5BOte-swaine.

6Botes. Heere Master: What cheere?

7Mast. Good: Speake to th'Mariners: fall

8too't, yarely, or we run our selues a ground,

9bestirre, bestirre. Exit.

11Botes. Heigh my hearts, cheerely, cheerely my harts:

12yare, yare: Take in the toppe-sale: Tend to th'Masters

13whistle: Blow till thou burst thy winde, if roome e-

14nough.

17Alon. Good Boteswaine haue care: where's the Ma-

18ster? Play the men.

19Botes. I pray now keepe below.

20Anth. Where is the Master, Boson?

21Botes. Do you not heare him? you marre our labour,

22Keepe your Cabines: you do assist the storme.

23Gonz. Nay, good be patient.

24Botes. When the Sea is: hence, what cares these roa-

25rers for the name of King? to Cabine; silence: trouble

26vs not.

27Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboord.

28Botes. None that I more loue then my selfe. You are

29a Counsellor, if you can command these Elements to si-

30lence, and worke the peace of the present, wee will not

31hand a rope more, vse your authoritie: If you cannot,

32giue thankes you haue liu'd so long, and make your

33selfe readie in your Cabine for the mischance of the

34houre, if it so hap. Cheerely good hearts: out of our

35way I say. Exit.

36Gon. I haue great comfort from this fellow: methinks

37he hath no drowning marke vpon him, his complexion

38is perfect Gallowes: stand fast good Fate to his han-

39ging, make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our

40owne doth little aduantage: If he be not borne to bee

41hang'd, our case is miserable. Exit.

43Botes. Downe with the top-Mast: yare, lower, lower,

44bring her to Try with Maine-course. A plague ---

46vpon this howling: they are lowder then the weather,

47or our office: yet againe? What do you heere? Shal we

48giue ore and drowne, haue you a minde to sinke?

49Sebas. A poxe o'your throat, you bawling, blasphe-

50mous incharitable Dog.

51Botes. Worke you then.

52Anth. Hang cur, hang, you whoreson insolent Noyse-

53maker, we are lesse afraid to be drownde, then thou art.

54Gonz. I'le warrant him for drowning, though the

55Ship were no stronger then a Nutt-shell, and as leaky as

56an vnstanched wench.

57Botes. Lay her a hold, a hold, set her two courses off

58to Sea againe, lay her off.

60Mari. All lost, to prayers, to prayers, all lost.

61Botes. What must our mouths be cold?

62Gonz. The King, and Prince, at prayers, let's assist them,

63for our case is as theirs.

64Sebas. I'am out of patience.

65An. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards,

66This wide-chopt-rascall, would thou mightst lye drow-

67ning the washing of ten Tides.

68Gonz. Hee'l be hang'd yet,

69Though euery drop of water sweare against it,

70And gape at widst to glut him. A confused noyse within.

71Mercy on vs.

72We split, we split, Farewell my wife, and children,

73Farewell brother: we split, we split, we split.

74Anth. Let's all sinke with' King

75Seb. Let's take leaue of him. Exit.

76Gonz. Now would I giue a thousand furlongs of Sea,

77for an Acre of barren ground: Long heath, Browne

78firrs, any thing; the wills aboue be done, but I would

79faine dye a dry death. Exit.

82Mira. If by your Art (my deerest father) you haue

83Put the wild waters in this Rore; alay them:

84The skye it seemes would powre down stinking pitch,

85But that the Sea, mounting to th' welkins cheeke,

86Dashes the fire out. Oh! I haue suffered

87With those that I saw suffer: A braue vessell

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

89Dash'd all to peeces: O the cry did knocke

90Against my very heart: poore soules, they perish'd.

91Had I byn any God of power, I would

92Haue suncke the Sea within the Earth, or ere

93It should the good Ship so haue swallow'd, and

94The fraughting Soules within her.

95Pros. Be collected,

96No more amazement: Tell your pitteous heart

97there's no harme done.

98Mira. O woe, the day.

99Pros. No harme:

100I haue done nothing, but in care of thee

101(Of thee my deere one; thee my daughter) who

102Art ignorant of what thou art. naught knowing

103Of whence I am: nor that I am more better

104Then Prospero, Master of a full poore cell,

105And thy no greater Father.

106Mira. More to know

107Did neuer medle with my thoughts.

108Pros. 'Tis time

109I should informe thee farther: Lend thy hand

110And plucke my Magick garment from me: So,

111Lye there my Art: wipe thou thine eyes, haue comfort,

112The direfull spectacle of the wracke which touch'd

113The very vertue of compassion in thee:

114I haue with such prouision in mine Art

115So safely ordered, that there is no soule

116No not so much perdition as an hayre

117Betid to any creature in the vessell

118Which thou heardst cry, which thou saw'st sinke: Sit [downe,

119For thou must now know farther.

120Mira. You haue often

121Begun to tell me what I am, but stopt

122And left me to a bootelesse Inquisition,

123Concluding, stay: not yet.

124Pros. The howr's now come

125The very minute byds thee ope thine eare,

126Obey, and be attentiue. Canst thou remember

127A time before we came vnto this Cell?

128I doe not thinke thou canst, for then thou was't not

129Out three yeeres old.

130Mira. Certainely Sir, I can.

131Pros. By what? by any other house, or person?

132Of any thing the Image, tell me, that

133Hath kept with thy remembrance.

134Mira. 'Tis farre off:

135And rather like a dreame, then an assurance

136That my remembrance warrants: Had I not

137Fowre, or fiue women once, that tended me?

138Pros. Thou hadst; and more Miranda: But how is it

139That this liues in thy minde? What seest thou els

140In the dark-backward and Abisme of Time?

141Yf thou remembrest ought ere thou cam'st here,

142How thou cam'st here thou maist.

