1.441696And they expect it from me.

And they expect it from me. Presently?

Ay, with a twink.

Before you can say "come" and "go",

4.1.471700And breathe twice and cry "so, so",

4.1.481701Each one, tripping on his toe,

4.1.491702Will be here with mop and mow.

4.1.501703Do you love me, master, no?

Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approach

4.1.521705Till thou dost hear me call.

Till thou dost hear me call. Well I conceive.

[To Ferdinand] Look thou be true: do not give dalliance

4.1.551708Too much the rein. The strongest oaths are straw

4.1.561709To th'fire i'th'blood. Be more abstemious,

4.1.571710Or else good night your vow.

Or else good night your vow. I warrant you, sir,

4.1.581712The white-cold virgin snow upon my heart

4.1.591713Abates the ardor of my liver.

Abates the ardor of my liver. Well.

4.1.601715Now come, my Ariel. Bring a corollary

4.1.611716Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly!

4.1.621717No tongue -- all eyes -- be silent!

Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas

4.1.651719Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and peas;

4.1.661720Thy turfy mountains where live nibbling sheep,

4.1.671721And flat meads thatched with stover, them to keep;

4.1.681722Thy banks with pionèd and twillèd brims,

4.1.691723Which spongy April at thy hest betrims

4.1.701724To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broomgroves,

4.1.711725Whose shadow the dismissèd bachelor loves,

4.1.721726Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipped vineyard

4.1.731727And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,

4.1.741728Where thou thyself dost air: the Queen o'th'sky,

4.1.751729Whose watry arch and messenger am I,

4.1.761730Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace

4.1.771731Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,

4.1.781732To come and sport. Here peacocks fly amain.

4.1.791733Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

Hail, many-colored messenger, that ne'er

4.1.821735Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;

4.1.831736Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers

4.1.841737Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers,

4.1.851738And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown

4.1.861739My bosky acres and my unshrubbed down,

4.1.871740Rich scarf to my proud earth: why hath thy queen

4.1.881741Summoned me hither to this short-grassed green?

A contract of true love to celebrate,

4.1.901743And some donation freely to estate

4.1.911744On the blessed lovers.

On the blessed lovers. Tell me, heavenly bow,

4.1.921746If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,

4.1.931747Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot

4.1.941748The means that dusky Dis my daughter got,

4.1.951749Her and her blind boy's scandaled company

4.1.961750I have forsworn.

I have forsworn. Of her society

4.1.971752Be not afraid -- I met her deity

4.1.981753Cutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her son

4.1.991754Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done

4.1.1001755Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,

4.1.1011756Whose vows are that no bed-right shall be paid

4.1.1021757Till Hymen's torch be lighted; but in vain,

4.1.1031758Mars's hot minion is returned again;

4.1.1041759Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,

4.1.1051760Swears he will shoot no more but play with sparrows

4.1.1061761And be a boy right out.

And be a boy right out. Highest Queen of state,

4.1.1071763Great Juno comes; I know her by her gait.

How does my bounteous sister? Go with me

4.1.1091765To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be

4.1.1101766And honored in their issue.

This is a most majestic vision, and

4.1.1251780Harmonious charmingly -- may I be bold

4.1.1261781To think these spirits?

To think these spirits? Spirits, which by mine art

4.1.1271783I have from their confines called to enact

4.1.1281784My present fancies.

My present fancies. Let me live here ever --

4.1.1291786So rare a wondered father and a wise

4.1.1301787Makes this place paradise.

Makes this place paradise. Sweet, now silence;

4.1.1311789Juno and Ceres whisper seriously.

4.1.1321790There's something else to do: hush and be mute

4.1.1331791Or else our spell is marred.

You nymphs called naiads of the windering brooks,

4.1.1361794With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks:

4.1.1371795Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land

4.1.1381796Answer your summons, Juno does command.

4.1.1391797Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate

4.1.1401798A contract of true love -- be not too late.

4.1.1411800You sunburned sicklemen, of August weary:

4.1.1421801Come hither from the furrow and be merry --

4.1.1431802Make holiday! Your rye-straw hats put on,

4.1.1441803And these fresh nymphs encounter every one

4.1.1451804In country footing.

