shakespeare, william - the tempest

7/31/2019 Shakespeare, William - The Tempest

1/32

By W illiam Shakespeare

TH E TEMPEST

VOLUME I BOOK XII


2/32

Dram atis Person ae

ALONSO Kin g of N aples.

SEBASTIAN his brother.

PROSPERO the rightfu l Duk e of M ilan.

ANTONIO his brother, the usurping Du ke of M ilan.

FERDINAND son t o the Kin g of N aples.

GONZALO an hon est old Cou nsellor.

CALIBAN a savage and deform ed Slave.

TRINCULO a Jester.

STEPHANO a drun ken But ler.

ADRIAN

Lords.FRANCISCO

M ast er of a Sh ip . (M A ST ER)

Boat swain . (BO A T SW A IN )

M arin ers. (M A RIN ER S)

M IRANDA daughter to Prospero.

ARIEL an airy Spirit.

O ther Spirits attend ing on Prospero.

IRIS

presen ted by Sp iri ts.

CERES

JUNO

N ym phs

Reap ers

SCENEA ship at Sea : an island.


3/32


4/32

The Tem pest : ACT I

V olum e I Book XII6

Yet again! What do you here? Shall we give oerand d rown? Have you a m ind to sink?

SEBASTIAN A pox o your thr oat, you bawling,blasphemous, incharitable dog!

BO AT SW AIN Work you then.

AN T ON IO Hang, cur! Hang, you whoreson, insolentno isemaker! We are less afraid to b e drown ed thanthou art.

GONZALO Ill warrant h im for d rowning; thou gh theship were no stro nger th an a n utshell and as leaky as anun stanched wench.

BO AT SW AIN Lay her a-h old, a-ho ld! Set her two cou rsesoff to sea again ; lay her off.

[Enter M ariners wet]M ARIN ERS All lost! To p rayers, to pr ayers! All lost!

BO AT SW AIN What, mu st our m ouths be cold?

GONZALO The kin g and pr ince at p rayers! Letsassist t hem ,For o ur case is as theirs.

SEBASTIAN Im ou t of patience.

AN T ON IO We are m erely cheated o f our livesby drunkards:This wide-chappd rascalwould thou mightstlie dro wningThe washing of ten tides!

GONZALO Hell be han gd yet,Tho ugh every drop of water swear against itAnd gape at widest to glut h im.

[A confu sed n oise within : M ercy on us!W e split, we split! Farewell, m y w ife andchildren! Farewell, brother! W e split, wesplit, we split!]

AN T ON IO Lets all sink with the king.

SEBASTIAN Lets take leave of him.

[Exeunt AN TO N IO and SEBASTIAN ]

GONZALO No w would I give a thou sand fur longs of seafor an acre of barren groun d, long heath, brown fur ze,

any th ing. The wills above be do ne! But I wou ld fain diea dry death.

[Exeunt]

SCENE IIThe island. Before PROSPEROs cell.

[Enter PROSPERO and M IRAN DA ]

M IR AN DA If by you r art , my dearest father, you havePu t th e wild waters in this roar , allay them .

The sky, it seems, would po ur d own stinkin g pitch,But that the sea, m ou nt ing to th e welkins cheek,Dashes the fire ou t. O, I h ave sufferedWith those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,Wh o had, no d oub t, som e noble creature in her,Dashd all to p ieces. O, th e cry did kn ockAgainst m y very heart. P oor souls, they perishd.Had I been any god of power, I wouldHave sun k the sea within the earth or ereIt shou ld the good ship so have swallowd an dThe fraughtin g sou ls within her.

PROSPERO Be collected:No m ore am azement: tell your piteous heartTheres no harm don e.

M IR AN DA O, woe the day!

PROSPERO No harm.I have done n othing bu t in care of thee,Of thee, my dear on e, thee, m y daughter, whoArt ignorant o f what tho u art, nou ght knowingOf whence I am, nor that I am m ore betterThan Prospero, m aster of a full poor cell,And th y no greater father.

M IR AN DA More to knowDid n ever m eddle with m y thoughts.

PROSPERO Tis tim eI should inform thee farther. Lend th y hand,And p luck m y magic garm ent from m e. So:

[Lays down his mantle]

Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thin e eyes; have com fort.The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touchdThe very virtue of com passion in th ee,I have with such pr ovision in m ine artSo safely ord ered th at th ere is no soulNo, n ot so mu ch perdition as an hairBetid to any creatur e in t he vesselWh ich th ou heard st cry, which th ou sawst sink.Sit down;For thou m ust now know farther.

M IR AN DA You have oftenBegun to tell m e what I am, bu t stopp d


5/32


V olum e I Book XII 7

And left m e to a bootless inqu isition,Con clud ing Stay: no t yet.

PROSPERO The hou rs now come;The very m inu te bids thee ope thine ear;Obey and b e attentive. Canst thou remem berA time before we came unto t his cell?

I do not th ink thou canst, for then thou wast notOu t thr ee years old.

M IR AN DA Certainly, sir, I can.

PROSPERO By what? By any other house or p erson?Of any thin g the image tell me thatHath kept with th y remem bran ce.

M IR AN DA Tis far o ffAnd rather like a dream th an an assuranceThat m y remem bran ce warrants. Had I not

Four or five women on ce that tended m e?

PROSPERO Thou hadst, and m ore, Miranda.But how is itThat this lives in th y min d? What seest th ou elseIn th e dark backward an d abysm of tim e?If thou remem berst aught ere thou camest here,How thou camest here thou m ayst.

M IR AN DA But that I do n ot.

PROSPERO Twelve year since, Miran da, twelveyear since,Thy father was the Duke of Milan andA prince of power.

M IR AN DA Sir, are not you m y father?

PROSPERO Thy m oth er was a piece of virtu e, andShe said th ou wast m y daughter; and th y fatherWas Duke of Milan; and thou his only heirAnd p rincess no worse issued.

M IR AN DA O th e heavens!Wh at foul play had we, that we cam e from then ce?Or b lessed wast we did?

PROSPERO Both , both , my girl:By fou l play, as thou sayst, were we heaved th ence,But blessedly holp hither.

M IR AN DA O, m y heart bleedsTo th ink o the teen that I h ave turn d you to,Wh ich is from m y remem bran ce! Please you, farth er.

PROSPERO My bro ther an d th y uncle, calld Anton ioI pray thee, m ark meth at a brother shouldBe so p erfidiou s!H e whom next thyself

Of all the world I loved an d to him pu tThe m anage of my state; as at that timeThr ou gh all the signo ries it was the firstAnd Pro spero th e prime du ke, being so reputedIn d ignity, and for th e liberal artsWith ou t a p arallel; those being all my stud y,The govern m ent I cast upo n m y broth er

And to m y state grew stranger, being tran sport edAnd rapt in secret studies. Thy false un cleDost thou attend m e?

M IR AN DA Sir, most heedfully.

PROSPERO Being once perfected h ow to grant su its,How to deny them, who to advance and whoTo trash for over-top ping, new createdThe creatur es that were min e, I say, or changed em ,Or else new form d em ; having both the key

Of officer an d office, set all hear ts i the stateTo what tun e pleased h is ear; that n ow he wasThe ivy which had hid m y princely trun k,And suckd m y verdure ou t on t. Thou attendst not.

M IR AN DA O, good sir, I do.

PROSPERO I pray thee, m ark m e.I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicatedTo closeness and the bettering of my m indWith th at which, bu t by being so r etired,Oer-p rized all popu lar rate, in m y false broth erAwaked an evil natu re; and m y trust,Like a good p arent , did beget of himA falsehoo d in its con trary as greatAs m y trust was; which had indeed no limit,A con fidence sans bou nd . He being thu s lord ed,No t on ly with what m y revenu e yielded,But what m y power m ight else exact, like oneWh o having into tr uth , by telling of it,Made such a sinn er of his m emor y,To credit h is own lie, he did believe

He was ind eed the duke; ou t o the substitut ionAnd executing th e ou tward face of royalty,With all prerogative: hen ce his am bition growingDost thou h ear?

M IR AN DA Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

PROSPERO To h ave no screen between this parthe playdAnd him he p layd it for, h e needs will beAbsolute Milan. Me, poor m an, m y librar yWas dukedom large eno ugh : of tem poral royalties

He thinks me now incapable; confederatesSo dry he was for swaywi the King of Nap lesTo give him ann ual tribute, do h im h om age,


6/32


7/32


8/32



PROSPERO Tho u h ast. Wh ere was she bo rn ? Speak;tell m e.

ARIEL Sir, in Argier.

PROSPERO O, was she so? I m ustOn ce in a m onth recoun t what thou hast been,

Wh ich thou forgetst. This dam nd witch Sycorax,For m ischiefs manifold and sorceries terribleTo enter hu m an h earing, from Argier,Tho u kno wst, was banishd: for on e thing she didThey would n ot take her life. Is not th is tru e?

ARIEL Ay, sir.

PROSPERO This blue-eyed hag was hither brough twith childAnd here was left by the sailors. Tho u, m y slave,As thou repo rtst thyself, wast th en h er servant ;

And, for th ou wast a spirit too delicateTo act her earthy and abhorr d com m ands,Refusing her gran d h ests, she did confine thee,By help o f her m ore po tent m inistersAnd in h er m ost un m itigable rage,Into a cloven pine; within wh ich riftImp rison d thou didst painfully remainA dozen years; with in wh ich space she diedAnd left thee there; where thou d idst vent th y groan sAs fast as m ill-wh eels strike. Then was this islandSave for the son th at she did litter here,A freckled whelp h ag-bor n no t h on our d withA hum an shape.

ARIEL Yes, Caliban her son.

