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PLA Y S
WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. .
PERSONS REPRESENTED. Alonso, King of Naples.
Stephano, a drunken Butler. Sebastian, his Brother.
Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.
Miranda, Naughter to Prospero.
Ariel, an airy Spirit.
Iris, Gonzalo, an honest old Counsellor of Naples.
Other Spirits attending on Prospero.
Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare ; lower, A Storm with Thunder and Lightning.
lower ; bring her to try with main course. (A cry
within.). A plague upon this howling! they are Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain.
louder than the weather, or our office.Mast. BOATSWAIN,
Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. Boats. Here, master: What cheer?
Yet again ? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, Mast. Good : Speak to the mariners : fall to't yare- and drown? Have you a mind to sink? ly, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. Seb. A pox o'your throat! you bawling, blas
(Erit. phemous, incharitable doy ! Enter Mariners.
Bonts. Work you, then.
dut. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent Bonts. Heigh, my hearts ; cheerly, cheerly, my noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than hearts; yare, yare: take in the topsail : Tend to the thou art. master's whistle.-Blow till thou burst thy wind, Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though is room enough!
the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand,
leaky as an unstanched wench. Gonzalo, and others.
Bunts. Lay her A-hold, a-hold: set her two
courses ; off to sea again, lay her off. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master! Play the men.
Enter Mariners wet. Boats. I pray now, keep below.
Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! Ant. Where is the master, Boatswain?
[E.reunt. Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our la- Bonts. What, must our mouths be cold? bour ; Keep your cabins : you do assist the storm. Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us as. Gon. Nay, good, be patient.
sist them, Bouts. When the sea is. Hence! What care for our case is as theirs. these roarers for the name of king ? To cabin : si- Srb. I am out of patience. lence: trouble us not.
Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
drunkards. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You This wide-chapp'd rascal ;- 'Would, thou might'st are a counsellor ; if you can command these ele
lic drowning, ments to silence, and work the peace of the present, The washing of ten tides ! we will not hand & rope more ; use your authority. Gon.
He'll be hanged yet ; If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, Though every drop of water swear against it, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mis. And gape at wid'st to glut him. chance of the hour, if'it so bap.—Cheerly, good ( A confused noise within.)- Mercy on us! We split, hearts.-Out of our way, I say.
(Erit.we split !-Farewell, my wife and children! BareGon. I have great comfort from this fellow': me-well, brother! We split, we split, we split! thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him ; his Ant. Let's all sink with the king. (Erit. complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Seb. Let's take leave of him.
Erit. fate, to his hanging ! make the rope of his destiny Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of our cable, for our own doth little advantage ! If he sea for an acre of barren ground : long heath, be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. brown furze, any thing : The wills above be done. (Eseunt. but I would fain die a dry death.
SCENE II. The Island : before the Cell of Prospero. Mira,
O, my heart bleeds
To think o'the teen that I have turn'd you to, Enter Prospero and Miranda.
Which is from my remembrance! Please you fur. Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have
ther. Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them :
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio, The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, I pray thee, mark me--that a brother should But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, The manage of my state; as, at that time, Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Through all the signiories it was the first, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish’d. In dignity, and, for the liberal arts, Had I been any god of power, I would
Without a parallel ; those being all my study, Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er The government I cast upon my brother, It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and And to my state grew stranger, being transported, The freighting souls within her.
And rapt in secret studies. Thy false unclePro.
Dost thou attend me? No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
Sir, most heedfully. There's no harm done.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Mira. 0, woe the day !
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom Pro.
No harm. To trash for over-topping ; new created I have done nothing but in care of thee,
The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who
them, Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Or else new form'd them: having both the key Of whence I am; nor that I am more better Of officer and office, set all hearts Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was And thy no greater father.
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, (not: Mira.
More to know And suck'd my verdure out on't. --Thou attend'st Did never meddle with my thoughts.
I pray thee, mark me. Pro. "Tis time Mira.
O good sir, I do. I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate And pluck my magic garment from me.--So; To closeness and the bettering of my mind
[Lays down his Mantle. With that, which, but by being so retir'd, Lie there, my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes ; have O'erpriz'd all popular rate, in my false brother, comfort.
