If by your art, my dearest father, you have
1.2.383Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
1.2.484The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch
1.2.585But that the sea, mounting to th'welkin's cheek,
1.2.686Dashes the fire out. Oh! I have suffered
1.2.787With those that I saw suffer. A brave vessel
1.2.888(Who had no doubt some noble creature in her)
1.2.989Dashed all to pieces. Oh, the cry did knock
1.2.1090Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perished.
1.2.1191Had I been any god of power, I would
1.2.1292Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere
1.2.1393It should the good ship so have swallowed and
1.2.1494The fraughting souls within her.
The fraughting souls within her. Be collected.
1.2.1596No more amazement; tell your piteous heart
There's no harm done. Oh, woe the day!
There's no harm done. Oh, woe the day! No harm!
1.2.17100I have done nothing but in care of thee --
1.2.18101Of thee my dear one, thee my daughter -- who
1.2.19102Art ignorant of what thou art, not knowing
1.2.20103Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
1.2.21104Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father. More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts. 'Tis time
1.2.24109I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand
1.2.25110And pluck my magic garment from me. So
1.2.26111Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
1.2.27112The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touched
1.2.28113The very virtue of compassion in thee,
1.2.29114I have, with such provision in mine art,
1.2.30115So safely ordered that there is no soul
1.2.31116(No, not so much perdition as an hair!)
1.2.32117Betide to any creature in the vessel
1.2.33118Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down,
For thou must now know farther. You have often
1.2.35121Begun to tell me what I am, but stopped
1.2.36122And left me to a bootless inquisition,
Concluding, "Stay -- not yet." The hour's now come.
1.2.38125The very minute bids thee ope thine ear:
1.2.39126Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember
1.2.40127A time before we came unto this cell?
1.2.41128I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
Out three years old. Certainly, sir, I can.
By what? By any other house or person?
Hath kept with thy remembrance. 'Tis far off --
1.2.46135And rather like a dream than an assurance
1.2.47136That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
1.2.48137Four or five women once that tended me?
Thou had'st, and more, Miranda. But how is it
1.2.50139That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
1.2.51140In the dark backward and abysm of time?
1.2.52141If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here,
How thou cam'st here, thou mayst. But that I do not.
Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since,
1.2.55145Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
A prince of power. Sir, are not you my father?
Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
1.2.58149She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
1.2.59150Was Duke of Milan -- and his only heir
And princess no worse issued. Oh, the heavens!
1.2.61153What foul play had we that we came from thence --
Or blessèd was't we did? Both, both, my girl.
1.2.63156By foul play (as thou say'st) were we heaved thence,
But blessedly holp hither. Oh, my heart bleeds
1.2.65159To think o'th'teen that I have turned you to,
1.2.66160Which is from my remembrance. Please you, farther.
My brother and thy uncle, called Antonio --
1.2.68162I pray thee, mark me, that a brother should
1.2.69163Be so perfidious! -- he whom, next thyself,
1.2.70164Of all the world I loved, and to him put
1.2.71165The manage of my state as, at that time,
1.2.72166Through all the seigniories, it was the first,
1.2.73167And Prospero, the prime duke, being so reputed
1.2.74168In dignity, and for the liberal arts
1.2.75169Without a parallel (those being all my study),
1.2.76170The government I cast upon my brother,
1.2.77171And to my state grew stranger, being transported
1.2.78172And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle --
Dost thou attend me? Sir, most heedfully --
Being once perfected how to grant suits
1.2.81176(How to deny them, who t'advance, and who
1.2.82177To trash for over-topping), new created
1.2.83178The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed'em,
1.2.84179Or else new formed them; having both the key
1.2.85180Of officer and office, set all hearts i'th'state
1.2.86181To what tune pleased his ear, that now he was
1.2.87182The ivy which had hid my princely trunk
1.2.88183And sucked my verdure out on't -- thou attend'st not.
O good sir, I do.
