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  • Title: The Tempest (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editors: Brent Whitted, Paul Yachnin

    • ISBN: 978-1-55058-370-0

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editors: Brent Whitted, Paul Yachnin
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    The Tempest (Folio 1, 1623)

    T H E
    T E M P E S T.
    1Actus primus, Scena prima.
    A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard: En-
    ter a Ship-master, and a Boteswaine.
    Master.
    5BOte-swaine.
    Botes. Heere Master: What cheere?
    Mast. Good: Speake to th'Mariners: fall
    too't, yarely, or we run our selues a ground,
    bestirre, bestirre. Exit.
    10Enter Mariners.
    Botes. Heigh my hearts, cheerely, cheerely my harts:
    yare, yare: Take in the toppe-sale: Tend to th'Masters
    whistle: Blow till thou burst thy winde, if roome e-
    nough.
    15Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinando,
    Gonzalo, and others.
    Alon. Good Boteswaine haue care: where's the Ma-
    ster? Play the men.
    Botes. I pray now keepe below.
    20Anth. Where is the Master, Boson?
    Botes. Do you not heare him? you marre our labour,
    Keepe your Cabines: you do assist the storme.
    Gonz. Nay, good be patient.
    Botes. When the Sea is: hence, what cares these roa-
    25rers for the name of King? to Cabine; silence: trouble
    vs not.
    Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboord.
    Botes. None that I more loue then my selfe. You are
    a Counsellor, if you can command these Elements to si-
    30lence, and worke the peace of the present, wee will not
    hand a rope more, vse your authoritie: If you cannot,
    giue thankes you haue liu'd so long, and make your
    selfe readie in your Cabine for the mischance of the
    houre, if it so hap. Cheerely good hearts: out of our
    35way I say. Exit.
    Gon. I haue great comfort from this fellow: methinks
    he hath no drowning marke vpon him, his complexion
    is perfect Gallowes: stand fast good Fate to his han-
    ging, make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our
    40owne doth little aduantage: If he be not borne to bee
    hang'd, our case is miserable. Exit.
    Enter Boteswaine.
    Botes. Downe with the top-Mast: yare, lower, lower,
    bring her to Try with Maine-course. A plague ---
    45 A cry within. Enter Sebastian, Anthonio & Gonzalo.
    vpon this howling: they are lowder then the weather,
    or our office: yet againe? What do you heere? Shal we
    giue ore and drowne, haue you a minde to sinke?
    Sebas. A poxe o'your throat, you bawling, blasphe-
    50mous incharitable Dog.
    Botes. Worke you then.
    Anth. Hang cur, hang, you whoreson insolent Noyse-
    maker, we are lesse afraid to be drownde, then thou art.
    Gonz. I'le warrant him for drowning, though the
    55Ship were no stronger then a Nutt-shell, and as leaky as
    an vnstanched wench.
    Botes. Lay her a hold, a hold, set her two courses off
    to Sea againe, lay her off.
    Enter Mariners wet.
    60Mari. All lost, to prayers, to prayers, all lost.
    Botes. What must our mouths be cold?
    Gonz. The King, and Prince, at prayers, let's assist them,
    for our case is as theirs.
    Sebas. I'am out of patience.
    65An. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards,
    This wide-chopt-rascall, would thou mightst lye drow-
    ning the washing of ten Tides.
    Gonz. Hee'l be hang'd yet,
    Though euery drop of water sweare against it,
    70And gape at widst to glut him. A confused noyse within.
    Mercy on vs.
    We split, we split, Farewell my wife, and children,
    Farewell brother: we split, we split, we split.
    Anth. Let's all sinke with' King
    75Seb. Let's take leaue of him. Exit.
    Gonz. Now would I giue a thousand furlongs of Sea,
    for an Acre of barren ground: Long heath, Browne
    firrs, any thing; the wills aboue be done, but I would
    faine dye a dry death. Exit.
    80Scena Secunda.
    Enter Prospero and Miranda.
    Mira. If by your Art (my deerest father) you haue
    Put the wild waters in this Rore; alay them:
    The skye it seemes would powre down stinking pitch,
    85But that the Sea, mounting to th' welkins cheeke,
    Dashes the fire out. Oh! I haue suffered
    With those that I saw suffer: A braue vessell
    (Who had no doubt some noble creature in her)
    Dash'd all to peeces: O the cry did knocke
    90Against my very heart: poore soules, they perish'd.
    Had I byn any God of power, I would
    Haue suncke the Sea within the Earth, or ere
    It should the good Ship so haue swallow'd, and
    The fraughting Soules within her.
    95Pros. Be collected,
    No more amazement: Tell your pitteous heart
    there's no harme done.
    Mira. O woe, the day.
    Pros. No harme:
    100I haue done nothing, but in care of thee
    (Of thee my deere one; thee my daughter) who
    Art ignorant of what thou art. naught knowing
    Of whence I am: nor that I am more better
    Then Prospero, Master of a full poore cell,
    105And thy no greater Father.
    Mira. More to know
    Did neuer medle with my thoughts.
    Pros. 'Tis time
    I should informe thee farther: Lend thy hand
    110And plucke my Magick garment from me: So,
    Lye there my Art: wipe thou thine eyes, haue comfort,
    The direfull spectacle of the wracke which touch'd
    The very vertue of compassion in thee:
    I haue with such prouision in mine Art
    115So safely ordered, that there is no soule
    No not so much perdition as an hayre
    Betid to any creature in the vessell
    Which thou heardst cry, which thou saw'st sinke: Sit [downe,
    For thou must now know farther.
    120Mira. You haue often
    Begun to tell me what I am, but stopt
    And left me to a bootelesse Inquisition,
    Concluding, stay: not yet.
    Pros. The howr's now come
    125The very minute byds thee ope thine eare,
    Obey, and be attentiue. Canst thou remember
    A time before we came vnto this Cell?
    I doe not thinke thou canst, for then thou was't not
    Out three yeeres old.
    130Mira. Certainely Sir, I can.
    Pros. By what? by any other house, or person?
    Of any thing the Image, tell me, that
    Hath kept with thy remembrance.
    Mira. 'Tis farre off:
    135And rather like a dreame, then an assurance
    That my remembrance warrants: Had I not
    Fowre, or fiue women once, that tended me?
    Pros. Thou hadst; and more Miranda: But how is it
    That this liues in thy minde? What seest thou els
    140In the dark-backward and Abisme of Time?
    Yf thou remembrest ought ere thou cam'st here,
    How thou cam'st here thou maist.
    Mira. But that I doe not.
    Pros. Twelue yere since ( Miranda) twelue yere since,
    145Thy father was the Duke of Millaine and
    A Prince of power:
    Mira. Sir, are not you my Father?
    Pros. Thy Mother was a peece of vertue, and
    She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
    150Was Duke of Millaine, and his onely heire,
    And Princesse; no worse Issued.
    Mira. O the heauens,
    What fowle play had we, that we came from thence?
    Or blessed was't we did?
    155Pros. Both, both my Girle.
    By fowle-play (as thou saist) were we heau'd thence,
    But blessedly holpe hither.
    Mira. O my heart bleedes
    To thinke oth' teene that I haue turn'd you to,
    160Which is from my remembrance, please you, farther;
    Pros. My brother and thy vncle, call'd Anthonio:
    I pray thee marke me, that a brother should
    Be so perfidious: he, whom next thy selfe
    Of all the world I lou'd, and to him put
    165The mannage of my state, as at that time
    Through all the signories it was the first,
    And Prospero, the prime Duke, being so reputed
    In dignity; and for the liberall Artes,
    Without a paralell; those being all my studie,
    170The Gouernment I cast vpon my brother,
    And to my State grew stranger, being transported
    And rapt in secret studies, thy false vncle
    (Do'st thou attend me?)
    Mira. Sir, most heedefully.
    175Pros. Being once perfected how to graunt suites,
    how to deny them: who t'aduance, and who
    To trash for ouer-topping; new created
    The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd 'em,
    Or els new form'd 'em; hauing both the key,
    180Of Officer, and office, set all hearts i'th state
    To what tune pleas'd his eare, that now he was
    The Iuy which had hid my princely Trunck,
    And suckt my verdure out on't: Thou attend'st not?
    Mira. O good Sir, I doe.
    185Pros. I pray thee marke me:
    I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
    To closenes, and the bettering of my mind
    with that, which but by being so retir'd
    Ore-priz'd all popular rate: in my false brother
    190Awak'd an euill nature, and my trust
    Like a good parent, did beget of him
    A falsehood in it's contrarie, as great
    As my trust was, which had indeede no limit,
    A confidence sans bound. He being thus Lorded,
    195Not onely with what my reuenew yeelded,
    But what my power might els exact. Like one
    Who hauing into truth, by telling of it,
    Made such a synner of his memorie
    To credite his owne lie, he did beleeue
    200He was indeed the Duke, out o'th' Substitution
    And executing th'outward face of Roialtie
    With all prerogatiue: hence his Ambition growing:
    Do'st thou heare?
    Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafenesse.
    205Pros. To haue no Schreene between this part he plaid,
    And him he plaid it for, he needes will be
    Absolute Millaine, Me (poore man) my Librarie
    Was Dukedome large enough: of temporall roalties
    He thinks me now incapable. Confederates
    210(so drie he was for Sway) with King of Naples
    To giue him Annuall tribute, doe him homage
    Subiect his Coronet, to his Crowne and bend
    The Dukedom yet vnbow'd (alas poore Millaine)
    To most ignoble stooping.
    215Mira. Oh the heauens:
    Pros. Marke his condition, and th'euent, then tell me
    If this might be a brother.
    Mira. I should sinne
    To thinke but Noblie of my Grand-mother,
    220Good wombes haue borne bad sonnes.
    Pro. Now the Condition.
    This King of Naples being an Enemy
    To me inueterate, hearkens my Brothers suit,
    Which was, That he in lieu o'th' premises,
    225Of homage, and I know not how much Tribute,
    Should presently extirpate me and mine
    Out of the Dukedome, and confer faire Millaine
    With all the Honors, on my brother: Whereon
    A treacherous Armie leuied, one mid-night
    230Fated to th' purpose, did Anthonio open
    The gates of Millaine, and ith' dead of darkenesse
    The ministers for th' purpose hurried thence
    Me, and thy crying selfe.
    Mir. Alack, for pitty:
    235I not remembring how I cride out then
    Will cry it ore againe: it is a hint
    That wrings mine eyes too't.
    Pro. Heare a little further,
    And then I'le bring thee to the present businesse
    240Which now's vpon's: without the which, this Story
    Were most impertinent.
    Mir. Wherefore did they not
    That howre destroy vs?
    Pro. Well demanded, wench:
    245My Tale prouokes that question: Deare, they durst not,
    So deare the loue my people bore me: nor set
    A marke so bloudy on the businesse; but
    With colours fairer, painted their foule ends.
    In few, they hurried vs a-boord a Barke,
    250Bore vs some Leagues to Sea, where they prepared
    A rotten carkasse of a Butt, not rigg'd,
    Nor tackle, sayle, nor mast, the very rats
    Instinctiuely haue quit it: There they hoyst vs
    To cry to th' Sea, that roard to vs; to sigh
    255To th' windes, whose pitty sighing backe againe
    Did vs but louing wrong.
    Mir. Alack, what trouble
    Was I then to you?
    Pro. O, a Cherubin
    260Thou was't that did preserue me; Thou didst smile,
    Infused with a fortitude from heauen,
    When I haue deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
    Vnder my burthen groan'd, which rais'd in me
    An vndergoing stomacke, to beare vp
    265Against what should ensue.
    Mir. How came we a shore?
    Pro. By prouidence diuine,
    Some food, we had, and some fresh water, that
    A noble Neopolitan Gonzalo
    270Out of his Charity, (who being then appointed
    Master of this designe) did giue vs, with
    Rich garments, linnens, stuffs, and necessaries
    Which since haue steeded much, so of his gentlenesse
    Knowing I lou'd my bookes, he furnishd me
    275From mine owne Library, with volumes, that
    I prize aboue my Dukedome.
    Mir. Would I might
    But euer see that man.
    Pro. Now I arise,
    280Sit still, and heare the last of our sea-sorrow:
    Heere in this Iland we arriu'd, and heere
    Haue I, thy Schoolemaster, made thee more profit
    Then other Princesse can, that haue more time
    For vainer howres; and Tutors, not so carefull.
    285Mir. Heuens thank you for't. And now I pray you Sir,
    For still 'tis beating in my minde; your reason
    For raysing this Sea-storme?
    Pro. Know thus far forth,
    By accident most strange, bountifull Fortune
    290(Now my deere Lady) hath mine enemies
    Brought to this shore: And by my prescience
    I finde my Zenith doth depend vpon
    A most auspitious starre, whose influence
    If now I court not, but omit; my fortunes
    295Will euer after droope: Heare cease more questions,
    Thou art inclinde to sleepe: 'tis a good dulnesse,
    And giue it way: I know thou canst not chuse:
    Come away, Seruant, come; I am ready now,
    Approach my Ariel. Come. Enter Ariel.
