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        THE TEMPEST


        DRAMATIS PERSONAE


ALONSO  King of Naples.

SEBASTIAN       his brother.

PROSPERO        the right Duke of Milan.

ANTONIO his brother, the usurping Duke of Milan.

FERDINAND       son to the King of Naples.

GONZALO an honest old Counsellor.


ADRIAN  |
        |  Lords.
FRANCISCO       |


CALIBAN a savage and deformed Slave.

TRINCULO        a Jester.

STEPHANO        a drunken Butler.

        Master of a Ship. (Master:)

        Boatswain. (Boatswain:)

        Mariners. (Mariners:)

MIRANDA daughter to Prospero.

ARIEL   an airy Spirit.


IRIS    |
        |
CERES   |
        |
JUNO    |  presented by Spirits.
        |
Nymphs  |
        |
Reapers |


        Other Spirits attending on Prospero.


SCENE   A ship at Sea: an island.




        THE TEMPEST


ACT I



SCENE I On a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise
        of thunder and lightning heard.


        [Enter a Master and a Boatswain]

Master  Boatswain!

Boatswain       Here, master: what cheer?

Master  Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely,
        or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.

        [Exit]

        [Enter Mariners]

Boatswain       Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts!
        yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the
        master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind,
        if room enough!

        [Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND,
        GONZALO, and others]

ALONSO  Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master?
        Play the men.

Boatswain       I pray now, keep below.

ANTONIO Where is the master, boatswain?

Boatswain       Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your
        cabins: you do assist the storm.

GONZALO Nay, good, be patient.

Boatswain       When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers
        for the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not.

GONZALO Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

Boatswain       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]

GONZALO 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 advantage. If he be not
        born to be hanged, our case is miserable.

        [Exeunt]

        [Re-enter Boatswain]

Boatswain       Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring
        her to try with main-course.

        [A cry within]

        A plague upon this howling! they are louder than
        the weather or our office.

        [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?

SEBASTIAN       A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous,
        incharitable dog!

Boatswain       Work you then.

ANTONIO Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!
        We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

GONZALO I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were
        no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an
        unstanched wench.

Boatswain       Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off to
        sea again; lay her off.

        [Enter Mariners wet]

Mariners        All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!

Boatswain       What, must our mouths be cold?

GONZALO The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them,
        For our case is as theirs.

SEBASTIAN       I'm out of patience.

ANTONIO We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:
        This wide-chapp'd rascal--would thou mightst lie drowning
        The washing of ten tides!

GONZALO He'll be hang'd yet,
        Though every drop of water swear against it
        And gape at widest to glut him.

        [A confused noise within:   'Mercy on us!'--
        'We split, we split!'--'Farewell, my wife and
        children!'--
        'Farewell, brother!'--'We split, we split, we split!']

ANTONIO Let's all sink with the king.

SEBASTIAN       Let's take leave of him.

        [Exeunt ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN]

GONZALO 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]




        THE TEMPEST


ACT I



SCENE II        The island. Before PROSPERO'S cell.


        [Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA]

MIRANDA 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 ere
        It should the good ship so have swallow'd and
        The fraughting souls within her.

PROSPERO        Be collected:
        No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
        There's no harm done.

MIRANDA O, woe the day!

PROSPERO        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.

MIRANDA More to know
        Did never meddle with my thoughts.

PROSPERO        '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
        The very virtue of compassion in thee,
        I have with such provision in mine art
        So safely ordered that there is no soul--
        No, not so much perdition as an hair
        Betid to any creature in the vessel
        Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;
        For thou must now know farther.

MIRANDA You have often
        Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
        And left me to a bootless inquisition,
        Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'

PROSPERO        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
        Out three years old.

MIRANDA Certainly, sir, I can.

PROSPERO        By what? by any other house or person?
        Of any thing the image tell me that
        Hath kept with thy remembrance.

MIRANDA '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?

PROSPERO        Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But 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.

MIRANDA But that I do not.

PROSPERO        Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
        Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
        A prince of power.

MIRANDA                   Sir, are not you my father?

PROSPERO        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.

MIRANDA O the heavens!
        What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
        Or blessed was't we did?

PROSPERO        Both, both, my girl:
        By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,
        But blessedly holp hither.

MIRANDA O, my heart bleeds
        To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
        Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.

PROSPERO        My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio--
        I 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 uncle--
        Dost thou attend me?

MIRANDA Sir, most heedfully.

PROSPERO        Being once perfected how to grant suits,
        How to deny them, who to advance and who
        To trash for over-topping, new created
        The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,
        Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key
        Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
        To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was
        The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
        And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not.

MIRANDA O, good sir, I do.

PROSPERO                          I pray thee, mark me.
        I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
        To closeness and the bettering of my mind
        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,
        With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing--
        Dost thou hear?

MIRANDA                   Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

PROSPERO        To have no screen between this part he play'd
        And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
        Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library
        Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties
        He thinks me now incapable; confederates--
        So dry he was for sway--wi' the King of Naples
        To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
        Subject his coronet to his crown and bend
        The dukedom yet unbow'd--alas, poor Milan!--
        To most ignoble stooping.

MIRANDA O the heavens!

PROSPERO        Mark his condition and the event; then tell me
        If this might be a brother.

MIRANDA I should sin
        To think but nobly of my grandmother:
        Good wombs have borne bad sons.

PROSPERO        Now the condition.
        The King of Naples, being an enemy
        To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
        Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises
        Of homage and I know not how much tribute,
        Should presently extirpate me and mine
        Out of the dukedom and confer fair Milan
        With all the honours on my brother: whereon,
        A treacherous army levied, one midnight
        Fated to the purpose did Antonio open
        The gates of Milan, and, i' the dead of darkness,
        The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
        Me and thy crying self.

MIRANDA Alack, for pity!
        I, not remembering how I cried out then,
        Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint
        That wrings mine eyes to't.

PROSPERO        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.

MIRANDA Wherefore did they not
        That hour destroy us?

PROSPERO        Well demanded, wench:
        My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
        So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
        A mark so bloody on the business, but
        With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
        In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
        Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
        A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
        Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
        Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
        To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh
        To the winds whose pity, sighing back again,
        Did us but loving wrong.

MIRANDA Alack, what trouble
        Was I then to you!

PROSPERO                          O, a cherubim
        Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile.
        Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
        When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
        Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me
        An undergoing stomach, to bear up
        Against what should ensue.

MIRANDA How came we ashore?

PROSPERO        By Providence divine.
        Some food we had and some fresh water that
        A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
        Out of his charity, being then appointed
        Master of this design, did give us, with
        Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,
        Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
        Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
        From mine own library with volumes that
        I prize above my dukedom.

MIRANDA Would I might
        But ever see that man!

PROSPERO        Now I arise:

        [Resumes his mantle]

        Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
        Here in this island we arrived; and here
        Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
        Than other princesses can that have more time
        For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.

MIRANDA Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,
        For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
        For raising this sea-storm?

PROSPERO        Know thus far forth.
        By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
        Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
        Brought to this shore; and by my prescience
        I find my zenith doth depend upon
        A most auspicious star, whose influence
        If now I court not but omit, my fortunes
        Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions:
        Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
        And give it way: I know thou canst not choose.

        [MIRANDA sleeps]

        Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.
        Approach, my Ariel, come.

        [Enter ARIEL]

ARIEL   All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come
        To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
        To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
        On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task
        Ariel and all his quality.

PROSPERO        Hast thou, spirit,
        Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?

ARIEL   To every article.
        I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
        Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
        I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,
        And burn in many places; on the topmast,
        The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
        Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors
        O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
        And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks
        Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
        Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,
        Yea, his dread trident shake.

PROSPERO        My brave spirit!
        Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
        Would not infect his reason?

ARIEL   Not a soul
        But felt a fever of the mad and play'd
        Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
        Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
        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 empty
        And all the devils are here.'

PROSPERO        Why that's my spirit!
        But was not this nigh shore?

ARIEL   Close by, my master.

PROSPERO        But are they, Ariel, safe?

ARIEL   Not a hair perish'd;
        On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
        But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,
        In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.
        The king's son have I landed by himself;
        Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
        In an odd angle of the isle and sitting,
        His arms in this sad knot.

PROSPERO        Of the king's ship
        The mariners say how thou hast disposed
        And all the rest o' the fleet.

ARIEL   Safely in harbour
        Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
        Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
        From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:
        The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
        Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
        I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet
        Which I dispersed, they all have met again
        And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
        Bound sadly home for Naples,
        Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd
        And his great person perish.

PROSPERO        Ariel, thy charge
        Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work.
        What is the time o' the day?

ARIEL   Past the mid season.

PROSPERO        At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now
        Must by us both be spent most preciously.

ARIEL   Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
        Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
        Which is not yet perform'd me.

PROSPERO        How now? moody?
        What is't thou canst demand?

ARIEL   My liberty.

PROSPERO        Before the time be out? no more!

ARIEL   I prithee,
        Remember I have done thee worthy service;
        Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served
        Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
        To bate me a full year.

PROSPERO        Dost thou forget
        From what a torment I did free thee?

ARIEL   No.

PROSPERO        Thou dost, and think'st 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 baked with frost.

ARIEL   I do not, sir.

PROSPERO        Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
        The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
        Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?

ARIEL   No, sir.

PROSPERO             Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.

ARIEL   Sir, in Argier.

PROSPERO                          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
        To enter human hearing, from Argier,
        Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did
        They would not take her life. Is not this true?

ARIEL   Ay, sir.

PROSPERO        This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child
        And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
        As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant;
        And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
        To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
        Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
        By help of her more potent ministers
        And in her most unmitigable rage,
        Into a cloven pine; within which rift
        Imprison'd thou didst painfully remain
        A dozen years; within which space she died
        And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans
        As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island--
        Save for the son that she did litter here,
        A freckled whelp hag-born--not honour'd with
        A human shape.

ARIEL                     Yes, Caliban her son.

PROSPERO        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.

ARIEL   I thank thee, master.

PROSPERO        If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak
        And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
        Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.

ARIEL   Pardon, master;
        I will be correspondent to command
        And do my spiriting gently.

PROSPERO        Do so, and after two days
        I will discharge thee.

ARIEL   That's my noble master!
        What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?

PROSPERO        Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject
        To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
        To every eyeball else. Go take this shape
        And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence!

        [Exit ARIEL]

        Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!

MIRANDA      The strangeness of your story put
        Heaviness in me.

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

MIRANDA 'Tis a villain, sir,
        I do not love to look on.

PROSPERO        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.

CALIBAN [Within]  There's wood enough within.

PROSPERO        Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:
        Come, thou tortoise! when?

        [Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph]

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

ARIEL                     My lord it shall be done.

        [Exit]

PROSPERO        Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
        Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

        [Enter CALIBAN]

CALIBAN 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!

PROSPERO        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 stinging
        Than bees that made 'em.

CALIBAN I must eat my dinner.
        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
        To name the bigger light, and how the less,
        That burn by day and night: and then I loved 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 subjects 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 o' the island.

PROSPERO        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 honour of my child.

CALIBAN O ho, O ho! would't had been done!
        Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
        This isle with Calibans.

PROSPERO        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,
        Though thou didst learn, had that in't which
        good natures
        Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
        Deservedly confined into this rock,
        Who hadst deserved more than a prison.

CALIBAN 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!

PROSPERO        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
        That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

CALIBAN No, pray thee.

        [Aside]

        I must obey: his art is of such power,
        It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
        and make a vassal of him.

PROSPERO        So, slave; hence!

        [Exit CALIBAN]

        [Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing;
        FERDINAND following]

        ARIEL'S song.

        Come unto these yellow sands,
        And then take hands:
        Courtsied when you have and kiss'd
        The wild waves whist,
        Foot it featly here and there;
        And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
        Hark, hark!

        [Burthen [dispersedly, within]  Bow-wow]

        The watch-dogs bark!

        [Burthen Bow-wow]

        Hark, hark! I hear
        The strain of strutting chanticleer
        Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.

FERDINAND       Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth?
        It sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon
        Some god o' the island. Sitting on a bank,
        Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
        This music 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

        [Burthen Ding-dong]

        Hark! now I hear them,--Ding-dong, bell.

FERDINAND       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.

PROSPERO        The fringed curtains of thine eye advance
        And say what thou seest yond.

MIRANDA What is't? a spirit?
        Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
        It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.

PROSPERO        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 mightst call him
        A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows
        And strays about to find 'em.

MIRANDA I might call him
        A thing divine, for nothing natural
        I ever saw so noble.

PROSPERO        [Aside] It goes on, I see,
        As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee
        Within two days for this.

FERDINAND       Most sure, the goddess
        On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer
        May know if you remain upon this island;
        And that you will some good instruction give
        How I may bear me here: my prime request,
        Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
        If you be maid or no?

MIRANDA No wonder, sir;
        But certainly a maid.

FERDINAND       My language! heavens!
        I am the best of them that speak this speech,
        Were I but where 'tis spoken.

PROSPERO        How? the best?
        What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?

FERDINAND       A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
        To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;
        And that he does I weep: myself am Naples,
        Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
        The king my father wreck'd.

MIRANDA Alack, for mercy!

FERDINAND       Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan
        And his brave son being twain.

PROSPERO        [Aside] The Duke of Milan
        And his more braver daughter could control thee,
        If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight
        They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel,
        I'll set thee free for this.

        [To FERDINAND]

                        A word, good sir;
        I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.

MIRANDA Why speaks my father so ungently? This
        Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first
        That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father
        To be inclined my way!

FERDINAND       O, if a virgin,
        And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
        The queen of Naples.

PROSPERO        Soft, sir! one word more.

        [Aside]

        They are both in either's powers; but this swift business
        I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
        Make the prize light.

        [To FERDINAND]

                One word more; I charge thee
        That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
        The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
        Upon this island as a spy, to win it
        From me, the lord on't.

FERDINAND       No, as I am a man.

MIRANDA 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.

PROSPERO        Follow me.
        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.

FERDINAND       No;
        I will resist such entertainment till
        Mine enemy has more power.

        [Draws, and is charmed from moving]

MIRANDA O dear father,
        Make not too rash a trial of him, for
        He's gentle and not fearful.

PROSPERO        What? I say,
        My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;
        Who makest a show but darest 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.

MIRANDA Beseech you, father.

PROSPERO        Hence! hang not on my garments.

MIRANDA Sir, have pity;
        I'll be his surety.

PROSPERO        Silence! one word more
        Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
        An advocate for an imposter! hush!
        Thou think'st there is 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.

MIRANDA My affections
        Are then most humble; I have no ambition
        To see a goodlier man.

PROSPERO        Come on; obey:
        Thy nerves are in their infancy again
        And have no vigour in them.

FERDINAND       So they are;
        My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
        My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
        The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats,
        To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
        Might 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.

PROSPERO        [Aside]                It works.

        [To FERDINAND]

                                  Come on.
        Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!

        [To FERDINAND]

                                  Follow me.

        [To ARIEL]

        Hark what thou else shalt do me.

MIRANDA Be of comfort;
        My father's of a better nature, sir,
        Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted
        Which now came from him.

PROSPERO        Thou shalt be free
        As mountain winds: but then exactly do
        All points of my command.

ARIEL   To the syllable.

PROSPERO        Come, follow. Speak not for him.

        [Exeunt]




        THE TEMPEST


ACT II



SCENE I Another part of the island.