143Mira. But that I doe not.

144Pros. Twelue yere since ( Miranda) twelue yere since,

145Thy father was the Duke of Millaine and

146A Prince of power:

147Mira. Sir, are not you my Father?

148Pros. Thy Mother was a peece of vertue, and

149She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father

150Was Duke of Millaine, and his onely heire,

151And Princesse; no worse Issued.

152Mira. O the heauens,

153What fowle play had we, that we came from thence?

154Or blessed was't we did?

155Pros. Both, both my Girle.

156By fowle-play (as thou saist) were we heau'd thence,

157But blessedly holpe hither.

158Mira. O my heart bleedes

159To thinke oth' teene that I haue turn'd you to,

160Which is from my remembrance, please you, farther;

161Pros. My brother and thy vncle, call'd Anthonio:

162I pray thee marke me, that a brother should

163Be so perfidious: he, whom next thy selfe

164Of all the world I lou'd, and to him put

165The mannage of my state, as at that time

166Through all the signories it was the first,

167And Prospero, the prime Duke, being so reputed

168In dignity; and for the liberall Artes,

169Without a paralell; those being all my studie,

170The Gouernment I cast vpon my brother,

171And to my State grew stranger, being transported

172And rapt in secret studies, thy false vncle

173(Do'st thou attend me?)

174Mira. Sir, most heedefully.

175Pros. Being once perfected how to graunt suites,

176how to deny them: who t'aduance, and who

177To trash for ouer-topping; new created

178The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd 'em,

179Or els new form'd 'em; hauing both the key,

180Of Officer, and office, set all hearts i'th state

181To what tune pleas'd his eare, that now he was

182The Iuy which had hid my princely Trunck,

183And suckt my verdure out on't: Thou attend'st not?

184Mira. O good Sir, I doe.

185Pros. I pray thee marke me:

186I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated

187To closenes, and the bettering of my mind

188with that, which but by being so retir'd

189Ore-priz'd all popular rate: in my false brother

190Awak'd an euill nature, and my trust

191Like a good parent, did beget of him

192A falsehood in it's contrarie, as great

193As my trust was, which had indeede no limit,

194A confidence sans bound. He being thus Lorded,

195Not onely with what my reuenew yeelded,

196But what my power might els exact. Like one

197Who hauing into truth, by telling of it,

198Made such a synner of his memorie

199To credite his owne lie, he did beleeue

200He was indeed the Duke, out o'th' Substitution

201And executing th'outward face of Roialtie

202With all prerogatiue: hence his Ambition growing:

203Do'st thou heare?

204Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafenesse.

205Pros. To haue no Schreene between this part he plaid,

206And him he plaid it for, he needes will be

207Absolute Millaine, Me (poore man) my Librarie

208Was Dukedome large enough: of temporall roalties

209He thinks me now incapable. Confederates

210(so drie he was for Sway) with King of Naples

211To giue him Annuall tribute, doe him homage

212Subiect his Coronet, to his Crowne and bend

213The Dukedom yet vnbow'd (alas poore Millaine)

214To most ignoble stooping.

215Mira. Oh the heauens:

216Pros. Marke his condition, and th'euent, then tell me

217If this might be a brother.

218Mira. I should sinne

219To thinke but Noblie of my Grand-mother,

220Good wombes haue borne bad sonnes.

221Pro. Now the Condition.

222This King of Naples being an Enemy

223To me inueterate, hearkens my Brothers suit,

224Which was, That he in lieu o'th' premises,

225Of homage, and I know not how much Tribute,

226Should presently extirpate me and mine

227Out of the Dukedome, and confer faire Millaine

228With all the Honors, on my brother: Whereon

229A treacherous Armie leuied, one mid-night

230Fated to th' purpose, did Anthonio open

231The gates of Millaine, and ith' dead of darkenesse

232The ministers for th' purpose hurried thence

233Me, and thy crying selfe.

234Mir. Alack, for pitty:

235I not remembring how I cride out then

236Will cry it ore againe: it is a hint

237That wrings mine eyes too't.

238Pro. Heare a little further,

239And then I'le bring thee to the present businesse

240Which now's vpon's: without the which, this Story

241Were most impertinent.

242Mir. Wherefore did they not

243That howre destroy vs?

244Pro. Well demanded, wench:

245My Tale prouokes that question: Deare, they durst not,

246So deare the loue my people bore me: nor set

247A marke so bloudy on the businesse; but

248With colours fairer, painted their foule ends.

249In few, they hurried vs a-boord a Barke,

250Bore vs some Leagues to Sea, where they prepared

251A rotten carkasse of a Butt, not rigg'd,

252Nor tackle, sayle, nor mast, the very rats

253Instinctiuely haue quit it: There they hoyst vs

254To cry to th' Sea, that roard to vs; to sigh

255To th' windes, whose pitty sighing backe againe

256Did vs but louing wrong.

257Mir. Alack, what trouble

258Was I then to you?

259Pro. O, a Cherubin

260Thou was't that did preserue me; Thou didst smile,

261Infused with a fortitude from heauen,

262When I haue deck'd the sea with drops full salt,

263Vnder my burthen groan'd, which rais'd in me

264An vndergoing stomacke, to beare vp

265Against what should ensue.

266Mir. How came we a shore?

267Pro. By prouidence diuine,

268Some food, we had, and some fresh water, that

269A noble Neopolitan Gonzalo

270Out of his Charity, (who being then appointed

271Master of this designe) did giue vs, with

272Rich garments, linnens, stuffs, and necessaries

273Which since haue steeded much, so of his gentlenesse

274Knowing I lou'd my bookes, he furnishd me

275From mine owne Library, with volumes, that

276I prize aboue my Dukedome.

277Mir. Would I might

278But euer see that man.