    300Ari. All haile, great Master, graue Sir, haile: I come
    To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
    To swim, to diue into the fire: to ride
    On the curld clowds: to thy strong bidding, taske
    Ariel, and all his Qualitie.
    305Pro. Hast thou, Spirit,
    Performd to point, the Tempest that I bad thee.
    Ar. To euery Article.
    I boorded the Kings ship: now on the Beake,
    Now in the Waste, the Decke, in euery Cabyn,
    310I flam'd amazement, sometime I'ld diuide
    And burne in many places; on the Top-mast,
    The Yards and Bore-spritt, would I flame distinctly,
    Then meete, and ioyne. Ioues Lightning, the precursers
    O'th dreadfull Thunder-claps more momentarie
    315And sight out-running were not; the fire, and cracks
    Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
    Seeme to besiege, and make his bold waues tremble,
    Yea, his dread Trident shake.
    Pro. My braue Spirit,
    320Who was so firme, so constant, that this coyle
    Would not infect his reason?
    Ar. Not a soule
    But felt a Feauer of the madde, and plaid
    Some tricks of desperation; all but Mariners
    325Plung'd in the foaming bryne, and quit the vessell;
    Then all a fire with me the Kings sonne Ferdinand
    With haire vp-staring (then like reeds, not haire)
    Was the first man that leapt; cride hell is empty,
    And all the Diuels are heere.
    330Pro. Why that's my spirit:
    But was not this nye shore?
    Ar. Close by, my Master.
    Pro. But are they ( Ariell) safe?
    Ar. Not a haire perishd:
    335On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
    But fresher then before: and as thou badst me,
    In troops I haue dispersd them 'bout the Isle:
    The Kings sonne haue I landed by himselfe,
    Whom I left cooling of the Ayre with sighes,
    340In an odde Angle of the Isle, and sitting
    His armes in this sad knot.
    Pro. Of the Kings ship,
    The Marriners, say how thou hast disposd,
    And all the rest o'th' Fleete?
    345Ar. Safely in harbour
    Is the Kings shippe, in the deepe Nooke, where once
    Thou calldst me vp at midnight to fetch dewe
    From the still-vext Bermoothes, there she's hid;
    The Marriners all vnder hatches stowed,
    350Who, with a Charme ioynd to their suffred labour
    I haue left asleep: and for the rest o'th' Fleet
    (Which I dispers'd) they all haue met againe,
    And are vpon the Mediterranian Flote
    Bound sadly home for Naples,
    355Supposing that they saw the Kings ship wrackt,
    And his great person perish.
    Pro. Ariel, thy charge
    Exactly is perform'd; but there's more worke:
    What is the time o'th'day?
    360Ar. Past the mid season.
    Pro. At least two Glasses: the time 'twixt six & now
    Must by vs both be spent most preciously.
    Ar. Is there more toyle? Since yu dost giue me pains,
    Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
    365Which is not yet perform'd me.
    Pro. How now? moodie?
    What is't thou canst demand?
    Ar. My Libertie.
    Pro. Before the time be out? no more:
    370Ar. I prethee,
    Remember I haue done thee worthy seruice,
    Told thee no lyes, made thee no mistakings, serv'd
    Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou did promise
    To bate me a full yeere.
    375Pro. Do'st thou forget
    From what a torment I did free thee? Ar.No.
    Pro. Thou do'st: & thinkst it much to tread ye Ooze
    Of the salt deepe;
    To run vpon the sharpe winde of the North,
    380To doe me businesse in the veines o'th' earth
    When it is bak'd with frost.
    Ar. I doe not Sir.
    Pro. Thou liest, malignant Thing: hast thou forgot
    The fowle Witch Sycorax, who with Age and Enuy
    385Was growne into a hoope? hast thou forgot her?
    Ar. No Sir.
    Pro. Thou hast: where was she born? speak: tell me:
    Ar. Sir, in Argier.
    Pro. Oh, was she so: I must
    390Once in a moneth recount what thou hast bin,
    Which thou forgetst. This damn'd Witch Sycorax
    For mischiefes manifold, and sorceries terrible
    To enter humane hearing, from Argier
    Thou know'st was banish'd: for one thing she did
    395They wold not take her life: Is not this true? Ar. I, Sir.
    Pro. This blew ey'd hag, was hither brought with (child,
    And here was left by th' Saylors; thou my slaue,
    As thou reportst thy selfe, was then her seruant,
    And for thou wast a Spirit too delicate
    400To act her earthy, and abhord commands,
    Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee
    By helpe of her more potent Ministers,
    And in her most vnmittigable rage,
    Into a clouen Pyne, within which rift
    405Imprison'd, thou didst painefully remaine
    A dozen yeeres: within which space she di'd,
    And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groanes
    As fast as Mill-wheeles strike: Then was this Island
    (Saue for the Son, that he did littour heere,
    410A frekelld whelpe, hag-borne) not honour'd with
    A humane shape.
    Ar. Yes: Caliban her sonne.
    Pro. Dull thing, I say so: he, that Caliban
    Whom now I keepe in seruice, thou best know'st
    415What torment I did finde thee in; thy grones
    Did make wolues howle, and penetrate the breasts
    Of euer-angry Beares; it was a torment
    To lay vpon the damn'd, which Sycorax
    Could not againe vndoe: it was mine Art,
    420When I arriu'd, and heard thee, that made gape
    The Pyne, and let thee out.
    Ar. I thanke thee Master.
    Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an Oake
    And peg-thee in his knotty entrailes, till
    425Thou hast howl'd away twelue winters.
    Ar. Pardon, Master,
    I will be correspondent to command
    And doe my spryting, gently.
    Pro. Doe so: and after two daies
    430I will discharge thee.
    Ar. That's my noble Master:
    What shall I doe? say what? what shall I doe?
    Pro. Goe make thy selfe like a Nymph o'th' Sea,
    Be subiect to no sight but thine, and mine: inuisible
    435To euery eye-ball else: goe take this shape
    And hither come in't: goe: hence
    With diligence. Exit.
    Pro. Awake, deere hart awake, thou hast slept well,
    Awake.
    440Mir. The strangenes of your story, put
    Heauinesse in me.
    Pro. Shake it off: Come on,
    Wee'll visit Caliban, my slaue, who neuer
    Yeelds vs kinde answere.
    445Mir. 'Tis a villaine Sir, I doe not loue to looke on.
    Pro. But as 'tis
    We cannot misse him: he do's make our fire,
    Fetch in our wood, and serues in Offices
    That profit vs: What hoa: slaue: Caliban:
    450Thou Earth, thou: speake.
    Cal. within. There's wood enough within.
    Pro. Come forth I say, there's other busines for thee:
    Come thou Tortoys, when? Enter Ariel like a water-
    Fine apparision: my queint Ariel, Nymph.
    455Hearke in thine eare.
    Ar. My Lord, it shall be done. Exit.
    Pro. Thou poysonous slaue, got by ye diuell himselfe
    Vpon thy wicked Dam; come forth. Enter Caliban.
    Cal. As wicked dewe, as ere my mother brush'd
    460With Rauens feather from vnwholesome Fen
    Drop on you both: A Southwest blow on yee,
    And blister you all ore.
    Pro. For this be sure, to night thou shalt haue cramps,
    Side-stitches, that shall pen thy breath vp, Vrchins
    465Shall for that vast of night, that they may worke
    All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
    As thicke as hony-combe, each pinch more stinging
    Then Bees that made 'em.
    Cal. I must eat my dinner:
    470This Island's mine by Sycorax my mother,
    Which thou tak'st from me: when thou cam'st first
    Thou stroakst me, & made much of me: wouldst giue me
    Water with berries in't: and teach me how
    To name the bigger Light, and how the lesse
    475That burne by day, and night: and then I lou'd thee
    And shew'd thee all the qualities o'th' Isle,
    The fresh Springs, Brine-pits; barren place and fertill,
    Curs'd be I that did so: All the Charmes
    Of Sycorax: Toades, Beetles, Batts light on you:
    480For I am all the Subiects that you haue,
    Which first was min owne King: and here you sty-me
    In this hard Rocke, whiles you doe keepe from me
    The rest o'th' Island.
    Pro. Thou most lying slaue,
    485Whom stripes may moue, not kindnes: I haue vs'd thee
    (Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd thee
    In mine owne Cell, till thou didst seeke to violate
    The honor of my childe.
    Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, would't had bene done:
    490Thou didst preuent me, I had peopel'd else
    This Isle with Calibans.
    Mira. Abhorred Slaue,
    Which any print of goodnesse wilt not take,
    Being capable of all ill: I pittied thee,
    495Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each houre
    One thing or other: when thou didst not (Sauage)
    Know thine owne meaning; but wouldst gabble, like
    A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
    With words that made them knowne: But thy vild race
    500(Tho thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures
    Could not ab ide to be with; therefore wast thou
    Deseruedly confin'd into this Rocke, who hadst
    Deseru'd more then a prison.
    Cal. You taught me Language, and my profit on't
    505Is, I know how to curse: the red-plague rid you
    For learning me your language.
    Pros. Hag-seed, hence:
    Fetch vs in Fewell, and be quicke thou'rt best
    To answer other businesse: shrug'st thou (Malice)
    510If thou neglectst, or dost vnwillingly
    What I command, Ile racke thee with old Crampes,
    Fill all thy bones with Aches, make thee rore,
    That beasts shall tremble at thy dyn.
    Cal. No, 'pray thee.
    515I must obey, his Art is of such pow'r,
    It would controll my Dams god Setebos,
    And make a vassaile of him.
    Pro. So slaue, hence. Exit Cal.
    Enter Ferdinand & Ariel, inuisible playing & singing.
    520Ariel Song.
    Come vnto these yellow sands,
    and then take hands:
    Curtsied when you haue, and kist
    the wilde waues whist:
    Foote it featly heere, and there, and sweete Sprights beare
    525 the burthen.
    Burthen dispersedly.
    Harke, harke, bowgh wawgh: the watch-Dogges barke,
    bowgh-wawgh.
    Ar.
    Hark, hark, I heare, the straine of strutting Chanticlere
    cry cockadidle-dowe.
    530Fer. Where shold this Musick be? I'th aire, or th'earth?
    It sounds no more: and sure it waytes vpon
    Some God 'oth' Iland, sitting on a banke,
    Weeping againe the King my Fathers wracke.
    This Musicke crept by me vpon the waters,
    535Allaying both their fury, and my passion
    With it's sweet ayre: thence I haue follow'd it
    (Or it hath drawne me rather) but 'tis gone.
    No, it begins againe.
    Ariell Song.
    Full fadom fiue thy Father lies,
    540 Of his bones are Corrall made:
    Those are pearles that were his eies,
    Nothing of him that doth fade,
    But doth suffer a Sea-change
    Into something rich, & strange:
    545Sea-Nimphs hourly ring his knell.
    Burthen: ding dong.
    Harke now I heare them, ding-dong bell.
    Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd father,
    This is no mortall busines, nor no sound
    550That the earth owes: I heare it now aboue me.
    Pro. The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance,
    And say what thou see'st yond.
    Mira. What is't a Spirit?
    Lord, how it lookes about: Beleeue me sir,
    555It carries a braue forme. But 'tis a spirit.
    Pro. No wench, it eats, and sleeps, & hath such senses
    As we haue: such. This Gallant which thou seest
    Was in the wracke: and but hee's something stain'd
    With greefe (that's beauties canker) yu might'st call him
    560A goodly person: he hath lost his fellowes,
    And strayes about to finde 'em.
    Mir. I might call him
    A thing diuine, for nothing naturall
    I euer saw so Noble.
    565Pro. It goes on I see
    As my soule prompts it: Spirit, fine spirit, Ile free thee
    Within two dayes for this.
    Fer. Most sure the Goddesse
    On whom these ayres attend: Vouchsafe my pray'r
    570May know if you remaine vpon this Island,
    And that you will some good instruction giue
    How I may beare me heere: my prime request
    (Which I do last pronounce) is (O you wonder)
    If you be Mayd, or no?
    575Mir. No wonder Sir,
    But certainly a Mayd.
    Fer. My Language? Heauens:
    I am the best of them that speake this speech,
    Were I but where 'tis spoken.
    580Pro. How? the best?
    What wer't thou if the King of Naples heard thee?
    Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
    To heare thee speake of Naples: he do's heare me,
    And that he do's, I weepe: my selfe am Naples,
    585Who, with mine eyes (neuer since at ebbe) beheld
    The King my Father wrack't.
    Mir. Alacke, for mercy.
    Fer. Yes faith, & all his Lords, the Duke of Millaine
    And his braue sonne, being twaine.
