THE

TEMPEST

ACT I. SCENE I.

Oh a Ship at Sea.

A tempefluous no 'tfe of thunder and lightning heard: Enter a

Ship-maflery and a Boat/wain,
Master.

I Oatfwain.
Boatf. Here mafter : what cheer ?

Mafl. Good, fpeak to th' mariners: fall to't,

yarely, or \ye run our felves a-ground j beftir,
beftir.

Rnter Mariners.

Boatf. Hey my hearts, cheerly my hearts • yare, yare j take

in the top-fail j tend to th' matter's whittle ; blow 'till thou burft
thy wind, if room enough.

Rnter Alonfo, Sebattian, Anthonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo,

and others.

Alon. Good Boatfwain have care : where's the mafter ? play

the men,

B z Boatf
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Boatf, I pray now keep below.

Ant, Where is the mafter, boatfwain ?

Boatf. Do you not hear him ? you mar our labour ; keep your
cabins ,• you affift the ftorm.
Gonz. Nay, good be patient.
Boatf. When the fea is. Hence, what care thefe Roarers

for the name of King ? to cabin j filence ,• trouble us not.

Gonz. Good : yet remember whom thou haft aboard.

Boatf None that I more love than my felf. You are a coun-
fellorj if you can command thefe elements to filence, and

work the peace of the prefcnt, we will not hand a rope more •

ufe your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd
ib long, and make your felf ready in your cabin for the mifchance
of the hour, if it fo hap. Cheerly good hearts : out of our way,
I fay.. [Exit.
Gonz. I have great comfort from this fellow j methinks he
hath no drowning mark upon him ^ his complexion is perfe(5t
gallows. Stand faft, good fate, to his hanging ; make the rope
of his deftiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage : if

he be not born to be hang'd, our cafe is miferable. [Exit,

Re-enter Boatfwain.

Boatf Down with the top-maft : yarc, lower, lower,- bring

her to try with main-courfe. A plague upon this howling
A cry ivithin. Enter Sebaftian, Anthonio and Gonzalo.
they are louder than the weather, or our office. Yet again ?

what do you here? fhall we give o'er and drown? have you a
mind to fink ?

S.ebaf. A pox o' your tkroat, you bawling, blafphemous, un-

charitable dog.
Boatf Work you then.

Ant. Hang cur, hang, you whorefon infolent noife-maker^

we are lefs afraid to be drown'd than thou art.
Gonz,
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Gonz. I'll warrant him for drowning, though the fhip were

no ftronger than a nut-fliell, and as leaky as an unftanch'd

wench.

Boaif. Lay her a hold, a hold ,• fet her two courfes ofif to
Tea again, lay her off.
Enter Mariners wet.

Mar. All loft! to prayers, to prayers! all loft!

Boatf. What, muft our mouths be cold ?

Gonz. The King and Prince at pray'rs! let us aflift 'em.

For our cafe is as theirs.

Seh. Pm out of patience.

Ant, We're meerly cheated of our lives by drunkards.

This wide-chopt rafcal would thou might'ft lye drowning
The wafhing of ten tides !

Gonz. He'll be hang*d yet,

Though every drop of water fwear againft it.

And gape at wid'ft to glut him. Mercy on us!

We fplit, we fplit! farewel my wife and \A confu

child fed noife whh'm.
ren.
Brother farewel : we fplit, we fpUt, we fplit!

Ant. Let's all fmk with the King*

Seh. Let's take leave of him. \Ex'tt.

Gonz. Now would I give a thoufand furlongs of fea 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. [&//.

SCENE 11.

