Pro.

Ariel, come.

Enter ARIEL.

Art. Thy thoughts I cleave to: What's thy Spirit, [pleasure? We must prepare to meet with Caliban. Ari. Ay, my commander; when I presented Ceres, I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd Lest I might anger thee.

[lets? Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varAri. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinkSo full of valour that they smote the air [ing: For breathing in their faces; beat the ground For kissing of their feet; yet always bending Towards their project: Then I beat my tabor, At which, like un back'd colts, they prick'd their ears, Advanc'd their eyelids, lifted up their noses, As they smelt music; so I charm'd their ears, That calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through Tooth'd briers,sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns, Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left their I'the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake O'erstunk their feet.

Pro. This was well done, my bird; Thy shape invisible retain thou still: The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither, For stale to catch these thieves.

I go, I go.

[Exit.

Ari. Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost: And as, with age, his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers: I will plague them all, Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistening apparel, &c. Even to roaring:-Come, hang them on this line. PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet.

Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not

Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.

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

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

Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you; look you,— Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster.

Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still: Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to [ly, Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softAll's hush'd as midnight yet.

Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss.

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

a

Trin. O, ho, monster; we know what belongs to frippery;-0 King Stephano!

Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown.

Trin. Thy grace shall have it.

[mean, Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone, And do the murther first: if he awake, Make us strange stuff. From toe to crown he 'll fill our skins with pinches ;

Ste. Be you quiet, monster.-Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.

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

Ste. I thank thee for that jest: here's a garment for 't: wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for 't. Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.

[time, Cal. I will have none on 't: we shall lose our And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes With foreheads villainous low.

Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to bear this away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this. Trin. And this.

Ste. Ay, and this.

A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of hounds, and hunt them about. PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on.

Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!

Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver!

Pro. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!

[CAL, STE., and TRIN. are driven out. Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make Than pard or cat o' mountain. [them, Ari. Hark, they roar. Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this hou Lie at my mercy all mine enemies: Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou Shalt have the air of freedom: for a little, Follow, and do me service.

[Exeunt

SCENE I.-Before the Cell of Prospero. Enter PROSPERO, in his magic robes; and ARIEL. Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and Time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease.

Pro. I did say so, When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and 's followers?

Ari. Confin'd together In the same fashion as you gave in charge; Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir, In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell; They cannot budge till your release. The king, His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted: And the remainder mourning over them, Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly Him that you term'd, sir, "The good old lord, Gonzalo;"

His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly

works them,

That if you now beheld them your affections Would become tender.

Pro.

Dost thou think so, spirit?
Ari. Mine would, sir, where I human.
Pro.
And mine shall.
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions? and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Though with their high wrongs I am strook to the
quick,

Yet, with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury
Do I take part: the rarer action is

In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel;
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And they shall be themselves.

Ari.

I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes,

and groves;

And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him,
When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose
pastime

Is to make midnight-mushrooms; that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid
(Weak masters though ye be) I have bedimm'd
The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt: the strong-based promontory
Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine and cedar: graves, at my command,
Have wak'd their sleepers; op'd and let them forth
By my so potent art: But this rough magic
I here abjure: and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,)
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And, deeper than did ever plummet sound,
I'll drown my book.

[Solemn music

Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONSO, with a franti gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: they all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks.

A solemn air, and the best comforter

To an unsetled fancy, cure thy brains,
Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
For you are all spell stopp'd.

Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,
Fall fellowly drops.-The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason.-O good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir
To him thou follow'st, I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed. Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;- [blood,
Thou art pinch'd for 't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,)
Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art!-Their understanding
Begins to swell; and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,

That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them
That yet looks on me, or would know me ;-Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell: [Erit ARIEL.
I will discase me, and myself present,
As I was sometime Milan:-quickly spirit
Thou shalt ere long be free.

ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire PROSPERO
Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;

In a cowslip's bell I lie:

There I couch when owls do cry,

On the bat's back I do fly

After summer merrily:

Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall miss

thee;

But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.-
To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain,
Being awake, enforce them to this place;
And presently, I prithee.

Ar. I drink the air before me, and return
Or e'er your pulse twice beat.

[Exit ARIEL.
Gon. All torment, trouble,wonder,and amazement
Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us
Out of this fearful country!

Pro.
Behold, sir king,
The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:
For more assurance that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee and thy company, I bid
A hearty welcome.

Alon.
Whe'r thou beest he, or no,
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse
Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,
The affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear, a madness held me: this must crave
(An if this be at all) a most strange story.

A daughter?

O heavens! that they were living both in Naples,
The king and queen there! that they were, I wish
Myself were mudded in that oozy bed [daughter?
Where my son lies. When did you lose your
Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive these fords
At this encounter do so much admire,

That they devour their reason; and scarce think
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath: but howsoe'er you have
Been justled from your senses, know for certain
That I am Prospero, and that very duke
Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most
strangely
[landed,
Upon this shore, where you were wrack'd, was
To be the lord on 't. No more yet of this;
For 't is a chronicle of day by day,
Not a relation for a breakfast, nor
Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
This cell 's my court: here have I few attendants,
And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in,
My dukedom since you have given me again,
I will requite you with as good a thing;
At least, bring forth a wonder to content ye,
As much as me my dukedom.

The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers FERDI-
NAND and MIRANDA playing at chess.
Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
Fer.
No, my dearest love,
[wrangle,

I would not for the world.

Mira. Yes. for a score of kingdoms you should

Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful! I have cursed them without cause. [FER. kneels Now all the blessings

to ALON.]

Of a glad father compass thee about!
Arise, and say how thou cam'st here.
Mira.

O! wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in 't!

Pro.
"T is new to thee.
Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast
at play?

Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
And brought us thus together?

Fer.
Sir, she is mortal:
But, by immortal providence, she's mine;
I chose her, when I could not ask my father
For his advice; nor thought I had one: she
Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,
Of whom so often I have heard renown,
But never saw before; of whom I have
Receiv'd a second life, and second father
This lady makes him to me.

Alon.

I am hers: But O, how oddly will it sound that I Must ask my child forgiveness!

Pro.

There, sir, stop; Let us not burthen our remembrances with A heaviness that's gone. I have inly wept,

Gon. Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, And on this couple drop a blessed crown; For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way Which brought us hither! Alon. I say, amen, Gonzalo! Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy; and set it down With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis: And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife Where he himself was lost; Prospero, his dukedom, In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves, When no man was his own. Alon.

Give me your hands:
[To FER and MIB.
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart
That doth not wish you joy!
Gon.
Be 't so! Amen!
Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain
amazedly following.

O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us!
I prophesied if a gallows were on land,
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?
This fellow could not drown; now, blasphemy,
Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?

Boats. The best news is that we have safely found
Our king, and company: the next our ship,-
Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split,-
We first put out to sea.
Is tight, and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when

Ari.

Sir, all this service Have I done since I went.

Pro.

My tricksy spirit!

Aside.

Alon. These are not natural events; they

strengthen,

hither?

Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt Aside.

be free.

Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod:

And there is in this business more than nature

Was ever conduct of: some oracle

Must rectify our knowledge.

Pro.

Sir, my liege,

Do not infest your mind with beating on

The strangeness of this business: at pick'd leisure,

Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you

(Which to you shall seem probable) of every

These happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful,

And think of each thing well.-Come hither, spirit;

Set Caliban and his companions free:

Untie the spell. [Exit ARIEL.] How fares my

gracious sir?

There are yet missing of your company

Some few odd lads that you remember not.

Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO,

and TRINCULO, in their stolen Apparel.

Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no

man take care for himself; for all is but fortune:-

Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!

Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my

head, here's a goodly sight.

Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed!

How fine my master is! I am afraid

He will chastise me.

Seb.

Ha, ha!

What things are these, my Lord Antonio?

Will money buy them?

Ant.

Very like; one of them

Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,

Then say if they be true: this mis-shapen knave,-

His mother was a witch, and one so strong

That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,

And deal in her command, without her power:

These three have robb'd me: and this demi-devil

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

To take my life: two of these fellows you

Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I

Acknowledge mine.

Cal.

I shall be pinch'd to death.

Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?

Seb. He is drunk now: Where had he wine?

Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where

should they

Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them?

How cam'st thou in this pickle?

Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw

bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.

Seb. Why, how now, Stephano?

[cramp.

Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano but a

Pro. You'd be king o' the isle, sirrah?

Ste. I should have been a sore one then.

Alon. This is as strange thing as e'er I look'd on.

[Pointing to CAL.

Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners

As in his shape:-Go, sirrah, to my cell;

Take with you your companions; as you look

To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter,

And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass

Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,

And worship this dull fool!