279Pro. Now I arise,

280Sit still, and heare the last of our sea-sorrow:

281Heere in this Iland we arriu'd, and heere

282Haue I, thy Schoolemaster, made thee more profit

283Then other Princesse can, that haue more time

284For vainer howres; and Tutors, not so carefull.

285Mir. Heuens thank you for't. And now I pray you Sir,

286For still 'tis beating in my minde; your reason

287For raysing this Sea-storme?

288Pro. Know thus far forth,

289By accident most strange, bountifull Fortune

290(Now my deere Lady) hath mine enemies

291Brought to this shore: And by my prescience

292I finde my Zenith doth depend vpon

293A most auspitious starre, whose influence

294If now I court not, but omit; my fortunes

295Will euer after droope: Heare cease more questions,

296Thou art inclinde to sleepe: 'tis a good dulnesse,

297And giue it way: I know thou canst not chuse:

298Come away, Seruant, come; I am ready now,

299Approach my Ariel. Come. Enter Ariel.

300Ari. All haile, great Master, graue Sir, haile: I come

301To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,

302To swim, to diue into the fire: to ride

303On the curld clowds: to thy strong bidding, taske

304Ariel, and all his Qualitie.

305Pro. Hast thou, Spirit,

306Performd to point, the Tempest that I bad thee.

307Ar. To euery Article.

308I boorded the Kings ship: now on the Beake,

309Now in the Waste, the Decke, in euery Cabyn,

310I flam'd amazement, sometime I'ld diuide

311And burne in many places; on the Top-mast,

312The Yards and Bore-spritt, would I flame distinctly,

313Then meete, and ioyne. Ioues Lightning, the precursers

314O'th dreadfull Thunder-claps more momentarie

315And sight out-running were not; the fire, and cracks

316Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune

317Seeme to besiege, and make his bold waues tremble,

318Yea, his dread Trident shake.

319Pro. My braue Spirit,

320Who was so firme, so constant, that this coyle

321Would not infect his reason?

322Ar. Not a soule

323But felt a Feauer of the madde, and plaid

324Some tricks of desperation; all but Mariners

325Plung'd in the foaming bryne, and quit the vessell;

326Then all a fire with me the Kings sonne Ferdinand

327With haire vp-staring (then like reeds, not haire)

328Was the first man that leapt; cride hell is empty,

329And all the Diuels are heere.

330Pro. Why that's my spirit:

331But was not this nye shore?

332Ar. Close by, my Master.

333Pro. But are they ( Ariell) safe?

334Ar. Not a haire perishd:

335On their sustaining garments not a blemish,

336But fresher then before: and as thou badst me,

337In troops I haue dispersd them 'bout the Isle:

338The Kings sonne haue I landed by himselfe,

339Whom I left cooling of the Ayre with sighes,

340In an odde Angle of the Isle, and sitting

341His armes in this sad knot.

342Pro. Of the Kings ship,

343The Marriners, say how thou hast disposd,

344And all the rest o'th' Fleete?

345Ar. Safely in harbour

346Is the Kings shippe, in the deepe Nooke, where once

347Thou calldst me vp at midnight to fetch dewe

348From the still-vext Bermoothes, there she's hid;

349The Marriners all vnder hatches stowed,

350Who, with a Charme ioynd to their suffred labour

351I haue left asleep: and for the rest o'th' Fleet

352(Which I dispers'd) they all haue met againe,

353And are vpon the Mediterranian Flote

354Bound sadly home for Naples,

355Supposing that they saw the Kings ship wrackt,

356And his great person perish.

357Pro. Ariel, thy charge

358Exactly is perform'd; but there's more worke:

359What is the time o'th'day?

360Ar. Past the mid season.

361Pro. At least two Glasses: the time 'twixt six & now

362Must by vs both be spent most preciously.

363Ar. Is there more toyle? Since y^u dost giue me pains,

364Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,

365Which is not yet perform'd me.

366Pro. How now? moodie?

367What is't thou canst demand?

368Ar. My Libertie.

369Pro. Before the time be out? no more:

370Ar. I prethee,

371Remember I haue done thee worthy seruice,

372Told thee no lyes, made thee no mistakings, serv'd

373Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou did promise

374To bate me a full yeere.

375Pro. Do'st thou forget

376From what a torment I did free thee? Ar.No.

377Pro. Thou do'st: & thinkst it much to tread y^e Ooze

378Of the salt deepe;

379To run vpon the sharpe winde of the North,

380To doe me businesse in the veines o'th' earth

381When it is bak'd with frost.

382Ar. I doe not Sir.

383Pro. Thou liest, malignant Thing: hast thou forgot

384The fowle Witch Sycorax, who with Age and Enuy

385Was growne into a hoope? hast thou forgot her?

386Ar. No Sir.

387Pro. Thou hast: where was she born? speak: tell me:

388Ar. Sir, in Argier.

389Pro. Oh, was she so: I must

390Once in a moneth recount what thou hast bin,

391Which thou forgetst. This damn'd Witch Sycorax

392For mischiefes manifold, and sorceries terrible

393To enter humane hearing, from Argier

394Thou know'st was banish'd: for one thing she did

395They wold not take her life: Is not this true? Ar. I, Sir.

396Pro. This blew ey'd hag, was hither brought with (child,

397And here was left by th' Saylors; thou my slaue,

398As thou reportst thy selfe, was then her seruant,

399And for thou wast a Spirit too delicate

400To act her earthy, and abhord commands,

401Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee

402By helpe of her more potent Ministers,

403And in her most vnmittigable rage,

404Into a clouen Pyne, within which rift

405Imprison'd, thou didst painefully remaine

406A dozen yeeres: within which space she di'd,

407And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groanes

408As fast as Mill-wheeles strike: Then was this Island

409(Saue for the Son, that he did littour heere,

410A frekelld whelpe, hag-borne) not honour'd with

411A humane shape.

