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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
tage. If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt.
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 of your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!
Boats. Work you then.
Ant. Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an unstanched wench.
Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off to sea again; lay her off. Enter Mariners wet.
[Exeunt Ant. and Seb. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exeunt
SCENE II. The island. Before PROSPERO'S cell.
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 cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creature 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 cre It should the good ship so have swallow'd and The fraughting souls within her.
Pros. Be collected: No more amazement: tell your piteous heart There's no harm done.
O, woe the day!
No harm. 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. Mir.
More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts.
'Tis time I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me. So: [Lays down his mantle. Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
For thou must now know farther.
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 40 Out three years o'd.
Certainly, sir, I can.
Mir. Pros. By what? by any other house or person? Of any thing the image tell me that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mir. '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?
Pros. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda.
how is it That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here, How thou camest here thou mayst. Mir. But that I do not. Pros. Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, Thy father was the Duke of Milan and A prince of power. Mir. Sir, are not you my father? Pros. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir And princess no worse issued. Mir.
O the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from Or blessed was't we did? [thence? Pros. Both, both, my girl; 61 By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence, But blessedly holp hither. Mir. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
Pr. My brother and thy uncle, call'd AntonioI pray thee, mark me-that a brother should Be so perfidious !-he whom next thyself Of all the world I loved, and to him put The manage of my state; as at that time Through all the signories 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 rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleDost thou attend me? Mir.
Sir, most heedfully. Pros. Being once perfected how to grant suits How to deny them, who to advance and who 80 To trash for over-topping, new created
The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed
Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key
I pray thee, mark me. I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind 90 With that which, but by being so retired, O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother Awaked 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 into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie, he did believe
He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty,
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pros. To have no screen between this part he play'd
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
He thinks me now incapable; confederates-
O the heavens!
Pros. Mark his condition and the event; then tell me
If this might be a brother.
That wrings mine eyes to't.
Hear a little further And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon's; without the which this story Were most impertinent.
Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?
Well demanded, wench: My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
Was I then to you!
So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
Alack, what trouble
Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst
But ever see that man!
Pros. Now I arise: [Resumes his mantle.
A most auspicious star, whose influence
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail!
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, 190
On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
Not a soul
Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners 210
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
Then all afire 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
Safely in harbor
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Past the mid season. Pros. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now 240 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 promised,
How now ? moody?
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst
Of the salt deep,
Pros. Thou hast. speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pros.
Where was she born?
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
Pros. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought
As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this
Yes, Caliban her son.
Pros. 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 arrived and heard thee, that made gape The pine and let thee out. Ari. I thank thee, master. Pros. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an And peg thee in his knotty entrails till [oak Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Ari.
I will be correspondent to command
Do so, and after two days
To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
Pros. Thou dost, and think'st it much to Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept
To run upon the sharp wind of the North,
To do me business in the veins o' the earth When it is baked with frost.
I do not, sir.
Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
Ari. No, sir.
That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within. Pros. Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:
Come, thou tortoise! when?
Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph.
My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pros. 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 And blister you all o'er!
Pros. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt
have cramps, Side-stitches 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 honeycomb, each pinch more stingThan bees that made 'em. [ing Cal. I must eat my dinner. 330 This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first, Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me
Water with berries in't, and teach me how
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
sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest o' the island.
Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honor of my child.
Cal. O ho, Ó ho! would't had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else 350 This isle with Calibans.
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confined into this rock, 361 Who hadst deserved more than a prison. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you For learning me your language!
Pres. Abhorred slave, Which any print of goodness wilt 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 wouldst gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known. But thy vile race, [good natures Though thou didst learn, had that in't which
Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt 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 370 That beasts shall tremble at thy din. Cal. No, pray thee. [Aside] must obey: his art is of such power, it would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him.
Pros. So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following.