PROSPERO Du ll th ing, I say so; he, that CalibanWh om now I keep in service. Tho u best kno wstWh at torm ent I did find thee in; thy groansDid m ake wolves howl and penetrate the breastsOf ever an gry bears: it was a torm entTo lay up on the dam nd, which Sycorax

Could n ot again un do: it was m ine art,Wh en I arrived and h eard thee, that m ade gapeThe pine and let thee out.

ARIEL I than k thee, master.

PROSPERO If thou m ore m urm urst, I will rend an oakAnd p eg thee in his kno tty entrails tillTho u hast h owld away twelve winters.

ARIEL Pardon , m aster;I will be correspon dent to comm andAnd d o m y spiriting gen tly.

PROSPERO Do so, and after two daysI will discharge thee.

ARIEL Thats m y nob le m aster!What sh all I do? Say what ; what sh all I do?

PROSPERO Go m ake thyself like a nym ph o the sea:be subjectTo n o sight but thine and m ine, invisibleTo every eyeball else. Go take th is shap e

And hither com e int: go, hence with diligence!

[Exit ARIEL]

Awake, dear hear t, awake! Thou hast slept well; Awake!

M IR AN DA The strangeness of you r story pu tHeaviness in m e.

PROSPERO Shake it off. Com e on ;Well visit Caliban m y slave, who neverYields us kind an swer.

M IR AN DA Tis a villain, sir,I do n ot love to look on.

PROSPERO But, as tis,We canno t m iss him: he does make our fire,Fetch in ou r woo d an d serves in o fficesThat profit us. Wh at, ho ! Slave! Caliban !Thou earth, th ou ! Speak.

CALIBAN [W ithin] Theres wood enou gh within.

PROSPERO Com e forth, I say! Theres other bu sinessfor thee:Com e, thou tortoise! Wh en?

[Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nym ph]

Fine apparition ! My qu aint Ariel,Hark in thine ear.

ARIEL My lord it shall be don e.

[Exit]PROSPERO Tho u p oisonous slave, got by thedevil himselfUpo n th y wicked dam , com e forth !

[Enter CALIBAN]

CALIBAN As wicked dew as eer m y mo ther bru shdWith ravens feather from un who lesome fenDro p on you both ! A south -west blow on yeAnd blister you all oer!

PROSPERO For this, be sure, to-n ight th ou shalthave cramps,Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urch ins


9/32



Shall, for that vast of n ight that t hey may work,All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pin chdAs thick as ho neycomb, each p inch m ore stingingThan bees that m ade em.

CALIBAN I mu st eat m y dinn er.This islands mine, by Sycorax m y mo ther,

Wh ich th ou takest from m e. Wh en tho u camest first,Thou strokedst me and m adest m uch of me, wouldstgive meWater with berr ies in t, and teach m e howTo n ame the bigger light, an d h ow th e less,That bu rn by day and n ight: and th en I loved theeAnd showd thee all the qualities o th e isle,The fresh springs, brin e-pits, barren place and fertile:Cur sed be I that did so! All the charm sOf Sycorax, toad s, beetles, bats, light on you!For I am all the subjects that you have,

Wh ich first was m ine own king: and here you sty m eIn th is hard rock, whiles you do keep from m eThe r est o the island .

PROSPERO Tho u m ost lying slave,Wh om stripes may mo ve, not kindn ess! I haveused thee,Filth as thou art, with h um an care, and lodged th eeIn m ine own cell, till tho u didst seek to violateThe hon our of my child.

CALIBAN O h o, O ho! Wouldt had been don e!Tho u d idst prevent m e; I had peop led elseTh is isle with Caliban s.

PROSPERO Abhor red slave,Wh ich an y print o f goodness wilt no t take,Being cap able of all ill! I p itied thee,Took p ains to m ake thee speak, taught thee each ho urOn e thing or oth er: when th ou didst not, savage,Know th ine own m eaning, but wou ldst gabble likeA thing most bru tish, I endo wd th y purp oses

With word s that m ade them known . But th y vile race,Thou gh thou didst learn, had th at int whichgood naturesCould n ot abide to b e with; therefore wast th ouDeservedly confined in to th is rock,Wh o hadst deserved m ore than a prison.

CALIBAN You taugh t m e language; and m y profit ontIs, I kno w how to curse. The red plague rid youFor learn ing me you r language!

PROSPERO Hag-seed, hence!

Fetch u s in fuel; and be quick, thou rt b est,To an swer o ther bu siness. Shrugst thou , malice?

If thou neglectst or dost un willinglyWh at I com m and , Ill rack thee with old cram ps,Fill all thy bon es with aches, m ake thee ro arThat beasts shall trem ble at thy din.

CALIBAN No , pray thee.

[Aside]I m ust ob ey: his art is of such power,It wou ld contr ol my dam s god , Setebos,and m ake a vassal of him .

PROSPERO So, slave; hence!

[Exit CALIBAN ]

[Re-en ter AR IEL, invisible, playing and singing;FERDIN AN D following]

ARIEL (Sings) Com e unto t hese yellow sands,And then take hand s:Courtsied when you have and kissdThe wild waves whist,Foot it featly here and there;And, sweet sprites, the bu rthen bear.Hark, hark!

[Burthen dispersedly, with in Bow-w ow]

The watch-do gs bark!

[Burthen Bow-w ow]

H ark, hark! I hearThe strain of strutting chan ticleerCry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.

FERDINAND Wh ere sho uld th is m usic be? I the air orthe earth?It sound s no m ore: and sure, it waits uponSom e god o the island. Sitting on a bank,Weeping again t he king m y fathers wreck,

This mu sic crept by m e upo n the waters,Allaying both th eir fur y and m y passionWith its sweet air: thence I have followd it,Or it hath d rawn m e rather. But tis gone.No , it begins again.

ARIEL (Sings) Full fathom five thy fath er lies;Of his bones are coral mad e;Tho se are pearls that were h is eyes:Nothing of him that d oth fadeBut dot h suffer a sea-changeInto som ething rich and stran ge.

Sea-nymp hs hou rly ring his knell


10/32



[Burthen Ding-dong]

H ark! now I hear th em, Ding-don g, bell.

FERDINAND The ditty does rem ember m ydro wnd father.This is no m ortal business, nor n o soun dThat th e earth o wes. I hear it no w above m e.

PROSPERO The fringed cur tains of thine eye advanceAnd say what thou seest yond .

M IR AN DA Wh at ist? Aspirit?Lord , how it looks abou t! Believe m e, sir,It carr ies a brave form . But tis a spirit.

PROSPERO No , wench; it eats and sleeps and hathsuch sensesAs we have, such. Th is gallan t which tho u seest

Was in th e wreck; and, bu t hes som ething staindWith grief thats beautys canker, thou m ightst call himA goodly person: he hath lost his fellowsAnd strays abou t to find em.

M IR AN DA I might call himA thing divine, for no thing n aturalI ever saw so noble.

PROSPERO [Aside] It goes on , I see,As m y sou l pro m pts it. Spir it, fine spirit! Ill free theeWith in two days for th is.

FERDINAND Most sur e, the godd essOn whom these airs attend ! Vouchsafe my prayerMay know if you rem ain up on this island;And th at you will som e good instru ction giveHow I m ay bear m e here: m y prime request,Wh ich I do last pron oun ce, is, O you wond er!If you be maid or n o?

M IR AN DA No won der, sir;But certain ly a m aid.

FERDINAND My language! Heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech,Were I bu t where tis spoken.

PROSPERO How? The best?Wh at wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?

FERDINAND A single thin g, as I am no w, that won dersTo h ear thee speak of Naples. He does hear m e;And that he does I weep: m yself am N aples,Wh o with m ine eyes, never since at ebb, beheldThe king my father wreckd.

M IR AN DA Alack, for m ercy!

FERDINAND Yes, faith , and all his lord s; the Du keof MilanAnd h is brave son being twain.

PROSPERO [Aside] The Duke of MilanAnd h is m ore braver d aughter could control thee,If now twere fit to d ot. At th e first sight

They have chan ged eyes. Delicate Ariel,Ill set th ee free for th is.

[To FERDIN AN D]

A word , good sir;I fear you h ave do ne your self some wrong: a word .

M IR AN DA Wh y speaks my father so un gently? ThisIs the third m an that eer I saw, the firstThat eer I sighd for: pity move my fatherTo be inclined m y way!

FERDINAND O, if a virgin,And you r affection no t gone forth, Ill m ake youThe qu een of Naples.

PROSPERO Soft, sir! On e word m ore.

[Aside]

They are bo th in eithers powers; bu t th is swift bu sinessI must un easy make, lest too light winn ing

Make th e prize light .

[To FERDIN AN D]

On e word m ore; I charge theeThat thou attend m e: thou dost here usurpThe nam e thou owest no t; and hast put th yselfUp on this island as a spy, to win itFrom m e, the lord on t.

FERDINAND No, as I am a m an.

M IR AN DA Theres no th ing ill can d well in su cha temp le:If the ill spirit h ave so fair a ho use,Good th ings will strive to dwell witht.

PROSPERO Follow m e.Speak no t you for h im; hes a traitor . Com e;Ill m anacle thy neck an d feet together:Sea-water shalt thou dr ink; thy food shall beThe fresh-bro ok m uscles, witherd ro ots and h usksWh erein th e acorn cradled. Follow.

FERDINAND No;I will resist such entertainm ent tillMine enemy has mor e power.


11/32

The Tem pest : ACT I I


[Draws, and is charm ed from m oving]

M IR AN DA O dear father,Make not too rash a trial of him, forHes gent le and not fearful.