O good sir, I do. I pray thee, mark me!
1.2.90186I (thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
1.2.91187To closeness and the bettering of my mind
1.2.92188With that which, but by being so retired,
1.2.93189O'er-prized all popular rate) in my false brother
1.2.94190Awaked an evil nature, and my trust,
1.2.95191Like a good parent, did beget of him
1.2.96192A falsehood in its contrary as great
1.2.97193As my trust was, which had indeed no limit --
1.2.98194A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
1.2.99195Not only with what my revenue yielded
1.2.100196But what my power might else exact like one
1.2.101197Who, having into truth by telling of it,
1.2.104200He was indeed the duke out o'th'substitution
1.2.105201And executing the outward face of royalty
1.2.106202With all prerogative; hence, his ambition growing --
Dost thou hear? Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
To have no screen between this part he played
1.2.109206And him he played it for -- he needs will be
1.2.110207Absolute Milan. Me (poor man), my library
1.2.111208Was dukedom large enough. Of temporal royalties
1.2.112209He thinks me now incapable. Confederates
1.2.113210(So dry he was for sway) wi'th' King of Naples
1.2.114211To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
1.2.115212Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
1.2.116213The dukedom, yet unbowed (alas, poor Milan!),
To most ignoble stooping. Oh, the heavens!
Mark his condition and th'event, then tell me
If this might be a brother. I should sin
Good wombs have born bad sons. Now the condition:
1.2.123223To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit,
1.2.124224Which was that he (in lieu o'th'premises
1.2.125225Of homage and I know not how much tribute)
1.2.127227Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan,
1.2.128228With all the honors, on my brother -- whereon,
1.2.131231The gates of Milan, and i'th'dead of darkness
1.2.132232The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me and thy crying self. Alack, for pity!
1.2.134235I, not remembering how I cried out then,
That wrings mine eyes to't. Hear a little further,
1.2.137239And then I'll bring thee to the present business
1.2.138240Which now's upon's, without the which this story
Were most impertinent. Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us? Well demanded, wench.
1.2.141245My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
1.2.142246So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
1.2.144248With colors fairer, painted their foul ends.
1.2.146250Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepared
1.2.148252Nor tackle, sail, nor mast. The very rats
1.2.149253Instinctively have quit it. There they hoist us
1.2.150254To cry to th'sea that roared to us, to sigh
1.2.151255To th'winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong. Alack, what trouble
Was I then to you? Oh, a cherubin
1.2.154260Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile,
1.2.156262(When I have decked the sea with drops full salt
1.2.157263Under my burden groaned), which raised in me
How came we ashore?
How came we ashore? By providence divine.
1.2.161268Some food we had and some fresh water that
1.2.163270Out of his charity (who being then appointed
1.2.164271Master of this design) did give us, with
1.2.165272Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
1.2.166273Which since have steaded much. So of his gentleness,
1.2.167274Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me
I prize above my dukedom. Would I might
But ever see that man. Now I arise.
1.2.171280Sit still and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
1.2.172281Here in this island we arrived, and here
1.2.173282Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
1.2.174283Than other princes can that have more time
1.2.175284For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
Heavens thank you for't! And now I pray you, sir,
1.2.177286For still 'tis beating in my mind: your reason
For raising this sea-storm? Know thus far forth:
1.2.179289By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune
1.2.181291Brought to this shore, and by my prescience
1.2.184294If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
1.2.185295Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions.
1.2.186296Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dullness,
1.2.187297And give it way. I know thou canst not choose.
1.2.188298Come away, servant, come, I am ready now.
All hail, great master! Grave sir, hail! I come
1.2.192301To answer thy best pleasure, be't to fly,
1.2.194303On the curled clouds. To thy strong bidding, task
Ariel and all his quality! Hast thou, spirit,
1.2.196306Performed to point the tempest that I bade thee?
To every article.
