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+\documentclass[11pt]{book}
+\usepackage[repeat]{poetry}
+\usepackage{drama}
+\usepackage{example}
+\hyphenation{fol-low-ing}
+
+%\HouseStyle {arden}
+\HouseStyle {penguin}
+
+\ifthenelse {\equal {\housestyle}{arden}}{\TextWidth {4.51in}}{}
+
+\begin{document}
+
+\ExampleTitle {William Shakespeare}{The Tempest}
+ {\ifthenelse {\equal {\housestyle}{arden}}
+ {The Arden Shakespeare\\[.5ex]
+ University Paperbacks, Methuen}
+ {New Penguin Shakespeare\\[.5ex]
+ Penguin Books}
+ }
+
+\begin{DramatisPersonae}
+
+\persona{Alonso}, King of Naples
+\persona{Sebastian,} his brother
+\persona{Prospero,} the right Duke of Milan
+\persona{Antonio,} his brother, the usurping Duke of Milan
+\persona{Ferdinando,} son to the King of Naples
+
+\begin{Characters}{lords}
+ \persona{Adrian}
+ \persona{Francisco}
+\end{Characters}
+
+\persona{Caliban,} a savage and deformed slave
+\persona{Trinculo,} a jester
+\persona{Stephano,} a drunken butler
+{\Facies \personae {\textup{#1}}
+\persona{Master of ship}
+\persona{Boatswain}
+\persona{Mariners}
+}
+\persona{Miranda,} daughter to Prospero
+\persona{Ariel,} an airy spirit
+
+\begin{Characters}{characters in the masque}
+\persona{Iris}
+\persona{Ceres}
+\persona{Juno}
+{\Facies \personae {\textup{#1}}
+\persona{Nymphs}
+\persona{Reapers}
+}
+\end{Characters}
+
+\end{DramatisPersonae}
+
+\newpage
+
+\FrontMatter {The Tempest}
+
+\chapter {Introduction}
+
+\lorem [31453]
+
+\chapter {Further Reading}
+
+\lorem [24262]
+
+
+
+
+\ifthenelse {\equal {\housestyle}{arden}}
+ { \persona*[01]{Mas \\ Master}
+ \persona*[02]{Boats \\ Boatswain}
+ \persona*[1]{Pros \\ Prospero}
+ \persona*[2]{Mir \\ Miranda}
+ \persona*[3]{Ferd \\ Ferdinand}
+ \persona*[4]{Ariel}
+ \persona*[5]{Cal \\ Caliban}
+ \persona*[6]{Alon \\ Alonso}
+ \persona*[7]{Ant \\ Antonio}
+ \persona*[8]{Seb \\ Sebastian}
+ \persona*[9]{Gon \\ Gonzalo}
+ \persona*[10]{Trin \\ Trinculo}
+ \persona*[11]{Steph \\ Stephano}
+ \persona*[12]{Adr \\ Adrian}
+ \persona*[13]{Fran \\ Francisco}
+ }
+ { \persona*[01]{Master}
+ \persona*[02]{Boatswain}
+ \persona*[1] {Prospero}
+ \persona*[2] {Miranda}
+ \persona*[3] {Ferdinand}
+ \persona*[4] {Ariel}
+ \persona*[5] {Caliban}
+ \persona*[6] {Alonso}
+ \persona*[7] {Antonio}
+ \persona*[8] {Sebastian}
+ \persona*[9] {Gonzalo}
+ \persona*[10]{Trinculo}
+ \persona*[11]{Stephano}
+ \persona*[12]{Adrian}
+ \persona*[13]{Francisco}
+ }
+
+
+\MainMatter {The Tempest}
+
+\Drama
+\Versus
+\numerus{1}
+
+\thispagestyle {empty}
+\Act
+
+\Scene {On a ship at sea}
+ \(A tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard. \\
+ Enter a Master and a Boatswain\)
+
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\01 Boatswain!
+
+\02 Here, master: what cheer?
+
+\01 Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely,
+ or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. \[r]Exit\]
+
+ \(Enter Mariners\)
+
+\02 Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts!
+ yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the
+ master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind,
+ if room enough!
+
+ \(Enter \6, \8, \7, \3, \9, and others\)
+
+\6 Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master?
+ Play the men.
+
+\02 I pray now, keep below.
+
+\7 Where is the master, boatswain?
+
+\02 Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your
+ cabins: you do assist the storm.
+
+\9 Nay, good, be patient.
+
+\02 When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers
+ for the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not.
+
+\9 Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.
+
+\02 None that I more love than myself. You are a
+ counsellor; if you can command these elements to
+ silence, and work the peace of the present, we will
+ not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you
+ cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make
+ yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of
+ the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts! Out
+ of our way, I say. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\9 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. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+ \[Re-enter \02\]
+
+\02 Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring
+ her to try with main-course.
+
+ \[A cry within\]
+
+ A plague upon this howling! they are louder than
+ the weather or our office.
+
+ \[Re-enter \8, \7, and \9\]
+
+ Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er
+ and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
+
+
+\8 A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous,
+ incharitable dog!
+
+\02 Work you then.
+
+\7 Hang, cur! hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!
+ We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
+
+\9 I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were
+ no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an
+ unstanched wench.
+
+\02 Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off to
+ sea again; lay her off.
+
+ \[Enter Mariners wet\]
+
+\persona{Mariners} All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
+
+\02 What, must our mouths be cold?
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+
+
+\9 The king and prince at prayers! let's assist them,
+ For our case is as theirs. \\
+
+
+\8 I'm out of patience.
+
+
+\7 We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:
+ This wide-chapp'd rascal--would thou mightst lie drowning
+ The washing of ten tides! \\
+
+\9 He'll be hang'd yet,
+ Though every drop of water swear against it
+ And gape at widest to glut him.
+
+ \[A confused noise within: \textup{`Mercy on us!'---%
+ `We split, we split!' ---`Farewell, my wife and children!'---%
+ `Farewell, brother!'---`We split, we split, we split!'}\]
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\7 Let's all sink with the king.
+
+\8 Let's take leave of him. \[r]Exit with \7\]
+
+
+\9 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. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+
+
+\Scene {The island. Before Prospero's cell.}
+ \(Enter \1 and \2\)
+
+
+\2 If by your art, my dearest father, you have
+ Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
+ The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
+ But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
+ Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
+ With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
+ Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
+ Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
+ Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.
+ Had I been any god of power, I would
+ Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere
+ It should the good ship so have swallow'd and
+ The fraughting souls within her. \\
+
+\1 Be collected:
+ No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
+ There's no harm done. \\
+\2 O, woe the day! \\
+\1 No harm.
+ I have done nothing but in care of thee,
+ Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who
+ Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
+ Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
+ Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
+ And thy no greater father. \\
+
+\2 More to know
+ Did never meddle with my thoughts. \\
+
+\1 'Tis time
+ I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
+ And pluck my magic garment from me. So:
+ Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
+ The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
+ The very virtue of compassion in thee,
+ I have with such provision in mine art
+ So safely ordered that there is no soul--
+ No, not so much perdition as an hair
+ Betid to any creature in the vessel
+ Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;
+ For thou must now know farther. \\
+
+\2 You have often
+ Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
+ And left me to a bootless inquisition,
+ Concluding `Stay: not yet.' \\
+
+\1 The hour's now come;
+ The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
+ Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember
+ A time before we came unto this cell?
+ I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
+ Out three years old. \\
+
+\2 Certainly, sir, I can.
+
+\1 By what? by any other house or person?
+ Of any thing the image tell me that
+ Hath kept with thy remembrance. \\
+
+\2 'Tis far off
+ And rather like a dream than an assurance
+ That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
+ Four or five women once that tended me?
+
+\1 Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it
+ That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
+ In the dark backward and abysm of time?
+ If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,
+ How thou camest here thou mayst. \\
+
+\2 But that I do not.
+
+\1 Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
+ Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
+ A prince of power. \\
+
+\2 Sir, are not you my father?
+
+\1 Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
+ She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
+ Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir
+ And princess no worse issued. \\
+
+\2 O the heavens!
+ What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
+ Or blessed was't we did? \\
+
+\1 Both, both, my girl:
+ By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,
+ But blessedly holp hither. \\
+
+\2 O, my heart bleeds
+ To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
+ Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
+
+\1 My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio--
+ I pray thee, mark me--that a brother should
+ Be so perfidious!--he whom next thyself
+ Of all the world I loved and to him put
+ The manage of my state; as at that time
+ Through all the signories it was the first
+ And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed
+ In dignity, and for the liberal arts
+ Without a parallel; those being all my study,
+ The government I cast upon my brother
+ And to my state grew stranger, being transported
+ And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle--
+ Dost thou attend me? \\
+
+\2 Sir, most heedfully.