412Ar. Yes: Caliban her sonne.

413Pro. Dull thing, I say so: he, that Caliban

414Whom now I keepe in seruice, thou best know'st

415What torment I did finde thee in; thy grones

416Did make wolues howle, and penetrate the breasts

417Of euer-angry Beares; it was a torment

418To lay vpon the damn'd, which Sycorax

419Could not againe vndoe: it was mine Art,

420When I arriu'd, and heard thee, that made gape

421The Pyne, and let thee out.

422Ar. I thanke thee Master.

423Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an Oake

424And peg-thee in his knotty entrailes, till

425Thou hast howl'd away twelue winters.

426Ar. Pardon, Master,

427I will be correspondent to command

428And doe my spryting, gently.

429Pro. Doe so: and after two daies

430I will discharge thee.

431Ar. That's my noble Master:

432What shall I doe? say what? what shall I doe?

433Pro. Goe make thy selfe like a Nymph o'th' Sea,

434Be subiect to no sight but thine, and mine: inuisible

435To euery eye-ball else: goe take this shape

436And hither come in't: goe: hence

438Pro. Awake, deere hart awake, thou hast slept well,

439Awake.

440Mir. The strangenes of your story, put

441Heauinesse in me.

442Pro. Shake it off: Come on,

443Wee'll visit Caliban, my slaue, who neuer

444Yeelds vs kinde answere.

445Mir. 'Tis a villaine Sir, I doe not loue to looke on.

446Pro. But as 'tis

447We cannot misse him: he do's make our fire,

448Fetch in our wood, and serues in Offices

449That profit vs: What hoa: slaue: Caliban:

450Thou Earth, thou: speake.

451Cal. within. There's wood enough within.

452Pro. Come forth I say, there's other busines for thee:

453Come thou Tortoys, when? Enter Ariel like a water-

455Hearke in thine eare.

456Ar. My Lord, it shall be done. Exit.

457Pro. Thou poysonous slaue, got by y^e diuell himselfe

458Vpon thy wicked Dam; come forth. Enter Caliban.

459Cal. As wicked dewe, as ere my mother brush'd

460With Rauens feather from vnwholesome Fen

461Drop on you both: A Southwest blow on yee,

462And blister you all ore.

463Pro. For this be sure, to night thou shalt haue cramps,

464Side-stitches, that shall pen thy breath vp, Vrchins

465Shall for that vast of night, that they may worke

466All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

467As thicke as hony-combe, each pinch more stinging

468Then Bees that made 'em.

469Cal. I must eat my dinner:

470This Island's mine by Sycorax my mother,

471Which thou tak'st from me: when thou cam'st first

472Thou stroakst me, & made much of me: wouldst giue me

473Water with berries in't: and teach me how

474To name the bigger Light, and how the lesse

475That burne by day, and night: and then I lou'd thee

476And shew'd thee all the qualities o'th' Isle,

477The fresh Springs, Brine-pits; barren place and fertill,

478Curs'd be I that did so: All the Charmes

479Of Sycorax: Toades, Beetles, Batts light on you:

480For I am all the Subiects that you haue,

481Which first was min owne King: and here you sty-me

482In this hard Rocke, whiles you doe keepe from me

483The rest o'th' Island.

484Pro. Thou most lying slaue,

485Whom stripes may moue, not kindnes: I haue vs'd thee

486(Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd thee

487In mine owne Cell, till thou didst seeke to violate

488The honor of my childe.

489Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, would't had bene done:

490Thou didst preuent me, I had peopel'd else

491This Isle with Calibans.

492Mira. Abhorred Slaue,

493Which any print of goodnesse wilt not take,

494Being capable of all ill: I pittied thee,

495Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each houre

496One thing or other: when thou didst not (Sauage)

497Know thine owne meaning; but wouldst gabble, like

498A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes

499With words that made them knowne: But thy vild race

500(Tho thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures

501Could not ab ide to be with; therefore wast thou

502Deseruedly confin'd into this Rocke, who hadst

503Deseru'd more then a prison.

504Cal. You taught me Language, and my profit on't

505Is, I know how to curse: the red-plague rid you

506For learning me your language.

507Pros. Hag-seed, hence:

508Fetch vs in Fewell, and be quicke thou'rt best

509To answer other businesse: shrug'st thou (Malice)

510If thou neglectst, or dost vnwillingly

511What I command, Ile racke thee with old Crampes,

512Fill all thy bones with Aches, make thee rore,

513That beasts shall tremble at thy dyn.

514Cal. No, 'pray thee.

515I must obey, his Art is of such pow'r,

516It would controll my Dams god Setebos,

517And make a vassaile of him.

518Pro. So slaue, hence. Exit Cal.

520Ariel Song.

530Fer. Where shold this Musick be? I'th aire, or th'earth?

531It sounds no more: and sure it waytes vpon

532Some God 'oth' Iland, sitting on a banke,

533Weeping againe the King my Fathers wracke.

534This Musicke crept by me vpon the waters,

535Allaying both their fury, and my passion

536With it's sweet ayre: thence I haue follow'd it

537(Or it hath drawne me rather) but 'tis gone.

538No, it begins againe.

539Ariell Song.

548Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd father,

549This is no mortall busines, nor no sound

550That the earth owes: I heare it now aboue me.

551Pro. The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance,

552And say what thou see'st yond.

553Mira. What is't a Spirit?

554Lord, how it lookes about: Beleeue me sir,

555It carries a braue forme. But 'tis a spirit.

556Pro. No wench, it eats, and sleeps, & hath such senses

557As we haue: such. This Gallant which thou seest

558Was in the wracke: and but hee's something stain'd

559With greefe (that's beauties canker) y^u might'st call him

560A goodly person: he hath lost his fellowes,

561And strayes about to finde 'em.

562Mir. I might call him

563A thing diuine, for nothing naturall

564I euer saw so Noble.

565Pro. It goes on I see

566As my soule prompts it: Spirit, fine spirit, Ile free thee

567Within two dayes for this.

568Fer. Most sure the Goddesse

569On whom these ayres attend: Vouchsafe my pray'r

570May know if you remaine vpon this Island,

571And that you will some good instruction giue

572How I may beare me heere: my prime request

573(Which I do last pronounce) is (O you wonder)

574If you be Mayd, or no?

575Mir. No wonder Sir,

576But certainly a Mayd.

577Fer. My Language? Heauens:

578I am the best of them that speake this speech,

579Were I but where 'tis spoken.

580Pro. How? the best?

581What wer't thou if the King of Naples heard thee?

582Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders

583To heare thee speake of Naples: he do's heare me,

584And that he do's, I weepe: my selfe am Naples,

585Who, with mine eyes (neuer since at ebbe) beheld

586The King my Father wrack't.

587Mir. Alacke, for mercy.

588Fer. Yes faith, & all his Lords, the Duke of Millaine

589And his braue sonne, being twaine.

590Pro. The Duke of Millaine

591And his more brauer daughter, could controll thee

592If now 'twere fit to do't: At the first sight

593They haue chang'd eyes: Delicate Ariel,

594Ile set thee free for this. A word good Sir,

595I feare you haue done your selfe some wrong: A word.

596Mir. Why speakes my father so vngently? This

597Is the third man that ere I saw: the first

598That ere I sigh'd for: pitty moue my father

599To be enclin'd my way.

600Fer. O, if a Virgin,

601And your affection not gone forth, Ile make you

602The Queene of Naples.

603Pro. Soft sir, one word more.

604They are both in eythers pow'rs: But this swift busines

605I must vneasie make, least too light winning

606Make the prize light. One word more: I charge thee

607That thou attend me: Thou do'st heere vsurpe

608The name thou ow'st not, and hast put thy selfe

609Vpon this Island, as a spy, to win it

610From me, the Lord on't.

611Fer. No, as I am a man.

612Mir. Ther's nothing ill, can dwell in such a Temple,

613If the ill-spirit haue so fayre a house,

614Good things will striue to dwell with't.

615Pro. Follow me.

616Pros. Speake not you for him: hee's a Traitor: come,

617Ile manacle thy necke and feete toge ther:

618Sea water shalt thou drinke: thy food shall be

619The fresh-brooke Mussels, wither'd roots, and huskes

620Wherein the Acorne cradled. Follow.

621Fer. No,

622I will resist such entertainment, till

623Mine enemy ha's more pow'r.

625Mira. O deere Father,

626Make not too rash a triall of him, for

627Hee's gentle, and not fearfull.

628Pros. What I say,

629My foote my Tutor? Put thy sword vp Traitor,

630Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike: thy conscience

631Is so possest with guilt: Come, from thy ward,

632For I can heere disarme thee with this sticke,

633And make thy weapon drop.

634Mira. Beseech you Father.

635Pros. Hence: hang not on my garments.

636Mira. Sir haue pity,

637Ile be his surety.

638Pros. Silence: One word more

639Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee: What,

640An aduocate for an Impostor? Hush:

641Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,

642(Hauing seene but him and Caliban:) Foolish wench,

643To th'most of men, this is a Caliban,

644And they to him are Angels.

645Mira. My affections

646Are then most humble: I haue no ambition

647To see a goodlier man.

648Pros. Come on, obey:

649Thy Nerues are in their infancy againe.

650And haue no vigour in them.

651Fer. So they are:

652My spirits, as in a dreame, are all bound vp:

653My Fathers losse, the weaknesse which I feele,

654The wracke of all my friends, nor this mans threats,

655To whom I am subdude, are but light to me,

656Might I but through my prison once a day

657Behold this Mayd: all corners else o'th' Earth

658Let liberty make vse of: space enough

659Haue I in such a prison.

660Pros. It workes: Come on.

661Thou hast done well, fine Ariell: follow me,

662Harke what thou else shalt do mee.

663Mira. Be of comfort,

664My Fathers of a better nature (Sir)

665Then he appeares by speech: this is vnwonted

666Which now came from him.

667Pros. Thou shalt be as free

668As mountaine windes; but then exactly do

669All points of my command.

670Ariell. To th'syllable.

671Pros. Come follow: speake not for him. Exeunt.

675Gonz. Beseech you Sir, be merry; you haue cause,

676(So haue we all) of ioy; for our escape

677Is much beyond our losse; our hint of woe

678Is common, euery day, some Saylors wife,

679The Masters of some Merchant, and the Merchant

680Haue iust our Theame of woe: But for the miracle,

681(I meane our preseruation) few in millions

682Can speake like vs: then wisely (good Sir) weigh

683Our sorrow, with our comfort.

684Alons. Prethee peace.

685Seb. He receiues comfort like cold porredge.

686Ant. The Visitor will not giue him ore so.

687Seb. Looke, hee's winding vp the watch of his wit,

688By and by it will strike.

689Gon. Sir.

690Seb. One: Tell.

691Gon. When euery greefe is entertaind,

692That's offer'd comes to th'entertainer.

693Seb. A dollor.

694Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed, you haue spoken

695truer then you purpos'd.

696Seb. You haue taken it wiselier then I meant you

697should.

698Gon. Therefore my Lord.

699Ant. Fie, what a spend-thrift is he of his tongue.

700Alon. I pre-thee spare.

701Gon. Well, I haue done: But yet

702Seb. He will be talking.

703Ant. Which, of he, or Adrian, for a good wager,

704First begins to crow?

705Seb. The old Cocke.