Tloe Inchanted I/land,

Enter Profpero and Miranda^

Mir a. TV by your art (my deareft father) you have

X Put* the wild waters in this roar, allay them i

The
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The sky it feems would pour down ftinking pitch,

But that the Tea, mounting to th' welkin's cheek,

Dafhes the fire out. O ! I have fuffer'd
With thofe that I faw fuffer : a brave velTel

(Who had, no doubt, fome noble creature in her)

Dafh'd all to pieces. Oh ! the cry did knock

Againfl my very heart: poor fouls, they perifh'd!
Had I been any God of pow'r, I would
Have funk the fea within the earth or ere

It (hould the good fhip fo have fwallow'd, and

The ' fraighted fouls within her.
Pro. Be collected j

No more amazement ,• tell your piteous heart,

There's no harm done.
Mtra. O wo the day !
Pro. 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'm more, or better

Than Profpero^ mafter of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father.
Mtra. More to know

Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Pro. 'Tis time
1 ftiould inform thee farther. Lend thy hand.

And pluck my magick garment from me: fo!

[La'^s down his mantle.

Lye there my Art. Wipe thou thine eyes, have comfort.

The direful fpedacle of the wrack, which touch'd

The very virtue of compaflion in thee,
I have with fuch compaffion in mine art

So fafcly order'd, that there's no foul loft;

No not fo much perdition as an hair Betid
^fra:ghting.
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Betid to any creature in the veffel

Which thou heard'ft cry, which thou faw'ft fink : fit down,
For thou muft now know farther,
Mira. You have often

Begun to tell me what I am, but ftopt,

And left me to the bootle/s inquifition
Concluding, Stay^ not yet.

Pro, The hour's now come.

The very minute bids thee ope thine ear,
Obey, and be attentive. Canft remember
A time before we came unto this cell?

I do not think thou canft, for then thou waft not

Full three years old.
Mtra. Certainly, Sir, I can.
Pro. By what ? by any other houfe, or perfon ?
Of any thing the image, tell me, that
Hath kept in thy remembrance.

Mira. 'Tis far off,-

And rather like a dream, than an affurance
That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
Four or five women once that tended me }

Pro. Thou hadft, and more, Miranda : but how is it

That this lives in thy mind ? what feeft thou elfe

In the dark back-ward and abyfme of time ?

If thou remember'ft ought ere thou cam'ft here,

How thou cam'ft here thou may'ft.
Mira. But that I do not.

Pro. 'Tis twelve years fince, Miranda j twelve years fince

Thy father was the Duke of M'dan, and

A Prince of Pow'r.
Mira. Sir, are not you my father ?
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She faid thou waft my daughter ; and thy father
Was
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Was Duke of Mdany and his only heir

A ^ Princefs, no worfe ifTu'd.

Mira. O the heav'ns!
What foul play had we that we came from thence >
Or bleffed was't we did ?
Pro. Both, both, my girl :

By foul play (as thou fay'ft) were we heav'd thence,

But blefledly help'd hither.
Mira. My heart bleeds

To think o'th' f teene that I have tcrn'd you to,

Which is from my remembrance. Pleafe you, farther.

Pro. My brother and thy uncle, call'd Anthomo

I pray thee mark me, (that a brother fliould
Be fo perfidious !) he whom next thy felf

Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put

The manage of my ftate- as at that time
Through all the fignories it was the firft
And Profpero the prime Duke, being fo reputed
In dignity j and for the liberal arts.

Without a parallel ,• thofe being all my ftudy :

The government I caft upon my brother.
And to my ftate grew ftranger, being tranfported

And rapt in fecret ftudies. Thy falfe uncle

(Doft thou attend me :)
Mira. Sir, mofl: heedfuUy.
Pro. Being once perfeded how to grant fuits.

How to deny them,- whom t' advance, and whom

To trafli for over-topping ; new created

The creatures that were mine, I fay, or chang'd 'em.

Or el(e new form'd 'em ,• having both the key
Of officer and office, fet all hearts

To what tune pleas'd his ear ,• that now he was

The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
And
^ jlnd Princefs. ■\ teene, or grief.
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And fuckt my verdure out on't. — Thou attended not.

Mtrci' Good Sir, I do.

Pro, I pray thee mark me then.

