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(Of thee, my dear one! thee, my danghter!) who | And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleArt ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Dost thou attend me? Of whence I am; nor that I am more better Mira. Sir, most heedfully. Thin Prospero, master of a full poor cell, Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, And thy no greater father.
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom Mira. More to know
To trash for over-topping; new created Did never meddle with my thoughts.
The creatures that were mine ; I say, or chang'd them, Pro. 'Tis time
Or else new form'd them: having both the key I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, Of officer and office, set all hearts And pluck my magic garment from me. — So; To what tune pleas’d his ear; that now he was
(Lays down his mantle. The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, Liethere my art.-Wipethou thine eyes; have comfort. And suck'd my verdure out on't. - Thou attend'st not: The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd I pray thee, mark me. The very virtue of compassion in thee,
Mira. 0, good sir, I do. I have with such provision in mine art
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate So safely order'd, that there is no soul
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind No, not so much perdition as an hair,
With that, which, but by being so retir’d, Betid to any creature in the vessel
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit Awak d an evil nature ; and my trust, down;
Like a good parent, did beget of him For thou must now know further.
A falsehood, in its contrary as great Mira. You have often
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd, A confidence sans bound. He, being thus lorded, And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Not only with what my revenue yielded, Concluding, Stay, not yet.
But what my power might else exact, – like one, Pro. The hour's now come:
Who having, unto trath, by telling of it, The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Made such a sinner of his memory,
He was the duke; out of the substitution,
With all prerogative: --Hence his ambition
Growing, - Dost hear? Pro. By what? by any other house, or person?
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. of any thing the image tell me, that
Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd Hath kept with thy remembrance.
And him he played it for, he needs will be Mira. 'Tis far off;
Absolute Milan : Me, poor man!
my library And rather like a dream than an assurance,
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties That my remembrance warrants : Had I not He thinks me now incapable: confederates - Four or five women once, that tended me? (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples,
Pro. Thon had'st, and more, Miranda : But how is it, To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
To most ignoble stooping.
Mira. 0, the heavens ! Mira. But that I do not.
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me, Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since, If this might be a brother. Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
Mira. I should sin A prince of power.
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; A princess; no worse issued.
Which was, that he in lieu o'the premises,
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, -
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, ou my brother : Whereon, By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heard thence; A treacherous army levied, one midnight But blessedly holp hither.
Fated to the pnrpose, did Antonio open
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
Will cry it o'er again ; it is a hint, of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
That wrings minc eyes. The manage of my state; as, at that time,
Pro: Hear a little further, Through all the signiories it was the first, And then I'll bring thee to the present business, And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed Which now's upon us; without the which, this story In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,
Were most impertinent.
That hour destroy us?
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not; And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and cracks
Ofsulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Pro. My brave spirit!
Would not infect his reason?
Ari. Not a soul
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair,) Was I then to you !
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.
But was not this nigh shore?
burden groau’d; which rais'd in me 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:
Whom I left, cooling of the air with sighs,
Ilis arms in this sad knot.
Ari. Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thon call’dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the scill-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd ;
I have left asleep: aud for the rest o' the fleet,
And his great person perish.
Exactly is perform’d; but there's more work:
What is the time o' the day?
Pro. At least two glasses : The time 'twixt six and
Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
What is't thou can'st demand?
(Miranda sleeps. Ari. My liberty.
Ari. I pray thee,
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou did'st proTo swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
To bate me a full year.
From what a torment I did free thee?
It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep;
Ari. No, sir.
Hark in thine ear.
[Exit. Ari. Sir, in Argier.
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Pro. 0, was she so? I must,
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Enter CALIBAN. Which thou forget'st. This damn’d witch, Sycorax, Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brnsh'd For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, Thou know'st, was banish’d; for one thing she did, And blister you all o’er! They would not take her life: Is not this true? Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have sir.
cramps, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins child,
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thon report'st thyself, wast then her servant : As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
Than bees that made them.
Cal. I must eat my dinner,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam’st first, And in her most unmitigable rage,
Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st Into a cloven pine; within which rift
give me Imprison'd, thou did’sť painfully remain
Water with berries in't; and teach me how A dozen years; within which space she died, To name the bigger light, and how the less, And left thee there; where thou did'st Tent thy groans, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island, And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, (Save for the son that she did litter here,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with Curs'd be I that did so! - All the charms A human shape.
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on yon! Ari. Yes ; Caliban, her son.
For I am all the subjects that you have, Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me What torment I did find thee in: thy groans The rest of the island. Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Pro. Thou most lying slave, Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment
Whom stripes may move, not kindness : I have us'd To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
thee, Could not again undo; it was mine art,
Filth as thon art, with human care; and lodg’d thee When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The pine, and let thee out.
The honour of my child. Ari. I thank thee, master.
Cal. o ho, o ho! - 'would it had been done! Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
This isle with Calibans. Thou hast lowld away twelve winters.
Pro. Abhorred slave; Ari. Pardon, master :
Which any print of goodness will not take, I will be correspondent to command,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, And do my spiriting gently.
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour Pro. Do so; and after two days
One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, I will discharge thee.
Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like Ari. That's my noble master!