1.2.198308I boarded the King's ship -- now on the beak,
1.2.199309Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
1.2.200310I flamed amazement. Sometime I'ld divide
1.2.201311And burn in many places. On the topmast,
1.2.202312The yards and bowsprit would I flame distinctly,
1.2.203313Then meet and join. Jove's lightning, the precursors
1.2.204314O'th'dreadful thunderclaps, more momentary
1.2.205315And sight out-running were not. The fire and cracks
1.2.206316Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
1.2.207317Seemed to besiege and made his bold waves tremble --
Yea, his dread trident shake! My brave spirit,
1.2.209320Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason? Not a soul
1.2.212324Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
1.2.213325Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel;
1.2.214326Then all afire with me, the King's son, Ferdinand,
1.2.215327With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair!)
1.2.216328Was the first man that leapt, cried, "Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here!" Why, that's my spirit!
But was not this nigh shore? Close by, my master.
But are they, Ariel, safe?
But are they, Ariel, safe? Not a hair perished;
1.2.220335On their sustaining garments, not a blemish,
1.2.221336But fresher than before. And as thou bad'st me,
1.2.222337In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.
1.2.223338The King's son have I landed by himself,
1.2.224339Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
1.2.225340In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot. Of the King's ship,
1.2.227343The mariners -- say how thou hast disposed,
And all the rest o'th'fleet. Safely in harbor
1.2.229346Is the King's ship, in the deep nook, where once
1.2.230347Thou called me up at midnight to fetch dew
1.2.231348From the still-vexed Bermudas, there she's hid.
1.2.233350Who, with a charm joined to their suffered labor,
1.2.234351I have left asleep; and for the rest o'th'fleet,
1.2.235352Which I dispersed, they all have met again
1.2.238355Supposing that they saw the King's ship wracked
And his great person perish. Ariel, thy charge
1.2.240358Exactly is performed -- but there's more work.
What is the time o'th'day? Past the mid season.
At least two glasses -- the time 'twixt six and now --
1.2.243362Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
1.2.245364Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
Which is not yet performed me. How now? Moody?
What is't thou canst demand? My liberty.
Before the time be out? No more!
Before the time be out? No more! I prithee,
1.2.249371Remember I have done thee worthy service,
1.2.250372Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served
1.2.251373Without or grudge or grumblings. Thou did promise
To bate me a full year. Dost thou forget
Ariel
From what a torment I did free thee? No.
Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze
1.2.256379To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
1.2.257380To do me business in the veins o'th'earth
When it is baked with frost. I do not, sir.
Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
1.2.260384The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
1.2.261385Was grown into a hoop? Hast thou forgot her?
No, sir.
Thou hast. Where was she born? Speak: tell me.
Sir, in Algiers.
Sir, in Algiers. Oh, was she so? I must
1.2.265390Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
1.2.266391Which thou forget'st. This damned witch Sycorax,
1.2.267392For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible
1.2.269394Thou know'st was banished. For one thing she did,
1.2.270395They would not take her life. Is not this true?
Ay, sir.
This blue-eyed hag was hither brought, with child,
1.2.273397And here was left by th'sailors. Thou, my slave,
1.2.274398As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant;
1.2.275399And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
1.2.276400To act her earthy and abhorred commands,
1.2.277401Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
1.2.282406A dozen years, within which space she died
1.2.283407And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans
1.2.284408As fast as millwheels strike. Then was this island
1.2.285409(Save for the son that she did litter here,
1.2.286410A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honored with
A human shape. Yes -- Caliban, her son.
Dull thing, I say so -- he, that Caliban,
1.2.289414Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
1.2.290415What torment I did find thee in: thy groans
1.2.291416Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts
1.2.295420When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape
The pine and let thee out. I thank thee, master.
If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak
1.2.298424And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
Thou hast howled away twelve winters. Pardon, master.
And do my spriting gently. Do so, and after two days
I will discharge thee. That's my noble master!
1.2.303432What shall I do? Say what. What shall I do?
Go make thyself like a nymph o'th'sea.
1.2.305434Be subject to no sight but thine and mine, invisible
1.2.306435To every eyeball else. Go take this shape
1.2.310438Awake, dear heart, awake, thou hast slept well,
Awake. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me. Shake it off. Come on,
1.2.313443We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
'Tis a villain, sir, I do not love to look on.
But as 'tis,
1.2.317447We cannot miss him; he does make our fire,
1.2.318448Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices
Thou earth, thou, speak! (within) There's wood enough within.
Come forth, I say, there's other business for thee.
Enter Ariel like a water nymph.
Come, thou tortoise, when! 454Fine apparition, my quaint Ariel:
Hark in thine ear. My Lord, it shall be done.
Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed
1.2.329460With raven's feather from unwholesome fen
1.2.330461Drop on you both! A southwest blow on ye
For this be sure: tonight thou shalt have cramps,
1.2.333464Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
1.2.334465Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
1.2.335466All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched
1.2.336467As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made them. I must eat my dinner.
1.2.338470This island's mine by Sycorax, my mother,
1.2.339471Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st first,
1.2.340472Thou strok'st me and made much of me, wouldst give me
1.2.341473Water with berries in't, and teach me how
1.2.342474To name the bigger light and how the less
1.2.343475That burn by day and night. And then I loved thee
1.2.344476And showed thee all the qualities o'th'isle:
1.2.345477The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
1.2.347479Of Sycorax -- toads, beetles, bats light on you!
1.2.348480For I am all the subjects that you have,
1.2.349481Which first was mine own King; and here you sty me
1.2.350482In this hard rock whiles you do keep from me
The rest o'th'island. Thou most lying slave,
1.2.352485Whom stripes may move, not kindness -- I have used thee
1.2.353486(Filth as thou art) with human care, and lodged thee
1.2.354487In mine own cell till thou didst seek to violate
Oh ho! Oh ho! Would't had been done!
1.2.357490Thou didst prevent me. I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans. Abhorrèd slave,
1.2.359493Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
1.2.360494Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
1.2.361495Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
1.2.362496One thing or other when thou didst not, savage,
1.2.363497Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
1.2.364498A thing most brutish. I endowed thy purposes
1.2.365499With words that made them known, but thy wild race
1.2.366500(Though thou didst learn) had that in't which good natures
1.2.367501Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
You taught me language, and my profit on't
1.2.371505Is -- I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
For learning me your language. Hag-seed, hence!
1.2.373508Fetch us in fuel, and be quick. Thou'rt best
1.2.374509To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
1.2.376511What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
1.2.377512Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar
That beasts shall tremble at thy din. No, pray thee.
1.2.379515[Aside] I must obey; his art is of such power
And make a vassal of him. So, slave, hence.
1.2.383519Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel invisible, playing [music] and singing. Song.
Come unto these yellow sands,
1.2.391Burden, dispersedly[, within]. Bow-wow.
1.2.395The strain of strutting chanticleer:
Where should this music be? I'th'air or th'earth?
1.2.398531It sounds no more, and sure it waits upon
1.2.399532Some god o'th'island. Sitting on a bank,
1.2.400533Weeping again the King my father's wrack,
1.2.403536With its sweet air; thence I have followed it
1.2.404537(Or it hath drawn me, rather), but 'tis gone.
Song.
Full fathom five thy father lies,
The ditty does remember my drowned father.
1.2.416549This is no mortal business, nor no sound
1.2.417550That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.
[To Miranda] The fringèd curtains of thine eye advance,
And say what thou seest yond. What is't, a spirit?
1.2.420554Lord, how it looks about. Believe me, sir,
1.2.421555It carries a brave form, but 'tis a spirit.