PROSPERO What? I say,

My foot m y tutor? Put th y sword u p, traitor;Wh o m akest a show bu t darest not strike,thy con scienceIs so p ossessd with guilt: com e from thy ward ,For I can h ere disarm thee with th is stickAnd m ake thy weapon dro p.

M IR AN DA Beseech you , fath er.

PROSPERO Hence! Hang not on m y garm ents.

M IR AN DA Sir, have pity;

Ill be his surety.

PROSPERO Silence! On e word m oreShall m ake me chide thee, if not h ate thee. Wh at!An advocate for an im poster! Hush!Tho u th inkst there is no m ore such shapes as he,Having seen bu t him and Caliban : foolish wench!To th e mo st of men this is a CalibanAnd th ey to h im are angels.

M IR AN DA My affections

Are then m ost hum ble; I have no amb itionTo see a goodlier m an.

PROSPERO Com e on; obey:Thy n erves are in their in fancy againAnd have no vigour in them .

FERDINAND So th ey are;My spirits, as in a dr eam, are all boun d u p.

My fathers loss, the weakness which I feel,The wreck of all my friend s, nor t his man s threats,To whom I am subdu ed, are but light to m e,Might I but thro ugh m y prison on ce a dayBeho ld th is m aid: all corners else o th e earthLet liberty make use of; space enou ghHave I in such a prison.

PROSPERO [Aside] It works.

[To FERDIN AN D]

Come on.Tho u hast d on e well, fine Ariel!

[To FERDIN AN D]

Follow m e.

[To AR IEL]

Hark what thou else shalt do m e.

M IR AN DA Be of com fort;My fathers of a better natu re, sir,Than he app ears by speech: this is unwon tedWhich now came from h im.

PROSPERO Tho u shalt be freeAs m ou n tain winds: but th en exactly doAll points of my comm and.

ARIEL To the syllable.

PROSPERO Com e, follow. Speak no t for him .

[Exeunt]

ACT II

SCENE IAnother part of the islan d.

[Enter ALON SO, SEBASTIAN , AN TO N IO,GON ZA LO, ADRIAN , FRAN CISCO, and others]

GONZALO Beseech you , sir, be m erry; you have cause,

So h ave we all, of joy; for ou r escapeIs m uch beyond ou r loss. Ou r hint of woeIs comm on ; every day some sailors wife,

The masters of som e merchant and the merchantHave just our t hem e of woe; bu t for the m iracle,I mean ou r pr eservation , few in m illion sCan speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weighOur sorrow with ou r comfort.

ALO N SO Prithee, peace.

SEBASTIAN He receives comfort like cold p orr idge.

AN T ON IO The visitor will not give him o er so.


12/32



SEBASTIAN Look hes wind ing up the watch o f his wit;by and b y it will strike.

GONZALO Sir,

SEBASTIAN One: tell.

GONZALO Wh en every grief is en tertaind thats offerd,

Com es to th e entertainer

SEBASTIAN A dollar.

GONZALO Dolour comes to him , ind eed: youhave spoken truer than you pu rpo sed.

SEBASTIAN You have taken it wiselier than I m eantyou should.

GONZALO Therefore, my lord ,

AN T ON IO Fie, what a spend thr ift is he of his tongue!

ALO N SO I pr ithee, spare.

GONZALO Well, I have done: bu t yet,

SEBASTIAN He will be talking.

AN T ON IO Wh ich, of he or Adrian, for a goodwager, first begins to crow?

SEBASTIAN The old cock.

AN T ON IO The cockerel.

SEBASTIAN Done. The wager?

AN T ON IO A laughter.

SEBASTIAN A match!

ADRIA N Tho ugh this island seem to be desert,

SEBASTIAN Ha, ha, ha! So, youre paid.

ADRIA N Un inh abitable and alm ost inaccessible,

SEBASTIAN Yet,

ADRIA N Yet,

AN T ON IO He could n ot m isst.

ADRIA N It must needs be of sub tle, tender anddelicate temp erance.

AN T ON IO Temperan ce was a delicate wench.

SEBASTIAN Ay, and a subtle; as he m ostlearned ly delivered .

ADRIA N The air breathes upo n u s here most sweetly.

SEBASTIAN As if it had lun gs and rot ten ones.

AN T O N IO Or as twere perfum ed by a fen.

GONZALO Here is everything advantageous to life.

AN T O N IO True; save m eans to live.

SEBASTIAN Of th at theres non e, or little.

GONZALO How lush an d lusty the grass looks!How green!

AN T O N IO The groun d ind eed is tawny.

SEBASTIAN With an eye of green int.

AN T O N IO He misses not m uch.

SEBASTIAN No; he do th b ut m istake the truth totally.

GONZALO But the r arity of it is,which is ind eedalmost beyond credit,

SEBASTIAN As m any vouched rar ities are.

GONZALO That o ur garments, being, as they were,drenched in th e sea, hold n otwithstandin g theirfreshn ess and glosses, being rather new-d yed thanstained with salt water.

AN T O N IO If but o ne o f his pockets could speak, would

it not say he lies?

SEBASTIAN Ay, or very falsely pocket u p h is repor t

GONZALO Methinks our garm ents are now as fresh aswhen we pu t them on first in Afric, at the m arriage ofthe kin gs fair dau ghter Claribel to the King of Tun is.

SEBASTIAN Twas a sweet mar riage, and we pr osper wellin our return .

ADRIA N Tun is was never graced before with such a

paragon to th eir qu een.

GONZALO No t since widow Didos time.

AN T O N IO Widow! Apox o that! Ho w cam e that widowin? Widow D ido!

SEBASTIAN Wh at if he had said widower neas too?Good Lord , how you take it!

ADRIA N Widow Dido said you? You m ake me studyof that: she was of Carth age, no t of Tun is.

GONZALO This Tu n is, sir, was Carthage.

ADRIA N Carthage?


13/32



GONZALO I assur e you , Carthage.

SEBASTIAN H is word is m ore than th e miraculous harp;he hath raised th e wall and ho uses too .

AN T ON IO Wh at impossible m atter will he m akeeasy next?

SEBASTIAN I thin k he will carry th is island h om e in hispocket and give it his son for an app le.

AN T ON IO And, sowing the kern els of it in th e sea, bringforth m ore islands.

GONZALO Ay.

AN T ON IO Wh y, in good time.

GONZALO Sir, we were talking th at ou r garm ents seemno w as fresh as when we were at Tu nis at the m arriage

of you r dau ghter, who is no w queen.

AN T ON IO And th e rarest that eer came there.

SEBASTIAN Bate, I beseech you, wido w Dido .

AN T ON IO O, widow D ido! Ay, widow Dido.

GONZALO Is not , sir, m y dou blet as fresh as the first dayI wore it? I m ean, in a sort.

AN T ON IO That sort was well fished for.

GONZALO Wh en I wore it at you r dau ghters marr iage?

ALO N SO You cram these words into m ine ears again stThe stom ach of my sense. Wo uld I had neverMarried m y daughter th ere! For, com ing thence,My son is lost and , in m y rate, she too,Wh o is so far from Italy rem ovedI neer again shall see her. O tho u m ine heirOf Naples and of Milan, what stran ge fishHath m ade his m eal on thee?

FRANCISCO Sir, h e m ay live:I saw him beat the sur ges und er him,And ride upo n their backs; he trod th e water,Wh ose enm ity he flun g aside, and b reastedThe surge most swoln that m et him; his bold headBove the con tentiou s waves he kept, an d oardHimself with h is good ar m s in lu sty strokeTo th e sho re, that o er his wave-worn basis bowd,As stoop ing to relieve him: I not d ou btHe cam e alive to land .

ALO N SO No , no, hes gon e.

SEBASTIAN Sir, you m ay thank yourself for th isgreat loss,

That would n ot bless our Europ e with your daughter,But r ather lose her to an African;Wh ere she at least is ban ishd from your eye,Wh o hath cause to wet the grief ont.

ALO N SO Prithee, peace.

SEBASTIAN You were kneeld to andimportuned otherwiseBy all of us, and the fair sou l herselfWeighd b etween loathness and o bedience, atWh ich end o the beam should bo w. We have lostyour son ,I fear, for ever: Milan an d Nap les haveMore widows in t hem of this business m akingThan we bring men to comfort them:The faults you r own .

ALO N SO So is the d earst o the loss.

GONZALO My lord Sebastian,The tru th you speak doth lack som e gentlenessAnd tim e to speak it in: you ru b the sore,Wh en you shou ld b ring the plaster.

SEBASTIAN Very well.

AN T ON IO And m ost chirurgeon ly.

GONZALO It is foul weather in us all, good sir,Wh en you are clou dy.

SEBASTIAN Foul weather?

AN T ON IO Very fou l.

GONZALO Had I plant ation o f this isle, my lord,

AN T ON IO Held sowt with n ettle-seed.

SEBASTIAN Or docks, or m allows.

GONZALO And were the king ont, what wou ld I do?

SEBASTIAN Scape being dru nk for want of wine.

GONZALO I the com m on wealth I would b y con trariesExecut e all things; for n o kind o f trafficWou ld I admit; no nam e of m agistrate;Letters should n ot be known ; riches, poverty,And use of service, non e; con tract, succession ,Bour n, bou nd of land, tilth, vineyard, n on e;No use of metal, corn , or wine, or oil;No occupation ; all men idle, all;

And women too, but inn ocent and pure;No sovereignty;

SEBASTIAN Yet he wou ld be king ont.


14/32


15/32



AN T ON IO Ill teach you ho w to flow.

SEBASTIAN Do so: to ebbHereditary sloth in structs me.