[Aside] I had forgot that foul conspiracy

4.1.1481810Of the beast Caliban and his confederates

4.1.1491811Against my life; the minute of their plot

4.1.1501812Is almost come. [To the spirits] Well done: avoid. No more.

This is strange -- your father's in some passion

4.1.1521814That works him strongly.

That works him strongly. Never till this day

4.1.1531816Saw I him touched with anger so distempered.

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

4.1.1551818As if you were dismayed. Be cheerful, sir.

4.1.1561819Our revels now are ended. These our actors,

4.1.1571820As I foretold you, were all spirits and

4.1.1581821Are melted into air -- into thin air --

4.1.1591822And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,

4.1.1601823The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,

4.1.1611824The solemn temples, the great globe itself,

4.1.1621825Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,

4.1.1631826And, like this insubstantial pageant faded

4.1.1641827Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff

4.1.1651828As dreams are made on, and our little life

4.1.1661829Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vexed,

4.1.1671830Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled.

4.1.1681831Be not disturbed with my infirmity.

4.1.1691832If you be pleased, retire into my cell

4.1.1701833And there repose. A turn or two I'll walk

4.1.1711834To still my beating mind.

To still my beating mind. We wish your peace.

[To Ariel] Come with a thought. [To Ferdinand and Miranda] I thank thee.

[To Ariel] Come with a thought. [To Ferdinand and Miranda] I thank thee. Ariel: come.

Thy thoughts I cleave to; what's thy pleasure?

Spirit, we must prepare to meet with Caliban.

Ay, my commander. When I presented Ceres

4.1.1771841I thought to have told thee of it, but I feared

4.1.1781842Lest I might anger thee.

Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?

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

4.1.1811845So full of valor that they smote the air

4.1.1821846For breathing in their faces, beat the ground

4.1.1831847For kissing of their feet, yet always bending

4.1.1841848Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor,

4.1.1851849At which like unbacked colts they pricked their ears,

4.1.1861850Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses

4.1.1871851As they smelt music -- so I charmed their ears

4.1.1881852That calf-like they my lowing followed through

4.1.1891853Toothèd briars, sharp furze, pricking gorse and thorns,

4.1.1901854Which entered their frail shins. At last I left them

4.1.1911855I'th'filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell,

4.1.1921856There dancing up to th'chins that the foul lake

4.1.1931857O'erstunk their feet.

O'erstunk their feet. This was well done, my bird.

4.1.1941859Thy shape invisible retain thou still.

4.1.1951860The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither

4.1.1961861For stale to catch these thieves.

For stale to catch these thieves. I go, I go.

A devil -- a born devil, on whose nature

4.1.1991863Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains

4.1.2001864Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost!

4.1.2011865And as with age his body uglier grows,

4.1.2021866So his mind cankers. I will plague them all

4.1.2031867Even to roaring. Come: hang them on this line.

Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may 1871not hear a footfall; we now are near his cell.

Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, 1873has done little better than played the jack with us.

Monster, I do smell all horse-piss, at which 1875my nose is in great indignation.

So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should 1877take a displeasure against you, look you --

Thou wert but a lost monster.

Good my Lord, give me thy favor still.

4.1.2111880Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to

4.1.2121881Shall hoodwink this mischance; therefore speak softly --

4.1.2131882All's hushed as midnight yet.

Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool!

There is not only disgrace and dishonor in that, 1885monster, but an infinite loss.

That's more to me than my wetting, 1887yet this is your harmless fairy, monster.

I will fetch off my bottle, 1889though I be o'er ears for my labor.

Prithee, my King, be quiet. Seest thou here;

4.1.2191891This is the mouth o'th'cell -- no noise, and enter.

4.1.2201892Do that good mischief which may make this island

4.1.2211893Thine own for ever and I, thy Caliban,

4.1.2221894For aye thy foot-licker.

For aye thy foot-licker. Give me thy hand --

4.1.2231896I do begin to have bloody thoughts.

O King Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano, 1898look what a wardrobe here is for thee!

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

Oh ho, monster! We know what belongs to a 1901frippery. O King Stephano!

Put off that gown, Trinculo! By this hand, I'll 1903have that gown.

Thy grace shall have it.