706Ant. The Cockrell.

707Seb. Done: The wager?

708Ant. A Laughter.

709Seb. A match.

710Adr. Though this Island seeme to be desert.

711Seb. Ha, ha, ha.

712Ant. So: you'r paid.

713Adr. Vninhabitable, and almost inaccessible.

714Seb. Yet

715Adr. Yet

716Ant. He could not misse't.

717Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate

718temperance.

719Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

720Seb. I, and a subtle, as he most learnedly deliuer'd.

721Adr. The ayre breathes vpon vs here most sweetly.

722Seb. As if it had Lungs, and rotten ones.

723Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a Fen.

724Gon. Heere is euery thing aduantageous to life.

725Ant. True, saue meanes to liue.

726Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

727Gon. How lush and lusty the grasse lookes?

728How greene?

729Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.

730Seb. With an eye of greene in't.

731Ant. He misses not much.

732Seb. No: he doth but mistake the truth totally.

733Gon. But the rariety of it is, which is indeed almost

734beyond credit.

735Seb. As many voucht rarieties are.

736Gon. That our Garments being (as they were) drencht

737in the Sea, hold notwithstanding their freshnesse and

738glosses, being rather new dy'de then stain'd with salte

739water.

740Ant. If but one of his pockets could speake, would

741it not say he lyes?

742Seb. I, or very falsely pocket vp his report.

743Gon. Me thinkes our garments are now as fresh as

744when we put them on first in Affricke, at the marriage

745of the kings faire daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis.

746Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in

747our returne.

748Adri. Tunis was neuer grac'd before with such a Pa-

749ragon to their Queene.

750Gon. Not since widdow Dido's time.

751Ant. Widow? A pox o'that: how came that Wid-

752dow in? Widdow Dido!

753Seb. What if he had said Widdower AEneas too?

754Good Lord, how you take it?

755Adri. Widdow Dido said you? You make me study

756of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis.

757Gon. This Tunis Sir was Carthage.

758Adri. Carthage? Gon. I assure you Carthage.

759Ant. His word is more then the miraculous Harpe.

760Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.

761Ant. What impossible matter wil he make easy next?

762Seb. I thinke hee will carry this Island home in his

763pocket, and giue it his sonne for an Apple.

764Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the Sea, bring

765forth more Islands.

766Gon. I. Ant. Why in good time.

767Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seeme

768now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage

769of your daughter, who is now Queene.

770Ant. And the rarest that ere came there.

771Seb. Bate (I beseech you) widdow Dido.

772Ant. O Widdow Dido? I, Widdow Dido.

773Gon. Is not Sir my doublet as fresh as the first day I

774wore it? I meane in a sort.

775Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.

776Gon. When I wore it at your daughters marriage.

777Alon. You cram these words into mine eares, against

778the stomacke of my sense: would I had neuer

779Married my daughter there: For comming thence

780My sonne is lost, and (in my rate) she too,

781Who is so farre from Italy remoued,

782I ne're againe shall see her: O thou mine heire

783Of Naples and of Millaine, what strange fish

784Hath made his meale on thee?

785Fran. Sir he may liue,

786I saw him beate the surges vnder him,

787And ride vpon their backes; he trod the water

788Whose enmity he flung aside: and brested

789The surge most swolne that met him: his bold head

790'Boue the contentious waues he kept. and oared

791Himselfe with his good armes in lusty stroke

792To th'shore; that ore his waue-worne basis bowed

793As stooping to releeue him: I not doubt

794He came aliue to Land.

795Alon. No, no, hee's gone.

796Seb. Sir you may thank your selfe for this great losse,

797That would not blesse our Europe with your daughter,

798But rather loose her to an Affrican,

799Where she at least, is banish'd from your eye,

800Who hath cause to wet the greefe on't.

801Alon. Pre-thee peace.

802Seb. You were kneel'd too, & importun'd otherwise

803By all of vs: and the faire soule her selfe

804Waigh'd betweene loathnesse, and obedience, at

805Which end o'th'beame should bow: we haue lost your (son,

806I feare for euer: Millaine and Naples haue

807Mo widdowes in them of this businesse making,

808Then we bring men to comfort them:

809The faults your owne.

810Alon. So is the deer'st oth' losse.

811Gon. My Lord Sebastian,

812The truth you speake doth lacke some gentlenesse,

813And time to speake it in: you rub the sore,

814When you should bring the plaister.

815Seb. Very well. Ant. And most Chirurgeonly.

816Gon. It is foule weather in vs all, good Sir,

817When you are cloudy.

818Seb. Fowle weather? Ant. Very foule.

819Gon. Had I plantation of this Isle my Lord.

820Ant. Hee'd sow't with Nettle-seed.

821Seb. Or dockes, or Mallowes.

822Gon. And were the King on't, what would I do?

823Seb. Scape being drunke, for want of Wine.

824Gon. I'th'Commonwealth I would (by contraries)

825Execute all things: For no kinde of Trafficke

826Would I admit: No name of Magistrate:

827Letters should not be knowne: Riches, pouerty,

828And vse of seruice, none: Contract, Succession,

829Borne, bound of Land, Tilth, Vineyard none:

830No vse of Mettall, Corne, or Wine, or Oyle:

831No occupation, all men idle, all:

832And Women too, but innocent and pure:

833No Soueraignty.

834Seb. Yet he would be King on't.

835Ant. The latter end of his Common-wealth forgets

836the beginning.

837Gon. All things in common Nature should produce

838Without sweat or endeuour: Treason, fellony,

839Sword, Pike, Knife, Gun, or neede of any Engine

840Would I not haue: but Nature should bring forth

841Of it owne kinde, all foyzon, all abundance

842To feed my innocent people.

843Seb. No marrying 'mong his subiects?

