speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused Noise, they heavily vanish.
Pro. [Aside] I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates, Against my life; the minute of their plot
Is almost come.-[To the Spirits] Well done;-avoid;
Fer. This is most strange: your father's in some That works him strongly.
Never till this day, Saw I him touch'd with auger so distemper'd. Pro. You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort, As if you were dismay'd be cheerful, sir: Our revels now are ended; these our actors As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made of, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.-Sir, I am vex'd;
Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled. Be not disturb'd with my infirmity;
If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell,
And there repose; a turn or two I'll walk To still my beating mind.
Fer. Mira. We wish your peace. Pro. Come with a thought:-I thank you :-Ariel,
Cal. Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet: Seest thou here, This is the mouth of the cell: no noise, and enter: Do that good mischief, which may make this island Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
Ste. Give me thy hand: I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Ste phano! look, what a wardrobe here is for thee!
Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash. Trin. O, ho, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery: O king Stephano!
Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown.
Trin. Thy grace shall have it.
Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean, To dote thus on such luggage? Let's along, And do the murder first! if he awake,
From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches ; Make us strange stuff.
Ste. Be you quiet, monster.-Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.
Trin. Do, do: We steal by line and level, an't like your grace.
Ste. I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't.
Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.
Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,
Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to; What's thy pleasure? And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
Ari. Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres, I thought to have told thee of it: but I fear'd, Lest I might anger thee.
Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; So full of valour, that they smote the air For breathing in their faces; beat the ground For kissing of their feet: yet always bending Towards their project: Then I beat my tabor, At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears, Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses, As they smelt music; so I charm'd their ears, That calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns, Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them I'the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake O'erstunk their feet.
This was well done, my bird: Thy shape invisible retain thou still: The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither, For stale to catch these thieves. Ari. I go, I go. [Exit. Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; And as, with age, his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers: I will plague them all, Re-enter Ariel, loaden with glistering Apparel, &c. Even to roaring:-Come, hang them on this line. Prospero and Ariel remain invisible. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.
Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. [not Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us.
Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation.
Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you; look you, Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster.
Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still: Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to [softly, Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore, speak All's hush'd as midnight yet.
Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,- Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss.
Trin. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster.
Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour.
With foreheads villainous low.
Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom; go to, carry this.
Trin. And this.
Ste. Ay, and this.
A Noise of Hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in Shape of Hounds, and hunt them about; Prospero and Ariel setting them on.
Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!
Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver! Pro. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark!
hark! [Cal. Ste. and Trin. are driven out. Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make Than pard, or cat o'mountain. [them, Hark, they roar. Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies; Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little, Follow, and do me service.
When first I rais'd the tempest. How fares the king and his? Ari.
SCENE I. Before the Cell of Prospero. Enter Prospero in his magic Robes, and Ariel. Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease. I did say so, Say, my spirit, Confin'd together In the same fashion as you gave in charge; Just as s you left them, sir; all prisoners In the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell; They cannot budge, till you release. The king, His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted; And the remainder mourning over them, Brimful of sorrow, and dismay; but chiefly Him you term'd, sir, The good old lord Gonzalo; His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly works That if you now beheld them, your affections [them, Would become tender. Dost thou think so, spirit! Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pro. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions; and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thon art? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the Yet with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury (quick, Do I take part: the rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves.
I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and And ye, that on the sands with printless foot [groves; Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight-mushrooms; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be), I have bedimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar graves, at my command, Have wak'd their sleepers; oped, and let thein forth By my so potent art: But this rough magic I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd Some heavenly music (which even now I do), To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book. [Solemn Music. Re-enter Ariel after him, Alonso, with a frantic Gesture, attended by Gonzalo; Sebastian and An- tonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and Fran- cisco: They all enter the Circle which Prospero had made, and there stand charmed; which Pros- pero observing, speaks.
A solemn air, and the best comforter To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, For you are spell-stopp'd.-
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, Fall fellowly drops.-The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.-O my good Gonzalo, My true preserver, and a loyal sir
To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces Home, both in word and deed-Most cruelly Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter: Thy brother was a furtherer in the act ;- Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, [blood, Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian (Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong), Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee, Unnatural though thou art!-Their understanding Begins to swell: and the approaching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shores, That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, That yet looks on me, or would know me :-Ariel, Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell; [Exit Ariel. I will dis-case me, and myself present, As I was sometime Milan:-quickly, spirit; Thou shalt ere long be free.
Ariel re-enters, singing, and helps to attire Prospero.
Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie:
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fiy,
After summer, merrily:
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel; Ishall miss thee, But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.- To the king's ship, invisible as thou art : There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain, Being awake, enforce them to this place; And presently, I pr'ythee.
Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat.
Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement
Whe'r thou beest he, or no.
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, The affliction of my mind amends, with which, fear, a madness held me: this must crave (An if this be at all) a most strange story. Thy dukedom I resign; and do entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs: But how should Pros- Be living and be here? [pero Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot First, noble friend, Be measur'd, or contin'd. Whether this be,
Or be not, I'll not swear. Pro.
You do yet taste Some subtilties o'the isle, that will not let you But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, Believe things certain :-Welcome, my friends all :-- [Aside to Seb. and Ant. I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, And justify you traitors; at this time I'll tell no tales.
The devil speaks in him. [Aside. No;-
For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know, Thou must restore. If thou beest Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation; How thou hast met us here, who three hours since Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost, How sharp the point of this remembrance is! My dear son Ferdinand.
I am woe for't, sir. Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and Patience Says, it is past her cure. Pro.
You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, For the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, And rest myself content.
Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portable To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for I Have lost my daughter.
O heavens that they were living both in Naples, The king and queen there! that they were, I wish Myself were mudded in that oozy bed Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?
Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords At this encounter do so much admire, That they devour their reason; and scarce think Their eyes do offices of truth, their words. Are natural breath; but, howsoe'er you have Been justled from your senses, know for certain, That I am Prospero, and that very duke Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely Upon this shore, where you were wreck 'd, was landed, To be the lord on't. No more yet of this? For 'tis a chronicle of day by day, Not a relation for a breakfast, nor Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir; This cell's my court: here have I few attendants, And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in. My dukedom since you have given me again,
I will requite you with as good a thing; At least bring forth a wonder to content ye, As much as me my dukedom.
The Entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers Ferdi- nand and Miranda playing at Chess.
Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, And on this couple drop a blessed crown; For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way Which brought us hither!
I say, Amen, Gonzalo ! Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become king of Naples? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy; and set it down With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis; And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife, Where he himself was lost; Prospero bis dukedom, In a poor isle; and all of us, ourselves, When no man was his own. Alon.
Give me your hands: [To Fer. and Mira. Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart, That doth not wish you joy! Gon.
Re-enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatsu ain amazedly following.
O look, sir, look, sir; here are more of us! I prophesied, if a gallows were on land, This fellow could not drown:-Now, blasphemy, That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore? Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?
Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found Our king and company: the next our ship,- Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split,- Is tight and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when We first put out to sea.
The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure, Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you (Which to you shall seem probable), of every These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well.-Come hither, spirit; [Aside. Set Caliban and his companions free : [sir? Untie the spell. [Exit Ariel] How fares my gracious There are yet missing of your company Some few odd lads, that you remember not. Re-enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, in their stolen Apparel.
Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune:-Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio!
Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight.
Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! How fine my master is! I am afraid
What things are these, my lord Antonio? Will money buy them?
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, Then say, if they be true:-This mis-shapen knave, His mother was a witch; and one so strong That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, And deal in her command, without her power: These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil (For he's a bastard one), had plotted with them To take my life: two of these fellows you Must know, and own; this thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine. Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death. Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? Seb. He is drunk now: Where had he wine? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where should
Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them?- How cam'st thou in this pickle?
Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.
Seb. Why, how now, Stephano?
Ste. touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? [cramp. Ste. I should have been a sore one then. Alon. This is as strange a thing as e'er I look'd on. [Pointing to Caliban. Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners, As in his shape :-Go, sirrah, to my cell; Take with you your compacions; as you look To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, And worship this dull fool!
Go to; away! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.
Seb. Or stole it rather. [Exeunt Cal. Ste. and Trin. Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, To my poor cell where you shall take your rest For this one night; which (part of it) I'll waste
Sir, all this service (Aside. With such discourse, as, I not doubt, shall make it
Have I done since I went. Pro.
My tricksy spirit!) Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen, From strange to stranger.-Say, how came you hither! Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, And (how, we know not) all clapp'd under hatches, Where but even now, with strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awak'd; straitway, at liberty; Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Cap'ring to eye her: On a trice, so please you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping hither. Was't well done?) Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt
Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod : And there is in this business more than nature. Was ever conduct of: some oracle
Must rectify our knowledge.
Do not infest your mind with beating on
"FEAR NOT: THE FOREST IS NOT THREE LEAGUES OFF;
IF WE RECOVER THAT, WE ARE SURE ENOUGH"
London Published by l'hemas Tego Nu Cheapside March 26.184.
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