The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare

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.

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, How came we ashore ? In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle:

Pro. By Providence divine.

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

Out of his charity, (who being then appointed Master of this design,) did give us; with

Rich garments, linens, stufis, and necessa ies, Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.

Mira.

But ever see that man! Pro.

'Would I might

Now I arise:

The king's son have I landed by himself; Whom I lef, cooling of the air with sighs, In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, His arms in this sad knot.

Pro.

Of the king's ship,

The mariners, say, how thou hast disposed, And all the rest o' the fleet ?

Ari.

Safely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Thou call'st me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid: The mariners all under hatches stow'd;

Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd

labour,

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 sally 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 must give

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 grumbling: thou did'st promise

To bate me a full year. Pro.

Dost thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee? Ari.

Pro. Thou dost; and think'st

No.

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.

I will discharge thee.

Ari.

That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what? what shall 1 do? Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea;

Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible
To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.
[Exit Ariel.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.
Pro.

Shake it off: come on;
We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.

Mira.

I do not love to look on. Pro.

"Tis a villain, sir,

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 for thee;

Come forth, thou tortoise! when?

Re-enter Ariel, like a Water-nymph.

Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear.

Ari.

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' thee,

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 subject 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: 1 have used thee,

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

My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing and singing;

Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil

himself

Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

Enter Caliban.

Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd

The queen of Naples.
Pro.

The strain of strutting chanticlere

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

Fer.

O, if a virgin,

Fer. Where should this musick be; i' the air, And your affection not gone forth, 1'll make you

or 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 musick 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.

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 fade,

But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

[Burden, ding-dong.

Hark! now I hear them-ding-dong, bell. 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'.
Μιτα.

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 senses

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

Soft, sir; one word more.They are both in either's powers: but this swift business

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning

Make the prize light.

[Aside. One word more; I charge thou dost here usurp

thee, That thou attend me 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 a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't.

Pro.

Follow me.- [To Ferd.
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come.
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together;
Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and
husks,

Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.
Fer.

Mira.

No;

I will resist such entertainment, till
Mine enemy has more power. [He draws
O dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro.

What, I say,
My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor;
Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy
conscience

Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward;
For I can here disarm thee with this stick,

And make thy weapon drop.

I might call him Mira.

A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.

'Beseech, you father!
Sir, have pity;

Pro. Hence: hang not on my garments.
Mira.

I'll be his surety.
Pro.

Silence! one word more

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
An advocate for an impostor? hush!
Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes
as he,

Having seen but him and Caliban: Foolish
wench!

To the most of men this is a Caliban,
And they to him are angels.
Mira.

My affections

Are then most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.
Pro.

Come on; obey: [To Fer.

Thy nerves are in their infaney again,
And have no vigour in them.
Fer.

So they are:

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's loss, the weakness which 1 feel,
The wreck of all my friends, or this man's

How! the best?
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples; he does hear me; threats,

And, that he does, 1 weep: myself am Naples;
Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheid
The king my father wreck'd.
Mira

To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
Might I I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid all corners else o' the earth,
Let liberty make use of space enough
Have I in such a prison.
Pro.

Alack! for mercy! Fer. Yes, 'faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan, It works: Come on.And his brave son, being twain. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-Follow me.Pro The duke of of Milan, Milan, [To Fer. and Mir. And is more braver daughter, could control thee, Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To Ariel. If now 'twere fit to do't:-At the first sight Mira. Be of comfort; [Aside. My father is of a better nature, sir,

drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than stain'd with salt water.

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say, he lies?

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 marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis.

Seb. "Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.

Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their queen.

Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.

Ant. Widow? a pox o' that! How came that widow in? Widow Dido!

Seb. What if he had said, widower Æncas too? good lord, how you take it!

Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me
study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
Adr. Carthage?

Gon. I assure you, Carthage.

Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Seb. He hath raised the wall and houses too. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next?

Seb. I think, he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple.

Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands.

Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's Gon. Ay?

offer'd,

Comes to the entertainer

Ant. Why, in good time.

Gon. Sir, we were talking that our garments seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now

queen.

Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant

you should.

Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there.
Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.

Gon. Therefore, my lord,

Alon. I pr'ythee spare.

Ant. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.

Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the

Gon. Well, I have done but yet

first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.
Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.

Seb. He will be talking.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's mar

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a riage?

good wager, first begins to crow ?

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears,

Seb. The old cock.

against

The stomach of my sense: 'Would, I had never
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence,
My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,
Who is so far from Italy remov'd,

Adr. Though this island seem to be a desert, I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir

Ant. So, you've pay'd.

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, Fran.

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and The surge most swolu that met him: his bold head

Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly

Adr. The air breathes upon us here most

Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.
Ant. True; save means to live.

Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks? But rather lose her to an African;

Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

Seb. With an eye of green in't.

Ant. He misses not much.

Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish

Hath made his meal on thee?

Sir, he may live;

I saw him beat the surges under him,

And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,

Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted

Where she, at least, is banish'd from
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
Alon.

your eye,

Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;

Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,
And use of service, none; contract, succession,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none:
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:

No occupation; all men idle, all;

And women too; but innocent and pure:
No sovereignty :-

Seb.

And yet he would be king on't. Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.

Gon. All things in common nature should produce

Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have; but nature should bring
forth,

Of its own kind, all foizen, all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects?

Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and knaves.
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir,
To excel the golden age.
Seb.

Ant. Long live Gonzalo!
Gon

'Save his majesty!

And, do you mark me, sir?Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: thou dost talk no

thing to me.

Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use to laugh at nothing.

Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.

Gon. Who in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing to you; so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.

Ant. What a blow was there given!
Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.

Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle: you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing. Enter Ariel invisible, playing solemn Musick. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Gon. No

No, I w warrant you; I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me sleep, for I am very heavy? Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.

[All sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine

Seb.

Then tell me,

Claribel.

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from

Naples

Can have no note, unless the sun were post, (The man i' the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins

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