    590Pro. The Duke of Millaine
    And his more brauer daughter, could controll thee
    If now 'twere fit to do't: At the first sight
    They haue chang'd eyes: Delicate Ariel,
    Ile set thee free for this. A word good Sir,
    595I feare you haue done your selfe some wrong: A word.
    Mir. Why speakes my father so vngently? This
    Is the third man that ere I saw: the first
    That ere I sigh'd for: pitty moue my father
    To be enclin'd my way.
    600Fer. O, if a Virgin,
    And your affection not gone forth, Ile make you
    The Queene of Naples.
    Pro. Soft sir, one word more.
    They are both in eythers pow'rs: But this swift busines
    605I must vneasie make, least too light winning
    Make the prize light. One word more: I charge thee
    That thou attend me: Thou do'st heere vsurpe
    The name thou ow'st not, and hast put thy selfe
    Vpon this Island, as a spy, to win it
    610From me, the Lord on't.
    Fer. No, as I am a man.
    Mir. Ther's nothing ill, can dwell in such a Temple,
    If the ill-spirit haue so fayre a house,
    Good things will striue to dwell with't.
    615Pro. Follow me.
    Pros. Speake not you for him: hee's a Traitor: come,
    Ile manacle thy necke and feete toge ther:
    Sea water shalt thou drinke: thy food shall be
    The fresh-brooke Mussels, wither'd roots, and huskes
    620Wherein the Acorne cradled. Follow.
    Fer. No,
    I will resist such entertainment, till
    Mine enemy ha's more pow'r.
    He drawes, and is charmed from mouing.
    625Mira. O deere Father,
    Make not too rash a triall of him, for
    Hee's gentle, and not fearfull.
    Pros. What I say,
    My foote my Tutor? Put thy sword vp Traitor,
    630Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike: thy conscience
    Is so possest with guilt: Come, from thy ward,
    For I can heere disarme thee with this sticke,
    And make thy weapon drop.
    Mira. Beseech you Father.
    635Pros. Hence: hang not on my garments.
    Mira. Sir haue pity,
    Ile be his surety.
    Pros. Silence: One word more
    Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee: What,
    640An aduocate for an Impostor? Hush:
    Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
    (Hauing seene but him and Caliban:) Foolish wench,
    To th'most of men, this is a Caliban,
    And they to him are Angels.
    645Mira. My affections
    Are then most humble: I haue no ambition
    To see a goodlier man.
    Pros. Come on, obey:
    Thy Nerues are in their infancy againe.
    650And haue no vigour in them.
    Fer. So they are:
    My spirits, as in a dreame, are all bound vp:
    My Fathers losse, the weaknesse which I feele,
    The wracke of all my friends, nor this mans threats,
    655To whom I am subdude, are but light to me,
    Might I but through my prison once a day
    Behold this Mayd: all corners else o'th' Earth
    Let liberty make vse of: space enough
    Haue I in such a prison.
    660Pros. It workes: Come on.
    Thou hast done well, fine Ariell: follow me,
    Harke what thou else shalt do mee.
    Mira. Be of comfort,
    My Fathers of a better nature (Sir)
    665Then he appeares by speech: this is vnwonted
    Which now came from him.
    Pros. Thou shalt be as free
    As mountaine windes; but then exactly do
    All points of my command.
    670Ariell. To th'syllable.
    Pros. Come follow: speake not for him. Exeunt.
    Actus Secundus. Scoena Prima.
    Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,
    Francisco, and others.
    675Gonz. Beseech you Sir, be merry; you haue cause,
    (So haue we all) of ioy; for our escape
    Is much beyond our losse; our hint of woe
    Is common, euery day, some Saylors wife,
    The Masters of some Merchant, and the Merchant
    680Haue iust our Theame of woe: But for the miracle,
    (I meane our preseruation) few in millions
    Can speake like vs: then wisely (good Sir) weigh
    Our sorrow, with our comfort.
    Alons. Prethee peace.
    685Seb. He receiues comfort like cold porredge.
    Ant. The Visitor will not giue him ore so.
    Seb. Looke, hee's winding vp the watch of his wit,
    By and by it will strike.
    Gon. Sir.
    690Seb. One: Tell.
    Gon. When euery greefe is entertaind,
    That's offer'd comes to th'entertainer.
    Seb. A dollor.
    Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed, you haue spoken
    695truer then you purpos'd.
    Seb. You haue taken it wiselier then I meant you
    should.
    Gon. Therefore my Lord.
    Ant. Fie, what a spend-thrift is he of his tongue.
    700Alon. I pre-thee spare.
    Gon. Well, I haue done: But yet
    Seb. He will be talking.
    Ant. Which, of he, or Adrian, for a good wager,
    First begins to crow?
    705Seb. The old Cocke.
    Ant. The Cockrell.
    Seb. Done: The wager?
    Ant. A Laughter.
    Seb. A match.
    710Adr. Though this Island seeme to be desert.
    Seb. Ha, ha, ha.
    Ant. So: you'r paid.
    Adr. Vninhabitable, and almost inaccessible.
    Seb. Yet
    715Adr. Yet
    Ant. He could not misse't.
    Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate
    temperance.
    Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.
    720Seb. I, and a subtle, as he most learnedly deliuer'd.
    Adr. The ayre breathes vpon vs here most sweetly.
    Seb. As if it had Lungs, and rotten ones.
    Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a Fen.
    Gon. Heere is euery thing aduantageous to life.
    725Ant. True, saue meanes to liue.
    Seb. Of that there's none, or little.
    Gon. How lush and lusty the grasse lookes?
    How greene?
    Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.
    730Seb. With an eye of greene in't.
    Ant. He misses not much.
    Seb. No: he doth but mistake the truth totally.
    Gon. But the rariety of it is, which is indeed almost
    beyond credit.
    735Seb. As many voucht rarieties are.
    Gon. That our Garments being (as they were) drencht
    in the Sea, hold notwithstanding their freshnesse and
    glosses, being rather new dy'de then stain'd with salte
    water.
    740Ant. If but one of his pockets could speake, would
    it not say he lyes?
    Seb. I, or very falsely pocket vp his report.
    Gon. Me thinkes our garments are now as fresh as
    when we put them on first in Affricke, at the marriage
    745of the kings faire daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis.
    Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in
    our returne.
    Adri. Tunis was neuer grac'd before with such a Pa-
    ragon to their Queene.
    750Gon. Not since widdow Dido's time.
    Ant. Widow? A pox o'that: how came that Wid-
    dow in? Widdow Dido!
    Seb. What if he had said Widdower AEneas too?
    Good Lord, how you take it?
    755Adri. Widdow Dido said you? You make me study
    of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
    Gon. This Tunis Sir was Carthage.
    Adri. Carthage? Gon. I assure you Carthage.
    Ant. His word is more then the miraculous Harpe.
    760Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.
    Ant. What impossible matter wil he make easy next?
    Seb. I thinke hee will carry this Island home in his
    pocket, and giue it his sonne for an Apple.
    Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the Sea, bring
    765forth more Islands.
    Gon. I. Ant. Why in good time.
    Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seeme
    now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage
    of your daughter, who is now Queene.
    770Ant. And the rarest that ere came there.
    Seb. Bate (I beseech you) widdow Dido.
    Ant. O Widdow Dido? I, Widdow Dido.
    Gon. Is not Sir my doublet as fresh as the first day I
    wore it? I meane in a sort.
    775Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
    Gon. When I wore it at your daughters marriage.
    Alon. You cram these words into mine eares, against
    the stomacke of my sense: would I had neuer
    Married my daughter there: For comming thence
    780My sonne is lost, and (in my rate) she too,
    Who is so farre from Italy remoued,
    I ne're againe shall see her: O thou mine heire
    Of Naples and of Millaine, what strange fish
    Hath made his meale on thee?
    785Fran. Sir he may liue,
    I saw him beate the surges vnder him,
    And ride vpon their backes; he trod the water
    Whose enmity he flung aside: and brested
    The surge most swolne that met him: his bold head
    790'Boue the contentious waues he kept. and oared
    Himselfe with his good armes in lusty stroke
    To th'shore; that ore his waue-worne basis bowed
    As stooping to releeue him: I not doubt
    He came aliue to Land.
    795Alon. No, no, hee's gone.
    Seb. Sir you may thank your selfe for this great losse,
    That would not blesse our Europe with your daughter,
    But rather loose her to an Affrican,
    Where she at least, is banish'd from your eye,
    800Who hath cause to wet the greefe on't.
    Alon. Pre-thee peace.
    Seb. You were kneel'd too, & importun'd otherwise
    By all of vs: and the faire soule her selfe
    Waigh'd betweene loathnesse, and obedience, at
    805Which end o'th'beame should bow: we haue lost your (son,
    I feare for euer: Millaine and Naples haue
    Mo widdowes in them of this businesse making,
    Then we bring men to comfort them:
    The faults your owne.
    810Alon. So is the deer'st oth' losse.
    Gon. My Lord Sebastian,
    The truth you speake doth lacke some gentlenesse,
    And time to speake it in: you rub the sore,
    When you should bring the plaister.
    815Seb. Very well. Ant. And most Chirurgeonly.
    Gon. It is foule weather in vs all, good Sir,
    When you are cloudy.
    Seb. Fowle weather? Ant. Very foule.
    Gon. Had I plantation of this Isle my Lord.
    820Ant. Hee'd sow't with Nettle-seed.
    Seb. Or dockes, or Mallowes.
    Gon. And were the King on't, what would I do?
    Seb. Scape being drunke, for want of Wine.
    Gon. I'th'Commonwealth I would (by contraries)
    825Execute all things: For no kinde of Trafficke
    Would I admit: No name of Magistrate:
    Letters should not be knowne: Riches, pouerty,
    And vse of seruice, none: Contract, Succession,
    Borne, bound of Land, Tilth, Vineyard none:
    830No vse of Mettall, Corne, or Wine, or Oyle:
    No occupation, all men idle, all:
    And Women too, but innocent and pure:
    No Soueraignty.
    Seb. Yet he would be King on't.
    835Ant. The latter end of his Common-wealth forgets
    the beginning.
    Gon. All things in common Nature should produce
    Without sweat or endeuour: Treason, fellony,
    Sword, Pike, Knife, Gun, or neede of any Engine
    840Would I not haue: but Nature should bring forth
    Of it owne kinde, all foyzon, all abundance
    To feed my innocent people.
    Seb. No marrying 'mong his subiects?
    Ant. None (man) all idle; Whores and knaues,
    845Gon. I would with such perfection gouerne Sir:
    T'Excell the Golden Age.
    Seb. 'Saue his Maiesty. Ant. Long liue Gonzalo.
    Gon. And do you marke me, Sir?
    Alon. Pre-thee no more: thou dost talke nothing to (me.
    850Gon. I do well beleeue your Highnesse, and did it
    to minister occasion to these Gentlemen, who are of
    such sensible and nimble Lungs, that they alwayes vse
    to laugh at nothing.
    Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.
    855Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling am nothing
    to you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.
    Ant. What a blow was there giuen?
    Seb. And it had not falne flat-long.
    Gon. You are Gentlemen of braue mettal: you would
    860lift the Moone out of her spheare, if she would continue
    in it fiue weekes without changing.
    Enter Ariell playing solemne Musicke.
    Seb. We would so, and then go a Bat-fowling.
    Ant. Nay good my Lord, be not angry.
    865Gon. No I warrant you, I will not aduenture my
    discretion so weakly: Will you laugh me asleepe, for I
    am very heauy.
    Ant. Go sleepe, and heare vs.
    Alon. What, all so soone asleepe? I wish mine eyes
    870Would (with themselues) shut vp my thoughts,
    I finde they are inclin'd to do so.
    Seb. Please you Sir,
    Do not omit the heauy offer of it:
    It sildome visits sorrow, when it doth, it is a Comforter.
    875Ant. We two my Lord, will guard your person,
    While you take your rest, and watch your safety.
    Alon. Thanke you: Wondrous heauy.
    Seb. What a strange drowsines possesses them?
    Ant. It is the quality o'th'Clymate.
    880Seb. Why
    Doth it not then our eye-lids sinke? I finde
    Not my selfe dispos'd to sleep.
    Ant. Nor I, my spirits are nimble:
    They fell together all, as by consent
    885They dropt, as by a Thunder-stroke: what might
    Worthy Sebastian? O, what might? no more:
    And yet, me thinkes I see it in thy face,
    What thou should'st be: th'occasion speaks thee, and
    My strong imagination see's a Crowne
    890Dropping vpon thy head.
    Seb. What? art thou waking?
    Ant. Do you not heare me speake?
    Seb. I do, and surely
    It is a sleepy Language; and thou speak'st
    895Out of thy sleepe: What is it thou didst say?
    This is a strange repose, to be asleepe
    With eyes wide open: standing, speaking, mouing:
    And yet so fast asleepe.
    Ant. Noble Sebastian,
    900Thou let'st thy fortune sleepe: die rather: wink'st
    Whiles thou art waking.
