So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before,
To say, thou'lt enter friendly.

2 Sen. Throw thy glove,

Or any token of thine honour else,

That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress,
And not as our confusion; all thy powers
Shall make their harbour in our town, till we
Have seal'd thy full desire.

Alcib. Then there's my glove;
Descend, and open your uncharged ports;
Those enemies of Timon's and mine own,
Whom you yourselves shall set out for reproof,
Fall, and no more: and,-to atone your fears
With my more noble meaning, not a man
Shall pass his quarter, or offend the stream
Of regular justice in your city's bounds,
But shall be remedied, to your public laws,
At heaviest answer.

Both. 'Tis most nobly spoken.
Alcib. Descend, and keep your words.

[the Senators descend, and open the gates.
Enter a Soldier.

Sol. My noble general, Timon is dead;

Entomb'd upon the very hem o'the sea:

And, on his grave-stone, this insculpture; which
With wax I brought away, whose soft impression
Interprets for my poor ignorance.
Alcib. [reads] "Here lies a wretched corse, of

wretched soul bereft :

[caitiff left! Seek not my name. A plague consume you wicked Here lie I Timon; who, alive, all living men did [here thy gait."

hate: Pass by, and curse thy fill; but pass, and stay not These well express in thee thy latter spirits: Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs, Scorn'dst our brain's flow, and those our droplets From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit [which Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead Is noble Timon; of whose memory Hereafter more.-Bring me into your city, And I will use the olive with my sword: Make war breed peace; make peace stint war;

make each

Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: take in the top-sail: 'tend to the master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo, and others.

Alon. Good boatswain, have care.

the master? Play the men.

tage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. [exeunt.

Re-enter Boatswain.

Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course. [a cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.

Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

Seb. A pox o'your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog!

Boats. Work you, then.

Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast 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 advan

Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstaunched wench.

Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set ber two courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Enter Mariners, wet. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [erit.

Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us For our case is as theirs. [assist them,

Seb. I am out of patience.

Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. [lie drowning, This wide-chapped rascal;-would'st thou might'st The washing of ten tides!

Gon. He'll be hanged yet; Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glut 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.

Gezit.

erit.

[exit.

SCENE II. THE ISLAND: BEFORE THE CELL OF

PROSPERO.

Enter Prospero and Miranda. Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: [have The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd With those I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd. Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the carth, or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The freighting souls within her.

Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was
The duke of Milan, and a prince of power.
Mira. Sir, are not you my father?

Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She said-thou wast my daughter; and thy father
Was duke of Milan; and his only heir
A princess;-no worse issued.

Mira. O, the heavens!

What foul play had we, that we came from thence Or blessed was't we did?

Pro. Both, both, my girl:

By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither.

Mira. O, my heart bleeds

To think o'the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, further. [tonio,

I

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd An-
pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should
Be so perfidious !-he, whom, next thyself,
Of all the world I løv'd, and to him put
The manage of my state; as, at that time,
Through all the signiories it was the first,
And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,

Without a parallel; those being all my study,
The government I cast upon my brother,
And to my state grew stranger, being transported,
And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-
Dost thou attend me?

Mira. Sir, most heedfully.

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom

Out three years old.

Mira. Certainly, sir, I can.

A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded,

Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira. 'Tis far off;

And rather like a dream than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants: had I not
Four or five women once, that tended me? [is it,
Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda: but how

Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie,-he did believe
He was the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative :--hence his ambition
Growing,—Dost hear?

L

Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he And him he play'd it for, he needs will be [play'd Absolute Milan: me, poor man! my library Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable: confederates (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Subject his coronet to the crown, and bend The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan!) To most ignoble stooping.

Mira. O, the heavens!

To think but nobly of my grandmother :
Good wombs have borne bad sons.

Pro. Now the condition.

This king of Naples, being an enemy

To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Which was, that he, in lieu o'the premises,-
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother: whereon,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
The gates of Milan; and, i'the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.

Mira. Alack, for pity!

I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,

Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,

That wrings mine eyes.

Pro. Hear a little further,

And then I'll bring thee to the present business,

Which now's upon us; without the which, this❘ Were most impertinent.

Mira. Wherefore did they not

That hour destroy us?

Pro. Well demanded, wench;

[story

[not;

My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst
(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.

Mira. Alack! what trouble

Was I then to you!

Pro. O a cherubim

Out of his charity (who being then appointed
Master of this design) did give us; with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, [ness,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle-
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.

Mira. Would I might
But ever see that man!

Pro. Now I arise:

Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit
Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.

Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I

pray you, sir,

(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm?

Pro. Know thus far forth.

By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes [tions;
Will ever after droop.-Here cease more ques-
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way;--I know thou can'st not choose.--
Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;
[she sleeps.

Approach, my Ariel; come.

Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt;
Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.

Mira. How came we ashore?

Pro. By Providence divine.

Some food we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

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 staring, (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. Ay, sir.

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,

And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant :
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain

A dozen years; within which space she died, And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans,

As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island (Save for the son that she did litter here,

A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with A human shape.

Ari. Yes; Caliban, her son. Pro. Dull thing, I say so; Whom now I keep in service.

he, that Caliban, Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in: thy groan

And his great person perish.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:
What is the time o'the day?

Ari. Past the mid season.

Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and now

Must by us both be spent most preciously. [pains, Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro. How now ? moody?

What is't thou can'st demand?

Ari. My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Ari. I pray thee

Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst pro-
To bate me a full year.

Pro. Dost thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee?
Ari. No.

Pro. Thou dost ; and think'st

It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; To run upon the sharp wind of the north; To do me business in the veins o'the earth, When it is bak'd with frost.

Ari. I do not, sir.

[mise

[forgot

Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? Ari. No, sir.

Pro. Thou hast: where was she born? speak; Ari. Sir, in Argier. [tell me.

Pro. O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing, from Argier, Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, They would not take her life. Is not this true?

Of ever-angry bears: it was a torment
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo; it was mine art,
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.

Ari. I thank thee, master.

[oak,

Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
Ari. Pardon, master:

I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.

Pro. Do so; and after two days

I will discharge thee.

Ari. That's my noble master!

What shall I do? say what: what shall I do?
Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o'the sea;
Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible
To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.
[ex. Ariel,

Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well.
Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness on me.

Pro. Shake it off: come on;

We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.

Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir,

I do not love to look on.
Pro. But, as 'tis,

We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood: and serves in offices
That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business
Come forth, thou tortoise! when? [for thee;
Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.

Ari. My lord, it shall be done.

[exit