Awak'd an evil nature : and my trust, The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd Like a good parent, did beget of him The very virtue of compassion in thee,
A falsehood, in its contrary as great I have with such provision in mine art
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, So safely order'd, that there is no soul
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lordel, No, not so much perdition as an hair,
Not only with what my revenue yielded, Betid to any creature in the vessel
But what my power might else exact,-like one, Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Sit down;
Made such a sinner of his memory, For thou must now know further.
To credit his own lie,-he did believe Mira.
You have often He was the duke; out of the substitution, Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd
And executing the outward face of royalty, And left me to a bootless inquisition;
With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Pro. To have no screen between this part he Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember And him he play'd it for, he needs will be (play'd, A time before we came unto this cell?
Absolute Milan: me, poor man! my library I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties Out three years old.
He thinks me now incapable: confederates Mira.
Certainly, sir, I can. (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, Pro. By what? by any other house, or person ? To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Of any thing the image tell me, that
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend Hath kept with thy remembrance.
The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan !) Mira.
'Tis far off; To most ignoble stooping. And rather like a dream than an assurance
O the heavens! That my remembrance warrants : had I not Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Four or five women once, that tended me? [it, If this might be a brother.
(tell me, Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how is Mira.
I should sin That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else To think but nobly of my grandmother : In the dark backward and abysm of time?
Good wombs have borne bad sons. If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, Pro.
Now the condition. How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.
This king of Naples, being an enemy Mira.
But that I do not. To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years which was, that he in lieu oʻthe premises,-Thy father was the duke of Milan, and (since, of homage, and I know not how much tribute,A prince of power.
Should presently extirpate me and mine Mira.
Sir, are not you my father! Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and With all the honours, on my brother: whereon She said-ihou wast my daughter; and thy father A treacherous army levied, one midnight Was duke of Milan; and his only heir
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open A princess ;- no worse issued.
The gates of Milan; and i'the dead of darkness, Miru.
0, the heavens The ministers for the purpose ried ence What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Me, and thy crying self. Or blessed was't we did ?
Alack, for pity!
Both, both, my girl: I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
That wrings mine eyes.
Hear a little further, O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And then I'll bring thee to the present business And sight outrunning were not: the fire, and cracks Which now's upon us; without the which, this of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Were most impertinent.
[story Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves trembje; Miru
Wherefore did they not Yea, his dread trident shake. That hour destroy us?
My brave spirit! Pro.
Well demanded, wench; Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst Would not infect his reason ? not ;
Not a soul (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd A mark so bloody on the business; but
Some tricks of desperation : all, but mariners, With colours fairer painted their foul ends. Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
Then all a-fire with me : the king's son, Ferdinand, Bore us some leagues to sea ; where they prepar'd With hair up starting (then like reeds, not hair,) A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
Was the first man that leap'd ; cried, Hell is empty, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
And all the devils are here. Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, Pro.
Why, that's my spirit ! To cry to the sea that roard to us; to sigh But was not this nigh shore ? To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Ari,
Close by, my master. Did us but loving wrong.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Not a hair perish'd ; Was I then to you!
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me, Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle: Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
The king's son have I landed by himself; When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs, Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, An undergoing stomach, to bear up
His arms in this sad knot. Against what should ensue.
Of the king's ship, Mira.
How came we ashore? The mariners, say, how thou hast disposid, Pro. By Providence divine.
And all the rest o'the fleet? Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Ari.
Safely in harbour A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Out of his charity (who being then appointed Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew Master of this design) did give us; with
From the still vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid : Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, The mariners all under hatches stowed ; Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle. Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, [ness, I have left asleep: and for the rest o'the fleet, From my own library, with volumes that Which I dispers'd, they all have met again ; I prize above my dukedom.
And are upon the Mediterranean flote, Mira.
'Would I might Bound sadly home for Naples ; But ever see that man !
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Pro. Now I arise :
And his great person perish. Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Ariel, thy charge Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: Have 1, thy school-master, made thee more profit What is the time o'the day? Than other princes can, that have more time Ari.
Past the mid season. For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
Pro. At least two glasses : the time 'twixt six and Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I Must by us both be spent most preciously. (now, pray you, sir,
Ari. Is there more toil ? Since thou dost give me (For stili 'tis beating in my mind), your reason
pains, For raising this sea-storm?