    Seb. Thou do'st snore distinctly,
    There's meaning in thy snores.
    Ant. I am more serious then my custome: you
    905Must be so too, if heed me: which to do,
    Trebbles thee o're.
    Seb. Well: I am standing water.
    Ant. Ile teach you how to flow.
    Seb. Do so: to ebbe
    910Hereditary Sloth instructs me.
    Ant. O!
    If you but knew how you the purpose cherish
    Whiles thus you mocke it: how in stripping it
    You more inuest it: ebbing men, indeed
    915(Most often) do so neere the bottome run
    By their owne feare, or sloth.
    Seb. 'Pre-thee say on,
    The setting of thine eye, and cheeke proclaime
    A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
    920Which throwes thee much to yeeld.
    Ant. Thus Sir:
    Although this Lord of weake remembrance; this
    Who shall be of as little memory
    When he is earth'd, hath here almost perswaded
    925(For hee's a Spirit of perswasion, onely
    Professes to perswade) the King his sonne's aliue,
    'Tis as impossible that hee's vndrown'd,
    As he that sleepes heere, swims.
    Seb. I haue no hope
    930That hee's vndrown'd.
    Ant. O, out of that no hope,
    What great hope haue you? No hope that way, Is
    Another way so high a hope, that euen
    Ambition cannot pierce a winke beyond
    935But doubt discouery there. Will you grant with me
    That Ferdinand is drown'd.
    Seb. He's gone.
    Ant. Then tell me, who's the next heire of Naples?
    Seb. Claribell.
    940Ant. She that is Queene of Tunis: she that dwels
    Ten leagues beyond mans life: she that from Naples
    Can haue no note, vnlesse the Sun were post:
    The Man i'th Moone's too slow, till new-borne chinnes
    Be rough, and Razor-able: She that from whom
    945We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast againe,
    (And by that destiny) to performe an act
    Whereof, what's past is Prologue; what to come
    In yours, and my discharge.
    Seb. What stuffe is this? How say you?
    950'Tis true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tunis,
    So is she heyre of Naples, 'twixt which Regions
    There is some space.
    Ant. A space, whose eu'ry cubit
    Seemes to cry out, how shall that Claribell
    955Measure vs backe to Naples? keepe in Tunis,
    And let Sebastian wake. Say, this were death
    That now hath seiz'd them, why they were no worse
    Then now they are: There be that can rule Naples
    As well as he that sleepes: Lords, that can prate
    960As amply, and vnnecessarily
    As this Gonzallo: I my selfe could make
    A Chough of as deepe chat: O, that you bore
    The minde that I do; what a sleepe were this
    For your aduancement? Do you vnderstand me?
    965Seb. Me thinkes I do.
    Ant. And how do's your content
    Tender your owne good fortune?
    Seb. I remember
    You did supplant your Brothet Prospero.
    970Ant. True:
    And looke how well my Garments sit vpon me,
    Much feater then before: My Brothers seruants
    Were then my fellowes, now they are my men.
    Seb. But for your conscience.
    975Ant. I Sir: where lies that? If 'twere a kybe
    'Twould put me to my slipper: But I feele not
    This Deity in my bosome: 'Twentie consciences
    That stand 'twixt me, and Millaine, candied be they,
    And melt ere they mollest: Heere lies your Brother,
    980No better then the earth he lies vpon,
    If he were that which now hee's like (that's dead)
    Whom I with this obedient steele (three inches of it)
    Can lay to bed for euer: whiles you doing thus,
    To the perpetuall winke for aye might put
    985This ancient morsell: this Sir Prudence, who
    Should not vpbraid our course: for all the rest
    They'l take suggestion, as a Cat laps milke,
    They'l tell the clocke, to any businesse that
    We say befits the houre.
    990Seb. Thy case, deere Friend
    Shall be my president: As thou got'st Millaine,
    I'le come by Naples: Draw thy sword, one stroke
    Shall free thee from the tribute which thou paiest,
    And I the King shall loue thee.
    995Ant. Draw together:
    And when I reare my hand, do you the like
    To fall it on Gonzalo.
    Seb. O, but one word.
    Enter Ariell with Musicke and Song.
    1000Ariel. My Master through his Art foresees the danger
    That you (his friend) are in, and sends me forth
    (For else his proiect dies) to keepe them liuing.
    Sings in Gonzaloes eare.
    While you here do snoaring lie,
    1005Open-ey'd Conspiracie
    His time doth take:
    If of Life you keepe a care,
    Shake off slumber and beware.
    Awake, awake.
    1010Ant. Then let vs both be sodaine.
    Gon. Now, good Angels preserue the King.
    Alo. Why how now hoa; awake? why are you drawn?
    Wherefore this ghastly looking?
    Gon. What's the matter?
    1015Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
    (Euen now) we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
    Like Buls, or rather Lyons, did't not wake you?
    It strooke mine eare most terribly.
    Alo. I heard nothing.
    1020Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a Monsters eare;
    To make an earthquake: sure it was the roare
    Of a whole heard of Lyons.
    Alo. Heard you this Gonzalo?
    Gon. Vpon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming,
    1025(And that a strange one too) which did awake me:
    I shak'd you Sir, and cride: as mine eyes opend,
    I saw their weapons drawne: there was a noyse,
    That's verily: 'tis best we stand vpon our guard;
    Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.
    1030Alo. Lead off this ground & let's make further search
    For my poore sonne.
    Gon. Heauens keepe him from these Beasts:
    For he is sure i'th Island.
    Alo. Lead away.
    1035Ariell. Prospero my Lord, shall know what I haue (done.
    So (King) goe safely on to seeke thy Son. Exeunt.
    Scoena Secunda.
    Enter Caliban, with a burthen of Wood (a noyse of
    Thunder heard.)
    1040Cal. All the infections that the Sunne suckes vp
    From Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
    By ynch-meale a disease: his Spirits heare me,
    And yet I needes must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
    Fright me with Vrchyn-shewes, pitch me i'th mire,
    1045Nor lead me like a fire-brand, in the darke
    Out of my way, vnlesse he bid 'em; but
    For euery trifle, are they set vpon me,
    Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me,
    And after bite me: then like Hedg-hogs, which
    1050Lye tumbling in my bare-foote way, and mount
    Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I
    All wound with Adders, who with clouen tongues
    Doe hisse me into madnesse: Lo, now Lo, Enter Trinculo.
    Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment me
    1055For bringing wood in slowly: I'le fall flat,
    Perchance he will not minde me.
    Tri. Here's neither bush, nor shrub to beare off any
    weather at all: and another Storme brewing, I heare it
    sing ith' winde: yond same blacke cloud, yond huge
    1060one, lookes like a foule bumbard that would shed his
    licquor: if it should thunder, as it did before, I know
    not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot
    choose but fall by paile-fuls. What haue we here, a man,
    or a fish? dead or aliue? a fish, hee smels like a fish: a
    1065very ancient and fish-like smell: a kinde of, not of the
    newest poore-Iohn: a strange fish: were I in England
    now (as once I was) and had but this fish painted; not
    a holiday-foole there but would giue a peece of siluer:
    there, would this Monster, make a man: any strange
    1070beast there, makes a man: when they will not giue a
    doit to relieue a lame Begger, they will lay out ten to see
    a dead Indian: Leg'd like a man; and his Finnes like
    Armes: warme o' my troth: I doe now let loose my o-
    pinion; hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an Islan-
    1075der, that hath lately suffered by a Thunderbolt: Alas,
    the storme is come againe: my best way is to creepe vn-
    der his Gaberdine: there is no other shelter herea-
    bout: Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfel-
    lowes: I will here shrowd till the dregges of the storme
    1080be past.
    Enter Stephano singing.
    Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, here shall I dye ashore.
    This is a very scuruy tune to sing at a mans
    Funerall: well, here's my comfort. Drinkes.
    1085
    Sings.
    The Master, the Swabber, the Boate-swaine & I;
    The Gunner, and his Mate
    Lou'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margerie,
    But none of vs car'd for Kate.
    For she had a tongue with a tang,
    1090Would cry to a Sailor goe hang:
    She lou'd not the sauour of Tar nor of Pitch,
    Yet a Tailor might scratch her where ere she did itch.
    Then to Sea Boyes, and let her goe hang.
    This is a scuruy tune too:
    1095But here's my comfort. drinks.
    Cal. Doe not torment me: oh.
    Ste. What's the matter?
    Haue we diuels here?
    Doe you put trickes vpon's with Saluages, and Men of
    1100Inde? ha? I haue not scap'd drowning, to be afeard
    now of your foure legges: for it hath bin said; as pro-
    per a man as euer went on foure legs, cannot make him
    giue ground: and it shall be said so againe, while Ste-
    phano breathes at' nostrils.
    1105Cal. The Spirit torments me: oh.
    Ste. This is some Monster of the Isle, with foure legs;
    who hath got (as I take it) an Ague: where the diuell
    should he learne our language? I will giue him some re-
    liefe if it be but for that: if I can recouer him, and keepe
    1110him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a Pre-
    sent for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-lea-
    ther.
    Cal. Doe not torment me 'prethee: I'le bring my
    wood home faster.
    1115Ste. He's in his fit now; and doe's not talke after the
    wisest; hee shall taste of my Bottle: if hee haue neuer
    drunke wine afore, it will goe neere to remoue his Fit:
    if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, I will not take
    too much for him; hee shall pay for him that hath him,
    1120and that soundly.
    Cal. Thou do'st me yet but little hurt; thou wilt a-
    non, I know it by thy trembling: Now Prosper workes
    vpon thee.
    Ste. Come on your wayes: open your mouth: here
    1125is that which will giue language to you Cat; open your
    mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and
    that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open
    your chaps againe.
    Tri. I should know that voyce:
    1130It should be,
    But hee is dround; and these are diuels; O de-
    fend me.
    Ste. Foure legges and two voyces; a most delicate
    Monster: his forward voyce now is to speake well of
    1135his friend; his backward voice, is to vtter foule speeches,
    and to detract: if all the wine in my bottle will recouer
    him, I will helpe his Ague: Come: Amen, I will
    poure some in thy other mouth.
    Tri. Stephano.
    1140Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy:
    This is a diuell, and no Monster: I will leaue him, I
    haue no long Spoone.
    Tri. Stephano: if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and
    speake to me: for I am Trinculo; be not afeard, thy
    1145good friend Trinculo.
    Ste. If thou bee'st Trinculo: come foorth: I'le pull
    thee by the lesser legges: if any be Trinculo's legges,
    these are they: Thou art very Trinculo indeede: how
    cam'st thou to be the siege of this Moone-calfe? Can
    1150he vent Trinculo's?
    Tri. I tooke him to be kil'd with a thunder-strok; but
    art thou not dround Stephano: I hope now thou art
    not dround: Is the Storme ouer-blowne? I hid mee
    vnder the dead Moone-Calfes Gaberdine, for feare of
    1155the Storme: And art thou liuing Stephano? O Stephano,
    two Neapolitanes scap'd?
    Ste. 'Prethee doe not turne me about, my stomacke
    is not constant.
    Cal. These be fine things, and if they be not sprights:
    1160that's a braue God, and beares Celestiall liquor: I will
    kneele to him.
    Ste. How did'st thou scape?
    How cam'st thou hither?
    Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam'st hither: I escap'd
    1165vpon a But of Sacke, which the Saylors heaued o're-
    boord, by this Bottle which I made of the barke of
    a Tree, with mine owne hands, since I was cast a'-
    shore.
    Cal. I'le sweare vpon that Bottle, to be thy true sub-
    1170iect, for the liquor is not earthly.
    St. Heere: sweare then how thou escap'dst.
    Tri. Swom ashore (man) like a Ducke: I can swim
    like a Ducke i'le be sworne.
    Ste. Here, kisse the Booke.
    1175Though thou canst swim like a Ducke, thou art made
    like a Goose.
    Tri. O Stephano, ha'st any more of this?
    Ste. The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rocke
    by th'sea-side, where my Wine is hid:
    1180How now Moone-Calfe, how do's thine Ague?
    Cal. Ha'st thou not dropt from heauen?
    Ste. Out o'th Moone I doe assure thee. I was the
    Man ith' Moone, when time was.
    Cal. I haue seene thee in her: and I doe adore thee:
    1185My Mistris shew'd me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Bush.
    Ste. Come, sweare to that: kisse the Booke: I will
    furnish it anon with new Contents: Sweare.
    Tri. By this good light, this is a very shallow Mon-
    ster: I afeard of him? a very weake Monster:
    1190The Man ith' Moone?
    A most poore creadulous Monster:
    Well drawne Monster, in good sooth.
    Cal. Ile shew thee euery fertill ynch 'oth Island: and
    I will kisse thy foote: I prethee be my god.
    1195Tri. By this light, a most perfidious, and drunken
    Monster, when's god's a sleepe he'll rob his Bottle.
    Cal. Ile kisse thy foot. Ile sweare my selfe thy Subiect.