No, wench, it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses
1.2.423557As we have such. This gallant which thou seest
1.2.424558Was in the wrack, and but he's something stained
1.2.425559With grief (that's beauty's canker), thou mightst call him
1.2.426560A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find'em. I might call him
I ever saw so noble. [Aside] It goes on, I see,
1.2.430566As my soul prompts it.
[To Ariel] Spirit, fine spirit, I'll free thee
Within two days for this. Most sure, the goddess
1.2.432569On whom these airs attend.
[To Miranda] Vouchsafe my prayer
1.2.433570May know if you remain upon this island,
1.2.434571And that you will some good instruction give
1.2.435572How I may bear me here. My prime request,
1.2.436573Which I do last pronounce, is (O you wonder!)
If you be maid or no? No wonder, sir,
But certainly a maid. My language! Heavens!
1.2.439578I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken. How? The best?
1.2.441581What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee?
A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
1.2.443583To hear thee speak of Naples; he does hear me,
1.2.444584And that he does, I weep. Myself am Naples,
1.2.445585Who with mine eyes (never since at ebb) beheld
The King my father wracked. Alack, for mercy!
Yes, faith, and all his lords, the Duke of Milan
And his brave son being twain. [Aside] The Duke of Milan
1.2.449591And his more braver daughter could control thee
1.2.450592If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight
1.2.451593They have changed eyes.
[To Ariel] Delicate Ariel,
1.2.452594I'll set thee free for this.
[To Ferdinand] A word good, sir --
1.2.453595I fear you have done yourself some wrong. A word.
[Aside] Why speaks my father so ungently? This
1.2.455597Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first
1.2.456598That e'er I sighed for; pity move my father
To be inclined my way. Oh, if a virgin
1.2.458601And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The Queen of Naples! Soft, sir, one word more.
1.2.460604[Aside] They are both in either's powers, but this swift business
1.2.461605I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
1.2.462606Make the prize light.
[To Ferdinand] One word more: I charge thee
1.2.463607That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp
1.2.464608The name thou ow'st not, and hast put thyself
From me, the Lord on't. No, as I am a man.
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.
1.2.469614Good things will strive to dwell with't.
Good things will strive to dwell with't. [To Ferdinand] Follow me.
1.2.470616[To Miranda] Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.
[To Ferdinand] Come,
1.2.471617I'll manacle thy neck and feet together;
1.2.472618Sea water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
1.2.473619The fresh-brook mussels, withered roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow. No.
624He draws [a sword], and is charmed from moving. Mine enemy has more power. O dear father,
He's gentle and not fearful. What, I say?
1.2.479629My foot, my tutor?
[To Ferdinand] Put thy sword up, traitor,
1.2.480630Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike. Thy conscience
1.2.481631Is so possessed with guilt. Come from thy ward,
1.2.482632For I can here disarm thee with this stick
And make thy weapon drop. Beseech you, father!
Hence! Hang not on my garments.
Hence! Hang not on my garments. Sir, have pity --
I'll be his surety. Silence! One word more
1.2.486639Shall make me chide thee if not hate thee. What,
1.2.488641Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
1.2.489642Having seen but him and Caliban. Foolish wench,
And they to him are angels. My affections
1.2.492646Are then most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man. [To Ferdinand] Come on, obey!
And have no vigor in them. So they are.
1.2.496652My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up:
1.2.497653My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
1.2.498654The wrack of all my friends, nor this man's threats
1.2.499655To whom I am subdued, are but light to me.
1.2.500656Might I, but through my prison, once a day
1.2.501657Behold this maid, all corners else o'th'earth
Have I in such a prison. [Aside] It works! [To Ferdinand] Come on!
1.2.504661[To Ariel] Thou hast done well, fine Ariel; follow me:
Hark what thou else shalt do me. [To Ferdinand] Be of comfort --
1.2.507665Than he appears by speech. This is unwonted
Which now came from him. [To Ariel] Thou shalt be as free
All points of my command. To th'syllable.
[To Ferdinand] Come, follow. [To Miranda] Speak not for him!