        [Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO,
        ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others]

GONZALO Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause,
        So have we all, of joy; for our escape
        Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe
        Is common; every day some sailor's wife,
        The masters of some merchant and the merchant
        Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle,
        I mean our preservation, few in millions
        Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
        Our sorrow with our comfort.

ALONSO  Prithee, peace.

SEBASTIAN       He receives comfort like cold porridge.

ANTONIO The visitor will not give him o'er so.

SEBASTIAN       Look he's winding up the watch of his wit;
        by and by it will strike.

GONZALO Sir,--

SEBASTIAN       One: tell.

GONZALO When every grief is entertain'd that's offer'd,
        Comes to the entertainer--

SEBASTIAN       A dollar.

GONZALO Dolour comes to him, indeed: you
        have spoken truer than you purposed.

SEBASTIAN       You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.

GONZALO Therefore, my lord,--

ANTONIO Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!

ALONSO  I prithee, spare.

GONZALO Well, I have done: but yet,--

SEBASTIAN       He will be talking.

ANTONIO Which, of he or Adrian, for a good
        wager, first begins to crow?

SEBASTIAN       The old cock.

ANTONIO The cockerel.

SEBASTIAN       Done. The wager?

ANTONIO A laughter.

SEBASTIAN       A match!

ADRIAN  Though this island seem to be desert,--

SEBASTIAN       Ha, ha, ha! So, you're paid.

ADRIAN  Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible,--

SEBASTIAN       Yet,--

ADRIAN  Yet,--

ANTONIO He could not miss't.

ADRIAN  It must needs be of subtle, tender and delicate
        temperance.

ANTONIO Temperance was a delicate wench.

SEBASTIAN       Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.

ADRIAN  The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.

SEBASTIAN       As if it had lungs and rotten ones.

ANTONIO Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

GONZALO Here is everything advantageous to life.

ANTONIO True; save means to live.

SEBASTIAN       Of that there's none, or little.

GONZALO How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!

ANTONIO The ground indeed is tawny.

SEBASTIAN       With an eye of green in't.

ANTONIO He misses not much.

SEBASTIAN       No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.

GONZALO But the rarity of it is,--which is indeed almost
        beyond credit,--

SEBASTIAN       As many vouched rarities are.

GONZALO That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in
        the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and
        glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with
        salt water.

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

SEBASTIAN       Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report

GONZALO Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we
        put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of
        the king's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.

SEBASTIAN       'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.

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

GONZALO Not since widow Dido's time.

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

SEBASTIAN       What if he had said 'widower AEneas' too? Good Lord,
        how you take it!

ADRIAN  'Widow Dido' said you? you make me study of that:
        she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.

GONZALO This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.

ADRIAN  Carthage?

GONZALO I assure you, Carthage.

SEBASTIAN       His word is more than the miraculous harp; he hath
        raised the wall and houses too.

ANTONIO What impossible matter will he make easy next?

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

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

GONZALO Ay.

ANTONIO Why, in good time.

GONZALO 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.

ANTONIO And the rarest that e'er came there.

SEBASTIAN       Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.

ANTONIO O, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido.

GONZALO Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I
        wore it? I mean, in a sort.

ANTONIO That sort was well fished for.

GONZALO When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?

ALONSO  You cram these words into mine ears 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 removed
        I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
        Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
        Hath made his meal on thee?

FRANCISCO       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
        The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head
        'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
        Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke
        To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd,
        As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt
        He came alive to land.

ALONSO  No, no, he's gone.

SEBASTIAN       Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss,
        That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,
        But rather lose her to an African;
        Where she at least is banish'd from your eye,
        Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.

ALONSO  Prithee, peace.

SEBASTIAN       You were kneel'd to and importuned otherwise
        By all of us, and the fair soul herself
        Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at
        Which end o' the beam should bow. We have lost your
        son,
        I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
        More widows in them of this business' making
        Than we bring men to comfort them:
        The fault's your own.

ALONSO  So is the dear'st o' the loss.

GONZALO My lord Sebastian,
        The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness
        And time to speak it in: you rub the sore,
        When you should bring the plaster.

SEBASTIAN       Very well.

ANTONIO And most chirurgeonly.

GONZALO It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
        When you are cloudy.

SEBASTIAN       Foul weather?

ANTONIO Very foul.

GONZALO Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,--

ANTONIO He'ld sow't with nettle-seed.

SEBASTIAN       Or docks, or mallows.

GONZALO And were the king on't, what would I do?

SEBASTIAN       'Scape being drunk for want of wine.

GONZALO I' the commonwealth I would by contraries
        Execute all things; for no kind of traffic
        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;--

SEBASTIAN                         Yet he would be king on't.

ANTONIO The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the
        beginning.

GONZALO 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 foison, all abundance,
        To feed my innocent people.

SEBASTIAN       No marrying 'mong his subjects?

ANTONIO None, man; all idle: whores and knaves.

GONZALO I would with such perfection govern, sir,
        To excel the golden age.

SEBASTIAN       God save his majesty!

ANTONIO Long live Gonzalo!

GONZALO                   And,--do you mark me, sir?

ALONSO  Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.

GONZALO 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.

ANTONIO 'Twas you we laughed at.

GONZALO Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing
        to you: so you may continue and laugh at
        nothing still.

ANTONIO What a blow was there given!

SEBASTIAN       An it had not fallen flat-long.

GONZALO You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would lift
        the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue
        in it five weeks without changing.

        [Enter ARIEL, invisible, playing solemn music]

SEBASTIAN       We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.

ANTONIO Nay, good my lord, be not angry.

GONZALO No, I warrant you; I will not adventure
        my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh
        me asleep, for I am very heavy?

ANTONIO Go sleep, and hear us.

        [All sleep except ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, and ANTONIO]

ALONSO  What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
        Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find
        They are inclined to do so.

SEBASTIAN       Please you, sir,
        Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
        It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
        It is a comforter.

ANTONIO                   We two, my lord,
        Will guard your person while you take your rest,
        And watch your safety.

ALONSO  Thank you. Wondrous heavy.

        [ALONSO sleeps. Exit ARIEL]

SEBASTIAN       What a strange drowsiness possesses them!

ANTONIO It is the quality o' the climate.

SEBASTIAN       Why
        Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not
        Myself disposed to sleep.

ANTONIO Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
        They fell together all, as by consent;
        They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
        Worthy Sebastian? O, what might?--No more:--
        And yet me thinks I see it in thy face,
        What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee, and
        My strong imagination sees a crown
        Dropping upon thy head.

SEBASTIAN       What, art thou waking?

ANTONIO Do you not hear me speak?

SEBASTIAN       I do; and surely
        It is a sleepy language and thou speak'st
        Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say?
        This is a strange repose, to be asleep
        With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
        And yet so fast asleep.

ANTONIO Noble Sebastian,
        Thou let'st thy fortune sleep--die, rather; wink'st
        Whiles thou art waking.

SEBASTIAN       Thou dost snore distinctly;
        There's meaning in thy snores.

ANTONIO I am more serious than my custom: you
        Must be so too, if heed me; which to do
        Trebles thee o'er.

SEBASTIAN                         Well, I am standing water.

ANTONIO I'll teach you how to flow.

SEBASTIAN       Do so: to ebb
        Hereditary sloth instructs me.

ANTONIO O,
        If you but knew how you the purpose cherish
        Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
        You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
        Most often do so near the bottom run
        By their own fear or sloth.

SEBASTIAN       Prithee, say on:
        The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim
        A matter from thee, and a birth indeed
        Which throes thee much to yield.

ANTONIO Thus, sir:
        Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,
        Who shall be of as little memory
        When he is earth'd, hath here almost persuade,--
        For he's a spirit of persuasion, only
        Professes to persuade,--the king his son's alive,
        'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd
        And he that sleeps here swims.

SEBASTIAN       I have no hope
        That he's undrown'd.