    Ste. Come on then: downe and sweare.
    Tri. I shall laugh my selfe to death at this puppi-hea-
    1200ded Monster: a most scuruie Monster: I could finde in
    my heart to beate him.
    Ste. Come, kisse.
    Tri. But that the poore Monster's in drinke:
    An abhominable Monster.
    1205Cal. I'le shew thee the best Springs: I'le plucke thee
    Berries: I'le fish for thee; and get thee wood enough.
    A plague vpon the Tyrant that I serue;
    I'le beare him no more Stickes, but follow thee, thou
    wondrous man.
    1210Tri. A most rediculous Monster, to make a wonder of
    a poore drunkard.
    Cal. I 'prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow;
    and I with my long nayles will digge thee pig-nuts;
    show thee a Iayes nest, and instruct thee how to snare
    1215the nimble Marmazet: I'le bring thee to clustring
    Philbirts, and sometimes I'le get thee young Scamels
    from the Rocke: Wilt thou goe with me?
    Ste. I pre'thee now lead the way without any more
    talking. Trinculo, the King, and all our company else
    1220being dround, wee will inherit here: Here; beare my
    Bottle: Fellow Trinculo; we'll fill him by and by a-
    gaine.
    Caliban Sings drunkenly.
    Farewell Master; farewell, farewell.
    1225Tri. A howling Monster: a drunken Monster.
    Cal. No more dams I'le make for fish,
    Nor fetch in firing, at requiring,
    Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish,
    Ban' ban' Cacalyban
    1230Has a new Master, get a new Man.
    Freedome, high-day, high-day freedome, freedome high-
    day, freedome.
    Ste. O braue Monster; lead the way. Exeunt.
    Actus Tertius. Scoena Prima.
    1235Enter Ferdinand (bearing a Log.)
    Fer. There be some Sports are painfull; & their labor
    Delight in them set off: Some kindes of basenesse
    Are nobly vndergon; and most poore matters
    Point to rich ends: this my meane Taske
    1240Would be as heauy to me, as odious, but
    The Mistris which I serue, quickens what's dead,
    And makes my labours, pleasures: O She is
    Ten times more gentle, then her Father's crabbed;
    And he's compos'd of harshnesse. I must remoue
    1245Some thousands of these Logs, and pile them vp,
    Vpon a sore iniunction; my sweet Mistris
    Weepes when she sees me worke, & saies, such basenes
    Had neuer like Executor: I forget:
    But these sweet thoughts, doe euen refresh my labours,
    1250Most busie lest, when I doe it. Enter Miranda and Prospero.
    Mir. Alas, now pray you
    Worke not so hard: I would the lightning had
    Burnt vp those Logs that you are enioynd to pile:
    Pray set it downe, and rest you: when this burnes
    1255'Twill weepe for hauing wearied you: my Father
    Is hard at study; pray now rest your selfe,
    Hee's safe for these three houres.
    Fer. O most deere Mistris,
    The Sun will set before I shall discharge
    1260What I must striue to do.
    Mir. If you'l sit downe
    Ile beare your Logges the while: pray giue me that,
    Ile carry it to the pile.
    Fer. No precious Creature,
    1265I had rather cracke my sinewes, breake my backe,
    Then you should such dishonor vndergoe,
    While I sit lazy by.
    Mir. It would become me
    As well as it do's you; and I should do it
    1270With much more ease: for my good will is to it,
    And yours it is against.
    Pro. Poore worme thou art infected,
    This visitation shewes it.
    Mir. You looke wearily.
    1275Fer. No, noble Mistris, 'tis fresh morning with me
    When y ou are by at night: I do beseech you
    Cheefely, that I might set it in my prayers,
    What is your name?
    Mir. Miranda, O my Father,
    1280I haue broke your hest to say so.
    Fer. Admir'd Miranda,
    Indeede the top of Admiration, worth
    What's deerest to the world: full many a Lady
    I haue ey'd with best regard, and many a time
    1285Th'harmony of their tongues, hath into bondage
    Brought my too diligent eare: for seuerall vertues
    Haue I lik'd seuerall women, neuer any
    With so full soule, but some defect in her
    Did quarrell with the noblest grace she ow'd,
    1290And put it to the foile. But you, O you,
    So perfect, and so peetlesse, are created
    Of euerie Creatures best.
    Mir. I do not know
    One of my sexe; no womans face remember,
    1295Saue from my glasse, mine owne: Nor haue I seene
    More that I may call men, then you good friend,
    And my deere Father: how features are abroad
    I am skillesse of; but by my modestie
    (The iewell in my dower) I would not wish
    1300Any Companion in the world but you:
    Nor can imagination forme a shape
    Besides your selfe, to like of: but I prattle
    Something too wildely, and my Fathers precepts
    I therein do forget.
    1305Fer. I am, in my condition
    A Prince ( Miranda) I do thinke a King
    (I would not so) and would no more endure
    This wodden slauerie, then to suffer
    The flesh-flie blow my mouth: heare my soule speake.
    1310The verie instant that I saw you, did
    My heart flie to your seruice, there resides
    To make me slaue to it, and for your sake
    Am I this patient Logge-man.
    Mir. Do you loue me?
    1315Fer. O heauen; O earth, beare witnes to this sound,
    And crowne what I professe with kinde euent
    If I speake true: if hollowly, inuert
    What best is boaded me, to mischiefe: I,
    Beyond all limit of what else i'th world
    1320Do loue, prize, honor you.
    Mir. I am a foole
    To weepe at what I am glad of.
    Pro. Faire encounter
    Of two most rare affections: heauens raine grace
    1325On that which breeds betweene 'em.
    Fer. Wherefore weepe you?
    Mir. At mine vnworthinesse, that dare not offer
    What I desire to giue; and much lesse take
    What I shall die to want: But this is trifling,
    1330And all the more it seekes to hide it selfe,
    The bigger bulke it shewes. Hence bashfull cunning,
    And prompt me plaine and holy innocence.
    I am your wife, if you will marrie me;
    If not, Ile die your maid: to be your fellow
    1335You may denie me, but Ile be your seruant
    Whether you will or no.
    Fer. My Mistris (deerest)
    And I thus humble euer.
    Mir. My husband then?
    1340Fer. I, with a heart as willing
    As bondage ere of freedome: heere's my hand.
    Mir. And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewel
    Till halfe an houre hence.
    Fer. A thousand, thousand. Exeunt.
    1345Pro. So glad of this as they I cannot be,
    Who are surpriz'd with all; but my reioycing
    At nothing can be more: Ile to my booke,
    For yet ere supper time, must I performe
    Much businesse appertaining. Exit.
    1350 Scoena Secunda.
    Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo.
    Ste. Tell not me, when the But is out we will drinke
    water, not a drop before; therefore beare vp, & boord
    em' Seruant Monster, drinke to me.
    1355Trin. Seruant Monster? the folly of this Iland, they
    say there's but fiue vpon this Isle; we are three of them,
    if th'other two be brain'd like vs, the State totters.
    Ste. Drinke seruant Monster when I bid thee, thy
    eies are almost set in thy head.
    1360Trin. Where should they bee set else? hee were a
    braue Monster indeede if they were set in his taile.
    Ste. My man-Monster hath drown'd his tongue in
    sacke: for my part the Sea cannot drowne mee, I swam
    ere I could recouer the shore, fiue and thirtie Leagues
    1365off and on, by this light thou shalt bee my Lieutenant
    Monster, or my Standard.
    Trin. Your Lieutenant if you list, hee's no standard.
    Ste. Weel not run Monsieur Monster.
    Trin. Nor go neither: but you'l lie like dogs, and yet
    1370say nothing neither.
    Ste. Moone-calfe, speak once in thy life, if thou beest
    a good Moone-calfe.
    Cal. How does thy honour? Let me licke thy shooe:
    Ile not serue him, he is not valiant.
    1375Trin. Thou liest most ignorant Monster, I am in case
    to iustle a Constable: why, thou debosh'd Fish thou,
    was there euer man a Coward, that hath drunk so much
    Sacke as I to day? wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being
    but halfe a Fish, and halfe a Monster?
    1380Cal. Loe, how he mockes me, wilt thou let him my
    Lord?
    Trin. Lord, quoth he? that a Monster should be such
    a Naturall?
    Cal. Loe, loe againe: bite him to death I prethee.
    1385Ste. Trinculo, keepe a good tongue in your head: If
    you proue a mutineere, the next Tree: the poore Mon-
    ster's my subiect, and he shall not suffer indignity.
    Cal. I thanke my noble Lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd
    to hearken once againe to the suite I made to thee?
    1390Ste. Marry will I: kneele, and repeate it,
    I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.
    Enter Ariell inuisible.
    Cal. As I told thee before, I am subiect to a Tirant,
    A Sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me
    1395Of the Island.
    Ariell. Thou lyest.
    Cal. Thou lyest, thou iesting Monkey thou:
    I would my valiant Master would destroy thee.
    I do not lye.
    1400Ste. Trinculo, if y ou trouble him any more in's tale,
    By this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.
    Trin. Why, I said nothing.
    Ste. Mum then, and no more: proceed.
    Cal. I say by Sorcery he got this Isle
    1405From me, he got it. If thy Greatnesse will
    Reuenge it on him, (for I know thou dar'st)
    But this Thing dare not.
    Ste. That's most certaine.
    Cal. Thou shalt be Lord of it, and Ile serue thee.
    1410Ste. How now shall this be compast?
    Canst thou bring me to the party?
    Cal. Yea, yea my Lord, Ile yeeld him thee asleepe,
    Where thou maist knocke a naile into his head.
    Ariell. Thou liest, thou canst not.
    1415Cal. What a py'de Ninnie's this? Thou scuruy patch:
    I do beseech thy Greatnesse giue him blowes,
    And take his bottle from him: When that's gone,
    He shall drinke nought but brine, for Ile not shew him
    Where the quicke Freshes are.
    1420Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger:
    Interrupt the Monster one word further, and by this
    hand, Ile turne my mercie out o'doores, and make a
    Stockfish of thee.
    Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing:
    1425Ile go farther off.
    Ste. Didst thou not say he lyed?
    Ariell. Thou liest.
    Ste. Do I so? Take thou that,
    As you like this, giue me the lye another time.
    1430Trin. I did not giue the lie: Out o'your wittes, and
    hearing too?
    A pox o'your bottle, this can Sacke and drinking doo:
    A murren on your Monster, and the diuell take your
    fingers.
    1435Cal. Ha, ha, ha.
    Ste. Now forward with your Tale: prethee stand
    further off.
    Cal. Beate him enough: after a little time
    Ile beate him too.
    1440Ste. Stand farther: Come proceede.
    Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custome with him
    I'th afternoone to sleepe: there thou maist braine him,
    Hauing first seiz'd his bookes: Or with a logge
    Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
    1445Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember
    First to possesse his Bookes; for without them
    Hee's but a Sot, as I am; nor hath not
    One Spirit to command: they all do hate him
    As rootedly as I. Burne but his Bookes,
    1450He ha's braue Vtensils (for so he calles them)
    Which when he ha's a house, hee'l decke withall.
    And that most deeply to consider, is
    The beautie of his daughter: he himselfe
    Cals her a non-pareill: I neuer saw a woman
    1455But onely Sycorax my Dam, and she;
    But she as farre surpasseth Sycorax,
    As great'st do's least.
    Ste. Is it so braue a Lasse?
    Cal. I Lord, she will become thy bed, I warrant,
    1460And bring thee forth braue brood.
    Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and
    I will be King and Queene, saue our Graces: and Trin-
    culo and thy selfe shall be Vice-royes:
    Dost thou like the plot Trinculo?
    1465Trin. Excellent.
    Ste. Giue me thy hand, I am sorry I beate thee:
    But while thou liu'st keepe a good tongue in thy head.
    Cal. Within this halfe houre will he be asleepe,
    Wilt thou destroy him then?
    1470Ste. I on mine honour.
    Ariell. This will I tell my Master.
    Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure,
    Let vs be iocond. Will you troule the Catch
    You taught me but whileare?
    1475Ste. At thy request Monster, I will do reason,
    Any reason: Come on Trinculo, let vs sing.
    Sings.
    Flout 'em, and cout 'em: and skowt 'em, and flout 'em,
    Thought is free.
    1480Cal. That's not the tune.
    Ariell plaies the tune on a Tabor and Pipe.
    Ste. What is this same?
    Trin. This is the tune of our Catch, plaid by the pic-
    ture of No-body.
    1485Ste. If thou beest a man, shew thy selfe in thy likenes:
    If thou beest a diuell, take't as thou list.
    Trin. O forgiue me my sinnes.
    Ste. He that dies payes all debts: I defie thee;
    Mercy vpon vs.
    1490Cal. Art thou affeard?
    Ste. No Monster, not I.