The dropsy drown this fool. What do you mean

4.1.2301906To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone

4.1.2311907And do the murder first -- if he awake,

4.1.2321908From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches,

4.1.2331909Make us strange stuff.

Be you quiet, monster. Mistress Line, is not this 1911my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line. Now, 1912jerkin, you are like to lose your hair and prove a bald jerkin.

Do, do! We steal by line and level, an't 1914like your grace.

I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't. 1916Wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this 1917country. "Steal by line and level" is an excellent pass 1918of pate -- there's another garment for't.

Monster, come put some lime upon your 1920fingers, and away with the rest.

I will have none on't -- we shall lose our time

4.1.2391922And all be turned to barnacles or to apes

4.1.2401923With foreheads villainous low.

Monster, lay to your fingers: help to bear this 1925away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you 1926out of my kingdom. Go to; carry this.

And this.

Ay, and this.

Hey, Mountain, hey!

Hey, Mountain, hey! Silver -- there it goes -- Silver!

Fury, Fury! There, Tyrant, there! Hark, hark!

4.1.2471935Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints

4.1.2481936With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews

4.1.2491937With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them

4.1.2501938Than pard or cat o'mountain.

Than pard or cat o'mountain. Hark, they roar!

Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour

4.1.2521941Lies at my mercy all mine enemies.

4.1.2531942Shortly shall all my labors end, and thou

4.1.2541943Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little,

4.1.2551944Follow, and do me service.

1945[5.1]

Now does my project gather to a head:

5.1.31948My charms crack not, my spirits obey, and time

5.1.41949Goes upright with his carriage. [To Ariel] How's the day?

On the sixth hour -- at which time, my Lord,

5.1.61951You said our work should cease.

You said our work should cease. I did say so

5.1.71953When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,

5.1.81954How fares the King and's followers?

How fares the King and's followers? Confined together

5.1.91956In the same fashion as you gave in charge,

5.1.101957Just as you left them -- all prisoners, sir,

5.1.111958In the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell;

5.1.121959They cannot budge till your release. The King,

5.1.131960His brother, and yours abide, all three distracted,

5.1.141961And the remainder mourning over them,

5.1.151962Brimful of sorrow and dismay -- but chiefly

5.1.161963Him that you termed, sir, the good old lord Gonzalo:

5.1.171964His tears runs down his beard like winter's drops

5.1.181965From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em

5.1.191966That if you now beheld them, your affections

5.1.201967Would become tender.

Would become tender. Dost thou think so, spirit?

Mine would, sir, were I human.

Mine would, sir, were I human. And mine shall.

5.1.221971Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling

5.1.231972Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,

5.1.241973One of their kind, that relish all as sharply

5.1.251974Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?

5.1.261975Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th'quick,

5.1.271976Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury

5.1.281977Do I take part. The rarer action is

5.1.291978In virtue than in vengeance; they being penitent,

5.1.301979The sole drift of my purpose doth extend

5.1.311980Not a frown further. Go, release them, Ariel:

5.1.321981My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,

5.1.331982And they shall be themselves.

And they shall be themselves. I'll fetch them, sir.

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

5.1.361985And ye that on the sands with printless foot

5.1.371986Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him

5.1.381987When he comes back; you demi-puppets that

5.1.391988By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make

5.1.401989Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime

5.1.411990Is to make midnight-mushrooms that rejoice

5.1.421991To hear the solemn curfew, by whose aid --

5.1.431992Weak masters though ye be -- I have bedimmed

5.1.441993The noontide sun, called forth the mutinous winds,

5.1.451994And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault

5.1.461995Set roaring war; to the dread-rattling thunder

5.1.471996Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak

5.1.481997With his own bolt! The strong-based promontory

5.1.491998Have I made shake, and by the spurs plucked up

5.1.501999The pine and cedar. Graves at my command

5.1.512000Have waked their sleepers, ope'd, and let 'em forth

5.1.522001By my so potent art. But this rough magic

5.1.532002I here abjure, and when I have required

5.1.542003Some heavenly music, which even now I do,

5.1.552004To work mine end upon their senses that

5.1.562005This ayrie charm is for, I'll break my staff,

5.1.572006Bury it certain fathoms in the earth;

5.1.582007And deeper than did ever plummet sound,

5.1.592008I'll drown my book.