ANTONIO O, out of that 'no hope'
        What great hope have you! no hope that way is
        Another way so high a hope that even
        Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
        But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with me
        That Ferdinand is drown'd?

SEBASTIAN       He's gone.

ANTONIO Then, tell me,
        Who's the next heir of Naples?

SEBASTIAN       Claribel.

ANTONIO 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
        Be rough and razorable; she that--from whom?
        We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again,
        And by that destiny to perform an act
        Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come
        In yours and my discharge.

SEBASTIAN       What stuff is this! how say you?
        'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis;
        So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
        There is some space.

ANTONIO A space whose every cubit
        Seems to cry out, 'How shall that Claribel
        Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,
        And let Sebastian wake.' Say, this were death
        That now hath seized them; why, they were no worse
        Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples
        As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate
        As amply and unnecessarily
        As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
        A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
        The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
        For your advancement! Do you understand me?

SEBASTIAN       Methinks I do.

ANTONIO                   And how does your content
        Tender your own good fortune?

SEBASTIAN       I remember
        You did supplant your brother Prospero.

ANTONIO True:
        And look how well my garments sit upon me;
        Much feater than before: my brother's servants
        Were then my fellows; now they are my men.

SEBASTIAN       But, for your conscience?

ANTONIO Ay, sir; where lies that? if 'twere a kibe,
        'Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not
        This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,
        That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they
        And melt ere they molest! Here lies your brother,
        No better than the earth he lies upon,
        If he were that which now he's like, that's dead;
        Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it,
        Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus,
        To the perpetual wink for aye might put
        This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
        Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
        They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;
        They'll tell the clock to any business that
        We say befits the hour.

SEBASTIAN       Thy case, dear friend,
        Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,
        I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
        Shall free thee from the tribute which thou payest;
        And I the king shall love thee.

ANTONIO Draw together;
        And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
        To fall it on Gonzalo.

SEBASTIAN       O, but one word.

        [They talk apart]

        [Re-enter ARIEL, invisible]

ARIEL   My master through his art foresees the danger
        That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth--
        For else his project dies--to keep them living.

        [Sings in GONZALO's ear]

        While you here do snoring lie,
        Open-eyed conspiracy
        His time doth take.
        If of life you keep a care,
        Shake off slumber, and beware:
        Awake, awake!

ANTONIO Then let us both be sudden.

GONZALO Now, good angels
        Preserve the king.

        [They wake]

ALONSO  Why, how now? ho, awake! Why are you drawn?
        Wherefore this ghastly looking?

GONZALO What's the matter?

SEBASTIAN       Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
        Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
        Like bulls, or rather lions: did't not wake you?
        It struck mine ear most terribly.

ALONSO  I heard nothing.

ANTONIO O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear,
        To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roar
        Of a whole herd of lions.

ALONSO  Heard you this, Gonzalo?

GONZALO Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming,
        And that a strange one too, which did awake me:
        I shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes open'd,
        I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise,
        That's verily. 'Tis best we stand upon our guard,
        Or that we quit this place; let's draw our weapons.

ALONSO  Lead off this ground; and let's make further search
        For my poor son.

GONZALO Heavens keep him from these beasts!
        For he is, sure, i' the island.

ALONSO  Lead away.

ARIEL   Prospero my lord shall know what I have done:
        So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.

        [Exeunt]




        THE TEMPEST


ACT II



SCENE II        Another part of the island.


        [Enter CALIBAN with a burden of wood. A noise of
        thunder heard]

CALIBAN All the infections that the sun sucks up
        From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him
        By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me
        And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
        Fright me with urchin--shows, pitch me i' the mire,
        Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
        Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
        For every trifle are they set upon me;
        Sometime like apes that mow and chatter at me
        And after bite me, then like hedgehogs which
        Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount
        Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I
        All wound with adders who with cloven tongues
        Do hiss me into madness.

        [Enter TRINCULO]

                    Lo, now, lo!

        Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
        For bringing wood in slowly. I'll fall flat;
        Perchance he will not mind me.

TRINCULO        Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off
        any weather at all, and another storm brewing;
        I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same black
        cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul
        bombard that would shed his liquor. If it
        should thunder as it did before, I know not
        where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot
        choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we
        here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish:
        he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-
        like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor-
        John. A strange fish! Were I in England now,
        as once I was, and had but this fish painted,
        not a holiday fool there but would give a piece
        of silver: there would this monster make a
        man; any strange beast there makes a man:
        when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame
        beggar, they will lazy out ten to see a dead
        Indian. Legged like a man and his fins like
        arms! Warm o' my troth! I do now let loose
        my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish,
        but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a
        thunderbolt.

        [Thunder]

        Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to
        creep under his gaberdine; there is no other
        shelter hereabouts: misery acquaints a man with
        strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the
        dregs of the storm be past.

        [Enter STEPHANO, singing: a bottle in his hand]

STEPHANO           I shall no more to sea, to sea,
        Here shall I die ashore--

        This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's
        funeral: well, here's my comfort. [Drinks]

        [Sings]

        The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,
        The gunner and his mate
        Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery,
        But none of us cared for Kate;
        For she had a tongue with a tang,
        Would cry to a sailor, Go hang!
        She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
        Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch:
        Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!

        This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort.
        [Drinks]

CALIBAN Do not torment me: Oh!

STEPHANO        What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put
        tricks upon's with savages and men of Ind, ha? I
        have not scaped drowning to be afeard now of your
        four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as
        ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground;
        and it shall be said so again while Stephano
        breathes at's nostrils.

CALIBAN The spirit torments me; Oh!

STEPHANO        This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who
        hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil
        should he learn our language? I will give him some
        relief, if it be but for that. if I can recover him
        and keep him tame and get to Naples with him, he's a
        present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's leather.

CALIBAN Do not torment me, prithee; I'll bring my wood home faster.

STEPHANO        He's in his fit now and does not talk after the
        wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have
        never drunk wine afore will go near to remove his
        fit. If I can recover him and keep him tame, I will
        not take too much for him; he shall pay for him that
        hath him, and that soundly.

CALIBAN Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I
        know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.

STEPHANO        Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that
        which will give language to you, cat: open your
        mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you,
        and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend:
        open your chaps again.

TRINCULO        I should know that voice: it should be--but he is
        drowned; and these are devils: O defend me!

STEPHANO        Four legs and two voices: a most delicate monster!
        His forward voice now is to speak well of his
        friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches
        and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will
        recover him, I will help his ague. Come. Amen! I
        will pour some in thy other mouth.

TRINCULO        Stephano!

STEPHANO        Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is
        a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no
        long spoon.

TRINCULO        Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me and
        speak to me: for I am Trinculo--be not afeard--thy
        good friend Trinculo.

STEPHANO        If thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I'll pull thee
        by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs,
        these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How
        camest thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can
        he vent Trinculos?

TRINCULO        I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But
        art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art
        not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me
        under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of
        the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O
        Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped!

STEPHANO        Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.

CALIBAN [Aside]  These be fine things, an if they be
        not sprites.
        That's a brave god and bears celestial liquor.
        I will kneel to him.

STEPHANO        How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither?
        swear by this bottle how thou camest hither. I
        escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors
        heaved o'erboard, by this bottle; which I made of
        the bark of a tree with mine own hands since I was
        cast ashore.

CALIBAN I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject;
        for the liquor is not earthly.

STEPHANO        Here; swear then how thou escapedst.

TRINCULO        Swum ashore. man, like a duck: I can swim like a
        duck, I'll be sworn.

STEPHANO        Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a
        duck, thou art made like a goose.

TRINCULO        O Stephano. hast any more of this?

STEPHANO        The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the
        sea-side where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf!
        how does thine ague?

CALIBAN Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?

STEPHANO        Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i'
        the moon when time was.