I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To clofenefs, and the bettering of my mind,
With that which, but by being (b retired,

O'er-priz'd all popular ratCj in my falfe brother

Awak'd an evil nature, and my truft.
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falfhood in its contrary, as great
As my truft was j which had indeed no limit,
A confidence fans bound. He being thus lorded.
Not only with what my revenue yielded.
But what my power might t Ife exa(5t ; like one
Who having into truth, by telling of it.
Made (uch a finner of his memory.
To credit his own lie, he did believe
He was indeed the Duke, from fubftitution

And executing th' outward face of royalty

With all prerogative. Hence his ambition growing
Doft thou hear ?

Mtra. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafnefs.

Pro. To have no fcreen between this part he plaid,

And him he plaid it for, he needs will be

Abfolute Mtlan, Me, poor man! my library

Was Dukedom large enough ,• of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable: confederates

(So dry he was for fway) wi' th' King of Naples

To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
Subjed his coronet to his crown, and bend

The Dukedom yet unbow'd (alas poor Milan f)

To much ignoble ftooping.
Mtra, O the heav'ns \
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Pro, Mark his condition, and th' event, then tell me

If this might be a Brother ?
Mtra. I (hould fin,

To think ""not nobly of my grand-mother,-

Good wombs have born bad (bns.
Pro. Now the condition :

This King of Naples being an enemy

To me inveterate, ^ hears my brother's fiiit f

Which was, that he in Heu o'th' premifes.
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,^
Should prefently extirpate me and mine

Out of the Dukedom, and confer fair M'tlan^

With all the honours, on my brother. Whereon

A treacherous army levy'd, one mid-night.

Fated to th' purpofe, did Anthon'to open

The gates of Mtlan^ and i'th' dead of darknefs
The minifter for th' purpofe hurry'd thence
Me and thy crying felf.
Mir a. Alack for pity i

I not remembring how I cry'd out then.

Will cry it o'er again ^ it is a hint
That wrings mine eyes to't.
Pro. Hear a little further.

And then I'll bring thee to the prefent bufinefs

Which now's upon's, without the which this (lory
Were moft impertinent.
Mtra. Why did they not
That hour deftroy us >
Pro. Well demanded, wench;

My tale provokes that queftion. Dear, they durft notj

So dear the love my people bore : nor fet
A mark fo bloody on the bufmels but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends*

* hut. ^ hearkens. In
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In few, they hurry'd us aboard a bark.

Bore us fome leagues to (ea, where they prepared
A rotten carcafs of a boat, not rigg'd.
Nor tackle, nor fail, nor maft j the very rats
Inftindively had quit it: there they hoift: us

To cry to th' fea that roar'd to us ; to figh

To winds, whofe pity fighing back again
Did us but loving wrong.
Mtra. Alack! what trouble

Was I then to you ?

Pro, O! a cherubim

Thou waft that did preferve me : Thou didft fmile,

Infiifed with a fortitude from heav*n

When I have deck'd the fea with drops full fait.

Under my burthen groan'd, which rais'd in me
An undergoing ftomach, to bear up
Againft what fhoiild enfiie.
Mira, How came we a-fhore?

Pro. By providence divine.

Some food we had, and fome frefli water, that

A noble Neapolitan Gonzalo,

Out of his charity (being then appointed
Mafter of this defign) did give us, with
Rich garments, Hnnens, ftufFs, and neceflaries
Which fince have fteeded much. So of his gentlenefs.

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnifh'd me

From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above my Dukedom.
Mira. Would I might
But ever fee that man I
Pro, Now I arife :

Sit ftill, and hear the laft of our fea-forrow.

Here in this ifland we arriv'd, and here

C X Have
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Have I, thy fchool-mafter, made thee more profit

Than other Princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not fb careful.

Mira. Heav'ns thank you for't. And now I pray you, Sir,
(For flill 'tis beating in my mind) your reafon
For raiflng this fea-ftorm ?
Pro. Know thus far forth,

By accident moil ftrange, bountiful fortune

(Now my dear lady) hath mine enemies
Brought to this fhore : and by my prefcience
1 find my Zemib doth depend upon
A moft aufpicious flar, whofe influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes

Will ever after droop. Here ceafe more queftions,

Thou art incHn'd to fleep. 'Tis a good dulnefs,

And give it way ^ I know thou canfl not chufc.