5.1.612014[Aside to Gonzalo] A solemn ayre -- and the best comforter

5.1.622015To an unsettled fancy -- cure thy brains

5.1.632016(Now useless) boiled within thy skull. [To courtiers] There stand,

5.1.642017For you are spell-stopped.

5.1.652018[Aside to Gonzalo] Holy Gonzalo, honorable man,

5.1.662019Mine eyes, ev'n sociable to the show of thine,

5.1.672020Fall fellowly drops. [Aside] The charm dissolves apace,

5.1.682021And as the morning steals upon the night,

5.1.692022Melting the darkness, so their rising senses

5.1.702023Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle

5.1.712024Their clearer reason. [Aside to each character, in turn] O good Gonzalo,

5.1.722025My true preserver, and a loyal sir

5.1.732026To him thou follow'st, I will pay thy graces

5.1.742027Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly

5.1.752028Did thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter.

5.1.762029Thy brother was a furtherer in the act --

5.1.772030Thou art pinched for't now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,

5.1.782031You, brother mine, that entertained ambition,

5.1.792032Expelled remorse and nature, whom, with Sebastian

5.1.802033(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong)

5.1.812034Would here have killed your King, I do forgive thee,

5.1.822035Unnatural though thou art. [Aside] Their understanding

5.1.832036Begins to swell, and the approaching tide

5.1.842037Will shortly fill the reasonable shore

5.1.852038That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them

5.1.862039That yet looks on me or would know me. Ariel,

5.1.872040Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;

5.1.882041I will discase me, and myself present

5.1.892042As I was sometime Milan. Quickly, spirit --

5.1.902043Thou shalt ere long be free.

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

5.1.1002053But yet thou shalt have freedom. [Arranging his clothing.] So, so, so.

5.1.1012054To the King's ship, invisible as thou art:

5.1.1022055There shalt thou find the mariners asleep

5.1.1032056Under the hatches. The master and the boatswain

5.1.1042057Being awake, enforce them to this place

5.1.1052058And presently, I prithee.

I drink the air before me and return

5.1.1072060Or ere your pulse twice beat!

All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement

5.1.1102062Inhabits here! Some heavenly power guide us

5.1.1112063Out of this fearful country!

Out of this fearful country! [To Alonso] Behold, Sir King,

5.1.1122065The wrongèd Duke of Milan, Prospero.

5.1.1132066For more assurance that a living prince

5.1.1142067Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body, [Embraces Alonso.]

5.1.1152068And to thee and thy company I bid

5.1.1162069A hearty welcome.

A hearty welcome. Whe'er thou be'st he or no,

5.1.1172071Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me

5.1.1182072(As late I have been) I not know. Thy pulse

5.1.1192073Beats as of flesh and blood, and since I saw thee,

5.1.1202074Th'affliction of my mind amends, with which

5.1.1212075I fear a madness held me. This must crave

5.1.1222076(And if this be at all) a most strange story.

5.1.1232077Thy dukedom I resign, and do entreat

5.1.1242078Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should Prospero

5.1.1252079Be living, and be here?

Be living, and be here? [To Gonzalo] First, noble friend,

5.1.1262081Let me embrace thine age, whose honor cannot

5.1.1272082Be measured or confined.

Be measured or confined. Whether this be

5.1.1282084Or be not, I'll not swear.

Or be not, I'll not swear. You do yet taste

5.1.1292086Some subtleties o'th'isle that will not let you

5.1.1302087Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all!

5.1.1312088[Aside to Sebastian and Antonio] But you, my brace of Lords, were I so minded,

5.1.1322089I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you

5.1.1332090And justify you traitors. At this time

5.1.1342091I will tell no tales.

I will tell no tales. The devil speaks in him.

No!

5.1.1362094[To Antonio] For you, most wicked sir -- whom to call brother

5.1.1372095Would even infect my mouth -- I do forgive

5.1.1382096Thy rankest fault (all of them), and require

5.1.1392097My dukedom of thee, which perforce I know

5.1.1402098Thou must restore.

Thou must restore. If thou be'st Prospero,

5.1.1412100Give us particulars of thy preservation,

5.1.1422101How thou hast met us here, whom three hours since

5.1.1432102Were wracked upon this shore, where I have lost

5.1.1442103(How sharp the point of this remembrance is!)