    Cal. Be not affeard, the Isle is full of noyses,
    Sounds, and sweet aires, that giue delight and hurt not:
    Sometimes a thousand twangling Instruments
    1495Will hum about mine eares; and sometime voices,
    That if I then had wak'd after long sleepe,
    Will make me sleepe againe, and then in dreaming,
    The clouds methought would open, and shew riches
    Ready to drop vpon me, that when I wak'd
    1500I cri'de to dreame againe.
    Ste. This will proue a braue kingdome to me,
    Where I shall haue my Musicke for nothing.
    Cal. When Prospero is destroy'd.
    Ste. That shall be by and by:
    1505I remember the storie.
    Trin. The sound is going away,
    Lets follow it, and after do our worke.
    Ste. Leade Monster,
    Wee'l follow: I would I could see this Taborer,
    1510He layes it on.
    Trin. Wilt come?
    Ile follow Stephano. Exeunt.
    Scena Tertia.
    Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzallo,
    1515Adrian, Francisco, &c.
    Gon. By'r lakin, I can goe no further, Sir,
    My old bones akes: here's a maze trod indeede
    Through fourth-rights, & Meanders: by your patience,
    I needes must rest me.
    1520Al. Old Lord, I cannot blame thee,
    Who, am my selfe attach'd with wearinesse
    To th'dulling of my spirits: Sit downe, and rest:
    Euen here I will put off my hope, and keepe it
    No longer for my Flatterer: he is droun'd
    1525Whom thus we stray to finde, and the Sea mocks
    Our frustrate search on land: well, let him goe.
    Ant. I am right glad, that he's so out of hope:
    Doe not for one repulse forgoe the purpose
    That you resolu'd t'effect.
    1530Seb. The next aduantage will we take throughly.
    Ant. Let it be to night,
    For now they are oppress'd with trauaile, they
    Will not, nor cannot vse such vigilance
    As when they are fresh.
    1535 Solemne and strange Musicke: and Prosper on the top (inui-
    sible:) Enter seuerall strange shapes, bringing in a Banket;
    and dance about it with gentle actions of salutations, and
    inuiting the King, &c. to eate, they depart.
    Seb. I say to night: no more.
    1540Al. What harmony is this? my good friends, harke.
    Gon. Maruellous sweet Musicke.
    Alo. Giue vs kind keepers, heauẽs: what were these?
    Seb. A liuing Drolerie: now I will beleeue
    That there are Vnicornes: that in Arabia
    1545There is one Tree, the Phoenix throne, one Phoenix
    At this houre reigning there.
    Ant. Ile beleeue both:
    And what do's else want credit, come to me
    And Ile besworne 'tis true: Trauellers nere did lye,
    1550Though fooles at home condemne 'em.
    Gon. If in Naples
    I should report this now, would they beleeue me?
    If I should say I saw such Islands;
    (For certes, these are people of the Island)
    1555Who though they are of monstrous shape, yet note
    Their manners are more gentle, kinde, then of
    Our humaine generation you shall finde
    Many, nay almost any.
    Pro. Honest Lord,
    1560Thou hast said well: for some of you there present;
    Are worse then diuels.
    Al. I cannot too much muse
    Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound expressing
    (Although they want the vse of tongue) a kinde
    1565Of excellent dumbe discourse.
    Pro. Praise in departing.
    Fr. They vanish'd strangely.
    Seb. No matter, since
    They haue left their Viands behinde; for wee haue sto- (macks.
    1570Wilt please you taste of what is here?
    Alo. Not I.
    Gon. Faith Sir, you neede not feare: when wee were (Boyes
    Who would beleeue that there were Mountayneeres,
    Dew-lapt, like Buls, whose throats had hanging at 'em
    1575Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men
    Whose heads stood in their brests? which now we finde
    Each putter out of fiue for one, will bring vs
    Good warrant of.
    Al. I will stand to, and feede,
    1580Although my last, no matter, since I feele
    The best is past: brother: my Lord, the Duke,
    Stand too, and doe as we.
    Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariell (like a Harpey) claps
    his wings vpon the Table, and with a quient deuice the
    1585Banquet vanishes.
    Ar. You are three men of sinne, whom destiny
    That hath to instrument this lower world,
    And what is in't: the neuer surfeited Sea,
    Hath caus'd to belch vp you; and on this Island,
    1590Where man doth not inhabit, you 'mongst men,
    Being most vnfit to liue: I haue made you mad;
    And euen with such like valour, men hang, and drowne
    Their proper selues: you fooles, I and my fellowes
    Are ministers of Fate, the Elements
    1595Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
    Wound the loud windes, or with bemockt-at-Stabs
    Kill the still closing waters, as diminish
    One dowle that's in my plumbe: My fellow ministers
    Are like-invulnerable: if you could hurt,
    1600Your swords are now too massie for your strengths,
    And will not be vplifted: But remember
    (For that's my businesse to you) that you three
    From Millaine did supplant good Prospero,
    Expos'd vnto the Sea (which hath requit it)
    1605Him, and his innocent childe: for which foule deed,
    The Powres, delaying (not forgetting) haue
    Incens'd the Seas, and Shores; yea, all the Creatures
    Against your peace: Thee of thy Sonne, Alonso
    They haue bereft; and doe pronounce by me
    1610Lingring perdition (worse then any death
    Can be at once) shall step, by step attend
    You, and your wayes, whose wraths to guard you from,
    Which here, in this most desolate Isle, else fals
    Vpon your heads, is nothing but hearts-sorrow,
    1615And a cleere life ensuing.
    He vanishes in Thunder: then (to soft Musicke.) Enter the
    shapes againe, and daunce (with mockes and mowes) and
    carrying out the Table.
    Pro. Brauely the figure of this Harpie, hast thou
    1620Perform'd (my Ariell) a grace it had deuouring:
    Of my Instruction, hast thou nothing bated
    In what thou had'st to say: so with good life,
    And obseruation strange, my meaner ministers
    Their seuerall kindes haue done: my high charmes work,
    1625And these (mine enemies) are all knit vp
    In their distractions: they now are in my powre;
    And in these fits, I leaue them, while I visit
    Yong Ferdinand (whom they suppose is droun'd)
    And his, and mine lou'd darling.
    1630Gon. I'th name of something holy, Sir, why stand you
    In this strange stare?
    Al. O, it is monstrous: monstrous:
    Me thought the billowes spoke, and told me of it,
    The windes did sing it to me: and the Thunder
    1635(That deepe and dreadfull Organ-Pipe) pronounc'd
    The name of Prosper: it did base my Trespasse,
    Therefore my Sonne i'th Ooze is bedded; and
    I'le seeke him deeper then ere plummet sounded,
    And with him there lye mudded. Exit.
    1640Seb. But one feend at a time,
    Ile fight their Legions ore.
    Ant. Ile be thy Second. Exeunt.
    Gon. All three of them are desperate: their great guilt
    (Like poyson giuen to worke a great time after)
    1645Now gins to bite the spirits: I doe beseech you
    (That are of suppler ioynts) follow them swiftly,
    And hinder them from what this extasie
    May now prouoke them to.
    Ad. Follow, I pray you. Exeunt omnes.
    1650 Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
    Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.
    Pro. If I haue too austerely punish'd you,
    Your compensation makes amends, for I
    Haue giuen you here, a third of mine owne life,
    1655Or that for which I liue: who, once againe
    I tender to thy hand: All thy vexations
    Were but my trials of thy loue, and thou
    Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore heauen
    I ratifie this my rich guift: O Ferdinand,
    1660Doe not smile at me, that I boast her of,
    For thou shalt finde she will out-strip all praise
    And make it halt, behinde her.
    Fer. I doe beleeue it
    Against an Oracle.
    1665Pro. Then, as my guest, and thine owne acquisition
    Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But
    If thou do'st breake her Virgin-knot, before
    All sanctimonious ceremonies may
    With full and holy right, be ministred,
    1670No sweet aspersion shall the heauens let fall
    To make this contract grow; but barraine hate,
    Sower-ey'd disdaine, and discord shall bestrew
    The vnion of your bed, with weedes so loathly
    That you shall hate it both: Therefore take heede,
    1675As Hymens Lamps shall light you.
    Fer. As I hope
    For quiet dayes, faire Issue, and long life,
    With such loue, as 'tis now the murkiest den,
    The most opportune place, the strongst suggestion,
    1680Our worser Genius can, shall neuer melt
    Mine honor into lust, to take away
    The edge of that dayes celebration,
    When I shall thinke, or Phoebus Steeds are founderd,
    Or Night kept chain'd below.
    1685Pro. Fairely spoke;
    Sit then, and talke with her, she is thine owne;
    What Ariell; my industrious seruãt Ariell. Enter Ariell.
    Ar. What would my potent master? here I am.
    Pro. Thou, and thy meaner fellowes, your last seruice
    1690Did worthily performe: and I must vse you
    In such another tricke: goe bring the rabble
    (Ore whom I giue thee powre) here, to this place:
    Incite them to quicke motion, for I must
    Bestow vpon the eyes of this yong couple
    1695Some vanity of mine Art: it is my promise,
    And they expect it from me.
    Ar. Presently?
    Pro. I: with a twincke.
    Ar. Before you can say come, and goe,
    1700And breathe twice; and cry, so, so:
    Each one tripping on his Toe,
    Will be here with mop, and mowe.
    Doe you loue me Master? no?
    Pro. Dearely, my delicate Ariell: doe not approach
    1705Till thou do'st heare me call.
    Ar. Well: I conceiue. Exit.
    Pro. Looke thou be true: doe not giue dalliance
    Too much the raigne: the strongest oathes, are straw
    To th'fire ith' blood: be more abstenious,
    1710Or else good night your vow.
    Fer. I warrant you, Sir,
    The white cold virgin Snow, vpon my heart
    Abates the ardour of my Liuer.
    Pro. Well.
    1715Now come my Ariell, bring a Corolary,
    Rather then want a Spirit; appear, & pertly. Soft musick.
    No tongue: all eyes: be silent. Enter Iris.
    Ir. Ceres, most bounteous Lady, thy rich Leas
    Of Wheate, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oates and Pease;
    1720Thy Turphie-Mountaines, where liue nibling Sheepe,
    And flat Medes thetchd with Stouer, them to keepe:
    Thy bankes with pioned, and twilled brims
    Which spungie Aprill, at thy hest betrims;
    To make cold Nymphes chast crownes; & thy broome- (groues;
    1725Whose shadow the dismissed Batchelor loues,
    Being lasse-lorne: thy pole-clipt vineyard,
    And thy Sea-marge stirrile, and rockey-hard,
    Where thou thy selfe do'st ayre, the Queene o'th Skie,
    Whose watry Arch, and messenger, am I.
    1730Bids thee leaue these, & with her soueraigne grace, Iuno descends.
    Here on this grasse-plot, in this very place
    To come, and sport: here Peacocks flye amaine:
    Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertaine. Enter Ceres.
    Cer. Haile, many-coloured Messenger, that nere
    1735Do'st disobey the wife of Iup iter:
    Who, with thy saffron wings, vpon my flowres
    Diffusest hony drops, refreshing showres,
    And with each end of thy blew bowe do'st crowne
    My boskie acres, and my vnshrubd downe,
    1740Rich scarph to my proud earth: why hath thy Queene
    Summond me hither, to this short gras'd Greene?
    Ir. A contract of true Loue, to celebrate,
    And some donation freely to estate
    On the bles'd Louers.
    1745Cer. Tell me heauenly Bowe,
    If Venus or her Sonne, as thou do'st know,
    Doe now attend the Queene? since they did plot
    The meanes, that duskie Dis, my daughter got,
    Her, and her blind-Boyes scandald company,
    1750I haue forsworne.
    Ir. Of her societie
    Be not afraid: I met her deitie
    Cutting the clouds towards Paphos: and her Son
    Doue-drawn with her: here thought they to haue done
    1755Some wanton charme, vpon this Man and Maide,
    Whose vowes are, that no bed-right shall be paid
    Till Hymens Torch be lighted: but in vaine,
    Marses hot Minion is returnd againe,
    Her waspish headed sonne, has broke his arrowes,
    1760Swears he will shoote no more, but play with Sparrows,
    And be a Boy right out.
    Cer. Highest Queene of State,
    Great Iuno comes, I know her by her gate.
    Iu. How do's my bounteous sister? goe with me
    1765To blesse this twaine, that they may prosperous be,
    And honourd in their Issue. They Sing.
    Iu. Honor, riches, marriage, blessing,
    Long continuance, and encreasing,
    Hourely ioyes, be still vpon you,
    1770 Iuno sings her blessings on you.
    Earths increase, foyzon plentie,
    Barnes, and Garners, neuer empty.
    Vines, with clustring bunches growing,
    Plants, wtth goodly burthen bowing:
    1775Spring come to you at the farthest,
    In the very end of Haruest.
    Scarcity and want shall shun you,
    Ceres blessing so is on you.
    Fer. This is a most maiesticke vision, and
    1780Harmonious charmingly: may I be bold
    To thinke these spirits?