CALIBAN I have seen thee in her and I do adore thee:
        My mistress show'd me thee and thy dog and thy bush.

STEPHANO        Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish
        it anon with new contents swear.

TRINCULO        By this good light, this is a very shallow monster!
        I afeard of him! A very weak monster! The man i'
        the moon! A most poor credulous monster! Well
        drawn, monster, in good sooth!

CALIBAN I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island;
        And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.

TRINCULO        By this light, a most perfidious and drunken
        monster! when 's god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.

CALIBAN I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject.

STEPHANO        Come on then; down, and swear.

TRINCULO        I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed
        monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in my
        heart to beat him,--

STEPHANO        Come, kiss.

TRINCULO        But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster!

CALIBAN I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;
        I'll fish for thee and get thee wood enough.
        A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
        I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
        Thou wondrous man.

TRINCULO        A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a
        Poor drunkard!

CALIBAN I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
        And I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts;
        Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how
        To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee
        To clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get thee
        Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?

STEPHANO        I prithee now, lead the way without any more
        talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company
        else being drowned, we will inherit here: here;
        bear my bottle: fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by
        and by again.

CALIBAN [Sings drunkenly]
        Farewell master; farewell, farewell!

TRINCULO        A howling monster: a drunken monster!

CALIBAN    No more dams I'll make for fish
        Nor fetch in firing
        At requiring;
        Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish
        'Ban, 'Ban, Cacaliban
        Has a new master: get a new man.

        Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom,
        hey-day, freedom!

STEPHANO        O brave monster! Lead the way.

        [Exeunt]




        THE TEMPEST


ACT III



SCENE I Before PROSPERO'S Cell.


        [Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log]

FERDINAND       There be some sports are painful, and their labour
        Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
        Are nobly undergone and most poor matters
        Point to rich ends. This my mean task
        Would be as heavy to me as odious, but
        The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead
        And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is
        Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed,
        And he's composed of harshness. I must remove
        Some thousands of these logs and pile them up,
        Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress
        Weeps when she sees me work, and says, such baseness
        Had never like executor. I forget:
        But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours,
        Most busy lest, when I do it.

        [Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance, unseen]

MIRANDA Alas, now, pray you,
        Work not so hard: I would the lightning had
        Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile!
        Pray, set it down and rest you: when this burns,
        'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
        Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;
        He's safe for these three hours.

FERDINAND       O most dear mistress,
        The sun will set before I shall discharge
        What I must strive to do.

MIRANDA If you'll sit down,
        I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;
        I'll carry it to the pile.

FERDINAND       No, precious creature;
        I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
        Than you should such dishonour undergo,
        While I sit lazy by.

MIRANDA It would become me
        As well as it does you: and I should do it
        With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
        And yours it is against.

PROSPERO        Poor worm, thou art infected!
        This visitation shows it.

MIRANDA You look wearily.

FERDINAND       No, noble mistress;'tis fresh morning with me
        When you are by at night. I do beseech you--
        Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers--
        What is your name?

MIRANDA                   Miranda.--O my father,
        I have broke your hest to say so!

FERDINAND       Admired Miranda!
        Indeed the top of admiration! worth
        What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
        I have eyed with best regard and many a time
        The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
        Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
        Have I liked several women; never any
        With so fun soul, but some defect in her
        Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed
        And put it to the foil: but you, O you,
        So perfect and so peerless, are created
        Of every creature's best!

MIRANDA I do not know
        One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
        Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
        More that I may call men than you, good friend,
        And my dear father: how features are abroad,
        I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,
        The jewel in my dower, I would not wish
        Any companion in the world but you,
        Nor can imagination form a shape,
        Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle
        Something too wildly and my father's precepts
        I therein do forget.

FERDINAND       I am in my condition
        A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
        I would, not so!--and would no more endure
        This wooden slavery than to suffer
        The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak:
        The very instant that I saw you, did
        My heart fly to your service; there resides,
        To make me slave to it; and for your sake
        Am I this patient log--man.

MIRANDA Do you love me?

FERDINAND       O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound
        And crown what I profess with kind event
        If I speak true! if hollowly, invert
        What best is boded me to mischief! I
        Beyond all limit of what else i' the world
        Do love, prize, honour you.

MIRANDA I am a fool
        To weep at what I am glad of.

PROSPERO        Fair encounter
        Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
        On that which breeds between 'em!

FERDINAND       Wherefore weep you?

MIRANDA At mine unworthiness that dare not offer
        What I desire to give, and much less take
        What I shall die to want. But this is trifling;
        And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
        The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!
        And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
        I am your wife, it you will marry me;
        If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow
        You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,
        Whether you will or no.

FERDINAND       My mistress, dearest;
        And I thus humble ever.

MIRANDA My husband, then?

FERDINAND       Ay, with a heart as willing
        As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.

MIRANDA And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewell
        Till half an hour hence.

FERDINAND       A thousand thousand!

        [Exeunt FERDINAND and MIRANDA severally]

PROSPERO        So glad of this as they I cannot be,
        Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing
        At nothing can be more. I'll to my book,
        For yet ere supper-time must I perform
        Much business appertaining.

        [Exit]




        THE TEMPEST


ACT III



SCENE II        Another part of the island.


        [Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO]

STEPHANO        Tell not me; when the butt is out, we will drink
        water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and
        board 'em. Servant-monster, drink to me.

TRINCULO        Servant-monster! the folly of this island! They
        say there's but five upon this isle: we are three
        of them; if th' other two be brained like us, the
        state totters.

STEPHANO        Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes
        are almost set in thy head.

TRINCULO        Where should they be set else? he were a brave
        monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.

STEPHANO        My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in sack:
        for my part, the sea cannot drown me; I swam, ere I
        could recover the shore, five and thirty leagues off
        and on. By this light, thou shalt be my lieutenant,
        monster, or my standard.

TRINCULO        Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.

STEPHANO        We'll not run, Monsieur Monster.

TRINCULO        Nor go neither; but you'll lie like dogs and yet say
        nothing neither.

STEPHANO        Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a
        good moon-calf.

CALIBAN How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe.
        I'll not serve him; he's not valiant.

TRINCULO        Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case to
        justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish thou,
        was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much
        sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie,
        being but half a fish and half a monster?

CALIBAN Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?

TRINCULO        'Lord' quoth he! That a monster should be such a natural!

CALIBAN Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I prithee.

STEPHANO        Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head: if you
        prove a mutineer,--the next tree! The poor monster's
        my subject and he shall not suffer indignity.

CALIBAN I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased to
        hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?

STEPHANO        Marry, will I   kneel and repeat it; I will stand,
        and so shall Trinculo.

        [Enter ARIEL, invisible]

CALIBAN As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a
        sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.

ARIEL   Thou liest.

CALIBAN Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou: I would my
        valiant master would destroy thee! I do not lie.

STEPHANO        Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, by
        this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.

TRINCULO        Why, I said nothing.

STEPHANO        Mum, then, and no more. Proceed.

CALIBAN I say, by sorcery he got this isle;
        From me he got it. if thy greatness will
        Revenge it on him,--for I know thou darest,
        But this thing dare not,--

STEPHANO        That's most certain.

CALIBAN Thou shalt be lord of it and I'll serve thee.

STEPHANO        How now shall this be compassed?
        Canst thou bring me to the party?

CALIBAN Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep,
        Where thou mayst knock a nail into his bead.

ARIEL   Thou liest; thou canst not.

CALIBAN What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy patch!
        I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows
        And take his bottle from him: when that's gone
        He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show him
        Where the quick freshes are.

STEPHANO        Trinculo, run into no further danger:
        interrupt the monster one word further, and,
        by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out o' doors
        and make a stock-fish of thee.

TRINCULO        Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll go farther
        off.

STEPHANO        Didst thou not say he lied?