AN T ON IO O,If you bu t knew ho w you the pu rpose cherish

Wh iles thu s you m ock it! How, in stripp ing it,You m ore invest it! Ebbing m en, indeed,Most often do so near the bottom r unBy their own fear or sloth .

SEBASTIAN Prithee, say on :The setting of thin e eye and cheek proclaimA matter from thee, and a birth ind eedWh ich thro es thee m uch to yield.

AN T ON IO Thu s, sir:Altho ugh this lord of weak rememb ran ce, this,

Wh o shall be of as little m emo ryWh en he is earth d, hath here almost persuade,For h es a spirit of persuasion, on lyProfesses to persuade,the king his sons alive,Tis as im possible that h es un drown dAnd he th at sleeps here swims.

SEBASTIAN I have no hop eThat h es un drown d.

AN T ON IO O, out of that no hope

Wh at great ho pe have you ! No hope that way isAnoth er way so high a hop e that evenAm bition cannot pierce a wink beyon d,But d ou bt d iscovery there. Will you gran t with meThat Ferdinand is drown d?

SEBASTIAN Hes gone.

AN T ON IO Then , tell me,Wh os the next h eir o f Naples?

SEBASTIAN Claribel.

AN T ON IO She th at is queen o f Tun is; she th at dwellsTen leagues beyond m ans life; she th at from Nap lesCan h ave no no te, unless the sun were postThe m an i the m oon s too slowtill new-born chinsBe rough an d r azorable; she that from whom ?We all were sea-swallowd, th ou gh som e cast again,And by that destiny to p erform an actWh ereof whats past is prologue, what to com eIn your s and m y discharge.

SEBASTIAN Wh at stuff is this! H ow say you ?Tis tru e, my bro thers dau ghters queen o f Tun is;So is she heir o f Nap les; twixt which region sThere is som e space.

AN T ON IO A space whose every cubitSeems to cry ou t, Ho w shall that ClaribelMeasure u s back to N aples? Keep in Tunis,And let Sebastian wake. Say, this were deathThat n ow hath seized them; why, they were no wor seThan no w they are. There be that can r ule NaplesAs well as he th at sleeps; lords th at can p rate

As amply and un necessarilyAs this Gonzalo; I myself could m akeA chou gh of as deep chat. O, that you bor eThe m ind that I do ! Wh at a sleep were thisFor your ad vancement! Do you u nd erstand m e?

SEBASTIAN Methinks I do.

AN T ON IO And ho w does your contentTender your o wn good fortu ne?

SEBASTIAN I rememberYou d id sup plant your broth er Prospero.

AN T ON IO True:And look ho w well my garm ents sit upon m e;Mu ch feater than before: m y broth ers servantsWere th en m y fellows; now they are my men .

SEBASTIAN But , for your conscience?

AN T ON IO Ay, sir; where lies that? if twere a kibe,Twou ld pu t m e to m y slipp er: bu t I feel no t

This deity in m y bosom : twen ty consciences,That stand twixt m e and M ilan, candied be theyAnd m elt ere they mo lest! Here lies you r br oth er,No better than the earth he lies up on ,If he were that wh ich now hes like, thats dead;Wh om I, with t his obedient steel, three inches of it,Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you , doin g thu s,To th e perpetual wink for aye might pu tThis ancient m orsel, this Sir Pru den ce, whoShou ld not up braid ou r cour se. For all the rest,Theyll take suggestion as a cat laps m ilk;

Theyll tell the clock to any business thatWe say befits the hou r.

SEBASTIAN Thy case, dear friend ,Shall be my p receden t; as tho u gotst Milan,Ill com e by Nap les. Draw thy sword : one strokeShall free thee from the tr ibute which th ou payest;And I th e king shall love thee.

AN T ON IO Draw to gether;And when I rear m y hand, do you the like,

To fall it on Gon zalo.SEBASTIAN O, but on e word.


16/32



[T hey talk apart]

[Re-en ter ARIEL, invisible]

ARIEL My master th rou gh his art foresees the dangerThat you , his friend , are in; and sends m e forthFor else his pr oject d iesto keep them living.

[Sings in GO N ZALOs ear]

Wh ile you here d o snor ing lie,Op en-eyed conspiracyH is time doth take.If of life you keep a care,Shake off slumber, and beware:Awake, awake!

AN T ON IO Then let us both b e sud den.

GONZALO No w, good angelsPreserve the king.

[Th ey w ake]

ALO N SO Wh y, how now? Ho, awake!Wh y are you d rawn?Wh erefore t his ghastly lookin g?

GONZALO Whats the matter?

SEBASTIAN Wh iles we stood h ere securing your repose,

Even n ow, we heard a h ollow bu rst of bellowingLike bulls, or rath er lion s: didt not wake you ?It struck m ine ear most terribly.

ALO N SO I heard n othing.

AN T ON IO O, twas a din to fright a m on sters ear,To m ake an earthq uake! Sur e, it was the roarOf a who le herd of lion s.

ALO N SO Heard you th is, Gon zalo?

GONZALO Upon m ine hon our, sir, I heard a hum m ing,And that a strange one too , which d id awake me.I shaked you , sir, and cried: as mine eyes opend,I saw their weapon s drawn : there was a no ise,Thats verily. Tis best we stand up on ou r guard,Or that we quit th is place; lets draw ou r weapon s.

ALO N SO Lead off this grou nd ; and lets makefurth er searchFor my poor son.

GONZALO Heavens keep h im from these beasts!

For h e is, sure, i th e island .

ALO N SO Lead away.

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

[Exeunt]

SCENE IIAnother part of the island.

[Enter CA LIBAN with a bu rden of wood. A noise ofthunder heard]

CALIBAN All the infections that th e sun sucks upFrom bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and m ake himBy inch -m eal a disease! H is spirits hear m eAnd yet I needs mu st curse. But theyll no r p inch,Fright m e with u rchinsho ws, pitch m e i the m ire,No r lead m e, like a firebran d, in th e darkOu t of m y way, un less he bid em ; but

For every trifle are they set up on m e;Som etim e like apes that m ow and chatter at m eAnd after b ite me, then like hedgehogs whichLie tum bling in m y barefoot way and m oun tTheir p ricks at m y foot fall; sometime am IAll wou nd with adders who with cloven ton guesDo h iss me into m adness.

[Enter T RIN CULO]

Lo, n ow, lo!

Here com es a spirit of his, and to torm ent m eFor br inging wood in slowly. Ill fall flat;Perchance he will not m ind m e.

TRINCULO Heres neither bu sh no r shru b, to bear offany weather at all, and ano ther stor m brewing; I hear itsing i the wind : yon d sam e black clou d, yond hu geon e, looks like a fou l bom bard that wou ld shed hisliquo r. If it shou ld thu nd er as it did b efore, I know n otwhere to hide m y head: yon d same cloud cannotchoose bu t fall by pailfuls. What have we here? A manor a fish? Dead o r alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; avery ancient an d fish- like smell; a kind of no t o f thenewest Poor - John . A stran ge fish! Were I in Englandno w, as once I was, and had bu t this fish p ainted, no t aho liday fool there bu t wou ld give a piece of silver: therewou ld this m on ster make a m an; any strange beastthere m akes a m an: when they will not give a do it torelieve a lame beggar, th ey will lazy ou t ten to see a deadInd ian. Legged like a m an and his fins like arm s! Warmo m y troth! I do n ow let loose my op inion; hold it no

longer: this is no fish, bu t an islander, th at hath latelysuffered b y a thu nd erbolt.

[Thunder]


17/32


18/32


19/32

The Tem pest : ACT I II


ACT III

SCENE IBefore PR OSPEROs Cell.

[Enter FERDIN AN D, bearing a log]

FERDINAND There be some spor ts are painful, andtheir labou rDelight in them sets off: som e kinds of basenessAre nobly un dergone and m ost poo r m attersPoint to rich end s. This my m ean taskWou ld be as heavy to m e as odious, butThe mistress which I serve quickens whats deadAnd m akes m y labou rs pleasur es: O, she isTen tim es m ore gentle than her fathers crabb ed,And hes com posed of harshn ess. I mu st remove

Som e thou sand s of these logs and pile them up ,Up on a sore injun ction: my sweet m istressWeeps when she sees me work, and says, such basenessHad n ever like executor. I forget:But t hese sweet thou ghts do even refresh m y labou rs,Most busy lest, when I d o it.

[Enter M IRAN DA ; and PROSPERO at adistance, u nseen]

M IR A N DA Alas, now, p ray you,

Wor k not so hard: I wou ld th e lightn ing hadBur nt up tho se logs that you are enjoind to pile!Pray, set it down an d rest you : when th is bu rn s,Twill weep for h aving wearied you . My fatherIs hard at stud y; pray now, rest your self;Hes safe for th ese thr ee hou rs.

FERDINAND O m ost dear m istress,The sun will set before I shall dischargeWh at I mu st strive to do.

M IR A N DA If you ll sit down,

Ill bear your logs the wh ile: pr ay, give m e that;Ill carry it to the p ile.

FERDINAND No, precious creature;I had r ather crack my sinews, break m y back,Than you should such d ishon our un dergo,Wh ile I sit lazy by.

M IR A N DA It would becom e meAs well as it does you : and I shou ld do itWith m uch m ore ease; for m y good will is to it,

And yours it is against.

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

M IR A N DA You look wearily.

FERDINAND No , noble mistress;tis fresh m orn ingwith m eWh en you are by at night. I d o b eseech youChiefly that I m ight set it in m y prayersWh at is your nam e?

M IR A N DA Mirand a.O m y father,I have broke you r h est to say so!

