Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition,
Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: Bat
Hf thou dost break her virgin knot before
All sanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy rite be minister'd,
No sweet aspersion shall the heavens le fall
To make this contract grow; but barren hate,
Sour-ey'd disdain, and discord, shall bestrew
The union of your bed with weeds so loathly,
That you shall hate it both; therefore, take heed,
As Hymen's lamps shall light you.
Fer.
For quiet days, fair issue, and long life,
With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den,
The most opportune place, the strong'st sugges-
tion
Our worser Genius can, shall never melt
Mine honour into lust; to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,
When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds
founder'd,
Or night kept chain'd below.
Pro.
Fairly spoke;
Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.
What, Ariel; my industrious servant Ariel!
Enter Ariel.
Too much the rein; the strongest paths are straw
To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious,
Or else, good night, your vow!
Fer.
I warrant you, sir;
The white-cold virgin snow upon my heart
Abates the ardour of my liver.
Pro.
Well-
Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary,
Rather than want a spirit; appear, and pertly.→
No tongue; all eyes; be silent. Soft musick.
Iris. Ceres, mos bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and peas Thy turfy mountains, where live ribbling sheep, And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep;
Thy banks with peonied and lilied brims,
Which spungy April at thy hest betrims,
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy
broom groves,
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard;
And thy sea-marge, steril, and rocky-hard,
Where thou thy self dost air: The queen o' the sky,
Whose watery arch, and messenger, am I,
Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign
grace,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain;
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
Tell me, heavenly bow, If Venus, or her son, as thou dost know, Do now attend the queen? since they did plot The means, that dusky Dis my daughter got, Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company I have forsworn. Iris. Of her society are Be not afraid: I met her deity
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos; and her son Dove-drawn with her: here thought they to have done
Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
Whose vows are, that no bed-rite shall be paid
Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but in vain;
Mars's hot minion is return'd again;
Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
Swears he will shoot no more, but play with
Spring come to you, at the farthest,
In the very hand of harvest!
Scarcity and want shall shun you;
Ceres' blessi g so is on you.
Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and
Harmonious charmingly: May I be bold
To think these spirits?
I thought to have told thee of it: but 1 fear'd,
Lest I might anger thee.
Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these
varlets?
Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking:
So full of valour, that they smote the air
Spirits, which by mine art For kissing of their feet: yet always bending
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
Towards their project: then I beat my tabor,
At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their
ears,
I have from their confines call'd to enact
My present fancies.
Fer.
Let me live here ever;
So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife,
Make this place Paradise.
Advanc'd their eyelids, lifted up their noses,
[Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris As they smelt music; so I charm'd their ears, on employment. That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, throug Pro. Sweet now, silence: Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, an Juno and Ceres whisper seriously; thorns,
There's something else to do; hush, and be mute,' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,, Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left ther Or else our spell is marr'd.
With your sedg'd crowns, and ever harmless looks,
Leave your crisp channels, and on this green
O'er-stunk their feet.
Pro.
Iris. You nymphs, called Naiads, of the wan-There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lak
This was well done, my bird:
Thy shape invisible retain thou still:
For stale to catch these thieves.
The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither,
Ari.
I go, I go. [Exit.
Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;
And as, with age, his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers: 1 will plague them all,
Re-enter Ariel, loaden with glistering Appa-
Answer your summons; Juno does command:
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love; be not too late.
Enter certain Nymphs.
You sun-burn'd sicklemen, of August weary,
Come hither from the furrow, and be merry;
Make holy-day: your rye-straw hats put on,
And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
In country footing.
Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they
join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance;
towards the end of which Prospero starts sud-
denly, and speaks; after which, to a strange,
hollow, and confused noise, they heavily
vanish.
Pro. [Aside.] I had forgot that foul conspiracy
Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates,
Against my life; the minute of their plot
Is almost come.-[To the Spirits.] Well done;-
avoid;-no more.
Fer. This is strange: your father's in some
passion
That works him strongly.
Never till this day,
Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.
Pro. You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort,
As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir:
Our revels now are ended: these our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabrick of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great grobe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve;
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind: We are such stuff
As dreams are made of, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.-Sir, I am vex'd;
Bear with my weakness; my old brain is 'trou-
Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:
If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell,
And there repose; a turn or two I'll walk,
To still my beating mind.
Fer. Mira. We wish your peace. [Exeunt.
Pro. Come with a thought :-I thank you:-
Ariel, come.
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
Shall hood-wink this mischance; therefore, speak
softly,
All'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.
Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour.
Cal. 'Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet: Seest thou here,
This is the mouth of the cell: no noise, and enter:
Do that good mischief, which may make this
island
Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
For aye thy foot-licker.
Ste. Give me thy hand: for I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look, what a wardrobe here is for
Cal. Let it alone, thou fool: it is but trash.
Trin. O, ho, monster; we know what belongs
Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to: What's thy to a frippery :-O king Stephano!
We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
Ari. Ay, my commander: when I presented
Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown.
Trin. Thy grace shall have it.
Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean,
To dote thus on such luggage? Let it alone,
And do the murder first: if he awake,
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, and'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.
Ca! I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,
And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
With foreheads villanous 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.
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 them,
Than pard, or cat o' mountain.
Ari.
Hark, they roar.
Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this hour
Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:
Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little,
Follow, and do me service.
[Exeunt.
SCENE 1. 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 1 rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and his followers?
Though with their high wrongs i am struck 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. [Erit.
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 demy-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 you be) I have be-dimm'd
The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the matinous
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-bas'd promontory The pine, and cedar: graves, at my command, Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up Have wak'd their sleepers; op'd and let them
By my so potent art: But this rough magick
I here abjure: and, when I have required
Some heavenly musick, (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 Musick.
Re-enter Ariel: after him, Alonzo, with a fran-
tic gesture, attended by Gonzalo; Sebastian
and Antonio in like manner, attended by Adri-
an 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 unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
For you are spell-stopp'd.-
Mine eyes, even sociable to the shew of thine,
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
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 my 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, Alonzo, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;-
Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh
and blood,
In the same fashion as you gave in charge;
Just as yon left them, sir; all prisoners
In the lime 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,
Brim-full of sorrow, and dismay; but chiefly
Him you term'd, sir, The good old lord, Gon-Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive
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, were 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?
You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell'd remorse and nature; who with Sebastian (Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,)
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;
[Exit Ariel.
I will dis-case 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 flie:
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; 1 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 boat-
swain,
Being awake, enforce them to this place;
And presently, I pr'ythee.
Ari. I drink the air before me and return
Or e'er your pulse cwice beat. [Exit Ariel.
Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze-
Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country!
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 amuse 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.
Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat
Thou pardon me my wrongs:-But how should
Prospero
Be living, and be here?
Pro.
Let me embrace thine age;
Be measur'd, or confin'd.
Gon.
Or be not, I'll not swear.
Pro.
First, noble friend, whose honour cannot
Whether this be,
You do yet taste Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain:-Welcome, my friends all:
But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,
Aside to Seb. and Ant.
1 here could pluck his highness' frown upon you,
And justify you traitors: at this time
I'll tell no tales.
Seb.
Pro.
No:-
For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require
My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.
The devil speaks in him. [Aside.
Alon.
If thou beest Prospero,
Give us particulars of thy preservation:
How thou hast met us here, who three hours
since
Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost
(How sharp the point of this remembrance is!)
My dear son Ferdinand!
Pro.
I am wo for't, sir. Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience Says, it is past her cure.
You have not sought her help; of whose soft
Than you may call to comfort you; for I Have lost my 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
Where my son lies. When did you lose your
daughter?
Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords
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
Upon this shore where you were wreck'd, 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 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
Ferdinand and Miranda playing at chess.
Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
Fer.
No, my dearest love,
I would not for the world.
Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should
wrangle,
And I would call it fair play.
Alon.
If this prove
A vision of the island, one dear son
Shall I twice lose.
Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are mer.
I have cursed them without cause.
[Fer. kneels to Alon.
Now all the blessings
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.
'Tis new to thee.
Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast
at play?
Your eldest acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
And brought us thus together?
Fer.
Sir, she's mortal;
But, by immortal Providence, she's mine;
1 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
Received a second life, and second father
This lady makes him to me.
Alon.
I am bers;
But O, how oddly will it sound, that I
Must ask my child forgiveness!
Pro.
Let us not burden our remembrances
With heaviness that's gone.
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!
Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his
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 Mira.
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,
This fellow could not drown:-Now, blasphemy,
That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on
shore ?
Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?
Boats. The best news is, that we have safely
Have I done since I went. Pro.
My tricksy spirit! Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen,
From strange to stranger :-Say, how came you hither?
Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, And (how, we know not) all clapp'd under hatches,
Where, but even now, with strange and several noises
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains,
And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awak'd; straightway at liberty:
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master
Cap'ring to eye her: On a trice, so please you,
Even in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.
Ari.
Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou [Aside. shalt be free.
Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men
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 lei-
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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 7How cam'st thou in tnis pickle:
Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.
Seb. Why, how now, Stephano?
Ste. O, touch me not; 1 am not Stephano, but a cramp.
Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah 7 Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er 1 look'd [Pointing to Caliban. Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, As in his shape :-Go, sirrah, to my cell; Take with you your companiess; 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 1, 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 particularecidents, 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.
Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you To hear the story of your life, which must (Which to you shall seeni probable) of every Take the ear strangely. These happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful, Pro. I'll deliver all; And think of each thing well.-Come hither, And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, spirit; [Aside. And sail so expeditious, that shall catch Your royal fleet far of.-My Ariel,-chick,gra-That is thy charge; then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well!-[Aside.] Please you, draw near. Exeunt
Set Caliban and his companions free:
Untie the spell. (Exit Ariel.] How fares my
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 for
tune-Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!
Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in
my head, here's a goodly sight.
EPILOGUE. Spoken by Prospero. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, And what strength I have's mine own, Which is most faint: now, 'tis true, I must be here confin'd by you,
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