844Ant. None (man) all idle; Whores and knaues,

845Gon. I would with such perfection gouerne Sir:

846T'Excell the Golden Age.

847Seb. 'Saue his Maiesty. Ant. Long liue Gonzalo.

848Gon. And do you marke me, Sir?

849Alon. Pre-thee no more: thou dost talke nothing to (me.

850Gon. I do well beleeue your Highnesse, and did it

851to minister occasion to these Gentlemen, who are of

852such sensible and nimble Lungs, that they alwayes vse

853to laugh at nothing.

854Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.

855Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling am nothing

856to you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.

857Ant. What a blow was there giuen?

858Seb. And it had not falne flat-long.

859Gon. You are Gentlemen of braue mettal: you would

860lift the Moone out of her spheare, if she would continue

861in it fiue weekes without changing.

863Seb. We would so, and then go a Bat-fowling.

864Ant. Nay good my Lord, be not angry.

865Gon. No I warrant you, I will not aduenture my

866discretion so weakly: Will you laugh me asleepe, for I

867am very heauy.

868Ant. Go sleepe, and heare vs.

869Alon. What, all so soone asleepe? I wish mine eyes

870Would (with themselues) shut vp my thoughts,

871I finde they are inclin'd to do so.

872Seb. Please you Sir,

873Do not omit the heauy offer of it:

874It sildome visits sorrow, when it doth, it is a Comforter.

875Ant. We two my Lord, will guard your person,

876While you take your rest, and watch your safety.

877Alon. Thanke you: Wondrous heauy.

878Seb. What a strange drowsines possesses them?

879Ant. It is the quality o'th'Clymate.

880Seb. Why

881Doth it not then our eye-lids sinke? I finde

882Not my selfe dispos'd to sleep.

883Ant. Nor I, my spirits are nimble:

884They fell together all, as by consent

885They dropt, as by a Thunder-stroke: what might

886Worthy Sebastian? O, what might? no more:

887And yet, me thinkes I see it in thy face,

888What thou should'st be: th'occasion speaks thee, and

889My strong imagination see's a Crowne

890Dropping vpon thy head.

891Seb. What? art thou waking?

892Ant. Do you not heare me speake?

893Seb. I do, and surely

894It is a sleepy Language; and thou speak'st

895Out of thy sleepe: What is it thou didst say?

896This is a strange repose, to be asleepe

897With eyes wide open: standing, speaking, mouing:

898And yet so fast asleepe.

899Ant. Noble Sebastian,

900Thou let'st thy fortune sleepe: die rather: wink'st

901Whiles thou art waking.

902Seb. Thou do'st snore distinctly,

903There's meaning in thy snores.

904Ant. I am more serious then my custome: you

905Must be so too, if heed me: which to do,

906Trebbles thee o're.

907Seb. Well: I am standing water.

908Ant. Ile teach you how to flow.

909Seb. Do so: to ebbe

910Hereditary Sloth instructs me.

911Ant. O!

912If you but knew how you the purpose cherish

913Whiles thus you mocke it: how in stripping it

914You more inuest it: ebbing men, indeed

915(Most often) do so neere the bottome run

916By their owne feare, or sloth.

917Seb. 'Pre-thee say on,

918The setting of thine eye, and cheeke proclaime

919A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,

920Which throwes thee much to yeeld.

921Ant. Thus Sir:

922Although this Lord of weake remembrance; this

923Who shall be of as little memory

924When he is earth'd, hath here almost perswaded

925(For hee's a Spirit of perswasion, onely

926Professes to perswade) the King his sonne's aliue,

927'Tis as impossible that hee's vndrown'd,

928As he that sleepes heere, swims.

929Seb. I haue no hope

930That hee's vndrown'd.

931Ant. O, out of that no hope,

932What great hope haue you? No hope that way, Is

933Another way so high a hope, that euen

934Ambition cannot pierce a winke beyond

935But doubt discouery there. Will you grant with me

936That Ferdinand is drown'd.

937Seb. He's gone.

938Ant. Then tell me, who's the next heire of Naples?

939Seb. Claribell.

940Ant. She that is Queene of Tunis: she that dwels

941Ten leagues beyond mans life: she that from Naples

942Can haue no note, vnlesse the Sun were post:

943The Man i'th Moone's too slow, till new-borne chinnes

944Be rough, and Razor-able: She that from whom

945We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast againe,

946(And by that destiny) to performe an act

947Whereof, what's past is Prologue; what to come

948In yours, and my discharge.

949Seb. What stuffe is this? How say you?

950'Tis true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tunis,

951So is she heyre of Naples, 'twixt which Regions

952There is some space.

953Ant. A space, whose eu'ry cubit

954Seemes to cry out, how shall that Claribell

955Measure vs backe to Naples? keepe in Tunis,

956And let Sebastian wake. Say, this were death

957That now hath seiz'd them, why they were no worse

958Then now they are: There be that can rule Naples

959As well as he that sleepes: Lords, that can prate

960As amply, and vnnecessarily

961As this Gonzallo: I my selfe could make

962A Chough of as deepe chat: O, that you bore

963The minde that I do; what a sleepe were this

964For your aduancement? Do you vnderstand me?

965Seb. Me thinkes I do.

966Ant. And how do's your content

967Tender your owne good fortune?

968Seb. I remember

969You did supplant your Brothet Prospero.

970Ant. True:

971And looke how well my Garments sit vpon me,

972Much feater then before: My Brothers seruants

973Were then my fellowes, now they are my men.

974Seb. But for your conscience.