FERDINAND Admired Miranda!Indeed the top of adm iration ! Wo rthWh ats dearest to the wor ld! Full man y a ladyI have eyed with best regard and m any a timeThe harm on y of their ton gues hath into bo nd age

Brou ght m y too d iligent ear: for several virtuesHave I liked several wom en; never anyWith so fun soul, but som e defect in herDid q uar rel with t he n oblest grace she owedAnd pu t it to th e foil: but you, O you,So p erfect and so peerless, are createdOf every creatu res best!

M IR A N DA I do not knowOn e of my sex; no wom ans face rem emb er,Save, from m y glass, m ine own ; nor have I seen

Mor e that I m ay call men than you, good friend,And m y dear father: how featur es are abroad ,I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,The jewel in m y dower, I wou ld no t wishAny com panion in the world bu t you ,Nor can im agination form a shape,Besides you rself, to like of. But I p rat tleSom ething too wildly and m y fathers preceptsI therein do forget.

FERDINAND I am in m y con dition

A pr ince, Miran da; I do t hink, a king;I would, not so!And would no mo re endu reThis wood en slavery than to su fferThe flesh- fly blow m y mou th. H ear my sou l speak:The very in stant th at I saw you , didMy heart fly to your service; there resides,To m ake me slave to it; and for you r sakeAm I this patient logman .

M IR A N DA Do you love me?

FERDINAND O h eaven, O earth , bear witness tothis sou ndAnd crown what I pro fess with kind eventIf I speak t ru e! If ho llowly, invert


20/32

The Tem pest : ACT I II


Wh at best is boded m e to m ischief! IBeyond all limit o f what else i the worldDo love, prize, honou r you.

M IR AN DA I am a foolTo weep at what I am glad of.

PROSPERO Fair encoun terOf two m ost rare affections! Heavens rain graceOn that which breeds between em!

FERDINAND Wh erefore weep you?

M IR AN DA At m ine un worthiness that dare n ot offerWh at I desire to give, and m uch less takeWh at I shall die to wan t. But th is is trifling;And all the more it seeks to h ide itself,The bigger bu lk it shows. Hence, bashful cun n ing!And pro m pt m e, plain an d ho ly inn ocence!

I am your wife, it you will m arry m e;If not , Ill die your m aid: to be you r fellowYou m ay deny me; bu t Ill be your servant,Wh ether you will or n o.

FERDINAND My mistress, dearest;And I thu s hum ble ever.

M IR AN DA My husband, then?

FERDINAND Ay, with a h eart as willingAs bon dage eer of freedom : heres my h and .

M IR AN DA And m ine, with m y heart int; andnow farewellTill half an h ou r hence.

FERDINAND A thousand thousand!

[Exeunt FERDINAND and MIRANDA severally]

PROSPERO So glad of th is as they I cannot b e,Wh o are surp rised withal; bu t m y rejoicing

At noth ing can be more. Ill to m y boo k,For yet ere sup per-time m ust I performMu ch b usiness appertaining.

[Exit]

SCENE IIAnother part of the islan d.

[Enter CALIBAN , ST EPH AN O, andTRINCULO]

STEPHANO Tell not m e; when the but t is out, we willdrink water; not a dro p b efore: therefore bear u p, andboard em. Servant-m on ster, drink to m e.

TRINCULO Servant-m on ster! The folly of this island!They say theres but five upo n this isle: we are threeof them ; if th oth er two be brained like us, thestate totters.

STEPHANO Drink, servant-m on ster, when I bid thee:thy eyes are alm ost set in th y head.

TRINCULO Wh ere shou ld th ey be set else? He were abrave m on ster indeed, if they were set in h is tail.

STEPHANO My man -mo nster h ath drownd h is tonguein sack: for my part, the sea cann ot dr own m e; I swam ,ere I could recover th e shore, five and thirt y leagues offand on . By this light, tho u shalt be m y lieut enan t,mo nster, or m y standard.

TRINCULO You r lieutenan t, if you list; hes no standard.

STEPHANO Well no t ru n, M onsieur Mon ster.

TRINCULO No r go neither; bu t you ll lie like dogs andyet say no thin g neither.

STEPHANO Mo on -calf, speak on ce in thy life, if thoubeest a good m oon -calf.

CALIBAN How do es thy ho no ur ? Let me lick thy shoe.Ill not serve him ; hes no t valiant.

TRINCULO Thou liest, mo st ignorant m on ster: I am in

case to justle a constable. Wh y, thou deboshed fishthou , was there ever man a coward that h ath dr un k som uch sack as I to-d ay? Wilt thou tell a m on strou s lie,being bu t half a fish and half a mon ster?

CALIBAN Lo, ho w he m ocks me! Wilt thou let h im,m y lord?

TRINCULO Lord quoth he! That a mo nster shou ld besuch a natu ral!

CALIBAN Lo, lo, again! Bite him to d eath, I pr ithee.

STEPHANO Trinculo, keep a good to ngue in your head:if you p rove a mu tineer,the n ext tree! The po orm on sters my subject and h e shall not su ffer ind ignity.

CALIBAN I thank m y noble lord. W ilt tho u b e pleased tohearken on ce again to th e suit I m ade to thee?

STEPHANO Mar ry, will I kneel and repeat it; I willstand, and so shall Trinculo.

[Enter ARIEL, invisible]

CALIBAN As I told th ee before, I am subject to a tyran t,a sorcerer, that by his cun ning h ath cheated m e ofthe island .


21/32

The Tempest: ACT III


ARIEL Tho u liest.

CALIBAN Tho u liest, tho u jesting mon key, thou : Iwou ld my valiant m aster wou ld destroy thee! I dono t lie.

STEPHANO Trinculo, if you trou ble him any m ore ins

tale, by this hand , I will supp lant som e of you r teeth.TRINCULO Wh y, I said n othing.

STEPHANO Mum , then, and n o m ore. Proceed.

CALIBAN I say, by sorcery he got th is isle;From m e he got it. if thy greatness willRevenge it on him ,for I know th ou darest,But th is thin g dare not,

STEPHANO Thats m ost certain.

CALIBAN Tho u shalt be lord o f it an d Ill serve thee.

STEPHANO How no w shall this be com passed?Canst thou b ring me to the party?

CALIBAN Yea, yea, my lor d: Ill yield h im thee asleep,Wh ere thou m ayst knock a nail into h is bead.

ARIEL Thou liest; thou canst n ot.

CALIBAN Wh at a pied nin nys this! Tho u scurvy patch!I do beseech th y greatness, give him blows

And take his bottle from him : when th ats gon eHe shall dr ink nou ght bu t brin e; for Ill no t show himWh ere the qu ick freshes are.

STEPHANO Trinculo, run into no furth er danger:interrupt the m onster on e word further, and,by this hand, Ill turn m y mercy out o doorsand m ake a stock-fish o f thee.

TRINCULO Wh y, what did I? I did no thin g. Ill gofarth er o ff.

STEPHANO Didst tho u n ot say he lied?

ARIEL Tho u liest.

STEPHANO Do I so? Take thou that.

[Beats T RIN CULO]

As you like this, give me th e lie another t ime.

TRINCULO I did n ot give the lie. Ou t o you r

wits and bearing too ? A pox o you r bottle!This can sack and drinking do . A m ur rain onyour m on ster, and the devil take you r fingers!

CALIBAN Ha, ha, ha!

STEPHANO No w, forward with your tale. Prithee, standfarther off.

CALIBAN Beat him enou gh: after a little timeIll beat him too .

STEPHANO Stand farther. Com e, proceed.

CALIBAN Wh y, as I told thee, tis a custom with him ,I th aftern oon to sleep: there thou m ayst brain h im,Having first seized h is books, or with a logBatter his skull, or p aun ch him with a stake,Or cut h is wezand with thy knife. Remem berFirst to p ossess his books; for withou t th emHes but a sot, as I am, no r hath no tOn e spirit to comm and: they all do hate himAs roo tedly as I. Bur n b ut his books.

He has brave ut ensils,for so he calls them Wh ich wh en h e has a hou se, hell deck withalAnd th at most deeply to con sider isThe beau ty of his daughter; he himselfCalls her a n on pareil: I never saw a wom an,But o nly Sycorax my dam and she;But she as far sur passeth SycoraxAs greatst does least.

STEPHANO Is it so b rave a lass?

CALIBAN Ay, lord; she will becom e thy bed, I warran t.And bring thee forth brave broo d.

STEPHANO Mo nster, I will kill th is m an: his dau ghterand I will be king an d queen save ou r graces!AndTrinculo an d thyself shall be viceroys. Dost th ou likethe p lot, Trinculo?

TRINCULO Excellent.

STEPHANO Give m e thy hand: I am sorr y I beat thee;bu t, while thou livest, keep a good ton gue in thy head.

CALIBAN With in th is half hou r will he be asleep:Wilt thou destroy him th en?

STEPHANO Ay, on m ine honour.

ARIEL This will I tell m y master .

CALIBAN Tho u m akest m e merry; I am full of pleasure:Let u s be jocu nd: will you troll the catchYou t aught m e but while-ere?

STEPHANO At thy request, monster, I will do reason,any reason. Com e on, Tr inculo, let u s sing.


22/32


23/32

The Tempest: ACT III


AN T ON IO Ill believe bo th ;And what does else want credit, com e to m e,And Ill be sworn tis tru e: travellers neer d id lie,Thou gh fools at hom e con demn em.

GONZALO If in Nap lesI sho uld report t his now, would th ey believe me?

If I sho uld say, I saw such islandersFor, certes, these are peop le of the island Wh o, thou gh they are of m on strous shape, yet, no te,Their mann ers are more gentle-kind than o fOu r hu m an generation you shall findMan y, nay, alm ost any.

PROSPERO [Aside] Ho nest lord,Tho u h ast said well; for som e of you there p resentAre worse than devils.

ALO N SO I cannot too m uch mu seSuch shapes, such gestu re and such sound , expressing,Altho ugh they want t he use of ton gue, a kindOf excellent du m b discourse.

PROSPERO [Aside] Praise in departing.

FRANCISCO They vanishd stran gely.

SEBASTIAN No m atter, sinceThey have left their viands behind ; for we havestomachs.

Willt p lease you taste of what is here?

ALO N SO Not I.

GONZALO Faith, sir, you need n ot fear. When wewere boys,Wh o wou ld believe that there were m ou ntaineersDew-lappd like bu lls, whose throats hadhan ging at emWallets of flesh? Or that there were such m enWh ose heads stood in their breasts? Wh ich n owwe findEach p ut ter-out o f five for o ne will bring usGood warrant of.

ALO N SO I will stand to an d feed,Altho ugh m y last: no m atter, since I feelThe best is past. Brother, m y lord the duke,Stand to and do as we.

[Thu nder and lightn ing. Enter AR IEL, like aharpy; claps his win gs upon the table; and,with a qu aint device, the banquet van ishes]

ARIEL You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,That hath to instrum ent this lower world

And what is in t, the never-sur feited seaHath caused to belch up you; and on this islandWh ere m an doth no t inhabit; you m on gst menBeing most un fit to live. I have mad e you m ad;And even with such-like valou r m en h ang and drownTheir p rop er selves.

[ALO N SO, SEBAST IAN &c. draw th eir swords]

You fools! I and m y fellowsAre m inisters of Fate: the elem ents,Of whom your sword s are temperd, may as wellWou nd the lou d winds, or with b emockd-at stabsKill the still-closing waters, as dim inishOn e dowle thats in m y plum e: m y fellow-m inistersAre like invu lnerable. If you could h ur t,You r swords are now too m assy for your strength sAnd will not be up lifted. But r emem ber

For thats my bu siness to you that you threeFrom M ilan did supplant good Prospero;Exposed unto the sea, which hath r equit it,H im an d his inn ocent child: for wh ich foul deedThe p owers, delaying, n ot forgetting, haveIncensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatur es,Against your peace. Thee of th y son , Alon so,They have bereft; and do pro no un ce by me:Lingering perdition , worse than any deathCan be at on ce, shall step by step attendYou and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from

Which here, in th is most desolate isle, else fallsUpo n your headsis no thing but heart-sorrowAnd a clear life ensu ing.

[H e vanishes in t hu nder; then, to soft m usicenter the Shapes again , and dan ce, withm ocks and m ows, and carrying out th e table]

PROSPERO Bravely the figure o f this harp y hast tho uPerform d, m y Ariel; a grace it had, d evou ring:Of my instruction hast thou n othing bated

In wh at tho u h adst to say: so, with goo d lifeAnd o bservation strange, m y meaner m inistersTheir several kind s have do ne. My high charm s workAnd th ese min e enemies are all knit upIn th eir distractions; they now are in m y power;And in t hese fits I leave them , while I visitYoun g Ferdinand , whom they sup pose is drown d,And h is and m ine loved d arling.

[Exit above]

GONZALO I the n am e of som ething h oly, sir, whystand youIn t his strange stare?


24/32


25/32

The Tem pest : ACT IV


Will be here with m op an d m ow.Do you love m e, m aster? No ?

PROSPERO Dearly my delicate Ariel. Do no t approachTill thou do st hear m e call.

ARIEL Well, I con ceive.

[Exit]

PROSPERO Look thou b e true; do n ot give dallianceToo m uch th e rein: the stron gest oaths are strawTo th e fire i the blood : be m ore abstemious,Or else, good night you r vow!

FERDINAND I warrant you sir;The white cold virgin snow up on m y heartAbates the ard ou r o f my liver.

PROSPERO Well.No w com e, my Ariel! Bring a coro llary,Rather than want a spirit: app ear and p ertly!No tongue! All eyes! Be silent.

[Soft m usic]

[Enter IRIS]

IR IS Ceres, m ost bou nteous lady, thy rich leasOf wheat, rye, bar ley, vetches, oats and p ease;Thy tu rfy m ou n tains, where live nibb ling sheep,And flat m eads thatchd with stover, them to keep;Thy banks with p ioned an d twilled brims,Wh ich spo ngy Apr il at thy hest betrim s,To m ake cold nym phs chaste crowns; and thybroo m -groves,Wh ose shadow th e dismissed bachelor loves,Being lass-lorn: thy pole-clipt vineyard;And th y sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,Wh ere thou thyself dost air;th e queen o the sky,Wh ose watery arch and m essenger am I,

Bids thee leave these, and with h er sovereign grace,Here on this grass-p lot, in th is very place,To com e and spo rt: her peacocks fly am ain:Appro ach, rich Ceres, her to en tertain.

[Enter CERES]

CERES Hail, many-colour d m essenger, th at neerDost disobey the wife of Jupiter;Wh o with th y saffron wings upo n m y flowersDiffusest honey-dr ops, refreshing showers,

And with each end of thy blue bow do st crownMy bosky acres and m y unshru bbd d own,Rich scarf to m y prou d earth; why hath th y queenSummond me hither, to this short-grassd green?

IR IS A con tract of true love to celebrate;And som e don ation freely to estateOn the b lest lovers.

CERES Tell m e, heavenly bow,If Venu s or her son, as thou dost know,Do n ow attend the qu een? Since they did p lot

The m eans that dusky Dis m y daughter got,Her and her b lind boys scandald comp anyI have forsworn .

IR IS Of h er societyBe no t afraid: I m et her d eityCutting the clou ds towards Paphos and her sonDove-drawn with her. Here thou ght they to h ave don eSom e wanton charm u pon this man and m aid,Wh ose vows are, that n o bed -right shall be paidTill Hym ens torch be lighted: bu t vain;

Marss hot m inion is return ed again;Her waspish-h eaded son has broke his arro ws,Swears he will sho ot n o m ore bu t play with sparro wsAnd be a boy right ou t.

CERES Highst qu een o f state,Great Juno , com es; I kno w her by her gait.

[Enter JUNO]

JUN O How does my bou nteou s sister? Go with m eTo bless this twain, th at they may prosperou s be

And h on our d in their issue.

[They sing:]

JUN O H ono ur, riches, m arriage-blessing,Long con tinuan ce, and increasing,H our ly joys be still upo n you!Jun o sings her blessings upon you.

CERES Earths increase, foison plenty,Barns and garners never em pty,Vines and clustering bun ches growing,

Plants with goodly burth en bowing;Spring com e to you at t he farthestIn th e very end of harvest!Scarcity and want shall shun you;Ceres blessing so is on you.

FERDINAND This is a most m ajestic vision , andHarm on iously charm ingly. May I be boldTo th ink th ese spirits?

PROSPERO Spirits, which by mine artI have from their con fines calld t o en act

My p resent fancies.


26/32

The Tem pest : ACT IV


FERDINAND Let m e live here ever;So rar e a wond erd father an d a wifeMakes th is place Parad ise.

[JUN O and CERES wh isper, and send Irison em ploym ent]

PROSPERO Sweet, n ow, silence!Jun o an d Ceres whisper seriou sly;Theres som ething else to do : hu sh, and be m ute,Or else our spell is marrd.

IR IS You nymp hs, calld N aiads, of thewind ring brooks,With you r sedged crown s and ever-h arm less looks,Leave you r crisp chann els and o n this green landAnswer you r sum m on s; Jun o does comm and:Com e, temp erate nym phs, and h elp to celebrate

A con tract of tru e love; be no t too late.

[Enter certain N ym phs]

You sunbu rn t sicklemen , of Augu st weary,Com e hither from the fur row and be merry:Make ho liday; your r ye-straw hats pu t onAnd these fresh nym ph s encounter every oneIn coun try footing.

[Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they

join with the N ym phs in a gracefu l dan ce;towards the end wh ereof PRO SPERO startssuddenly, and speaks; after which, to astrange, hollow, an d confu sed n oise, theyheavily vanish]

PROSPERO [Aside] I had forgot that fou l conspiracyOf the beast Caliban an d h is confederatesAgainst m y life: the m inu te of their p lotIs almost com e.

[To the Spirits]Well done! Avoid; no m ore!

FERDINAND This is strange: you r fathers insome passionThat works h im strongly.

M IR AN DA Never till this daySaw I him to uch d with an ger so distemp erd.

PROSPERO You do look, my son , in a m oved sort,

As if you were d ismayd: be ch eerful, sir.Ou r revels now are ended. These our actor s,As I foreto ld you , were all spir its andAre m elted into air, into th in air:

And , like th e baseless fabric of th is vision ,The cloud -capp d t owers, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Ye all which it in herit, shall dissolveAnd, like this insubstantial pageant faded,Leave no t a rack behin d. We are such stuffAs dreams are mad e on, and our little life

Is rou nded with a sleep. Sir, I am vexd;Bear with m y weakness; m y, brain is trou bled:Be not disturb d with m y infirm ity:If you be p leased, retire into m y cellAnd there repose: a tu rn or two Ill walk,To still my beating min d.

[Exeunt]

PROSPERO Com e with a thought. I thank thee,Ariel: com e.

[Enter ARIEL]

ARIEL Thy th ou ghts I cleave to. Whats thy p leasure?

PROSPERO Spirit,We m ust prepare to m eet with Caliban.

ARIEL Ay, my com m and er: when I presented Ceres,I tho ugh t to h ave told th ee of it, but I feardLest I m ight anger th ee.

PROSPERO Say again, where didst thou leavethese varlets?

ARIEL I told you, sir, they were red-hot with dr inking;So fun of valour t hat th ey smo te the airFor br eathing in th eir faces; beat the grou ndFor k issing of th eir feet; yet always bend ingTowards their pr oject. Then I beat my tabour ;

At which, like unbackd colts, they pr ickd th eir ears,Advanced their eyelids, lifted u p their n osesAs they smelt m usic: so I charm d their earsThat calf-like they m y lowing followd thr ou ghToo thd briers, sharp fur zes, pr icking goss and tho rn s,Wh ich entered their frail shin s: at last I left themI the filthy-m antled pool beyond your cell,There dancing up to th e chins, that th e foul lakeOerstun k th eir feet.

PROSPERO This was well done, my bird .

Thy shap e invisible retain tho u still:The trum pery in m y house, go bring it hither,For stale to catch th ese th ieves.

FERDINANDWe wish your peace.

M IR AN DA


27/32


28/32

The Tem pest : ACT V


ARIEL Silver I there it goes, Silver!

PROSPERO Fury, Fury! There, Tyran t, there!Hark! Hark!

[CALIBAN , STEPHA N O, and TRIN CULO,are driven ou t]

Go charge my goblins that they grind their jointsWith dry convulsion s, shor ten u p their sinews

With aged cramp s, and m ore pinch-spottedm ake themThan pard or cat o mo un tain.

ARIEL Hark, they roar!

PROSPERO Let them be hu nted sou nd ly. At this hou r

Lie at m y mercy all mine enem ies:Sho rtly shall all my labou rs end, and th ouShalt have the air at freedom : for a littleFollow, and do m e service.

[Exeunt]

ACT V

SCENE IBefore PROSPEROs cell.

[Enter PRO SPERO in h is m agic robes, and ARIEL]

PROSPERO Now d oes my project gather to a head:My charm s crack no t; my spirits obey; and timeGoes up right with his carriage. Ho ws the day?

ARIEL On the sixth ho ur; at which tim e, my lord ,

You said our work should cease.

PROSPERO I did say so,Wh en first I raised th e temp est. Say, m y spirit,How fares the king ands followers?

ARIEL Con fined togetherIn t he same fashion as you gave in charge,Just as you left them ; all pr isoners, sir,In the line-grove which weather-fend s you r cell;They cann ot b ud ge till your release. The king,H is bro ther an d you rs, abide all thr ee distractedAnd the remainder m ourn ing over them,Brim ful of sorr ow and d ism ay; bu t chieflyHim th at you term d, sir, The good o ld lord Gon zalo;His tears run down h is beard, like win ters dr opsFrom eaves of reeds. You r charm so stron gly works emThat if you no w beheld th em, your affectionsWou ld become tend er.

PROSPERO Dost tho u th ink so, spirit?

ARIEL Mine would, sir, were I hu m an.

PROSPERO And m ine shall.Hast thou , which art b ut air, a touch , a feelingOf their afflictions, and shall not myself,

On e of their kind , that r elish all as sharply,Passion as they, be kind lier m oved th an th ou art?Thou gh with th eir h igh wron gs I am struck tothe quick,Yet with m y nobler reason gaitist my fur yDo I t ake part: the rarer action isIn virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent ,The sole drift of m y pur pose doth extendNo t a frown fur ther. Go release them , Ariel:My char m s Ill break, their senses Ill restor e,

And they shall be th emselves.

ARIEL Ill fetch th em, sir.

[Exit]

PROSPERO Ye elves of hills, brooks, stand ing lakesand groves,And ye that on t he sands with prin tless footDo chase the ebbing Neptu ne and do fly himWh en he com es back; you dem i-pup pets that

By m oon shine do th e green sour r inglets make,Wh ereof the ewe not bites, and you who se pastimeIs to m ake m idnight mu shroom s, that rejoiceTo h ear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,Weak m asters though ye be, I have bedimm dThe no on tide sun , calld forth the m utinou s wind s,And twixt the green sea and the azured vaultSet roaring war: to the dread r attling thu nd erHave I given fire and rifted Joves stout oakWith his own bolt; the strong-based prom on toryHave I mad e shake and by the spurs pluckd u p

The pine an d cedar: graves at my com m andHave waked th eir sleepers, oped, and let em forthBy m y so poten t art. But t his rough magicI here abjure, and, when I h ave requ ired


29/32



Som e heaven ly m usic, which even n ow I do ,To work m ine end up on their senses thatTh is airy charm is for , Ill break my staff,Bur y it certain fathom s in th e earth ,And deeper than d id ever plum m et sou ndIll drown m y boo k.

[Solemn m usic]

[Re-enter ARIEL before: then A LON SO, with afrantic gesture, at tended by GON Z ALO ;SEBASTIAN and AN TO N IO in like m anner,attended by ADRIA N and FRAN CISCO they allenter the circle wh ich PROSPERO had m ade,and there stand charm ed; wh ich PROSPEROobserving, speaks:]

A solemn air and th e best com forterTo an u nsettled fancy cur e thy brains,No w u seless, bo ild within thy sku ll! There stand ,For you are spell-stop pd.Holy Gon zalo, hon ou rable m an,Mine eyes, even sociable to th e show o f thine,Fall fellowly dr op s. The char m dissolves apace,And as the morn ing steals up on the night,Melting the d arkn ess, so t heir r ising sensesBegin to chase the ignor ant fum es that m ant leTheir clearer reason . O good Go nzalo,

My true p reserver, and a loyal sirTo him you followst! I will pay thy gracesHom e both in word an d deed. Most cruellyDidst thou, Alon so, use me and m y daughter:Thy broth er was a furtherer in th e act.Tho u art p inchd fort n ow, Sebastian. Flesh an d blood,You , broth er m ine, that entertaind am bition ,Expelld r emo rse and natu re; who , with Sebastian,Wh ose inward pinches therefore are m ost strong,Wo uld h ere have killd you r king; I do forgive thee,Unn atural though th ou art. Their und erstanding

Begins to swell, and the ap proaching tideWill shortly fill the reasonable shoreThat no w lies foul and m ud dy. Not on e of themThat yet looks on m e, or would kn ow m e Ariel,Fetch m e the hat an d rapier in m y cell:I will discase me, and m yself pr esen tAs I was som etime Milan: qu ickly, spirit;Tho u shalt ere long be free.

[ARIEL sings and helps to attire him ]

Wh ere the bee sucks, there suck I:In a cowslips bell I lie;There I couch when o wls do cry.On th e bats back I do flyAfter sum m er m errily.

Mer rily, m errily shall I live nowUnder th e blossom that hangs on the bough.

PROSPERO Wh y, thats m y dainty Ariel!I shall miss thee:But yet th ou shalt have freedom : so, so, so.To the kin gs ship, invisible as tho u art:

There shalt thou find th e marin ers asleepUn der th e hatches; the master and the bo atswainBeing awake, enforce them to this place,And p resen tly, I prith ee.

ARIEL I drink th e air before m e, and returnOr ere you r p ulse twice beat.

[Exit]

GONZALO All torm ent, trou ble, wond erand amazement

Inh abits here: some heaven ly power guide usOu t of this fearful cou n try!

PROSPERO Behold, sir king,The wron ged Du ke of Milan, Prospero:For m ore assuran ce that a living pr inceDoes now speak to thee, I embrace thy bod y;And to th ee and th y com pany I bidA hearty welcome.

ALO N SO Whether thou best he or no,

Or some enchanted trifle to abu se m e,As late I have been, I n ot kn ow: thy pu lseBeats as of flesh an d b lood ; and , since I saw thee,The affliction of my mind amends, with which,I fear, a m adn ess held m e: this m ust crave,An if this be at all, a most stran ge sto ry.Thy dukedom I resign an d do entreatThou pardo n m e my wron gs. But h ow shou ld ProsperoBe living and be here?

PROSPERO First, no ble friend ,

Let me emb race thine age, whose hon our cann otBe m easured or confined.

GONZALO Wh ether this beOr be not, Ill no t swear.

PROSPERO You do yet tasteSome subt ilties o the isle, th at will not let youBelieve things certain . Welcom e, my friends all!

[Aside to SEBASTIAN and AN TO N IO]

But you , my brace of lord s, were I so m inded,I here could pluck his highn ess frown u pon youAnd justify you traitor s: at th is tim eI will tell no tales.


30/32



SEBASTIAN [Aside] The d evil speaks in h im.

PROSPERO No.For you, m ost wicked sir, whom to call broth erWou ld even infect m y mo uth , I do forgiveThy ran kest fault; all of them ; and requ ireMy du kedom of thee, which perforce, I know,

Thou m ust restore.

ALO N SO If tho u best Prospero,Give us particulars of thy preservation ;How thou hast met us here, who thr ee hou rs sinceWere wreckd u po n this shore; where I have lostHow sharp th e point o f this remem bran ce is!My dear son Ferdinan d.

PROSPERO I am woe fort, sir.

ALO N SO Irrepar able is the loss, and patience

Says it is past h er cure.

PROSPERO I rather thinkYou have no t sough t her help, of whose soft graceFor t he like loss I have her sovereign aidAnd r est m yself con tent.

ALO N SO You the like loss!

PROSPERO As great to m e as late; and , suppor tableTo m ake the dear loss, have I m eans mu ch weakerThan you m ay call to com fort you, for IHave lost m y daughter.

ALO N SO A daughter?O h eavens, that th ey were living both in Nap les,The king an d queen there! That th ey were, I wishMyself were mu dd ed in th at oozy bedWh ere my son lies. Wh en d id you lose your daughter?

