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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?

MasterGood, 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

ALONSOGood boatswain, have care. Where’s the master?
Play the men.

BoatswainI pray now, keep below.

ANTONIOWhere is the master, boatswain?

BoatswainDo 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

GONZALOI 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

BoatswainDown 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?

SEBASTIANA 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?

GONZALOThe 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!”

ANTONIOLet’s all sink with the king.

SEBASTIANLet’s take leave of him.

Exeunt ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN

GONZALONow would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an
acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.

Exeunt

SCENE II. The island. Before PROSPERO’S cell

Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA

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.

MIRANDAMore 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 t

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.

PROSPEROHow 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

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.