ARIEL   Thou liest.

STEPHANO        Do I so? take thou that.

        [Beats TRINCULO]

        As you like this, give me the lie another time.

TRINCULO        I did not give the lie. Out o' your
        wits and bearing too? A pox o' your bottle!
        this can sack and drinking do. A murrain on
        your monster, and the devil take your fingers!

CALIBAN Ha, ha, ha!

STEPHANO        Now, forward with your tale. Prithee, stand farther
        off.

CALIBAN Beat him enough: after a little time
        I'll beat him too.

STEPHANO                          Stand farther. Come, proceed.

CALIBAN Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him,
        I' th' afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him,
        Having first seized his books, or with a log
        Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
        Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember
        First to possess his books; for without them
        He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not
        One spirit to command: they all do hate him
        As rootedly as I. Burn but his books.
        He has brave utensils,--for so he calls them--
        Which when he has a house, he'll deck withal
        And that most deeply to consider is
        The beauty of his daughter; he himself
        Calls her a nonpareil: I never saw a woman,
        But only Sycorax my dam and she;
        But she as far surpasseth Sycorax
        As great'st does least.

STEPHANO        Is it so brave a lass?

CALIBAN Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant.
        And bring thee forth brave brood.

STEPHANO        Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I
        will be king and queen--save our graces!--and
        Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys. Dost thou
        like the plot, Trinculo?

TRINCULO        Excellent.

STEPHANO        Give me thy hand: I am sorry I beat thee; but,
        while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.

CALIBAN Within this half hour will he be asleep:
        Wilt thou destroy him then?

STEPHANO        Ay, on mine honour.

ARIEL   This will I tell my master.

CALIBAN Thou makest me merry; I am full of pleasure:
        Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch
        You taught me but while-ere?

STEPHANO        At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any
        reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.

        [Sings]

        Flout 'em and scout 'em
        And scout 'em and flout 'em
        Thought is free.

CALIBAN That's not the tune.

        [Ariel plays the tune on a tabour and pipe]

STEPHANO        What is this same?

TRINCULO        This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture
        of Nobody.

STEPHANO        If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness:
        if thou beest a devil, take't as thou list.

TRINCULO        O, forgive me my sins!

STEPHANO        He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee. Mercy upon us!

CALIBAN Art thou afeard?

STEPHANO        No, monster, not I.

CALIBAN Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
        Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
        Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
        Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
        That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
        Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
        The clouds methought would open and show riches
        Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
        I cried to dream again.

STEPHANO        This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall
        have my music for nothing.

CALIBAN When Prospero is destroyed.

STEPHANO        That shall be by and by: I remember the story.

TRINCULO        The sound is going away; let's follow it, and
        after do our work.

STEPHANO        Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would I could see
        this tabourer; he lays it on.

TRINCULO        Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.

        [Exeunt]




        THE TEMPEST


ACT III



SCENE III       Another part of the island.


        [Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO,
        ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others]

GONZALO By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir;
        My old bones ache: here's a maze trod indeed
        Through forth-rights and meanders! By your patience,
        I needs must rest me.

ALONSO  Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
        Who am myself attach'd with weariness,
        To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.
        Even here I will put off my hope and keep it
        No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd
        Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks
        Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go.

ANTONIO [Aside to SEBASTIAN]  I am right glad that he's so
        out of hope.
        Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
        That you resolved to effect.

SEBASTIAN       [Aside to ANTONIO]  The next advantage
        Will we take throughly.

ANTONIO [Aside to SEBASTIAN]  Let it be to-night;
        For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they
        Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance
        As when they are fresh.

SEBASTIAN       [Aside to ANTONIO]  I say, to-night: no more.

        [Solemn and strange music]

ALONSO  What harmony is this? My good friends, hark!

GONZALO Marvellous sweet music!

        [Enter PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter several
        strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet;
        they dance about it with gentle actions of
        salutation; and, inviting the King, &c. to
        eat, they depart]

ALONSO  Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these?

SEBASTIAN       A living drollery. Now I will believe
        That there are unicorns, that in Arabia
        There is one tree, the phoenix' throne, one phoenix
        At this hour reigning there.

ANTONIO I'll believe both;
        And what does else want credit, come to me,
        And I'll be sworn 'tis true: travellers ne'er did
        lie,
        Though fools at home condemn 'em.

GONZALO If in Naples
        I should report this now, would they believe me?
        If I should say, I saw such islanders--
        For, certes, these are people of the island--
        Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note,
        Their manners are more gentle-kind than of
        Our human generation you shall find
        Many, nay, almost any.

PROSPERO        [Aside]              Honest lord,
        Thou hast said well; for some of you there present
        Are worse than devils.

ALONSO  I cannot too much muse
        Such shapes, such gesture and such sound, expressing,
        Although they want the use of tongue, a kind
        Of excellent dumb discourse.

PROSPERO        [Aside] Praise in departing.

FRANCISCO       They vanish'd strangely.

SEBASTIAN       No matter, since
        They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.
        Will't please you taste of what is here?

ALONSO  Not I.

GONZALO Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys,
        Who would believe that there were mountaineers
        Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em
        Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men
        Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find
        Each putter-out of five for one will bring us
        Good warrant of.

ALONSO                    I will stand to and feed,
        Although my last: no matter, since I feel
        The best is past. Brother, my lord the duke,
        Stand to and do as we.

        [Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL, like a
        harpy; claps his wings upon the table; and,
        with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes]

ARIEL   You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,
        That hath to instrument this lower world
        And what is in't, the never-surfeited sea
        Hath caused to belch up you; and on this island
        Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men
        Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;
        And even with such-like valour men hang and drown
        Their proper selves.

        [ALONSO, SEBASTIAN &c. draw their swords]

                You fools! I and my fellows
        Are ministers of Fate: the elements,
        Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
        Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs
        Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
        One dowle that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers
        Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
        Your swords are now too massy for your strengths
        And will not be uplifted. But remember--
        For that's my business to you--that you three
        From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
        Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it,
        Him and his innocent child: for which foul deed
        The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
        Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
        Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,
        They have bereft; and do pronounce by me:
        Lingering perdition, worse than any death
        Can be at once, shall step by step attend
        You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from--
        Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
        Upon your heads--is nothing but heart-sorrow
        And a clear life ensuing.

        [He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft music
        enter the Shapes again, and dance, with
        mocks and mows, and carrying out the table]

PROSPERO        Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
        Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:
        Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated
        In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life
        And observation strange, my meaner ministers
        Their several kinds have done. My high charms work
        And these mine enemies are all knit up
        In their distractions; they now are in my power;
        And in these fits I leave them, while I visit
        Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd,
        And his and mine loved darling.

        [Exit above]

GONZALO I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you
        In this strange stare?

ALONSO  O, it is monstrous, monstrous:
        Methought the billows spoke and told me of it;
        The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder,
        That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced
        The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass.
        Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded, and
        I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded
        And with him there lie mudded.
        [Exit]

SEBASTIAN       But one fiend at a time,
        I'll fight their legions o'er.

ANTONIO I'll be thy second.

        [Exeunt SEBASTIAN, and ANTONIO]

GONZALO All three of them are desperate: their great guilt,
        Like poison given to work a great time after,
        Now 'gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech you
        That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly
        And hinder them from what this ecstasy
        May now provoke them to.

ADRIAN  Follow, I pray you.

        [Exeunt]




        THE TEMPEST


ACT IV



SCENE I Before PROSPERO'S cell.


        [Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA]

PROSPERO        If I have too austerely punish'd you,
        Your compensation makes amends, for I
        Have given you here a third of mine own life,
        Or that for which I live; who once again
        I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations
        Were but my trials of thy love and thou
        Hast strangely stood the test here, afore Heaven,
        I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,
        Do not smile at me that I boast her off,
        For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise
        And make it halt behind her.