PROSPERO In this last tem pest. I perceive these lordsAt this encoun ter do so m uch adm ireThat th ey devour th eir reason an d scarce think

Their eyes do o ffices of tru th, th eir wordsAre natur al breath : bu t, howsoeer you h aveBeen justled from your senses, know for certainThat I am Pro spero and that very du keWh ich was thr ust forth o f Milan, who most stran gelyUp on th is shore, where you were wreckd, was land ed,To be the lord on t. No m ore yet of this;For tis a chron icle of day by day,No t a relation for a breakfast no rBefitting th is first meetin g. Welcom e, sir;This cells my cour t: here have I few attendant sAnd sub jects no ne abro ad: pray you , look in .My du kedom since you have given m e again,I will requite you with as good a thin g;

At least bring forth a won der, to con tent yeAs m uch as m e my dukedom .

[H ere PROSPERO discovers FERDIN AN D an dM IR AN DA playin g at chess]

M IR AN DA Sweet lord , you play me false.

FERDINAND No , m y dearst love,I would no t for the world.

M IR AN DA Yes, for a score of kingdom s you shou ldwrangle,And I wou ld call it, fair p lay.

ALO N SO If this proveA vision of the Island , one dear sonShall I twice lose.

SEBASTIAN A most h igh m iracle!

FERDINAND Tho ugh th e seas thr eaten, theyare m erciful;I have cursed them withou t cause.

[Kneels]

ALO N SO Now all the blessingsOf a glad father com pass thee abou t!Arise, and say ho w thou cam est here.

M IR AN DA O, wonder!How many goodly creatures are there here!How beauteous m ankind is! O b rave new world,That h as such peop le int!

PROSPERO Tis new to thee.

ALO N SO Wh at is this m aid with whom thou wastat p lay?You r eldst acquaintan ce cann ot be thr ee ho ur s:Is she th e goddess that h ath severd u s,

And bro ught u s thus together?

FERDINAND Sir, she is m or tal;But b y im m ort al Providence shes mine:I chose her when I cou ld no t ask my fatherFor his advice, no r th ou ght I had on e. SheIs daughter to th is famo us Du ke of Milan,Of whom so often I have heard reno wn,But never saw before; of whom I haveReceived a second life; and second fatherThis lady makes him to m e.

ALO N SO I am h ers:But , O, how odd ly will it soun d th at IMust ask my child forgiveness!


31/32



PROSPERO There, sir, stop :Let us no t burth en our r ememb rance withA heaviness thats gon e.

GONZALO I have inly wept ,Or shou ld have spoke ere this. Look down , you god,And on this cou ple drop a blessed crown!

For it is you that have chalkd forth t he wayWh ich bro ught us hither.

ALO N SO I say, Amen, Go nzalo!

GONZALO Was Milan th ru st from Milan, that his issueSho uld becom e kings of Nap les? O, r ejoiceBeyon d a com m on joy, and set it do wnWith gold on lasting pillars: In on e voyageDid Claribel her hu sband find at Tu nis,And Ferdinan d, her bro ther, foun d a wifeWh ere he him self was lost, Pro spero h is du kedomIn a po or isle and all of us ou rselvesWhen n o m an was his own.

ALO N SO [To FERDINA N D and M IRAN DA] Give m eyour hands:Let grief and sorro w still embr ace his heartThat do th n ot wish you joy!

GONZALO Be it so! Am en!

[Re-enter ARIEL, with the M aster and Boatswain

am azedly followin g]

O, look , sir, look, sir! Here is m ore o f us:I pr ophesied, if a gallows were on land,Th is fellow could n ot dr own . Now, blasph emy,That swearst grace oerboar d, no t an oath on shore?H ast thou no m ou th by land? Wh at is the news?

BO AT SW A IN The best news is, that we have safely foundOu r king and comp any; the next, our shipWhich , bu t th ree glasses since, we gave ou t split

Is tight and yare and b ravely riggd as whenWe first pu t ou t to sea.

A RIEL [Aside to PROSPERO ] Sir, all this serviceH ave I don e since I went.

PROSPERO [Aside to AR IEL] My tr icksy spir it!

A LO N SO These are no t n atur al event s; they strengthenFrom strange to stranger. Say, ho w cam e you hither?

BO AT SW A IN If I did thin k, sir, I were well awake,

Ild strive to tell you . We were dead of sleep,And how we kno w no tall clappd u nd er hatches;Wh ere but even n ow with strange and several noisesOf r oarin g, shr ieking, ho wling, jingling chains,And m ore d iversity of sou nds, all horr ible,

We were awaked; straigh tway, at liber ty;Wh ere we, in all her trim , freshly beheldOu r ro yal, good an d gallant ship, our m asterCapering to eye her: on a trice, so please you,Even in a d ream , were we divided from themAnd were brought m oping hither.

ARIEL [Aside to PROSPERO ] Wast well do ne?

PROSPERO [Aside to AR IEL] Bravely, my diligence.Tho u shalt be free.

ALO N SO This is as stran ge a maze as eer m en t rodAnd th ere is in this business m ore than natu reWas ever con du ct of: som e oracleMu st rectify ou r kn owledge.

PROSPERO Sir, my liege,Do n ot infest your m ind with beating on

The strangeness of th is bu siness; at pickd leisureWhich shall be shor tly, single Ill resolve you ,Wh ich to you shall seem p rob able, of everyThese happen d accidents; till when, be cheerfulAnd thin k of each th ing well.

[Aside to ARIEL]

Com e hither, spirit:Set Caliban an d h is com pan ions free;Un tie the spell.

[Exit ARIEL]

How fares my graciou s sir?There are yet m issing of you r com pan ySom e few odd lads that you rem ember n ot.

[Re-enter AR IEL, driving in CA LIBAN ,STEPHA N O and T RINCU LO, in theirstolen apparel]

STEPHANO Every man shift for all the r est, andlet n o m an take care for him self; for all isbut fortune. Coragio, bully-monster, coragio!

TRINCULO If these be tru e spies which I wear in m yhead , heres a good ly sight .

CALIBAN O Setebos, these be brave spirits ind eed!How fine my m aster is! I am afraidHe will chastise m e.

SEBASTIAN Ha, ha!

Wh at things are these, my lord Anto nio?Will m on ey bu y em?

AN T ON IO Very like; on e of themIs a plain fish, and, no do ub t, marketable.


32/32


PROSPERO Mark bu t th e badges of these men , m y lord s,Then say if they be tru e. This mis-shap en kn ave,H is m other was a witch, and on e so stron gThat could contr ol the m oon , make flows and ebbs,And deal in her comm and withou t her power.These three have robbd me; and this dem i-devilFor hes a bastard o neh ad plotted with th em

To take m y life. Two of th ese fellows youMu st know and own; this thing of darkness!Acknowledge m ine.

CALIBAN I shall be pinchd t o death.

ALO N SO Is no t this Stephano , my dru nken b utler?

SEBASTIAN He is drun k no w: where had h e wine?

ALO N SO And Trincu lo is reeling ripe: whereshould they

Find this gran d liqu or th at hath gilded em?How camest thou in th is pickle?

TRINCULO I have been in such a p ickle since Isaw you last th at, I fear m e, will never ou t ofmy bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.

SEBASTIAN Wh y, how n ow, Stephano !

STEPHANO O, touch m e not; I am n ot Stephano, buta cramp .

PROSPERO You ld be k ing o the isle, sirrah ?

STEPHANO I should h ave been a sore one then.

ALO N SO This is a strange thing as eer I lookd on .

[Pointing to Caliban]

PROSPERO He is as dispro portion d in his mann ersAs in h is shape. Go, sirrah, to m y cell;Take with you your com pan ions; as you lookTo have my pardon , trim it hand somely.

CALIBAN Ay, that I will; and Ill be wise hereafterAnd seek for grace. Wh at a thr ice-doub le assWas I, to take this drun kard for a godAnd wor ship this du ll fool!

PROSPERO Go to; away!

ALO N SO Hence, and bestow you r luggage where youfou nd it.

SEBASTIAN Or stole it, rather.

[Exeunt CA LIBAN STEPHA N O and T RINCULO]

PROSPERO Sir, I invite your highn ess and your trainTo m y poor cell, where you shall take your restFor t his on e night ; which , part of it, Ill wasteWith such discourse as, I no t doub t, shall m ake itGo q uick away; the story of my lifeAnd th e particular acciden ts gon e bySince I cam e to th is isle: and in the m orn

Ill brin g you to you r ship an d so to N aples,Wh ere I have hop e to see the nu ptialOf these our d ear-beloved solem n ized;And th ence retire me to m y Milan, whereEvery third tho ugh t shall be m y grave.

A LO N SO I lon gTo h ear the story of you r life, which m ustTake the ear strangely.

PROSPERO Ill deliver all;

And prom ise you calm seas, auspicious galesAnd sail so expeditious that shall catchYou r r oyal fleet far o ff.

[Aside to ARIEL]

My Ariel, chick,That is thy charge: then to th e elem entsBe free, and fare th ou well! Please you , draw near .

[Exeunt]

EPILOGUE

PROSPERO Now m y charms are all oerthrown ,And what strength I haves mine own ,Wh ich is most faint : now, tis true,I m ust be here confined b y you,Or sent to N aples. Let m e not,Since I have my dukedom gotAnd p ardo nd the deceiver, dwellIn this bare island by your spell;But release m e from m y bandsWith th e help of you r good han ds:Gentle breath of yours m y sailsMu st fill, or else my pro ject fails,Wh ich was to p lease. Now I wantSpirits to enforce, art to enchan t,And m y end ing is despair,Un less I be relieved by prayer,Wh ich pierces so that it assaultsMercy itself and frees all faults.As you from crim es would p ardon d b e,

Let your indulgence set m e free.

shakespeare, william - the tempest

Documents