Come away, fervant, come ; I'm ready now :

Approach, my y^rhl. Come.

SCENE III.

Enter Ariel.

Ari. All hail, great mafter ! grave Sir, hail ! I come

To anfwer thy beil pleafure. Be't to fly j

To fwim J to dive into the fire j to ride

On the curl'd clouds : to thy ftrong bidding, task

^riel and all his qualities.
Pro. Haft thou, fpirit,

Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bad thee ?

^ri. To every article.

I boarded the King's fhip : now on the beak.

Now in the wafte, the deck, in every cabin,

I flam'd amazement. Sometimes I'd divide. And

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And burn in many places ; on the top-maft,

The yards and bolt-fprit would I flame diftindly,

Then meet and join. Jove's lightning, the precurfers

Of dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And fight out-running were not; the fire and cracks
Of fulphurous roaring the moft mighty Neptune

Seem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble,

Yea, his dread trident fhake.
Pro. My brave fpirit!
Who was fo firm, lb conftant, that this coyl
Would not infecSt his reafon?
An, Not a foul

But felt a feaver of the mind, and plaid

Some tricks of defperation : all but mariners

Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vefTel,

Then all a-fire with me : the King's fbn Ferdinand
With hair up-ftaring (then like reeds, not hair)

Was the firft man that leap'd ; cry'd hell is empty.

And all the devils are here.

Fro. Why that's my fpirit!

But was not this nigh fliore?
Art. Clofe by, my mafter.

Pro. But are they, Ar'tel^ fafe ?

Ari. Not a hair perifhed ?
On their fuftaining garments not a blemifli.
But frefher than before. And as thou badft me.

In troops I have difpers'd them 'bout the Ifle :

The King's fon have I landed by himfelf.
Whom I left cooling of the air with ^\^s^
In an odd angle of the Ifle, and fitting,
His arms in this fad knot.

Pro. Of the King's fliip,

The mariners, fay how thou haft difpos'd. And

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And all the reft o*th* fleet?

Arl. Safely in harbour

Is the King's fhip ; in the deep nook, where once

Thou call'dfl: me up at midnight, to fetch dew
From the ftill-vext Bermoothes, there fhe's hid :
The mariners all under hatches ftow'd^
Who with a charm join'd to their fuffered labour,
Fve left afleep ; and for the reft o'th' fleet
(Which I difpers'd) they all have met again.
And are on the Mediterranean flote.

Bound fadly home for Naples^

Suppofing that they faw the King's (hip wrackt.

And his great perfbn perifh.
Pro. Arkl, thy charge

Exadly is perform'd ; but there's more work :

What is the time o'th' day ?
Art. Paft the mid fcalbn.

Pro. At leaft two glalTes : the time 'twixt fix and now
Muft by us both be fpent moft precioufly.
Art. Is there more toil ? flnce thou doft give me pains

Let me remember thee what thou haft promis'd.

Which is not yet perform'd me.
Pro. How now? moody?
What is't thou canft demand ?
Art. My liberty.
Pro. Before the timte be out ? no more.

Art. I pr'ythee
Remember I have done thee worthy fervice.

Told thee no lies, made no miftakings, ferv'd

Without or grudge or grumblings ; thou didft prooaiie
To bate me a full year.
Pro, Doft thou forget
From what a torment 1 did free thee ?
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An, No.

Pro, Thou doft ; and think'ft it much td tread the ooze

Of the fait deep ;

To run upon the fliarp wind of the North,

To do me bufinefs in the veins o'th' earth.

When it is bak'd with froft.
An, I do not. Sir.

Fro. Thou ly'ft, malignant thing : haft thou forgot

The foul witch S'ycoraXy who with age and envy
Was grown into a hoop ? haft thou forgot her ?
Art, No, Sir.

Pro, Thou- haft: where was {he born ? fpeak; tell mc.
Art. Sir, in Argter,
Pro, Oh, was {he fo? I muft
Once in a month recount what thou haft been.

