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Caliban, a savage and deformed Slave.
Trinculo, a Jester.
Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
SCENE, the Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an uninhabited Island.
SCENE I. On a Ship at Sea.
A Storm, with Thunder and Lightning.
Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain.
Boats. Here, master: what cheer? Mast. Good speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit. Enter Mariners.
Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare: take in the topsail: tend to the master's whistle.-Blow, till thou borst thy wind, if room enough!
Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gon-ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench.
zalo, and others.
Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the
master? Play the men.
Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Ant. Where is the master, boatswain?
Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour ! keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.
Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin silence: trouble us not.
Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our way, I say. [Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.
This wide-chapped rascal ;-'Would, thou might'st lie drowning, The washing of ten tides !
He'll be hanged yet; Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glat him. [A confused Noise within] Mercy on us!We split, we split! Farewell, my wife and children!-Farewell, brother !-We split, we split, we split.Ant. Let's all sink with the king. Seb. Let's take leave of him. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing; the wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit.
SCENE II. The Island: before the Cell of Prospero.
Enter Prospero and Miranda.
Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
Which thou heard 'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit
The hour's now come;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
I do not think thou canst; for then theu wast not
Certainly, sir, I can.
Pro. By what? by any other house, or person?
But that I do not.
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,
Sir, most heedfully.
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
O good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
Like a good parent, did beget of him
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,
To credit his own lie,-he did believe
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
O the heavens!
I should sin
Now the condition.
Alack, for pity!
A prince of power.
O, the heavens↓
That hour destroy us?
Wherefore did they not
Well demanded, wench;
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not;
But ever see that man!
'Would I might
Now I arise :-
A most auspicions star; whose influence
Will ever after droop.-Here cease more questions;
Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Would not infect his reason? Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation: all, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up starting (then like reeds, not hair,) Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.
Pro. Why, that's my spirit! But was not this nigh shore? Ari. Close by, my master. Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Ari.
Not a hair perish'd, On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me, In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle: The king's son have I landed by himself; Whom left cooling of the air with sighs, In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, His arms in this sad knot.
Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, And all the rest o'the fleet?
Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Pro. Thou hast Ari. Sir, in Argier.
[tell me. where was she born? speak;
O, was she so? I must,
Thoa know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did,
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with
A dozen years; within which space she died,
A freckled whelp, hag-born), not honour'd with
Yes; Caliban, her son.
Fer. Where should this music be? i'the air, or the It sounds no more and sure, it waits upon (earth? Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather :-But 'tis gone. it begins again.
My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil him-No, Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from anwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er !
Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have Side-stitches, that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them.
Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak 'st from me. When thou camest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; wouldst Water with berries in't; and teach me how [give me To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, And shew'd thee all the qualities o'the isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; Cursed be that did so!-All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest of the island.
Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done!
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you, For learning me your language!
Pro. Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, To answer other business. Shrug'st thon, malice ? If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Fill all thy bones with aches: make thee roar, That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
No, pray thee !I must obey his art is of such power, [Aside. It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him. Pro. So, slave: hence! [Exit Caliban.
Ariel sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth jade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. [Burden, ding-dong. Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father:This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes:-I hear it now above me. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say, what thou seest yond'. Mira.
What is't a spirit! Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form :-But 'tis a spirit. Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such As we have, such this gallant which thou seest Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call A goodly person he hath lost his fellows, [him And strays about to find them. Mira. I might call him A thing divine: for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Pro. It goes on, [Aside. As my soul prompts it--Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free Within two days for this. [thee Fer. Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe my prayer May know if you remain upon this island ; And that you will some good instruction give, How I may bear me here: my prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! If you be made, or no?
But, certainly a maid.
No wonder, sir;
My language! heavens !-
How the best?
I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good sir;
I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples.