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SCENE II. The Island : before the Cell of Prospero. In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,

Without a parallel; those being all my study,
Enter Prospero and Miranda.

The government I cast upon my brother,
Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have And to my state grew stranger, being transported,
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking piteh, Dost thou attend me!
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Mira.

Sir, most heedfully. Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, How to deny them whom to advance, and whom Who had no doubt some poble creatures in her, To trash for over-topping; new created [them, Dash'd all to pieces. 0, the cry did knock

The creatures that were mine ; I say, or chang'á Against my very heart! Poor souls ! they perish'd. Or else new form'd them : having both the key Had I been any god of power, I would

of officer and otfice, set all hearts Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er

To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was It should the good ship, so have swallow'd, and The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, The freighting souls within her.

And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st not: Pro.

Be collected ; I pray thee, mark me. No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,


O good sir, I do. There's no harm done.

Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate Mira. O, woe the day !

To closeness and the bettering of my mind Pro.

No harm. With that, which, but by being so retir'd, I have done nothing but in care of thee,

O'erpriz'd all popular rate, in my false brother, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who Awak'd an evil nature : and my trust, Art ignorant of what thou art, bought kuowing Like a good parent, did beget of bin Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better

A falsehood, in its contrary as great Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,

As my trust was ; which had, indeed, no limit, And thy no greater father.

A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Mira. More to know

Not only with what my revenue yielded, Did never meddle with my thoughts.

But what my power might else exact,-like one, Pro.

"Tis time Who having, into truth, by telling of it, I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, Made such a sinner of his memory, And pluck my magic garmout from me. -So; To credit his own lie,- he did believe

(Lays down kis Mantle. He was the duke ; out of the substitution, Lie there, my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have com And executing the outward face of royalty, fort.

With ail prerogative :-Hence his ambition
The dire ul spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd Growing,--Dost hear!
The very virtue of compassion in thee,

Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. I have with such provision ip mine art

Pro. To have no screen between this part he So safely order'd, that there is no soul

And bim he play'd it for, he needs will be (play'd, No, not so much perdition as an hair,

Absolute Milan: me, poor man ! my library betid any creature in the vessel

Was duhedom large enough; of temporal royalties Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit He thinks me now incapable : confederates For thou must now know further.

[down ; (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, Mira.

You have often To give him annual tribute, do bim homage ; Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd

Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend And left ine to a bootless inquisition ;

The dukedom, yet inbow'd (alas, poor Milan!) Concluding, Stay, not yet.

To most ignoble stooping.
The hour's now come;


O the heavens ! The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;

Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember If this might be a brother.

[me, A time before we came unto this eell!


I should sin
I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not To think but nobly of my grandmother :
Out three years old.

Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Certainly, sir, I can.


Now the condition. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person ! This king of Naples, being an enemy Of any thing the image tell me, that

To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Which was, that he in lieu o'the premises,Mira,

"Tis far off;

Of homage, and I know not how much tribute And rather like a dream than an assurance

Should presently extirpate me and nine That my remembrance warrants : had I not

Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, Four or five women once, that tended me!

With all the honours, on my brother: whereon Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda : bat bow is it, A treacherous army levied, one midnight That this lives in thy mind! What seest thou else Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open In the dark backward and abysin of time!

The gates of Milan; and i'the dead of darkness, If thou remember'st aoght, ere thou cam't here, Te nuinisters for the purpose hurried thence How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.

Me, and thy crying self.
But that I do not. Mira.

Alack, for pity!
Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years 1, vot rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Thy father was the duke of Milan, and (simte, Will cry it o'er again ; it is a hint,
A prince of power.

That wrings mine eyes.
Sir, are not you my father ! Pro.

Hear a little further,
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and And then I'll bring thee to the present business
She said-thou wast my daughter; and thy father Which now's upon us ; without the which, this story
Was duke of Milan; and his only heir

Were most impertinent. A princess ;--no worse issued.


Wherefore did they not Mira.

0, the heavens ! That hour destroy us? What foul play had we, that we came from the ce ! Pro.

Well demanded, wench; Or blessed was't we did!

My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not ; Pro.

Both, both, my girl : (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'à thence, A mark so bloody on the business ; but
But blessedly holp hither.

With colours fairer painted their fool ends.
O, my heart bleeds

In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
To think o'the teen that I have turn'd you to, Bore us some leagues to sea ; where they prepar'd
Which is from my remembrance ! Please you further. A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call's Antonio,-- Nor tackle, sail, uor mast; the very rats I pray thee, mark me,-that a brother should

Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself,

To cry to the sea that roar'd to us to sigh Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put

To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, The manase of my state; as, at that time,

Did us but loving wrong. Through all the signiories was the first,


Alack! what trouble And Prospero the prime duke; being so repo ed Was I then to you!