Pro.

Go to; away!

Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where

you found it.

Seb. Or stole it, rather.

[Exeunt CAL, STE., and TRIN.

Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train,

To my poor cell where you shall take your rest

For this one night: which (part of it) I'll waste

With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it

Go quick away: the story of my life,

And the particular accidents gone by,

Since I came to this isle: And in the morn

I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,

Where I have hope to see the nuptial

Of these our dear-belov'd solemnized;

And thence retire me to my Milan, where

Every third thought shall be my grave.

Alon.

I long

To hear the story of your life, which must

Take the ear strangely.

Pro.

I'll deliver all;

And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,

And sail so expeditious, that shall catch

Your royal fleet far off. - My Ariel;-chick,—

That is thy charge; then to the elements

Be free, and fare thou well!-[aside.] Please you

draw near.

[Exeunt.

EPILOGUE.

Spoken by PROSPERO.

Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have 's mine own;
Which is most faint: now 't is true,
I must be here confin'd by you,
Or sent to Naples: Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got,
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island, by your spell;
But release me from my bands,
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please: Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be reliev'd by prayer;
Which pierces so, that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be
Let your indulgence set me free.

SCENE L-An open place in Verona.

Enter VALENTINE and PROTEUS. Val. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus; Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits: Wert not affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love, I rather would entreat thy company, To see the wonders of the world abroad, Than living dully sluggardiz'd at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness. But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Even as I would, when I to love begin.

Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu Think on thy Proteus, when thou, haply, seest Some rare note-worthy object in thy travel: Wish me partaker in thy happiness,

When thou dost meet good hap; and in thy danger,
If ever danger do environ thee,

Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers,
For I will be thy beadsman, Valentine.

Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Pro. Upon some book I love, I'll pray for thee. Val. That's on some shallow story of deep love, How young Leander cross'd the Hellespont.

Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love; For he was more than over shoes in love.

Val. Tis true; for you are over boots in love; And yet you never swam the Hellespont.

Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots.
Val. No, I'll not, for it boots thee not.
Pro. What?

[groans; Val. To be in love, where scorn is bought with Coy looks with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth,

With twenty watchful, weary, tedious nights:
If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain;
If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
However, but a folly bought with wit,
Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool.
Fal. So,by your circumstance, I fear, you'll prove.
Pro. Tis love you cavil at; I am not Love.
Val. Love is your master, for he masters you:
And he that is so yoked by a fool,
Methinks should not be chronicled for wise.
Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud
The eating canker dwells, so eating love
Inhabits in the finest wits of all.

Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud Is eaten by the canker ere it blow, Even so by love the young and tender wit Is turn'd to folly, blasting in the bud, Losing his verdure even in the prime, And all the fair effects of future hopes. But wherefore waste I time to counsel thee, That art a votary to fond desire? Once more adieu: my father at the road Expects my coming, there to see me shipp'd.

Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Val. Sweet Proteus, no; now let us take our leave. Of Milan, let us hear from thee by letters, At thy success in love, and what news else Betideth here in absence of thy friend: And I likewise will visit thee with mine. Pro. All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! Val. As much to you at home! and so farewell. [Exit VALENTINE.

Pro. He after honour hunts, I after love: He leaves his friends, to dignify them more; I leave myself, my friends, and all for love, Made me neglect my studies, lose my time, Thou, Julia, thou hast metamorphos'd me; War with good counsel, set the world at nought! Made wit with musing weak,heart sick with thought. Enter SPEED.

Speed. Sir Proteus, save you: Saw you my master? [Milan.

Pro. But now he parted hence, to embark for Speed. Twenty to one then, he is shipp'd already; And I have play'd the sheep in losing him.

Pro. Indeed a sheep doth very often stray, An if the shepherd be a while away. Speed. You conclude that my master is a shepherd then, and I a sheep?

Pro. I do. [whether I wake or sleep. Speed. Why, then, my horns are his horns, Pro. A silly answer, and fitting well a sheep. Speed. This proves me still a sheep. Pro. True; and thy master a shepherd. Speed. Nay, that I can deny by a circumstance. Pro. It shall go hard, but I'll prove it by another. Speed. The shepherd seeks the sheep, and not the sheep the shepherd; but I seek my master, and my master seeks not me; therefore, I am no sheep.

Pro. The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd, the shepherd for food follows not the sheep; thou