5.1.1452104My dear son Ferdinand.

My dear son Ferdinand. I am woe for't, sir.

Irreparable is the loss, and patience

5.1.1472107Says it is past her cure.

Says it is past her cure. I rather think

5.1.1482109You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace

5.1.1492110For the like loss I have her sovereign aid,

5.1.1502111And rest myself content.

And rest myself content. You the like loss?

As great to me, as late; and supportable

5.1.1522114To make the dear loss have I means much weaker

5.1.1532115Than you may call to comfort you; for I

5.1.1542116Have lost my daughter.

A daughter?

5.1.1562118O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,

5.1.1572119The King and Queen there! That they were, I wish

5.1.1582120Myself were mudded in that oozy bed

5.1.1592121Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?

In this last tempest. [Aside] I perceive these Lords

5.1.1612123At this encounter do so much admire,

5.1.1622124That they devour their reason, and scarce think

5.1.1632125Their eyes do offices of truth, their words

5.1.1642126Are natural breath. [To courtiers] But howsoe'er you have

5.1.1652127Been jostled from your senses, know for certain

5.1.1662128That I am Prospero and that very Duke

5.1.1672129Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangely

5.1.1682130Upon this shore, where you were wracked, was landed

5.1.1692131To be the Lord on't. No more yet of this,

5.1.1702132For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,

5.1.1712133Not a relation for a breakfast, nor

5.1.1722134Befitting this first meeting. [To Alonso] Welcome, sir.

5.1.1732135This cell's my court; here have I few attendants --

5.1.1742136And subjects none abroad. Pray you, look in.

5.1.1752137My dukedom, since you have given me again,

5.1.1762138I will requite you with as good a thing,

5.1.1772139At least bring forth a wonder to content ye

5.1.1782140As much as me my dukedom.

Sweet Lord, you play me false!

Sweet Lord, you play me false! No, my dearest love,

5.1.1812145I would not for the world.

Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,

5.1.1832147And I would call it fair play.

And I would call it fair play. If this prove

5.1.1842149A vision of the island, one dear son

5.1.1852150Shall I twice lose.

Shall I twice lose. A most high miracle!

Though the seas threaten, they are merciful;

5.1.1882153I have cursed them without cause.

I have cursed them without cause. Now all the blessings

5.1.1892155Of a glad father compass thee about:

5.1.1902156Arise, and say how thou cam'st here.

Arise, and say how thou cam'st here. O wonder!

5.1.1912158How many goodly creatures are there here!

5.1.1922159How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world

5.1.1932160That has such people in't!

That has such people in't! 'Tis new to thee.

What is this maid with whom thou wast at play?

5.1.1952163Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours.

5.1.1962164Is she the goddess that hath severed us

5.1.1972165And brought us thus together?

And brought us thus together? Sir, she is mortal,

5.1.1982167But by immortal providence, she's mine.

5.1.1992168I chose her when I could not ask my father

5.1.2002169For his advice, nor thought I had one. She

5.1.2012170Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,

5.1.2022171Of whom so often I have heard renown,

5.1.2032172But never saw before, of whom I have

5.1.2042173Received a second life, and second father

5.1.2052174This lady makes him to me.

This lady makes him to me. I am hers.

5.1.2062176But oh, how oddly will it sound that I

5.1.2072177Must ask my child forgiveness.

Must ask my child forgiveness. There, sir, stop.

5.1.2082179Let us not burden our remembrances with

5.1.2092180A heaviness that's gone.

A heaviness that's gone. I have inly wept,

5.1.2102182Or should have spoke ere this: look down, you gods,

5.1.2112183And on this couple drop a blessèd crown,

5.1.2122184For it is you that have chalked forth the way

5.1.2132185Which brought us hither.

Which brought us hither. I say amen, Gonzalo.

Was Milan thrust from Milan that his issue

5.1.2152188Should become kings of Naples? O rejoice

5.1.2162189Beyond a common joy, and set it down

5.1.2172190With gold on lasting pillars! In one voyage

5.1.2182191Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis;

5.1.2192192And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife

5.1.2202193Where he himself was lost; Prospero, his dukedom

5.1.2212194In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves,

5.1.2222195When no man was his own.