FERDINAND       I do believe it
        Against an oracle.

PROSPERO        Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition
        Worthily purchased take my daughter: but
        If thou dost break her virgin-knot before
        All sanctimonious ceremonies may
        With full and holy rite be minister'd,
        No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
        To make this contract grow: but barren hate,
        Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew
        The union of your bed with weeds so loathly
        That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,
        As Hymen's lamps shall light you.

FERDINAND       As I hope
        For quiet days, fair issue and long life,
        With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den,
        The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion.
        Our worser genius can, shall never melt
        Mine honour into lust, to take away
        The edge of that day's celebration
        When I shall think: or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd,
        Or Night kept chain'd below.

PROSPERO        Fairly spoke.
        Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own.
        What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel!

        [Enter ARIEL]

ARIEL   What would my potent master? here I am.

PROSPERO        Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service
        Did worthily perform; and I must use you
        In such another trick. Go bring the rabble,
        O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place:
        Incite them to quick motion; for I must
        Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
        Some vanity of mine art: it is my promise,
        And they expect it from me.

ARIEL   Presently?

PROSPERO        Ay, with a twink.

ARIEL      Before you can say 'come' and 'go,'
        And breathe twice and cry 'so, so,'
        Each one, tripping on his toe,
        Will be here with mop and mow.
        Do you love me, master? no?

PROSPERO        Dearly my delicate Ariel. Do not approach
        Till thou dost hear me call.

ARIEL   Well, I conceive.

        [Exit]

PROSPERO        Look thou be true; do not give dalliance
        Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw
        To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious,
        Or else, good night your vow!

FERDINAND       I warrant you sir;
        The white cold virgin snow upon my heart
        Abates the ardour of my liver.

PROSPERO        Well.
        Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary,
        Rather than want a spirit: appear and pertly!
        No tongue! all eyes! be silent.

        [Soft music]

        [Enter IRIS]

IRIS    Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
        Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease;
        Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
        And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep;
        Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,
        Which spongy April at thy hest betrims,
        To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom -groves,
        Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
        Being lass-lorn: thy pole-clipt vineyard;
        And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,
        Where thou thyself dost air;--the queen o' the sky,
        Whose watery arch and messenger am I,
        Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace,
        Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
        To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain:
        Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

        [Enter CERES]

CERES   Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er
        Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;
        Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowers
        Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers,
        And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
        My bosky acres and my unshrubb'd down,
        Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen
        Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green?

IRIS    A contract of true love to celebrate;
        And some donation freely to estate
        On the blest lovers.

CERES   Tell me, heavenly bow,
        If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,
        Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot
        The means that dusky Dis my daughter got,
        Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company
        I have forsworn.

IRIS                      Of her society
        Be not afraid: I met her deity
        Cutting the clouds towards Paphos and her son
        Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done
        Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
        Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid
        Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but vain;
        Mars's hot minion is returned again;
        Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
        Swears he will shoot no more but play with sparrows
        And be a boy right out.

CERES   High'st queen of state,
        Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait.

        [Enter JUNO]

JUNO    How does my bounteous sister? Go with me
        To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be
        And honour'd in their issue.

        [They sing:]

JUNO       Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,
        Long continuance, and increasing,
        Hourly joys be still upon you!
        Juno sings her blessings upon you.

CERES      Earth's increase, foison plenty,
        Barns and garners never empty,
        Vines and clustering bunches growing,
        Plants with goodly burthen bowing;
        Spring come to you at the farthest
        In the very end of harvest!
        Scarcity and want shall shun you;
        Ceres' blessing so is on you.

FERDINAND       This is a most majestic vision, and
        Harmoniously charmingly. May I be bold
        To think these spirits?

PROSPERO        Spirits, which by mine art
        I have from their confines call'd to enact
        My present fancies.

FERDINAND       Let me live here ever;
        So rare a wonder'd father and a wife
        Makes this place Paradise.

        [Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on
        employment]

PROSPERO        Sweet, now, silence!
        Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;
        There's something else to do: hush, and be mute,
        Or else our spell is marr'd.

IRIS    You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks,
        With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks,
        Leave your crisp channels and on this green land
        Answer your summons; Juno does command:
        Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
        A contract of true love; be not too late.

        [Enter certain Nymphs]

        You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,
        Come hither from the furrow and be merry:
        Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on
        And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
        In country footing.

        [Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they
        join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance;
        towards the end whereof PROSPERO starts
        suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a
        strange, hollow, and confused noise, they
        heavily vanish]

PROSPERO        [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; no more!

FERDINAND       This is strange: your father's in some passion
        That works him strongly.

MIRANDA Never till this day
        Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.

PROSPERO        You do look, my son, in a moved 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,
        Ye 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 on, and our little life
        Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd;
        Bear with my weakness; my, brain is troubled:
        Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:
        If you be pleased, retire into my cell
        And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,
        To still my beating mind.


FERDINAND       |
        |  We wish your peace.
MIRANDA |


        [Exeunt]

PROSPERO        Come with a thought I thank thee, Ariel: come.

        [Enter ARIEL]

ARIEL   Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure?

PROSPERO        Spirit,
        We must prepare to meet with Caliban.

ARIEL   Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,
        I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'd
        Lest I might anger thee.

PROSPERO        Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?

ARIEL   I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;
        So fun 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 tabour;
        At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd
        their ears,
        Advanced their eyelids, 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 entered 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.

PROSPERO        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.

ARIEL   I go, I go.

        [Exit]

PROSPERO        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,
        Even to roaring.

        [Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, &c]

        Come, hang them on this line.

        [PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. Enter
        CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet]

CALIBAN Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not
        Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.

STEPHANO        Monster, your fairy, which you say is
        a harmless fairy, has done little better than
        played the Jack with us.

TRINCULO        Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at
        which my nose is in great indignation.

STEPHANO        So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take
        a displeasure against you, look you,--

TRINCULO        Thou wert but a lost monster.

CALIBAN Good my lord, give me thy favour still.
        Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to
        Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly.
        All's hush'd as midnight yet.

TRINCULO        Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,--

STEPHANO        There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that,
        monster, but an infinite loss.

TRINCULO        That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your
        harmless fairy, monster.

STEPHANO        I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears
        for my labour.

CALIBAN Prithee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here,
        This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter.
        Do that good mischief which may make this island
        Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
        For aye thy foot-licker.

STEPHANO        Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts.

TRINCULO        O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look
        what a wardrobe here is for thee!

CALIBAN Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.

TRINCULO        O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery.
        O king Stephano!

STEPHANO        Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have
        that gown.

TRINCULO        Thy grace shall have it.

CALIBAN The dropsy drown this fool I what do you mean
        To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone
        And do the murder first: if he awake,
        From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches,
        Make us strange stuff.

STEPHANO        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.

TRINCULO        Do, do: we steal by line and level, an't like your grace.

STEPHANO        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.

TRINCULO        Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and
        away with the rest.

CALIBAN I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,
        And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
        With foreheads villanous low.

STEPHANO        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.

TRINCULO        And this.

STEPHANO        Ay, and this.

        [A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits,
        in shape of dogs and hounds, and hunt them about,
        PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on]

PROSPERO        Hey, Mountain, hey!

ARIEL   Silver I there it goes, Silver!

PROSPERO        Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark! hark!

        [CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, 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 them
        Than pard or cat o' mountain.

ARIEL   Hark, they roar!

PROSPERO        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.

        [Exeunt]




        THE TEMPEST


ACT V



SCENE I Before PROSPERO'S cell.


        [Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL]

PROSPERO        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?

ARIEL   On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,
        You said our work should cease.

PROSPERO        I did say so,
        When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,
        How fares the king and's followers?

ARIEL   Confined together
        In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
        Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,
        In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell;
        They cannot budge till your 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 that 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 'em
        That if you now beheld them, your affections
        Would become tender.