975Ant. I Sir: where lies that? If 'twere a kybe

976'Twould put me to my slipper: But I feele not

977This Deity in my bosome: 'Twentie consciences

978That stand 'twixt me, and Millaine, candied be they,

979And melt ere they mollest: Heere lies your Brother,

980No better then the earth he lies vpon,

981If he were that which now hee's like (that's dead)

982Whom I with this obedient steele (three inches of it)

983Can lay to bed for euer: whiles you doing thus,

984To the perpetuall winke for aye might put

985This ancient morsell: this Sir Prudence, who

986Should not vpbraid our course: for all the rest

987They'l take suggestion, as a Cat laps milke,

988They'l tell the clocke, to any businesse that

989We say befits the houre.

990Seb. Thy case, deere Friend

991Shall be my president: As thou got'st Millaine,

992I'le come by Naples: Draw thy sword, one stroke

993Shall free thee from the tribute which thou paiest,

994And I the King shall loue thee.

995Ant. Draw together:

996And when I reare my hand, do you the like

997To fall it on Gonzalo.

998Seb. O, but one word.

1000Ariel. My Master through his Art foresees the danger

1001That you (his friend) are in, and sends me forth

1002(For else his proiect dies) to keepe them liuing.

1010Ant. Then let vs both be sodaine.

1011Gon. Now, good Angels preserue the King.

1012Alo. Why how now hoa; awake? why are you drawn?

1013Wherefore this ghastly looking?

1014Gon. What's the matter?

1015Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,

1016(Euen now) we heard a hollow burst of bellowing

1017Like Buls, or rather Lyons, did't not wake you?

1018It strooke mine eare most terribly.

1019Alo. I heard nothing.

1020Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a Monsters eare;

1021To make an earthquake: sure it was the roare

1022Of a whole heard of Lyons.

1023Alo. Heard you this Gonzalo?

1024Gon. Vpon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming,

1025(And that a strange one too) which did awake me:

1026I shak'd you Sir, and cride: as mine eyes opend,

1027I saw their weapons drawne: there was a noyse,

1028That's verily: 'tis best we stand vpon our guard;

1029Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.

1030Alo. Lead off this ground & let's make further search

1031For my poore sonne.

1032Gon. Heauens keepe him from these Beasts:

1033For he is sure i'th Island.

1034Alo. Lead away.

1035Ariell. Prospero my Lord, shall know what I haue (done.

1036So (King) goe safely on to seeke thy Son. Exeunt.

1040Cal. All the infections that the Sunne suckes vp

1041From Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Prosper fall, and make him

1042By ynch-meale a disease: his Spirits heare me,

1043And yet I needes must curse. But they'll nor pinch,

1044Fright me with Vrchyn-shewes, pitch me i'th mire,

1045Nor lead me like a fire-brand, in the darke

1046Out of my way, vnlesse he bid 'em; but

1047For euery trifle, are they set vpon me,

1048Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me,

1049And after bite me: then like Hedg-hogs, which

1050Lye tumbling in my bare-foote way, and mount

1051Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I

1052All wound with Adders, who with clouen tongues

1053Doe hisse me into madnesse: Lo, now Lo, Enter Trinculo.

1054Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment me

1055For bringing wood in slowly: I'le fall flat,

1056Perchance he will not minde me.

1057Tri. Here's neither bush, nor shrub to beare off any

1058weather at all: and another Storme brewing, I heare it

1059sing ith' winde: yond same blacke cloud, yond huge

1060one, lookes like a foule bumbard that would shed his

1061licquor: if it should thunder, as it did before, I know

1062not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot

1063choose but fall by paile-fuls. What haue we here, a man,

1064or 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

1066newest poore-Iohn: a strange fish: were I in England

1067now (as once I was) and had but this fish painted; not

1068a holiday-foole there but would giue a peece of siluer:

1069there, would this Monster, make a man: any strange

1070beast there, makes a man: when they will not giue a

1071doit to relieue a lame Begger, they will lay out ten to see

1072a dead Indian: Leg'd like a man; and his Finnes like

1073Armes: warme o' my troth: I doe now let loose my o-

1074pinion; hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an Islan-

1075der, that hath lately suffered by a Thunderbolt: Alas,

1076the storme is come againe: my best way is to creepe vn-

1077der his Gaberdine: there is no other shelter herea-

1078bout: Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfel-

1079lowes: I will here shrowd till the dregges of the storme

1080be past.

1082Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, here shall I dye ashore.

1083This is a very scuruy tune to sing at a mans

1084Funerall: well, here's my comfort. Drinkes.

1094This is a scuruy tune too:

1095But here's my comfort. drinks.

1096Cal. Doe not torment me: oh.

1097Ste. What's the matter?

1098Haue we diuels here?

1099Doe you put trickes vpon's with Saluages, and Men of

1100Inde? ha? I haue not scap'd drowning, to be afeard

1101now of your foure legges: for it hath bin said; as pro-

1102per a man as euer went on foure legs, cannot make him

1103giue ground: and it shall be said so againe, while Ste-

1104phano breathes at' nostrils.

1105Cal. The Spirit torments me: oh.

1106Ste. This is some Monster of the Isle, with foure legs;

1107who hath got (as I take it) an Ague: where the diuell

1108should he learne our language? I will giue him some re-

1109liefe 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-

1111sent for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-lea-

1112ther.

1113Cal. Doe not torment me 'prethee: I'le bring my

1114wood home faster.

1115Ste. He's in his fit now; and doe's not talke after the

1116wisest; hee shall taste of my Bottle: if hee haue neuer

1117drunke wine afore, it will goe neere to remoue his Fit:

1118if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, I will not take

1119too much for him; hee shall pay for him that hath him,

1120and that soundly.

1121Cal. Thou do'st me yet but little hurt; thou wilt a-

1122non, I know it by thy trembling: Now Prosper workes

1123vpon thee.

1124Ste. Come on your wayes: open your mouth: here

1125is that which will giue language to you Cat; open your

1126mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and

1127that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open

1128your chaps againe.

1129Tri. I should know that voyce:

1130It should be,