Whom I 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? Ari.
Safely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vex'd Bermoothes,' there she's hid: The mariners all under hatches stowed; Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd la- bour,
I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet, Which I dispers'd, they all have met again; And are upon the Mediterranean flote, Bound sadly home for Naples;
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, 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.
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Which is not yet perforin'd mc.
What is't thou canst demand? Ari.
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?
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. Pro. Thou licst, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
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; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier.' 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 banished; for one thing she did,
They would not take her life. Is not this true? 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 earthly 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 honoured with A human shape.
Yes; Caliban, her son. Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts 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. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Ari. will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently. Pro.
Do so; and after two days
Mari. That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what: what shall I do? Pro. Go make thyself like 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.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!
Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me.
We'll visit Caliban, my Yields us kind answer.
Shake it off; come on; slave, who never
"Tis a villain, sir,
But, as 'tis,
I do not love to look on. Pro. 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 for thee; Come forth, thou tortoise! when?
Re-enter Aricl, like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear. Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,
Side-stiches, 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; would'st give me
Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, fertile;
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child.
Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans.
Pro. Abhorred slave; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known: But thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock, 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 rid2 you, For learning me your language! Pro. Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou were best, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, 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.
Cal. No, 'pray thee!
I must obey: his art is of such power, It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him.
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd (The wild waves whist3)
Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Hark, hark!
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. The walch-dogs bark: Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.
Hark, hark! Thear
The strain of strutting chanticlere, Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.
Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, of the earth?
It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon 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. No, it begins again.
Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes. Nothing of him that doth fade, 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.
Pro. [Aside. As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this.
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 maid, or no?
Mira. But, certainly a maid.
I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken.
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee?
Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit. In the dark backward and abysm3 of time? Seb. Let's take leave of him. Exit. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of How thou cam'st here, thou may'st. sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown But that I do not. 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.
Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's check, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd With those that 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 earth, or e'er' It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The freighting souls within her. Pro. Be collected; No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, There's no harm done.
I have done nothing but in care of thee, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Of whence I am; nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father.
You have often Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd And left me to a bootless inquisition; Concluding, Stay, not yet.—
The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Out2 three years old.
Mira. Certainly, sir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Of any thing the image tell me, that 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?
Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how is it,
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
Pro. Twelve years since, 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. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio, I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should Be so perfidious!-he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I lov'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-
Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash' for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine; I say or chang'd them,
Or else new form'd them: having both the key Of officer and oflice, set all hearts To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was The ivy, which had my princely trunk, And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st
I pray thee, mark me. Mira. O good sir, I do. Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate To closeness, and the bettering of my mind With that, which, but by being so retir'd, O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother, Awak'd an evil nature and my trust, Like a good parent, did beget of him A falsehood, in its contrary as great As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded,. But what my power might else exact,-like one, 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?
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd,
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan: me, poor man!- my library
Side-stiches, 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; would'st give me
Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile;
Cursed be I 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. Pro. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I have
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child.
Cal. O ho, O ho!-would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans.
Abhorred slave; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each
One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known: But thy vile
Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.
The strain of strutting chanticlere, Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.
Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, ot
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 him
A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, And strays about to find them. Mira.
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid2 you, For learning me your language! Pro. Hag-seed, hence! A thing divine; for nothing natural Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou were best, I ever saw so noble. To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, 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.
As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this. 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, Ó you wonder If you be maid, or no?
Mira. But, certainly a maid.
I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken.
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee?
Safely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vex'd Bermoothes,' there she's hid: The mariners all under hatches stowed; Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd bour,
I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet, Which I dispers'd, they all have met again; And are upon the Mediterranean flote, Bound sadly home for Naples;
To act her earthly 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, la-A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honoured with A human shape.
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, 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.
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me.
What is't thou canst 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- mise
Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee? Ari.
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. Pro. Thou licst, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
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; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier.' Pro.
O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts 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. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Ari.
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 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.
I do not love to look on. Pro. 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 for thee; Come forth, thou tortoise! when?
Re-enter Aricl, like a water-nymph.
Which thou forget st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing, from Argier, Thou know'st, was banished; for one thing she did,
They would not take her life. Is not this true? 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
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