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Pro.
Know thus far forth. Which is not yet perform'd me. By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
How now? moody? Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
What is't thou canst demand ? Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
My liberty. I find my zenith doth depend upon
Pro. Before the time be out? no more. A most auspicious star; whose influence
I pray thee If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Remember, I have done thee worthy service: Will ever after droop.--Here cease more questions ; Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst And give it way;-I know thou canst not choose. To bate me a full year.
(promice Miranda sleeps. Pro.
Dost thou forget Come away, servant, come: I'm ready now; From what a torment I did free thee? Approach, my Ariel ; come.
It much to tread the ooze of the salt deen;
To do me business in the veins o'the earth, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
When it is bak'd with frost. On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task Ari.
I do not, sir. Ariel, and all his quality.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou Pro. Hast thou, spirit,
forgot Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee ? The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and ency, Ari. To every article.
Was grown into a hoop hast thou forgot her! I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Ari. No, sir.
(tell me. Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
Pro. Thou hast: where was she born ? speak ; I flam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide,
Ari. Sir, in Argier. and burn in many places; on the top-mast,
0, was she so? I must, The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly; Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the pre- Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorar, cursors
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging They would not take her life: Is not this true? Than bees that made them. Ari. Ay, sir.
I must eat my dinner. Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, child,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, And here was left by the sailors : Thou, my slave, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; wouldst As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant:
give me And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, To name the bigger light, and how the less, Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, By help of her more potent ministers,
And shew'd thee all the qualities o'the isle, And in her most unmitigable rage,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and ferInto a cloven pine; within which rift
Cursed be I that did so! All the charms [tile; Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! A dozen years; within which space she died, For 1 am all the subjects that you have, (me And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy Which first was mine own king: and here you sty groans,
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island, The rest of the island. (Save for the son that she did litter here,
Thou most lying slave, A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us'd human shape.
thee, Ari. Yes; Caliban her son.
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st The honour of my child. What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Cal. O ho, o ho !-'would it had been done! Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment
This isle with Calibans. To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Abhorred slave; Could not again undo; it was mine art,
Which any print of goodness will not take, When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, [hour The pine, and let thee out.
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each Ari.
I thank thee, master. One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes Thou hast howl'd a way twelve winters.
made hem known: But thy vile Ari.
Pardon, master :
[natures I will be correspondent to command,
Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good And do my sprighting gently.
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Pro.
Do so; and after two days Deservedly confin'd into this rock, I will discharge thee.
Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Ari.
That's my noble master! Cal. You taught me language ; and my profit on't What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you,
Pro. Go make thyself like a nymph of the sea; For learning me your language ! Be subject to no sight but thine and mine; invisible Pro.
Hag-seed, hence! To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, Fetch us in fuel ; and be quick, thou wert best, And hither coine in't: go hence, with diligence. To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
(Exit Ariel. If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Awake!
Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, Mira. The strangeness of your story put
That beasts shall tremble at thy din. Heaviness in me.
No, pray thee Pro. Shake it off: come on;
I must obey : his art is of such power, (.Aside. We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
It would control my dam's god, Setebos, Yields us kind answer.
And make a vassal of him. Mira. "Tis a villain, sir,
So, slave; hence! I do not love to look on.
[Exit Caliban. Pro.
But, as 'tis,
Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing and singing : FerFetch in our wood; and serves in offices
dinand following him. That profit us. What, no! slave! Caliban!
ARIEL'S SONG. Thou earth, thou ! speak.
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands :
(The wild waves n'hist,) Re-enter Ariel, like a Water-Nymph.
Foot it featly here and there ;
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark, hark! Hark in thine ear.
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.
[Dispersedly. Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Erit.
The watch-dogs bark : Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil him. Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.
[Dispersedly. Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticlere,
Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd Fer. Where should this music be? i'the air, or With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,
the earth? Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, It sounds no more :--and sure, it waits upon And blister you all o'er!
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have Weeping again the king my father's wreck, cramps,
This music crept by me upon the waters; Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Allaying both their fury, and my passion, Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,