Which thou forget'ft. This damn'd witch Sycorax,

For mifchiefs manifold and forceries terrible

To enter human hearing, from Argter

Thou know'ft was banifh'd : for one thing {he did

They would not take her life. Is this not true ?
Art, Ay, Sir.

Pro, This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with childj,^,

And here was left by th' failors j thou my flave.
As thou report'ft thy felf, waft then her fervant.
And, for thou waft a fpirit too delicate

To a<5t her earthly and abhorr'd commands,

Refufmg her grand hefts, {he did con{ine thee.
By help of her more potent minifters 5
And in her moft unmitigable rage.
Into a cloven pine ; within which rift

Imprifon'd, thou didft painfully remain

A dozen years, within which fpace {he dy'd.
And left thee there: where thou didft vent thy groans
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As faft as mill-wheels ftrike. Then was this Ifland

(Save for the fon that flie did litter here,

A freckl'd whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with

A human fliape.
Art. Yes j Caliban her fon.

Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo : he, that Caliban

Whom now I keep in fervice. Thou beft know*fl

What torment I did find thee in ; thy groans
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breads

Of ever-angry bears ^ it was a torment

To lay upon the damn'd, which S'ycorax

Could not again undo : it was mine art.

When I arriv'd and heard thee, that made gape

The pine, and let thee out.
Ari. I thank thee, mafter.

Pro. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an oak-

And peg thee in his knotty entrails, 'till

Thou'ft howl'd away twelve winters.
An. Pardon, mafter.
I will be correfpondcnt to command.

And do my fp'riting gently.

Pro. Do fo : and after two days
I will difcharge thee.

Art. That's my noble mafter :

What (hall I do? fay what? what fhall I do?

Pro. Go make thy felf like to a nymph o' th' fea.

Be fubje(5t to no fight but mine: invifible

To every eye-ball elfe. Go take this fhape,

And hither come in it : go hence with diligence. [Exh Ari.
Awake, dear heart awake, thou haft ftept well,
Awake.

Mira. The ftrangenefs of your ftory put

Heavinefs in me.
4 Pro,
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Pro. Shake it off : come on,

We'll vifit Caliban my flave, who never

Yields us kind anfwer.

Mtra, 'Tis a villain, Sir,

I do not love to look on

Pro. But as 'tis

We cannot mifs him ; he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, and (erves in offices

That profit us. Whathoa! flave! CaUhan /

Thou earth thou ! fpeak.

Cal. (whhm.) There's wood enough within.

Pro. Come forth, I fay, there's other bufinefs for thee.

EfJter Ariel like a Water-Nymph,

Fine apparition ! my quaint Artel,

Hark in thine ear.

Ar'i. My lord, it fhall be done. [Exit,

Pro. Thou poifonous flave, got by the devil himfelf

Upon thy wicked dam -y come forth, thou tortoife.

S C E N E IV.

Enter Caliban.

Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brufli'd

With raven's feather from unwholfome fen,
Drop on you both : a fbuth-weft: blow on ye.

And blifter you all o'er !

Pro. For this, be fure, to-night thou flialt have cramps,
Side-ftitches that fliall pen thy breath up urchins
Shall, for that vafl: of night that they may work.

All exercife on thee : thou flialt be pinch'd

As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more flinging
Than bees that made 'em.
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CaL I muft eat my dinner.

This Ifland's mine by S'ycorax my mother,

Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou cameft firft

Thou ftroak'dft me and mad'ft much of me j would'ft give me

Water with berries in't ; and teach me how
To name the bigger Hght, and how the lefs.

That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee.

And (hew'd thee all the qualities o' th' Ifle,
The frefh fprings, brine-pits barren place and fertile.
Curs'd be I that I did fo! all the charms

Of S'ycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you?

For I am all the fubjeds that you have.
Who firft was mine own King : and here you fty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

The reft of th' iHand.

Pro, Thou moft lying flave,

Whom ftripes may move, not kindnefs; I have us'd thee

(Filth as thou artj with human care, and lodg'd
In mine own cell, 'till thou didft feek to violate
The honour of my child.

Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, I wou'd it had been done!

Thou didft prevent me, I had peopled elfe
This Ifle with Caltham.

Mtra. Abhorred flave,-

Who any print of goodnefs will not take.

Being capable of all ill ! I pity'd thee.

Took pains to make thee fpeak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other. When thou didft not, favage,

Know thine own meaning, but wouid'ft gabble like

A thing moft brutifti, I endow'd thy purpofes
With words that made them known. But thy vile race

(Tho' thou didft learn) had that in't, which good natures
Could not abide to be with ^ therefore waft thou Defervedly
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DeferveJIy confinM into this rock.

Cal, You taught me language, and my profit on't

Is, I know how to curfe : the red-plague rid you
For learning me your language.

Por. Hag-feed, hence!

Fetch us in fewel, and be quick (^thou Vert beft)

To anfwer other bufinefs. Shrug'ft: thou, malice ?
If thou negled'ft, or doft unwiUingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps.
Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar.
That beafts (hall tremble at thy din.
Cal. No, pray thee.

I muft obey, his art is of fuch pow'r

It would controul my dam's god Setebos,
And make a vaffal of him.

Pro. So flave, hence. [Exh Caliban.

SCENE V.

Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel mv 'tftble^ playing and ftngtng.

ARIEL'S SONG.

Come unto thefe yellow fands^

And then take hands :

Curffted when you have and kifi ;

The wdd waves whifl ;

Foot tt featly here and there.

And fweet fpr'ttes the burthen bear. [Burthen difperfedly.

Hark, hark, bough-wawgh : the watch-dogs bark,
Bough-wawgh.
Ari. Hark, hark, I hear

The ftra 'm of flrutttng chantklere.

Cry Cock-a-doo die-do,
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Fer. Where fhould this mufickbe? in air, or earth ?

It founds no more : and fure it waits upon

Some God o' th' Ifland. Sitting on a bank,

Weeping ' againft the King my father's wreck,

This mufick crept by me upon the waters
Allaying both their fury and my pafTion,

With its fweet air : thence I have foUow'd it,

Or it hath drawn me rather but 'tis gone.

No, it begins. again»

ARIEL'S SONG.

Full fathom five thy father lyes^

Of hts bones are coral made:
Tloofe are pearls that were his eyesy

Nothing of h 'lm that doth fade,

, But doth fuffer a fea-change.
Into fomethmg rich and ftrange.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring hts knell,

Harky now I hear them, ding-dong hell.

[Burthen : ding-dong.

Fer, The ditty does remember my drown'd father j

This is no mortal bufmefs, nor no found
That the earth owns : I hear it now above me.

SCENE VI.

Fro, The fringed curtains of thine eye advance.

And fay what thou feeft yond.

Mir a. What is't, a fpirit ?

Lord, how it looks about! believe me. Sir,

It carries a brave form. But 'tis a fpirit.

Fro, No wench, it eats, and fleeps, and hath fuch fenfes
As we have, fuch. This gallant which thou feeft

« again. Was
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Was in the wreck : and but he's fomething ftain'd

With grief (that's beauty's cankerj thou might'ft call him
A goodly perfon. He hath loft his fellows,

And ftrays about to find 'em.

• Miva. I might call him
A thing divine, for nothing natural
I ever faw fo noble.

Fro, It goes on, I fee, [

As my foul prompts it. Spirit, fine ipirit, I'll free thee

Within two days for this.
Fer, Moft fure the Goddefs

On whom thefe ayres attend ! vouchfafe my pray'r

May know if you remain upon this Ifland,
And that you will fome good inftru6tion give
How I may bear me here : my prime requeft
(Which I do laft pronounce^ is^ O you wonder!
If you be made or no ?
Mtra, No wonder. Sir,
But certainly a maid.

Fer. My language! heav'ns!

I am the beft of them that fpeak this fpeech,

Were I but where 'tis fpoken.

Fro. How ? the beft ?

What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee?

