SCENE 2 Another part of the island

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SCENE 2 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' th' 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' th' 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; 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 lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd 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

thunderbolt. [Thunder] Alas, the storm is come again! My

best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no

other shelter hereabout. 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]

The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,

The gunner, and his mate,

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,

But none of us car'd for Kate;

For she had a tongue with a tang,

Would cry to a sailor 'Go hang!'

She lov'd 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. O!

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 scap'd 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

nostrils.

CALIBAN. The spirit torments me. O!

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, it 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

drown'd; 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

the by the lesser legs; if any be Trinculo's legs, these

are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How cam'st thou

to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent

Trinculos?

TRINCULO. I took him to be kill'd with a thunderstroke.

But art thou not drown'd, Stephano? I hope now thou are

not drown'd. 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

scap'd!

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 cam'st thou hither?

Swear by this bottle how thou cam'st hither-I escap'd

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 escap'dst.

TRINCULO. Swum ashore, man, like a duck; I can swim like

a duck, I'll be sworn.

STEPHANO. [Passing the bottle] 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

th' seaside, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf!

How does thine ague?

CALIBAN. Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?

STEPHANO. Out o' th' moon, I do assure thee; I was the Man

i' th' 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.

[CALIBAN drinks]

TRINCULO. By this good light, this is a very shallow

monster!

I afeard of him! A very weak monster! The Man i' th'

Moon! A most poor credulous monster! Well drawn,

monster, in good sooth!

CALIBAN. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island;

and 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 pig-nuts;

Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how

To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee

To clust'ring 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 drown'd, 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 trenchering, nor wash dish.

'Ban 'Ban, Ca-Caliban,

Has a new master-Get a new man.

Freedom, high-day! high-day, freedom! freedom, high-

day, freedom!

STEPHANO. O brave monster! Lead the way. Exeunt

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ACT III. SCENE 1

Before PROSPERO'S cell

Enter FERDINAND, hearing 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 compos'd 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, least 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. [Aside] 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. Admir'd Miranda!

What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady

I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time

Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage

Brought my too diligent ear; for several virtues

Have I lik'd several women, never any

With so full soul, but some defect in her

Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd,

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' th' world,

Do love, prize, honour you.

MIRANDA. I am a fool

To weep at what I am glad of.

PROSPERO. [Aside] 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, if 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 surpris'd 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

SCENE 2

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 brain'd 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 is not valiant.

TRINCULO. Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case

to justle a constable. Why, thou debosh'd 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 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 pleas'd 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,

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 dar'st,

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 compass'd? 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 head.

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 him] As you like

this, give me the lie another time.

TRINCULO. I did not give the lie. Out o' your wits and

hearing 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

further 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 seiz'd 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 liv'st, 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 mak'st 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 tabor and pipe]

STEPHANO. What is this same?

TRINCULO. This is the tune of our catch, play'd 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 sometimes voices,

That, if I then had wak'd 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 wak'd,

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 destroy'd.

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 taborer; he lays it on.

TRINCULO. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. Exeunt

SCENE 3

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 th' 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, forgo the purpose

That you resolv'd t' 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; and PROSPERO on the

top, invisible. Enter several strange SHAPES,

bringing in a banquet; and dance about it with

gentle actions of salutations; and inviting the

KING, etc., to eat, they depart

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

GONZALO. Marvellous sweet music!

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,

Dewlapp'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 caus'd 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 etc., 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;

Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit it,

Him, and his innocent child; for which foul deed

The pow'rs, delaying, not forgetting, have

Incens'd the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,

Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,

They have bereft; and do pronounce by me

Ling'ring 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's 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 pow'r;

And in these fits I leave them, while I visit

Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd,

And his and mine lov'd darling. Exit above

GONZALO. I' th' 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, pronounc'd

The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass.

Therefore my son i' th' 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

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ACT IV. SCENE 1

Before PROSPERO'S cell

Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA

PROSPERO. If I have too austerely punish'd you,

Your compensation makes amends; for

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

Wort'hily purchas'd, take my daughter. But

If thou dost break her virgin-knot before

All sanctimonious ceremonies may

With full and holy rite be minist'red,

No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall

To make this contract grow; but barren hate,

Sour-ey'd 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 pow'r, 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 th' fire i' th' 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' th' sky,

Whose wat'ry 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.

[JUNO descends in her car]

Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

Enter CERES

CERES. Hail, many-coloured messenger, that ne'er

Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;

Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flow'rs

Diffusest honey drops, refreshing show'rs;

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-rite shall be paid

Till Hymen's torch be lighted; but in vain.

Mars's hot minion is return'd 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. [JUNO alights]

CERES. Highest Queen of State,

Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait.

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 on you.

CERES. Earth's increase, foison plenty,

Barns and gamers never empty;

Vines with clust'ring bunches growing,

Plants with goodly burden 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

Harmonious 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 wond'red father and a wise

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 wind'ring brooks,

With your sedg'd 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 sun-burnt 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 mov'd sort,

As if you were dismay'd; be cheerful, sir.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,

As I foretold you, were all spirits, and

Are melted into air, into thin air;

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,

The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,

The solemn temples, the great globe itself,

Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,

And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,

Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff

As dreams are made on; and our little life

Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd;

Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled;

Be not disturb'd with my infirmity.

If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell

And there repose; a turn or two I'll walk

To still my beating mind.

FERDINAND, MIRANDA. We wish your peace. 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 full of valour that they smote the air

For breathing in their faces; beat the ground

For kissing of their feet; yet always bending

Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor,

At which like unback'd colts they prick'd their ears,

Advanc'd their eyelids, lifted up their noses

As they smelt music; so I charm'd their cars,

That calf-like they my lowing follow'd through

Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns,

Which ent'red their frail shins. At last I left them

I' th' filthy mantled pool beyond your cell,

There dancing up to th' 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 play'd 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' th' 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! What do you mean

To dote thus on such luggage? Let 't 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 garmet 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 villainous 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 beard. Enter divers SPIRITS, in

shape of dogs and hounds, bunting them about;

PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on

PROSPERO. Hey, Mountain, hey!

ARIEL. Silver! 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

Lies 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

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ACT V. SCENE 1

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 rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit,

How fares the King and 's followers?

ARIEL. Confin'd 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,

Brim full of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly

Him you term'd, sir, 'the good old lord, Gonzalo';

His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops

From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works '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 mov'd than thou art?

Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th' quick,

Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst 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 be-dimm'd

The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,

And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault

Set roaring war. To the dread rattling thunder

Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak

With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory

Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up

The pine and cedar. Graves at my command

Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth,

By my so potent art. But this rough magic

I here abjure; and, when I have requir'd

Some heavenly music-which even now I do-

To work mine end upon their senses that

This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,

Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,

And deeper than did ever plummet sound

I'll drown my book. [Solem music]

Here enters ARIEL before; then ALONSO, with

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 charm'd; 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, ev'n 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 thou follow'st! I will pay thy graces

Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly

Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter;

Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.

Thou art pinch'd for't 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; Exit ARIEL

I will discase me, and myself present

As I was sometime Milan. Quickly, spirit

Thou shalt ere long be free.

ARIEL, on returning, 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. Whe'er thou be'st 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,

Th' 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 measur'd or confin'd.

GONZALO. Whether this be

Or be not, I'll not swear.

PROSPERO. You do yet taste

Some subtleties o' th' 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 beest Prospero,

Give us particulars of thy preservation;

How thou hast met us here, whom 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 wrecked, 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.