Other spirits attending on Prospero.` TRINCULO, a jester. STEPHANO, a drunken butler. Master of a ship, Boatswain, and Mariners. SCENE,―The sea, with a ship; afterwards an uninhabited island. PROSPERO. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. have Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these SCENE II.-The Island: before the Cell of elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we shall not hand a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our way, I say. [Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. [Exeunt. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main-course.cry within.-A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office. Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink? Seh. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog! Boats. Work you, then. Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; tho' the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstaunched wench. Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Enter Mariners wet. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? For our case is as theirs. Seb. I am out of patience. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chapped rascal ;--'Would thou might'st lie drowning, The washing of ten tides! Gon. He'll be hanged yet ; [A confused noise within.]-Mercy on us!-We [Exit. Exit. Ant. Let's all sink with the king. Seb. Let's take leave of him. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing: The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit. Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Pro. Be collected; comfort. I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, For thou must now know further. Mira. You have often Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd, Pro. The hour's now come: I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast not Mira. Certainly, sir, I can. Pro. By what? by any other house, or person? Mira. 'Tis far off'; And rather like a dream than an assurance, That my remembrance warrants: Had I not That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? Mira. But that I do not. Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since, Thy father was the duke of Milan, and Mira. Sir, are not you my father? Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father Was duke of Milan; and his only heir A princess ;-no worse issued. Mira. O, the heavens! O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother one, Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd And him he played it for, he needs will be What foul play had we, that we came from Absolute Milan: Me, poor man!-my library thence? Or blessed was't, we did? Pro. Both, both, my girl: Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable: confederates By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, thence; But blessedly holp hither. Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, further. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle call'd An tonio, I pray thee, mark me, that a brother should Mira. Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash for over-topping; new created The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd them, : Or else new form'd them having both the key To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was I pray thee, mark me. Mira. O, good sir, I do. Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate To closeness, and the bettering of my mind To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Mira. Ö, the heavens! Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me, If this might be a brother. Mira. I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother : Pro. Now the condition. This king of Naples, being an enemy Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not remembʼring how I cried out then, Pro. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business, Which now's upon us; without the which, this story Were most impertinent. Mira. Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us? Pro. Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not; (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set Mira. Alack! what trouble Was I then to you! Pro. O a cherubim Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, Mira. How came we ashore ? Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Out of his charity, (who being then appointed Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, Mira. 'Would I might But ever see that man! Pro. Now I arise: Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason Pro. Know thus far forth.— By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, Enter ARIEL. And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and cracks Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake. Pro. My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair,) And all the devils are here. Pro. Why, that's my spirit! On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Pro. Of the king's ship, Ari. Safely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet, Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I And his great person perish. come Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: What is the time o' the day? Ari. Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses: The time 'twixt six and now, Must by us both be spent most preciously. Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me. Pro. How now? moody? Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Remember, I have done thee worthy service; To bate me a full year. Pro. Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee? Pro. Thou dost: and think'st It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; To run upon the sharp wind of the north; To do me business in the veins o' the earth, When it is bak'd with frost. They would not take her life: Is not this true? Ari. Ay, sir. Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this is land, (Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with A human shape. Ari. Yes; Caliban, her son. Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Could not again undo; it was mine art, When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape The pine, and let thee out. Ari. I thank thee, master. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Ari. Pardon, master: I will be correspondent to command, Pro. Do so; and after two days Ari. That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well: Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness on me. Pro. Shake it off: Come on; We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir, I do not love to look on. Pro. But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Cal. [Within. There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for thee: Come forth, thou tortoise! when ? Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph. Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Enter CALIBAN. Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er! Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, |