Fer. A fingle thing, as I am now, that wonders

To hear thee fpeak of Naples. He does hear me ,•

And that he does, I weep : my felf am Naples^

Who, with mine eyes (ne'er fince at ebb) beheld

The King my father wrackt,
Mtra. Alack, for mercy I
Fer. Yes faith, and all his lords 5 the Duke of Milan
And his brave fon, being twain*
Fro The Duke of Milan
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And his more braver daughter could controll thee,

If now 'twere fit to do't : At the firft fight

They have chang'd eyes : (deHcate Ariel,
I'll fet thee firee fi^r this.) A word, good Sir,
I fear you've done your felf fome wrong : a word.
Mira. Why fpeaks my father fb ungently ? this

Is the third man that e'er I faw^ the firft

That e'er I figh'd for. Pity move my father

To be inclin'd my way!
Fer. O, if a Virgin,

And your affedion not gone forth, I'll make you '
The Queen of Naples.
Pro, Soft Sir, one word more.

They're both in either's pow'r : but this fwift bufinefs

I muft uneafie make, left too light winning
Make the prize light. Sir, one word more j [I charge thee [To AirteU
That thou attend me] thou doft here ufurp

The name thou ow'ft not, and haft put thy felf
Upon this ifland, as a fpy, to win it

From me, the lord on't.

Fer. No, as I'm a man,

M'ira. There's nothing ill can dwell in fiich a temple.

If the ill fpirit have fo fair an houfe.

Good things will ftrive to dwell with't.

Pro. Follow me.

Speak you not for him : he's a traitor. Come,

ril manacle thy neck and feet together ;

Sea-water ftialt thou drink, thy food fhall be

The frefti-brook mufcles, wither'd roots, and husks

Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
Fer. No,

I will refift fuch entertainment, 'till

Mine enemy has more power.
\He draws, and is charmed from moving,
Mira.
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Mtra, O dear father.

Make not too rafli a tryal of him ^ for

He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro. What, I fay.

My foot my tutor ? put thy fword up, traitor.

Who mak'ft a fhew, but dar'ft not ftrike j thy confcience

Is all polTeft with guilt : come from thy ward,
For I can here difarm thee with this ftick.

And make thy weapon drop.

Mtra. Befeech you, father.

Fro. Hence : hang not on my garment.

Mira. Sir, have pity ;
rll be his (urety.
• Pro. Silence : one word more

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What,

An advocate for an impoftor ? hufli !

Thou think'ft there are no more fuch fhapes as he,

(Having feen but him and Cal'than) foolifh wench.

To th' moft of men this is a Caliban^
And they to him are angels,
Mira. My affections
Are then moft humble : I have no ambition

To fee a goodlier man.

Pro. Come on, obey :
Thy nerves are in their infancy again.
And have no vigour in them.
Per. So they are :

My fpirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.

My father's lofs, the weaknefs which I feel.

The wrack of all my friends, and this man's threats.
To whom I am fubdu'd, are but light to me,
Might 1 but through my prifon once a day
Behold this maid : all corners elfe o'th' earth
.Let liberty make ufe of^ fpace enough
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Have I, in fuch a prifon.

Pro, It works : come on.

Thou haft done well, fine /^riel: follow me.

Hark what thou elfe (halt do me.
Mira. Be of comfort,

My father's of a better nature, Sir,

Than he appears by fpeech : this is unwonted
Which now came from him.
Pro. Thou fhalt be as free

As mountain winds ; but then exa<5tly do

All points of my command.

Jrf. To th' fyllable.

Pro. Come follow : (peak not for him. [Exeunt,

A C T II. SCENE!.

Another Part of the IJland.

Enter Alonfo, Sebaftian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francifco,

and others.

G o N z A L o.

E S E E C H you Sir, be merry : you have caufe

(So have we all) of joy j for our efcape
Is much beyond our lofs our hint of woe

Is common ; every day, fome failor's wife.

The mafters of fome merchant, and the merchant
Have juft our theam of woe : but for the miracle,
(I mean our prefcrvation) few in millions
Can fpeak like us: then wifely, good Sir, weigh
Our forrow with our comfort.

r Alon,