Ola cherubim

Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew Thon wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid. Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

The mariners all under hatches stowed ; When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me I have left asleep: and for the rest o'the fleet, An undergoing stomach, to bear up

Which I dispers'd, they all have met again ; Against what should ensue.

And are upon the Mediterranean flote, Mira.

How came we ashore ! Bound sadly home for Naples; Pro. By Providence divine,

Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreek'a, Some food we had, and some fresh water, that And his great person perish. A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,


Aniel, thy charge Out of bis charity (who being then appointed Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work Master of this design) did give us ; with

What is the time o'the day? Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,


Past the mid season. Which since have stealed much ; so, of his gentle Pro. At least two glasses : the time 'twixt six and Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, "[ness, Must by us both be spent most preciously.

[now, From my own library, with volumes that

Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me I prize above my dukedom.

pains, Mira.

'Would I might

Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, But ever see that man !

Which is not yet perform'd me.
Now I arise :-

How now? moody? Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.

What is't thou canst demand ! Here in this island we arriv'd; and here


My liberty.
Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit Pro. Before the time be out !
Than other princes can, that have more time


I pray thee For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. [you, sir, Remember, I have done thee worthy service;

Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, 1 pray Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv' (For still 'tis beating in my mind), your reason Without or grudge, or grumblings : thoa didst proFor raising this sea-storm ?

To bate me a full year.
Know thus far forth. Pro.

Dost thou forget
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,

From what a torment I did free thee? Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies


No. Brought to this shore : and by my prescience

Pro. Thou dost; and think'st I find my zenith doth depend opon

It much to tread the ooze of the salt deep; A most auspicious star ; whose influence

To run upon the sharp wind of the north ;
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes

To do me business in the veins o'the earth,
Will ever after droop.--Here cease more questions ; When it is bak'd with frost,
Thou art inclin'd to sleep ; 'tis a good dulness,


I do not, sir. And give it way ;-I know thou canst not choose. Pro. Thoo liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot

[Miranda sleeps. The foal with Sycorax, who, with age and eavy, Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her! Approach, my Ariel ; come.

Ari. No, sir.

[tell me. Pro. Thou hast : where was she born! speak; Enter Ariel.

Ari. Sir, in Argier. Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail ! I come Pro.

O, was she so? I must, To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly,

Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

Which thou forget'st. This damo'd witch, Sycorax,
On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
Ariel, and all his quality.

To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Hast thou, spirit,

Thoa know'st, was banish'd , for one thing she did, Perform'a to point the tempest that Í bade thee ! They would not take her life. Is not this true! Ari. To every article:

Ari. Ay, sir.

[child, I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, I flam'd amazement : sometimes, l'a 'divide, As thou report'st thyelf, wast then her servant : And burn in many places ; on the top-mast,

And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly ; To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the precursors Refusing her grand hests, she did contine thee,
O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary

By help of her more potent ministers,
And sight outrunning were not the fire, and cracks And in her most unmitigable rage,
of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptane Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble ; Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain
Yea, his dread trident shake.

A dozen years ; within which space she died,

My brave spirit ! And left thee there ; where thou didst vent thy groans, Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil

As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island Would not infect his reason

(Save for the son that she did litter here, Ari.

Not a soul

A freckled whelp, hag-born), not honour'd with Bat felt a fever of the mad, and play'd

A human sbape. Some tricks of desperation : all, but mariners,


Yes ; Caliban, her son. Plang'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Pro. Dall thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, Whom now I keep in service. Thon best know'st With hair up starting (then like reeds, not hair,)

What torment I did find thee in : thy groans Was the first man that leap'd ; cried, Hell is empty, Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts And all the devils are here.

Of ever-angry bears: it was a torment Pro.

Why, that's my spirit! To lay opon the damn'd, which Sycorax But was not this nigh shore !

Could not again undo; it was mine art, Ari.

Close by, my master. When I arriv'd and heard thee, that made gape Pro. Bat are they, Ariel, safe!

The pine, and let thee out.
Not a hair perish'd ; Ari,

I thank thee, master. On their sustaining garments not a blemish,

Pro. If thon more murmar'st, I will rend an oak, But fresher than before : and, as thou bad'st me, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle : Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. The king's son bave I landed by himself;

Pardon, master : Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,

I will be correspondent to command, In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,

And do my spiriting gently. His arms in this sad knot.


Do so; and after two days Pro,

of the king's ship, I will discharge thee. The marine say, how thou hast dispos'd,


'That's muy noble master! And all the rest o'the feet !

What shall I do? say what: what shall I do!
Safely in harbour

Pro. Go, make thyself like to a nymph o'the son ; Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Be subject to no sight but mine ; invisible


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London, Published by Thomas Teag, Non Cheapside April 1,1812

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