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? With words that made them known: But thy vile race, Pro. Go make thyself like to a nynıph o’ the sea; Though thou didst learn, had that in’t, which good Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou And hither come in't: hence, with diligence. — Deservedly confin’d into this rock,
(Exit Ariel. Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well: Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Awake!
Is, I know how to curse: The red plague rid you, Mira. The strangeness of your story pat
For learning me your language! Heaviness on me.
Pro. Hag-seed, hence! Pro. Shake it off: Come on;
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thon wert best, We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? Yields us kind answer.
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly “Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir,
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps ; I do not love to look on.
Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, Pro. But, as ʼtis,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
I must obey: his art is of such power, (Aside.
And make a vassal of him. Cal. (Within.] There's wood enough within. Pro. So, slave, hence!
(Exit Caliban. Pro. Come forth, I say ; there's other business for Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing and singing; Come forth, thou tortoise! when ?
Ferdinand following him.
Come unto to these yellow sands,
wrong: A word,
And then take hands:
Mira. Alack, for mercy!
And his brave son, being twain.
Pro. The duke of Milan,
If now 'twere fit to do't :-At the first sight (Aside.
[Dispersedly. They have chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel, The watch-dogs bark:
I'll set thee free for ihis!-"A word, good sir; Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.
[Dispersedly. I fear you have done yourself some Hark, Hark! I hear
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This
Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first
That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father,
Fer. 0, if a virgin, It sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, The queen of Naples. Weeping again the king my father's wreck, Pro, Sost, sir; one word more.
This musick crept by me upon the waters;. They are both in either's powers: but this swift buAllaying both their fury, and my passion,
That thoni attend me: thou dost here usurp
The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself
Upon this island, as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on't.
Fer. No, as I am a man.
Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair an house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't.
Pro. Follow me. —
[To Ferd. Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell. Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor. Come.
(Burden, ding-dong. I'll manacle thy neck and feet together : Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father:- Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be This is no mortal business, nor no sound
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and hasks That the earth owes :- I hear it now above me. Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, Fer. No;
I will resist such entertainment, till
Pro. What, I say, As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, My foot my tutor! - Put thy sword up, traitor ; Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain's Who mak'st a shew, but dar’st not strike, thy conWith grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call science himn
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward;
And make thy weapon drop.
Mira. Beseech you,
father! A thing divine; for nothing natural
Pro. Hence! hang not on my garments.
Mira, Sir, have pity;
[Aside. I'll be his surety.
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Fer. Most sure, the goddess
An advocate for an impostor? hush!
Are then most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.
Pro. Come on; obey:
[To Ferd. Fer. My language! heavens !
Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
Fer. So they are:
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. What wert thon, if the king of Naples heard thse? My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats To hear thee speak of Naples : He does hear me; To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Might I but through my prison once a day Who with mine eyes, ne' er since at ebb, beheld Behold this maid : all corners else o' the carth The king my father wreck’d.
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Flare I in such a prison.
Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. Pro. It works: -- Come on.
Seb. With an eye of green in't.
[To Ferd. and Mir. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Hark, what thou else shalt do me. * [To Ariel. Gon. But the rarity of it is, (which is indeed alMira. Be of comfort;
most beyond credit) – My father's of a better nature, sir,
Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are. Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, Which now came from him.
drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their Pro. Thou shalt be as free
freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than As mountain winds: but then exactly do
stain'd with salt water. All points of my command.
Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would Ari. To the syllable.
it not say, he lies? Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt. Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.
Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh
as when we put them on first in Africk, at the marAC T. II.
riage of the king's fair daughter, Claribel, to the SCENE I. - Another part of the Island. king of Tunis. Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, Antonio, GONZALO, Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well Adriax, FRANCIsco, and others.
in our return. Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a (So have we all) of joy; for our escape
paragon to their queen. Is much beyond our loss: Our hint of woe Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, Ant. Widow ? a pox o' that! How came that wiThe masters of some merchant, and the merchant, dow in ? Widow Dido! Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, Seb. What if he had said, widower Aeneas too? I mean our preservation, few in millions
good lord, how
take it! Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me stuOur sorrow with our comfort.
dy of that : She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Alon. Pr’ythee, peace.
Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Adr. Carthage? Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. Gon. I assure you , Carthage. Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; Ant. His ord is more than the miraculous harp. by and by it will strike.
Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Gon. Sir,
Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next? Seb. One: - Tell.
Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd, pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Comes to the entertainer –
Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Seb. A dollar.
bring forth more islands. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spo- Gon. Ay? ken truer than you purposed.
Ant. Why, in good time. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem should.
now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the Gon. Therefore, my lord,
marriage of your daughter, who is now queen., Ant. Fye, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Alon. I pr’ythee, spare.
Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Gon. Well, I have done: But yet
Ant. 0, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. Seb. He will be talking.
Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. wager, first begins to crow?
Änt. That sort was well fish'd for. Seb. The old cock.
Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? Ant. The cockrel.
Alon. You cram these words into mire ears, against Seb. Done: The wager?
The stomach of my sense: 'Would I had never Ant. A laughter.
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Seb. A match.
My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,
I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Ant. So, you've paid.
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Fran. Sir, he may live;
I saw him beat the surges under him, Ant. He could not miss it.
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and de- Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted, licate temperance.
The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head
He came alive to land.
Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss; Seb. Of that there's none, or little.
That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks? how green? But rather lose her to an African;