When no man was his own. [To Ferdinand and Miranda] Give me your hands:

5.1.2232197Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart

5.1.2242198That doth not wish you joy.

That doth not wish you joy. Be it so, amen.

5.1.2262202O look, sir, look, sir, here is more of us!

5.1.2272203I prophesied if a gallows were on land,

5.1.2282204This fellow could not drown. [To Boatswain] Now, blasphemy,

5.1.2292205That swear'st grace o'erboard -- not an oath on shore?

5.1.2302206Hast thou no mouth by land? 2207What is the news?

The best news is that we have safely found

5.1.2322209Our King and company; the next, our ship,

5.1.2332210Which but three glasses since we gave out split,

5.1.2342211Is tight and yare and bravely rigged as when

5.1.2352212We first put out to sea.

We first put out to sea. [Aside to Prospero] Sir, all this service

5.1.2362214Have I done since I went.

Have I done since I went. My tricksy spirit!

These are not natural events; they strengthen

5.1.2382217From strange to stranger: say, how came you hither?

If I did think, sir, I were well awake,

5.1.2402219I'd strive to tell you: we were dead of sleep

5.1.2412220And (how we know not) all clapped under hatches,

5.1.2422221Where, but even now -- with strange and several noises

5.1.2432222Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,

5.1.2442223And more diversity of sounds, all horrible! --

5.1.2452224We were awaked, straightway at liberty,

5.1.2462225Where we, in all our trim, freshly beheld

5.1.2472226Our royal, good, and gallant ship, our master

5.1.2482227Cap'ring to eye her. On a trice, so please you,

5.1.2492228Even in a dream, were we divided from them

5.1.2502229And were brought moping hither.

And were brought moping hither. Wast well done?

Bravely, my diligence; thou shalt be free.

This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod,

5.1.2532233And there is in this business more than nature

5.1.2542234Was ever conduct of; some oracle

5.1.2552235Must rectify our knowledge.

Must rectify our knowledge. Sir, my liege,

5.1.2562237Do not infest your mind with beating on

5.1.2572238The strangeness of this business. At picked leisure,

5.1.2582239Which shall be shortly single, I'll resolve you,

5.1.2592240Which to you shall seem probable, of every

5.1.2602241These happened accidents. Till when, be cheerful

5.1.2612242And think of each thing well. [To Ariel] Come hither, spirit:

5.1.2622243Set Caliban and his companions free;

5.1.2632244Untie the spell. [To Alonso] How fares my gracious sir?

5.1.2642245There are yet missing of your company

5.1.2652246Some few odd lads that you remember not.

[To Trinculo and Caliban] Every man shift for all the rest, and let

5.1.2682250No man take care for himself, for all is

5.1.2692251But fortune. Coraggio, bully-monster, corragio!

[Sees Prospero and the others.] If these be true spies which I wear in my head, 2253here's a goodly sight!

O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!

5.1.2722255How fine my master is; I am afraid

5.1.2732256He will chastise me.

Ha, ha!

5.1.2752258What things are these, my Lord Antonio?

5.1.2762259Will money buy 'em?

Will money buy 'em? Very like -- one of them

5.1.2772261Is a plain fish and no doubt marketable.

Mark but the badges of these men, my Lords,

5.1.2792263Then say if they be true. This misshapen knave --

5.1.2802264His mother was a witch, and one so strong

5.1.2812265That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,

5.1.2822266And deal in her command without her power.

5.1.2832267These three have robbed me, and this demi-devil

5.1.2842268(For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them

5.1.2852269To take my life. [To Alonso] Two of these fellows you

5.1.2862270Must know and own; this thing of darkness I

5.1.2872271Acknowledge mine.

Acknowledge mine. I shall be pinched to death!

Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?

He is drunk now -- 2275where had he wine?

And Trinculo is reeling ripe -- where should they

5.1.2912277Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em?

5.1.2922278[To Trinculo] How cam'st thou in this pickle?

I have been in such a pickle since I saw you last

5.1.2942280That I fear me will never out of my bones.

5.1.2952281I shall not fear flyblowing.

I shall not fear flyblowing. Why, how now, Stephano?