    Pro. Spirits, which by mine Art
    I haue from their confines call'd to enact
    My present fancies.
    1785Fer. Let me liue here euer,
    So rare a wondred Father, and a wife
    Makes this place Paradise.
    Pro. Sweet now, silence:
    Iuno and Ceres whisper seriously,
    1790There's something else to doe: hush, and be mute
    Or else our spell is mar'd.
    Iuno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment.
    Iris. You Nimphs cald Nayades of ye windring brooks,
    With your sedg'd crownes, and euer-harmelesse lookes,
    1795Leaue your crispe channels, and on this green-Land
    Answere your summons, Iuno do's command.
    Come temperate Nimphes, and helpe to celebrate
    A Contract of true Loue: be not too late.
    Enter Certaine Nimphes.
    1800You Sun-burn'd Sicklemen of August weary,
    Come hether from the furrow, and be merry,
    Make holly day: your Rye-straw hats put on,
    And these fresh Nimphes encounter euery one
    In Country footing.
    1805 Enter certaine Reapers (properly habited:) they ioyne with
    the Nimphes, in a gracefull dance, towards the end where-
    of, Prospero starts sodainly and speakes, after which to a
    strange hollow and confused noyse, they heauily vanish.
    Pro. I had forgot that foule conspiracy
    1810Of the beast Calliban, and his confederates
    Against my life: the minute of their plot
    Is almost come: Well done, auoid: no more.
    Fer. This is strange: your fathers in some passion
    That workes him strongly.
    1815Mir. Neuer till this day
    Saw I him touch'd with anger, so distemper'd.
    Pro. You doe looke (my son) in a mou'd sort,
    As if you were dismaid: be cheerefull Sir,
    Our Reuels now are ended: These our actors,
    1820(As I foretold you) were all Spirits, and
    Are melted into Ayre, into thin Ayre,
    And like the baselesse fabricke of this vision
    The Clowd-capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces,
    The solemne Temples, the great Globe it selfe,
    1825Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolue,
    And like this insubstantiall Pageant faded
    Leaue not a racke behinde: we are such stuffe
    As dreames are made on; and our little life
    Is rounded with a sleepe: Sir, I am vext,
    1830Beare with my weakenesse, my old braine is troubled:
    Be not disturb'd with my infirmitie,
    If you be pleas'd, retire into my Cell,
    And there repose, a turne or two, Ile walke
    To still my beating minde.
    1835Fer. Mir. We wish your peace. Exit.
    Pro. Come with a thought; I thank thee Ariell: come.
    Enter Ariell.
    Ar. Thy thoughts I cleaue to, what's thy pleasure?
    Pro. Spirit: We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
    1840Ar. I my Commander, when I presented Ceres
    I thought to haue told thee of it, but I fear'd
    Least I might anger thee.
    Pro. Say again, where didst thou leaue these varlots?
    Ar. I told you Sir, they were red-hot with drinking,
    1845So full of valour, that they smote the ayre
    For breathing in their faces: beate the ground
    For kissing of their feete; yet alwaies bending
    Towards their proiect: then I beate my Tabor,
    At which like vnback't colts they prickt their eares,
    1850Aduanc'd their eye-lids, lifted vp their noses
    As they smelt musicke, so I charm'd their eares
    That Calfe-like, they my lowing follow'd, through
    Tooth'd briars, sharpe firzes, pricking gosse, & thorns,
    Which entred their fraile shins: at last I left them
    1855I'th' filthy mantled poole beyond your Cell,
    There dancing vp to th'chins, that the fowle Lake
    Ore-stunck their feet.
    Pro. This was well done (my bird)
    Thy shape inuisible retaine thou still:
    1860The trumpery in my house, goe bring it hither
    For stale to catch these theeues. Ar. I go, I goe. Exit.
    Pro. A Deuill, a borne-Deuill, on whose nature
    Nurture can neuer sticke: on whom my paines
    Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost,
    1865And, as with age, his body ouglier growes,
    So his minde cankers: I will plague them all,
    Euen to roaring: Come, hang on them this line.
    Enter Ariell, loaden with glistering apparell, &c. Enter
    Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.
    1870Cal. Pray you tread softly, that the blinde Mole may
    not heare a foot fall: we now are neere his Cell.
    St. Monster, your Fairy, wc you say is a harmles Fairy,
    Has done little better then plaid the Iacke with vs.
    Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-pisse, at which
    1875My nose is in great indignation.
    Ste. So is mine. Do you heare Monster: If I should
    Take a displeasure against you: Looke you.
    Trin. Thou wert but a lost Monster.
    Cal. Good my Lord, giue me thy fauour stil,
    1880Be patient, for the prize Ile bring thee too
    Shall hudwinke this mischance: therefore speake softly,
    All's husht as midnight yet.
    Trin. I, but to loose our bottles in the Poole.
    Ste. There is not onely disgrace and dishonor in that
    1885Monster, but an infinite losse.
    Tr. That's more to me then my wetting:
    Yet this is your harmlesse Fairy, Monster.
    Ste. I will fetch off my bottle,
    Though I be o're eares for my labour.
    1890Cal. Pre-thee (my King) be quiet. Seest thou heere
    This is the mouth o'th Cell: no noise, and enter:
    Do that good mischeefe, which may make this Island
    Thine owne for euer, and I thy Caliban
    For aye thy foot-licker.
    1895Ste. Giue me thy hand,
    I do begin to haue bloody thoughts.
    Trin. O King Stephano, O Peere: O worthy Stephano,
    Looke what a wardrobe heere is for thee.
    Cal. Let it alone thou foole, it is but trash.
    1900Tri. Oh, ho, Monster: wee know what belongs to a
    frippery, O King Stephano.
    Ste. Put off that gowne (Trinculo) by this hand Ile
    haue that gowne.
    Tri. Thy grace shall haue it.
    1905Cal. The dropsie drowne this foole, what doe you (meane
    To doate thus on such luggage? let's alone
    And doe the murther first: if he awake,
    From toe to crowne hee'l fill our skins with pinches,
    Make vs strange stuffe.
    1910Ste. Be you quiet (Monster) Mistris line, is not this
    my Ierkin? now is the Ierkin vnder the line: now Ier-
    kin you are like to lose your haire, & proue a bald Ierkin.
    Trin. Doe, doe; we steale by lyne and leuell, and't
    like your grace.
    1915Ste. I thank thee for that iest; heer's a garment for't:
    Wit shall not goe vn-rewarded while I am King of this
    Country: Steale by line and leuell, is an excellent passe
    of pate: there's another garment for't.
    Tri. Monster, come put some Lime vpon your fin-
    1920gers, and away with the rest.
    Cal. I will haue none on't: we shall loose our time,
    And all be turn'd to Barnacles, or to Apes
    With foreheads villanous low.
    Ste. Monster, lay to your fingers: helpe to beare this
    1925away, where my hogshead of wine is, or Ile turne you
    out of my kingdome: goe to, carry this.
    Tri. And this.
    Ste. I, and this.
    A noyse of Hunters heard. Enter diuers Spirits in shape
    1930 of Dogs and Hounds, hunting them about: Prospero
    and Ariel setting them on.
    Pro. Hey Mountaine, hey.
    Ari. Siluer: there it goes, Siluer.
    Pro. Fury, Fury: there Tyrant, there: harke, harke.
    1935Goe, charge my Goblins that they grinde their ioynts
    With dry Convultions, shorten vp their sinewes
    With aged Cramps, & more pinch-spotted make them,
    Then Pard, or Cat o' Mountaine.
    Ari. Harke, they rore.
    1940Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this houre
    Lies at my mercy all mine enemies:
    Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
    Shalt haue the ayre at freedome: for a little
    Follow, and doe me seruice. Exeunt.
    1945 Actus quintus: Scoena Prima.
    Enter Prospero (in his Magicke robes) and Ariel.
    Pro. Now do's my Proiect gather to a head:
    My charmes cracke not: my Spirits obey, and Time
    Goes vpright with his carriage: how's the day?
    1950Ar. On the sixt hower, at which time, my Lord
    You said our worke should cease.
    Pro. I did say so,
    When first I rais'd the Tempest: say my Spirit,
    How fares the King, and's followers?
    1955Ar. Confin'd together
    In the same fashion, as you gaue in charge,
    Iust as you left them; all prisoners Sir
    In the Line-groue which weather-fends your Cell,
    They cannot boudge till your release: The King,
    1960His Brother, and yours, abide all three distracted,
    And the remainder mourning ouer them,
    Brim full of sorrow, and dismay: but chiefly
    Him that you term'd Sir, the good old Lord Gonzallo,
    His teares runs downe his beard like winters drops
    1965From eaues of reeds: your charm so strongly works 'em
    That if you now beheld them, your affections
    Would become tender.
    Pro. Dost thou thinke so, Spirit?
    Ar. Mine would, Sir, were I humane.
    1970Pro. And mine shall.
    Hast thou (which art but aire) a touch, a feeling
    Of their afflictions, and shall not my selfe,
    One of their kinde, that rellish all as sharpely,
    Passion as they, be kindlier mou'd then thou art?
    1975Thogh with their high wrongs I am strook to th'quick,
    Yet, with my nobler reason, gainst my furie
    Doe I take part: the rarer Action is
    In vertue, then in vengeance: they, being penitent,
    The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
    1980Not a frowne further: Goe, release them Ariell,
    My Charmes Ile breake, their sences Ile restore,
    And they shall be themselues.
    Ar. Ile fetch them, Sir. Exit.
    Pro. Ye Elues of hils, brooks, stãding lakes & groues,
    1985And ye, that on the sands with printlesse foote
    Doe chase the ebbing-Neptune, and doe flie him
    When he comes backe: you demy-Puppets, that
    By Moone-shine doe the greene sowre Ringlets make,
    Whereof the Ewe not bites: and you, whose pastime
    1990Is to make midnight-Mushrumps, that reioyce
    To heare the solemne Curfewe, by whose ayde
    (Weake Masters though ye be) I haue bedymn'd
    The Noone-tide Sun, call'd forth the mutenous windes,
    And twixt the greene Sea, and the azur'd vault
    1995Set roaring warre: To the dread ratling Thunder
    Haue I giuen fire, and rifted Ioues stowt Oke
    With his owne Bolt: The strong bass'd promontorie
    Haue I made shake, and by the spurs pluckt vp
    The Pyne, and Cedar. Graues at my command
    2000Haue wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth
    By my so potent Art. But this rough Magicke
    I heere abiure: and when I haue requir'd
    Some heauenly Musicke (which euen now I do)
    To worke mine end vpon their Sences, that
    2005This Ayrie-charme is for, I'le breake my staffe,
    Bury it certaine fadomes in the earth,
    And deeper then did euer Plummet sound
    Ile drowne my booke. Solemne musicke.
    Heere enters Ariel before: Then Alonso with a franticke ge-
    2010 sture, attended by Gonzalo. Sebastian and Anthonio in
    like manner attended by Adrian and Francisco: They all
    enter the circle which Prospero had made, and there stand
    charm'd: which Prospero obseruing, speakes.
    A solemne Ayre, and the best comforter,
    2015To an vnsetled fancie, Cure thy braines
    (Now vselesse) boile within thy skull: there stand
    For you are Spell-stopt.
    Holy Gonzallo, Honourable man,
    Mine eyes ev'n sociable to the shew of thine
    2020Fall fellowly drops: The charme dissolues apace,
    And as the morning steales vpon the night
    (Melting the darkenesse) so their rising sences
    Begin to chace the ignorant fumes that mantle
    Their cleerer reason. O good Gonzallo
    2025My true preseruer, and a loyall Sir,
    To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
    Home both in word, and deede: Most cruelly
    Did thou Alonso, vse me, and my daughter:
    Thy brother was a furtherer in the Act,
    2030Thou art pinch'd for't now Sebastian. Flesh, and bloud,
    You, brother mine, that entertaine ambition,
    Expelld remorse, and nature, whom, with Sebastian
    (Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong)
    Would heere haue kill'd your King: I do forgiue thee,
    2035Vnnaturall though thou art: Their vnderstanding
    Begins to swell, and the approching tide
    Will shortly fill the reasonable shore
    That now ly foule, and muddy: not one of them
    That yet lookes on me, or would know me: Ariell,
    2040Fetch me the Hat, and Rapier in my Cell,
    I will discase me, and my selfe present
    As I was sometime Millaine: quickly Spirit,
    Thou shalt ere long be free.
    Ariell sings, and helps to attire him.
    2045Where the Bee sucks, there suck I,
    In a Cowslips bell, I lie,
    There I cowch when Owles doe crie,
    On the Batts backe I doe flie
    after Sommer merrily.
    2050Merrily, merrily, shall I liue now,
    Vnder the blossom that hangs on the Bow.
    Pro. Why that's my dainty Ariell: I shall misse
    Thee, but yet thou shalt haue freedome: so, so, so.