PROSPERO        Dost thou think so, spirit?

ARIEL   Mine would, sir, were I human.

PROSPERO        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 moved than thou art?
        Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,
        Yet with my nobler reason 'gaitist my fury
        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.

ARIEL   I'll fetch them, sir.

        [Exit]

PROSPERO        Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,
        And ye that on the sands with printless foot
        Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
        When he comes back; you demi-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 noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
        And 'twixt the green sea and the azured 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-based promontory
        Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up
        The pine and cedar: graves at my command
        Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
        By my so potent art. But this rough magic
        I here abjure, and, when I have required
        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 before: then ALONSO, with a
        frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO;
        SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner,
        attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO   they all
        enter the circle which PROSPERO had made,
        and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO
        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 good Gonzalo,
        My true preserver, and a loyal sir
        To him you 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 art pinch'd fort now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,
        You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
        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 shore
        That now lies 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:
        I will discase me, and myself present
        As I was sometime Milan: quickly, spirit;
        Thou shalt ere long be free.

        [ARIEL sings and helps to attire him]

        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 fly
        After summer merrily.
        Merrily, merrily shall I live now
        Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

PROSPERO        Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall 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 prithee.

ARIEL   I drink the air before me, and return
        Or ere your pulse twice beat.

        [Exit]

GONZALO All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement
        Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us
        Out of this fearful country!

PROSPERO        Behold, sir king,
        The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:
        For more assurance that a living prince
        Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
        And to thee and thy company I bid
        A hearty welcome.

ALONSO                    Whether thou best 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,
        I 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 Prospero
        Be living and be here?

PROSPERO        First, noble friend,
        Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot
        Be measured or confined.

GONZALO Whether this be
        Or be not, I'll not swear.

PROSPERO        You do yet taste
        Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you
        Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all!

        [Aside to SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO]

        But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,
        I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you
        And justify you traitors: at this time
        I will tell no tales.

SEBASTIAN       [Aside]  The devil speaks in him.

PROSPERO        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.

ALONSO                    If thou be'st 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.

PROSPERO        I am woe for't, sir.

ALONSO  Irreparable is the loss, and patience
        Says it is past her cure.

PROSPERO        I rather think
        You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace
        For the like loss I have her sovereign aid
        And rest myself content.

ALONSO  You the like loss!

PROSPERO        As great to me as late; and, supportable
        To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
        Than you may call to comfort you, for I
        Have lost my daughter.

ALONSO  A 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?

PROSPERO        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.

        [Here PROSPERO discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA
        playing at chess]

MIRANDA Sweet lord, you play me false.

FERDINAND       No, my dear'st love,
        I would not for the world.

MIRANDA Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,
        And I would call it, fair play.

ALONSO  If this prove
        A vision of the Island, one dear son
        Shall I twice lose.

SEBASTIAN       A most high miracle!

FERDINAND       Though the seas threaten, they are merciful;
        I have cursed them without cause.

        [Kneels]

ALONSO  Now all the blessings
        Of a glad father compass thee about!
        Arise, and say how thou camest here.

MIRANDA O, wonder!
        How many goodly creatures are there here!
        How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
        That has such people in't!

PROSPERO        'Tis new to thee.

ALONSO  What is this maid with whom thou wast at play?
        Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
        Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
        And brought us thus together?

FERDINAND       Sir, she is mortal;
        But by immortal Providence she's mine:
        I chose her when I could not ask my father
        For his advice, nor thought I had one. She
        Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,
        Of whom so often I have heard renown,
        But never saw before; of whom I have
        Received a second life; and second father
        This lady makes him to me.

ALONSO  I am hers:
        But, O, how oddly will it sound that I
        Must ask my child forgiveness!

PROSPERO        There, sir, stop:
        Let us not burthen our remembrance with
        A heaviness that's gone.

GONZALO I have inly wept,
        Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you god,
        And on this couple drop a blessed crown!
        For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way
        Which brought us hither.

ALONSO  I say, Amen, Gonzalo!

GONZALO Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue
        Should become kings 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 his dukedom
        In a poor isle and all of us ourselves
        When no man was his own.

ALONSO  [To FERDINAND and MIRANDA]  Give me your hands:
        Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart
        That doth not wish you joy!

GONZALO Be it so! Amen!

        [Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain
        amazedly following]

        O, look, sir, look, sir! here is 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?

Boatswain       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.

ARIEL   [Aside to PROSPERO]  Sir, all this service
        Have I done since I went.

PROSPERO        [Aside to ARIEL]  My tricksy spirit!

ALONSO  These are not natural events; they strengthen
        From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?

Boatswain       If I did think, sir, I were well awake,
        I'ld 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, jingling chains,
        And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
        We were awaked; straightway, at liberty;
        Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
        Our royal, good and gallant ship, our master
        Capering to eye her: on a trice, so please you,
        Even in a dream, were we divided from them
        And were brought moping hither.

ARIEL   [Aside to PROSPERO]          Was't well done?

PROSPERO        [Aside to ARIEL]  Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free.

ALONSO  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.

PROSPERO        Sir, my liege,
        Do not infest your mind with beating on
        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.

        [Aside to ARIEL]

                        Come hither, spirit:
        Set Caliban and his companions free;
        Untie the spell.

        [Exit ARIEL]

        How fares my gracious sir?
        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]

STEPHANO        Every man shift for all the rest, and
        let no man take care for himself; for all is
        but fortune. Coragio, bully-monster, coragio!

TRINCULO        If these be true spies which I wear in my head,
        here's a goodly sight.

CALIBAN O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!
        How fine my master is! I am afraid
        He will chastise me.

SEBASTIAN       Ha, ha!
        What things are these, my lord Antonio?
        Will money buy 'em?

ANTONIO Very like; one of them
        Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

PROSPERO        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!
        Acknowledge mine.

CALIBAN                   I shall be pinch'd to death.

ALONSO  Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?

SEBASTIAN       He is drunk now: where had he wine?

ALONSO  And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they
        Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em?
        How camest thou in this pickle?

TRINCULO        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.

SEBASTIAN       Why, how now, Stephano!

STEPHANO        O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp.

PROSPERO        You'ld be king o' the isle, sirrah?

STEPHANO        I should have been a sore one then.

ALONSO  This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.

        [Pointing to Caliban]

PROSPERO        He is as disproportion'd in his manners
        As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;
        Take with you your companions; as you look
        To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

CALIBAN 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!

PROSPERO        Go to; away!

ALONSO  Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.

SEBASTIAN       Or stole it, rather.

        [Exeunt CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO]

PROSPERO        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
        With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it
        Go quick away; the story of my life
        And the particular accidents gone by
        Since I came to this isle: and in the morn
        I'll bring you to your ship and so to Naples,
        Where I have hope to see the nuptial
        Of these our dear-beloved solemnized;
        And thence retire me to my Milan, where
        Every third thought shall be my grave.

ALONSO  I long
        To hear the story of your life, which must
        Take the ear strangely.

PROSPERO        I'll deliver all;
        And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales
        And sail so expeditious that shall catch
        Your royal fleet far off.

        [Aside to ARIEL]

                    My Ariel, chick,
        That is thy charge: then to the elements
        Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.

        [Exeunt]




        THE TEMPEST

        EPILOGUE


        SPOKEN BY PROSPERO

        Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
        And what strength I have's mine own,
        Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
        I must be here confined by you,
        Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
        Since I have my dukedom got
        And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
        In this bare island by your spell;
        But release me from my bands
        With the help of your good hands:
        Gentle breath of yours my sails
        Must fill, or else my project fails,
        Which was to please. Now I want
        Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
        And my ending is despair,
        Unless I be relieved by prayer,
        Which pierces so that it assaults
        Mercy itself and frees all faults.
        As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
        Let your indulgence set me free.