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1 If by your art, my dearest father, you have
2 Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
3 The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
4 But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
5 Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
6 With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
7 Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
8 Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
9 Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.
10 Had I been any god of power, I would
11 Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere
12 It should the good ship so have swallow'd and
13 The fraughting souls within her.
13 Be collected:
14 No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
15 There's no harm done.
15 O, woe the day!
15 No harm.
16 I have done nothing but in care of thee,
17 Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who
18 Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
19 Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
20 Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
21 And thy no greater father.
21 More to know
22 Did never meddle with my thoughts.
22 'Tis time
23 I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
24 And pluck my magic garment from me. So:
25 Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
26 The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
27 The very virtue of compassion in thee,
28 I have with such provision in mine art
29 So safely ordered that there is no soul
30 No, not so much perdition as an hair
31 Betid to any creature in the vessel
32 Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;
33 For thou must now know farther.
33 You have often
34 Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
35 And left me to a bootless inquisition,
36 Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'
36 The hour's now come;
37 The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
38 Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember
39 A time before we came unto this cell?
40 I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
41 Out three years old.
41 Certainly, sir, I can.
42 By what? by any other house or person?
43 Of any thing the image tell me that
44 Hath kept with thy remembrance.
44 'Tis far off
45 And rather like a dream than an assurance
46 That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
47 Four or five women once that tended me?
48 Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it
49 That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
50 In the dark backward and abysm of time?
51 If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,
52 How thou camest here thou mayst.
52 But that I do not.
53 Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
54 Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
55 A prince of power.
55 Sir, are not you my father?
56 Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
57 She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
58 Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir
59 And princess no worse issued.
59 O the heavens!
60 What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
61 Or blessed was't we did?
61 Both, both, my girl:
62 By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,
63 But blessedly holp hither.
63 O, my heart bleeds
64 To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
65 Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
66 My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio
67 I pray thee, mark methat a brother should
68 Be so perfidious!he whom next thyself
69 Of all the world I loved and to him put
70 The manage of my state; as at that time
71 Through all the signories it was the first
72 And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed
73 In dignity, and for the liberal arts
74 Without a parallel; those being all my study,
75 The government I cast upon my brother
76 And to my state grew stranger, being transported
77 And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle
78 Dost thou attend me?
78 Sir, most heedfully.
79 Being once perfected how to grant suits,
80 How to deny them, who to advance and who
81 To trash for over-topping, new created
82 The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,
83 Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key
84 Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
85 To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was
86 The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
87 And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not.
88 O, good sir, I do.
88 I pray thee, mark me.
89 I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
90 To closeness and the bettering of my mind
91 With that which, but by being so retired,
92 O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
93 Awaked an evil nature; and my trust,
94 Like a good parent, did beget of him
95 A falsehood in its contrary as great
96 As my trust was; which had indeed no limit,
97 A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
98 Not only with what my revenue yielded,
99 But what my power might else exact, like one
100 Who having into truth, by telling of it,
101 Made such a sinner of his memory,
102 To credit his own lie, he did believe
103 He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution
104 And executing the outward face of royalty,
105 With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing
106 Dost thou hear?
106 Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
107 To have no screen between this part he play'd
108 And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
109 Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library
110 Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties
111 He thinks me now incapable; confederates
112 So dry he was for swaywi' the King of Naples
113 To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
114 Subject his coronet to his crown and bend
115 The dukedom yet unbow'dalas, poor Milan!
116 To most ignoble stooping.
116 O the heavens!
117 Mark his condition and the event; then tell me
118 If this might be a brother.
118 I should sin
119 To think but nobly of my grandmother:
120 Good wombs have borne bad sons.
120 Now the condition.
121 The King of Naples, being an enemy
122 To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
123 Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises
124 Of homage and I know not how much tribute,
125 Should presently extirpate me and mine
126 Out of the dukedom and confer fair Milan
127 With all the honours on my brother: whereon,
128 A treacherous army levied, one midnight
129 Fated to the purpose did Antonio open
130 The gates of Milan, and, i' the dead of darkness,
131 The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
132 Me and thy crying self.
132 Alack, for pity!
133 I, not remembering how I cried out then,
134 Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint
135 That wrings mine eyes to't.
135 Hear a little further
136 And then I'll bring thee to the present business
137 Which now's upon's; without the which this story
138 Were most impertinent.
138 Wherefore did they not
139 That hour destroy us?
139 Well demanded, wench:
140 My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
141 So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
142 A mark so bloody on the business, but
143 With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
144 In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
145 Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
146 A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigg'd,
147 Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
148 Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
149 To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh
150 To the winds whose pity, sighing back again,
151 Did us but loving wrong.
151 Alack, what trouble
152 Was I then to you!
152 O, a cherubim
153 Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile.