    To the Kings ship, inuisible as thou art,
    2055There shalt thou finde the Marriners asleepe
    Vnder the Hatches: the Master and the Boat-swaine
    Being awake, enforce them to this place;
    And presently, I pre'thee.
    Ar. I drinke the aire before me, and returne
    2060Or ere your pulse twice beate. Exit.
    Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement
    Inhabits heere: some heauenly power guide vs
    Out of this fearefull Country.
    Pro. Behold Sir King
    2065The wronged Duke of Millaine, Prospero:
    For more assurance that a liuing Prince
    Do's now speake to thee, I embrace thy body,
    And to thee, and thy Company, I bid
    A hearty welcome.
    2070Alo. Where thou bee'st he or no,
    Or some inchanted triflle to abuse me,
    (As late I haue beene) I not know: thy Pulse
    Beats as of flesh, and blood: and since I saw thee,
    Th'affliction of my minde amends, with which
    2075I feare a madnesse held me: this must craue
    (And if this be at all) a most strange story.
    Thy Dukedome I resigne, and doe entreat
    Thou pardon me my wrongs: But how shold Prospero
    Be liuing, and be heere?
    2080Pro. First, noble Frend,
    Let me embrace thine age, whose honor cannot
    Be measur'd, or confin'd.
    Gonz. Whether this be,
    Or be not, I'le not sweare.
    2085Pro. You doe yet taste
    Some subtleties o'th'Isle, that will not let you
    Beleeue things certaine: Wellcome, my friends all,
    But you, my brace of Lords, were I so minded
    I heere could plucke his Highnesse frowne vpon you
    2090And iustifie you Traitors: at this time
    I will tell no tales.
    Seb. The Diuell speakes in him:
    Pro. No:
    For you (most wicked Sir) whom to call brother
    2095Would euen infect my mouth, I do forgiue
    Thy rankest fault; all of them: and require
    My Dukedome of thee, which, perforce I know
    Thou must restore.
    Alo. If thou beest Prospero
    2100Giue vs particulars of thy preseruation,
    How thou hast met vs heere, whom three howres since
    Were wrackt vpon this shore? where I haue lost
    (How sharp the point of this remembrance is)
    My deere sonne Ferdinand.
    2105Pro. I am woe for't, Sir.
    Alo. Irreparable is the losse, and patience
    Saies, it is past her cure.
    Pro. I rather thinke
    You haue not sought her helpe, of whose soft grace
    2110For the like losse, I haue her soueraigne aid,
    And rest my selfe content.
    Alo. You the like losse?
    Pro. As great to me, as late, and supportable
    To make the deere losse, haue I meanes much weaker
    2115Then you may call to comfort you; for I
    Haue lost my daughter.
    Alo. A daughter?
    Oh heauens, that they were liuing both in Nalpes
    The King and Queene there, that they were, I wish
    2120My selfe were mudded in that oo-zie bed
    Where my sonne lies: when did you lose your daughter?
    Pro. In this last Tempest. I perceiue these Lords
    At this encounter doe so much admire,
    That they deuoure their reason, and scarce thinke
    2125Their eies doe offices of Truth: Their words
    Are naturall breath: but howsoeu'r you haue
    Beene iustled from your sences, know for certain
    That I am Prospero, and that very Duke
    Which was thrust forth of Millaine, who most strangely
    2130Vpon this shore (where you were wrackt) was landed
    To be the Lord on't: No more yet of this,
    For 'tis a Chronicle of day by day,
    Not a relation for a break-fast, nor
    Befitting this first meeting: Welcome, Sir;
    2135This Cell's my Court: heere haue I few attendants,
    And Subiects none abroad: pray you looke in:
    My Dukedome since you haue giuen me againe,
    I will requite you with as good a thing,
    At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye
    2140As much, as me my Dukedome.
    Here Prospero discouers Ferdinand and Miranda, play-
    ing at Chesse.
    Mir. Sweet Lord, you play me false.
    Fer. No my dearest loue,
    2145I would not for the world.
    Mir. Yes, for a score of Kingdomes, you should (wrangle,
    And I would call it faire play.
    Alo. If this proue
    A vision of the Island, one deere Sonne
    2150Shall I twice loose.
    Seb. A most high miracle.
    Fer. Though the Seas threaten they are mercifull,
    I haue curs'd them without cause.
    Alo. Now all the blessings
    2155Of a glad father, compasse thee about:
    Arise, and say how thou cam'st heere.
    Mir. O wonder!
    How many goodly creatures are there heere?
    How beauteous mankinde is? O braue new world
    2160That has such people in't.
    Pro. 'Tis new to thee.
    Alo. What is this Maid, with whom thou was't at (play?
    Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three houres:
    Is she the goddesse that hath seuer'd vs,
    2165And brought vs thus together?
    Fer. Sir, she is mortall;
    But by immortall prouidence, she's mine;
    I chose her when I could not aske my Father
    For his aduise: nor thought I had one: She
    2170Is daughter to this famous Duke of Millaine,
    Of whom, so often I haue heard renowne,
    But neuer saw before: of whom I haue
    Receiu'd a second life; and second Father
    This Lady makes him to me.
    2175Alo. I am hers.
    But O, how odly will it sound, that I
    Must aske my childe forgiuenesse?
    Pro. There Sir stop,
    Let vs not b urthen our remembrances, with
    2180A heauinesse that's gon.
    Gon. I haue inly wept,
    Or should haue spoke ere this: looke downe you gods
    And on this couple drop a blessed crowne;
    For it is you, that haue chalk'd forth the way
    2185Which brought vs hither.
    Alo. I say Amen, Gonzallo.
    Gon. Was Millaine thrust from Millaine, that his Issue
    Should become Kings of Naples? O reioyce
    Beyond a common ioy, and set it downe
    2190With gold on lasting Pillers: In one voyage
    Did Claribell her husband finde at Tunis,
    And Ferdinand her brother, found a wife,
    Where he himselfe was lost: Prospero, his Dukedome
    In a poore Isle: and all of vs, our selues,
    2195When no man was his owne.
    Alo. Giue me your hands:
    Let griefe and sorrow still embrace his heart,
    That doth not wish you ioy.
    Gon. Be it so, Amen.
    2200Enter Ariell, with the Master and Boatswaine
    amazedly following.
    O looke Sir, looke Sir, here is more of vs:
    I prophesi'd, if a Gallowes were on Land
    This fellow could not drowne: Now blasphemy,
    2205That swear'st Grace ore-boord, not an oath on shore,
    Hast thou no mouth by land?
    What is the newes?
    Bot. The best newes is, that we haue safely found
    Our King, and company: The next: our Ship,
    2210Which but three glasses since, we gaue out split,
    Is tyte, and yare; and brauely rig'd, as when
    We first put out to Sea.
    Ar. Sir, all this seruice
    Haue I done since I went.
    2215Pro. My tricksey Spirit.
    Alo. These are not naturall euents, they strengthen
    From strange, to stranger: say, how came you hither?
    Bot. If I did thinke, Sir, I were well awake,
    I'ld striue to tell you: we were dead of sleepe,
    2220And (how we know not) all clapt vnder hatches,
    Where, but euen now, with strange, and seuerall noyses
    Of roring, shreeking, howling, gingling chaines,
    And mo diuersitie of sounds, all horrible.
    We were awak'd: straight way, at liberty;
    2225Where we, in all our trim, freshly beheld
    Our royall, good, and gallant Ship: our Master
    Capring to eye her: on a trice, so please you,
    Euen in a dreame, were we diuided from them,
    And were brought moaping hither.
    2230Ar. Was't well done?
    Pro. Brauely (my diligence) thou shalt be free.
    Alo. This is as strange a Maze, as ere men trod,
    And there is in this businesse, more then nature
    Was euer conduct of: some Oracle
    2235Must rectifie our knowledge.
    Pro. Sir, my Leige,
    Doe not infest your minde, with beating on
    The strangenesse of this businesse, at pickt leisure
    (Which shall be shortly single) I'le resolue you,
    2240(Which to you shall seeme probable) of euery
    These happend accidents: till when, be cheerefull
    And thinke of each thing well: Come hither Spirit,
    Set Caliban, and his companions free:
    Vntye the Spell: How fares my gracious Sir?
    2245There are yet missing of your Companie
    Some few odde Lads, that you remember not.
    Enter Ariell, driuing in Caliban, Stephano, and
    Trinculo in their stolne Apparell.
    Ste. Euery man shift for all the rest, and let
    2250No man take care for himselfe; for all is
    But fortune: Coragio Bully-Monster Corasio.
    Tri. If these be true spies which I weare in my head,
    here's a goodly sight.
    Cal. O Setebos, these be braue Spirits indeede:
    2255How fine my Master is? I am afraid
    He will chastise me.
    Seb. Ha, ha:
    What things are these, my Lord Anthonio?
    Will money buy em?
    2260Ant. Very like: one of them
    Is a plaine Fish, and no doubt marketable.
    Pro. Marke but the badges of these men, my Lords,
    Then say if they be true: This mishapen knaue;
    His Mother was a Witch, and one so strong
    2265That could controle the Moone; make flowes, and ebs,
    And deale in her command, without her power:
    These three haue robd me, and this demy-diuell;
    (For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them
    To take my life: two of these Fellowes, you
    2270Must know, and owne, this Thing of darkenesse, I
    Acknowledge mine.
    Cal. I shall be pincht to death.
    Alo. Is not this Stephano, my drunken Butler?
    Seb. He is drunke now;
    2275Where had he wine?
    Alo. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they
    Finde this grand Liquor that hath gilded 'em?
    How cam'st thou in this pickle?
    Tri. I haue bin in such a pickle since I saw you last,
    2280That I feare me will neuer out of my bones:
    I shall not feare fly-blowing.
    Seb. Why how now Stephano?
    Ste. O touch me not, I am not Stephano, but a Cramp.
    Pro. You'ld be King o'the Isle, Sirha?
    2285Ste. I should haue bin a sore one then.
    Alo. This is a strange thing as ere I look'd on.
    Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his Manners
    As in his shape: Goe Sirha, to my Cell,
    Take with you your Companions: as you looke
    2290To haue my pardon, trim it handsomely.
    Cal. I that I will: and Ile be wise hereafter,
    And seeke for grace: what a thrice double Asse
    Was I to take this drunkard for a god?
    And worship this dull foole?
    2295Pro. Goe to, away.
    Alo. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you (found it.
    Seb. Or stole it rather.
    Pro. Sir, I inuite your Highnesse, and your traine
    To my poore Cell: where you shall take your rest
    2300For this one night, which part of it, Ile waste
    With such discourse, as I not doubt, shall make it
    Goe quicke away: The story of my life,
    And the particular accidents, gon by
    Since I came to this Isle: And in the morne
    2305I'le bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
    Where I haue hope to see the nuptiall
    Of these our deere-belou'd, solemnized,
    And thence retire me to my Millaine, where
    Euery third thought shall be my graue.
    2310Alo. I long
    To heare the story of your life; which must
    Take the eare starngely.
    Pro. I'le deliuer all,
    And promise you calme Seas, auspicious gales,
    2315And saile, so expeditious, that shall catch
    Your Royall fleete farre off: My Ariel; chicke
    That is thy charge: Then to the Elements
    Be free, and fare thou well: please you draw neere.
    Exeunt omnes.
    2320EPILOGVE,
    spoken by Prospero.
    NOw my Charmes are all ore-throwne,
    And what strength I haue's mine owne.
    Which is most faint: now 'tis true
    2325I must be heere confinde by you,
    Or sent to Naples, Let me not
    Since I haue my Dukedome got,
    And pardon'd the deceiuer, dwell
    In this bare Island, by your Spell,
    2330But release me from my bands
    With the helpe of your good hands:
    Gentle breath of yours, my Sailes
    Must fill, or else my proiect failes,
    Which was to please: Now I want
    2335Spirits to enforce: Art to inchant,
    And my ending is despaire,
    Vnlesse I be relieu'd by praier
    Which pierces so, that it assaults
    Mercy it selfe, and frees all faults.
    2340 As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
    Let your Indulgence set me free. Exit.
    The Scene, an vn-inhabited Island
    Names of the Actors.
    Alonso, K[ing]. of Naples:
    2345Sebastian his Brother.
    Prospero, the right Duke of Millaine.
    Anthonio his brother, the vsurping Duke of Millaine.
    Ferdinand, Son to the King of Naples.
    Gonzalo, an honest old Councellor.
    2350Adrian, & Francisco, Lords.
    Caliban, a saluage and deformed slaue.
    Trinculo, a Iester.
    Stephano, a drunken Butler.
    Master of a Ship.
    2355Boate-Swaine.
    Marriners.
    Miranda, daughter to Prospero.
    Ariell, an ayrie spirit.
    Iris }
    2360Ceres }
    Iuno } Spirits
    Nymphes }
    Reapers }
    Spirits. }
    2365FINIS.
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