154 Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
155 When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
156 Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me
157 An undergoing stomach, to bear up
158 Against what should ensue.
158 How came we ashore?
159 By Providence divine.
160 Some food we had and some fresh water that
161 A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
162 Out of his charity, being then appointed
163 Master of this design, did give us, with
164 Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,
165 Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
166 Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
167 From mine own library with volumes that
168 I prize above my dukedom.
168 Would I might
169 But ever see that man!
169 Now I arise:
170 Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
171 Here in this island we arrived; and here
172 Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
173 Than other princesses can that have more time
174 For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.
175 Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,
176 For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
177 For raising this sea-storm?
177 Know thus far forth.
178 By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
179 Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
180 Brought to this shore; and by my prescience
181 I find my zenith doth depend upon
182 A most auspicious star, whose influence
183 If now I court not but omit, my fortunes
184 Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions:
185 Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
186 And give it way: I know thou canst not choose.
187 Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.
188 Approach, my Ariel, come.
189 All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come
190 To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
191 To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
192 On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task
193 Ariel and all his quality.
193 Hast thou, spirit,
194 Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
195 To every article.
196 I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
197 Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
198 I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,
199 And burn in many places; on the topmast,
200 The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
201 Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors
202 O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
203 And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks
204 Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
205 Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,
206 Yea, his dread trident shake.
206 My brave spirit!
207 Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
208 Would not infect his reason?
208 Not a soul
209 But felt a fever of the mad and play'd
210 Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
211 Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
212 Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
213 With hair up-staring,then like reeds, not hair,
214 Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty
215 And all the devils are here.'
215 Why that's my spirit!
216 But was not this nigh shore?
216 Close by, my master.
217 But are they, Ariel, safe?
217 Not a hair perish'd;
218 On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
219 But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,
220 In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.
221 The king's son have I landed by himself;
222 Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
223 In an odd angle of the isle and sitting,
224 His arms in this sad knot.
224 Of the king's ship
225 The mariners say how thou hast disposed
226 And all the rest o' the fleet.
226 Safely in harbour
227 Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
228 Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
229 From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:
230 The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
231 Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labor,
232 I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet
233 Which I dispersed, they all have met again
234 And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
235 Bound sadly home for Naples,
236 Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd
237 And his great person perish.
237 Ariel, thy charge
238 Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work.
239 What is the time o' the day?
239 Past the mid season.
240 At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now
241 Must by us both be spent most preciously.
242 Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
243 Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
244 Which is not yet perform'd me.
244 How now? moody?
245 What is't thou canst demand?
245 My liberty.
246 Before the time be out? no more!
246 I prithee,
247 Remember I have done thee worthy service;
248 Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served
249 Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
250 To bate me a full year.
250 Dost thou forget
251 From what a torment I did free thee?
252 Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze
253 Of the salt deep,
254 To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
255 To do me business in the veins o' the earth
256 When it is baked with frost.
256 I do not, sir.
257 Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
258 The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
259 Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
260 No, sir.
260 Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.
261 Sir, in Argier.
261 O, was she so? I must
262 Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
263 Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax,
264 For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible
265 To enter human hearing, from Argier,
266 Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did
267 They would not take her life. Is not this true?
268 Ay, sir.
269 This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child
270 And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
271 As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant;
272 And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
273 To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
274 Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
275 By help of her more potent ministers
276 And in her most unmitigable rage,
277 Into a cloven pine; within which rift
278 Imprison'd thou didst painfully remain
279 A dozen years; within which space she died
280 And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans
281 As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island
282 Save for the son that she did litter here,
283 A freckled whelp hag-bornnot honour'd with
284 A human shape.
284 Yes, Caliban her son.
285 Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban
286 Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
287 What torment I did find thee in; thy groans
288 Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts
289 Of ever angry bears: it was a torment
290 To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
291 Could not again undo: it was mine art,
292 When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape
293 The pine and let thee out.
293 I thank thee, master.
294 If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak
295 And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
296 Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
296 Pardon, master;
297 I will be correspondent to command
298 And do my spiriting gently.
298 Do so, and after two days
299 I will discharge thee.
299 That's my noble master!
300 What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?
301 Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject
302 To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
303 To every eyeball else. Go take this shape
304 And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence!
305 Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
306 The strangeness of your story put
307 Heaviness in me.
307 Shake it off. Come on;
308 We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never
309 Yields us kind answer.
309 'Tis a villain, sir,
310 I do not love to look on.
310 But, as 'tis,
311 We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
312 Fetch in our wood and serves in offices
313 That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
314 Thou earth, thou! speak.
314 There's wood enough within.
315 Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:
316 Come, thou tortoise! when?
317 Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
318 Hark in thine ear.
318 My lord it shall be done.
319 Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
320 Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
321 As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd
322 With raven's feather from unwholesome fen
323 Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye
324 And blister you all o'er!
325 For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
326 Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
327 Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
328 All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd
329 As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
330 Than bees that made 'em.
330 I must eat my dinner.
331 This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
332 Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,
333 Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me
334 Water with berries in't, and teach me how
335 To name the bigger light, and how the less,
336 That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee
337 And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
338 The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:
339 Cursed be I that did so! All the charms
340 Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
341 For I am all the subjects that you have,
342 Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me
343 In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
344 The rest o' the island.
344 Thou most lying slave,
345 Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,
346 Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee
347 In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
348 The honour of my child.
349 O ho, O ho! would't had been done!
350 Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
351 This isle with Calibans.
351 Abhorred slave,
352 Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
353 Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
354 Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
355 One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
356 Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
357 A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
358 With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
359 Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures
360 Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
361 Deservedly confined into this rock,
362 Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
363 You taught me language; and my profit on't
364 Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
365 For learning me your language!
365 Hag-seed, hence!
366 Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best,
367 To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
368 If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly
369 What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
370 Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar
371 That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
371 No, pray thee.
372 I must obey: his art is of such power,
373 It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
374 and make a vassal of him.
374 So, slave; hence!
375 Come unto these yellow sands,
376 And then take hands:
377 Courtsied when you have and kiss'd
378 The wild waves whist,
379 Foot it featly here and there;
380 And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
381 Hark, hark!
*** Burthen, dispersedly, [within.]
383 The watch-dogs bark!
385 Hark, hark! I hear
386 The strain of strutting chanticleer
388 Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth?
389 It sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon
390 Some god o' the island. Sitting on a bank,
391 Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
392 This music crept by me upon the waters,
393 Allaying both their fury and my passion
394 With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
395 Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone.
396 No, it begins again.
397 Full fathom five thy father lies;
398 Of his bones are coral made;
399 Those are pearls that were his eyes:
400 Nothing of him that doth fade
401 But doth suffer a sea-change
402 Into something rich and strange.
403 Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell
405 Hark! now I hear them,Ding-dong, bell.
406 The ditty does remember my drown'd father.
407 This is no mortal business, nor no sound
408 That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.
409 The fringed curtains of thine eye advance
410 And say what thou seest yond.
410 What is't? a spirit?
411 Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
412 It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.
413 No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses
414 As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest
415 Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd
416 With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him
417 A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows
418 And strays about to find 'em.
418 I might call him
419 A thing divine, for nothing natural
420 I ever saw so noble.
420 It goes on, I see,
421 As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee
422 Within two days for this.
422 Most sure, the goddess
423 On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer
424 May know if you remain upon this island;
425 And that you will some good instruction give
426 How I may bear me here: my prime request,
427 Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
428 If you be maid or no?
428 No wonder, sir;
429 But certainly a maid.
429 My language! heavens!
430 I am the best of them that speak this speech,
431 Were I but where 'tis spoken.
431 How? the best?
432 What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
433 A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
434 To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;
435 And that he does I weep: myself am Naples,
436 Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
437 The king my father wreck'd.
437 Alack, for mercy!
438 Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan
439 And his brave son being twain.
439 The Duke of Milan
440 And his more braver daughter could control thee,
441 If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight
442 They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel,
443 I'll set thee free for this. A word, good sir;
444 I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
445 Why speaks my father so ungently? This
446 Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first
447 That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father
448 To be inclined my way!
448 O, if a virgin,
449 And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
450 The queen of Naples.
450 Soft, sir! one word more.
451 They are both in either's powers; but this swift business
452 I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
453 Make the prize light. One word more; I charge thee
454 That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
455 The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
456 Upon this island as a spy, to win it
457 From me, the lord on't.
457 No, as I am a man.
458 There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
459 If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
460 Good things will strive to dwell with't.
460 Follow me.
461 Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come;
462 I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
463 Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
464 The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and husks
465 Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
466 I will resist such entertainment till
467 Mine enemy has more power.
467 O dear father,
468 Make not too rash a trial of him, for
469 He's gentle and not fearful.
469 What? I say,
470 My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;
471 Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience
472 Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward,
473 For I can here disarm thee with this stick
474 And make thy weapon drop.
474 Beseech you, father.
475 Hence! hang not on my garments.
475 Sir, have pity;
476 I'll be his surety.
476 Silence! one word more
477 Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
478 An advocate for an imposter! hush!
479 Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
480 Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
481 To the most of men this is a Caliban
482 And they to him are angels.
482 My affections
483 Are then most humble; I have no ambition
484 To see a goodlier man.
484 Come on; obey:
485 Thy nerves are in their infancy again
486 And have no vigour in them.
486 So they are;
487 My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
488 My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
489 The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats,
490 To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
491 Might I but through my prison once a day
492 Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth
493 Let liberty make use of; space enough
494 Have I in such a prison.
494 It works.
494 Come on.
495 Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!
495 Follow me.
496 Hark what thou else shalt do me.
496 Be of comfort;
497 My father's of a better nature, sir,
498 Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted
499 Which now came from him.
499 Thou shalt be free
500 As mountain winds: but then exactly do
501 All points of my command.
501 To the syllable.
502 Come, follow.
502 Speak not for him.
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