+
+\1 Being once perfected how to grant suits,
+ How to deny them, who to advance and who
+ To trash for over-topping, new created
+ The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,
+ Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key
+ Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
+ To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was
+ The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
+ And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not.
+
+\2 O, good sir, I do. \\
+
+\1 I pray thee, mark me.
+ I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
+ To closeness and the bettering of my mind
+ With that which, but by being so retired,
+ O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
+ Awaked an evil nature; and my trust,
+ Like a good parent, did beget of him
+ A falsehood in its contrary as great
+ As my trust was; which had indeed no limit,
+ A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
+ Not only with what my revenue yielded,
+ But what my power might else exact, like one
+ Who having into truth, by telling of it,
+ Made such a sinner of his memory,
+ To credit his own lie, he did believe
+ He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution
+ And executing the outward face of royalty,
+ With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing--
+ Dost thou hear? \\
+
+\2 Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
+
+\1 To have no screen between this part he play'd
+ And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
+ Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library
+ Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties
+ He thinks me now incapable; confederates--
+ So dry he was for sway--wi' the King of Naples
+ To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
+ Subject his coronet to his crown and bend
+ The dukedom yet unbow'd--alas, poor Milan!--
+ To most ignoble stooping. \\
+
+\2 O the heavens!
+
+\1 Mark his condition and the event; then tell me
+ If this might be a brother. \\
+
+\2 I should sin
+ To think but nobly of my grandmother:
+ Good wombs have borne bad sons. \\
+
+\1 Now the condition.
+ The King of Naples, being an enemy
+ To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
+ Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises
+ Of homage and I know not how much tribute,
+ Should presently extirpate me and mine
+ Out of the dukedom and confer fair Milan
+ With all the honours on my brother: whereon,
+ A treacherous army levied, one midnight
+ Fated to the purpose did Antonio open
+ The gates of Milan, and, i' the dead of darkness,
+ The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
+ Me and thy crying self. \\
+
+\2 Alack, for pity!
+ I, not remembering how I cried out then,
+ Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint
+ That wrings mine eyes to't. \\
+
+\1 Hear a little further
+ And then I'll bring thee to the present business
+ Which now's upon's; without the which this story
+ Were most impertinent. \\
+
+\2 Wherefore did they not
+ That hour destroy us? \\
+
+\1 Well demanded, wench:
+ My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
+ So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
+ A mark so bloody on the business, but
+ With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
+ In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
+ Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
+ A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
+ Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
+ Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
+ To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh
+ To the winds whose pity, sighing back again,
+ Did us but loving wrong. \\
+
+\2 Alack, what trouble
+ Was I then to you! \\
+
+\1 O, a cherubim
+ Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile.
+ Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
+ When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
+ Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me
+ An undergoing stomach, to bear up
+ Against what should ensue. \\
+
+\2 How came we ashore?
+
+\1 By Providence divine.
+ Some food we had and some fresh water that
+ A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
+ Out of his charity, being then appointed
+ Master of this design, did give us, with
+ Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,
+ Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
+ Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
+ From mine own library with volumes that
+ I prize above my dukedom. \\
+
+\2 Would I might
+ But ever see that man! \\
+\1 Now I arise:
+ Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
+ Here in this island we arrived; and here
+ Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
+ Than other princesses can that have more time
+ For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.
+
+\2 Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,
+ For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
+ For raising this sea-storm? \\
+
+\1 Know thus far forth.
+ By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
+ Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
+ Brought to this shore; and by my prescience
+ I find my zenith doth depend upon
+ A most auspicious star, whose influence
+ If now I court not but omit, my fortunes
+ Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions:
+ Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
+ And give it way: I know thou canst not choose.
+
+ \[\2 sleeps\]
+
+ Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.
+ Approach, my Ariel, come.
+
+ \[Enter \4\]
+
+\4 All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come
+ To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
+ To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
+ On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task
+ Ariel and all his quality. \\
+
+\1 Hast thou, spirit,
+ Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
+
+\4 To every article.
+ I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
+ Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
+ I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,
+ And burn in many places; on the topmast,
+ The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
+ Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors
+ O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
+ And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks
+ Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
+ Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,
+ Yea, his dread trident shake. \\
+
+\1 My brave spirit!
+ Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
+ Would not infect his reason? \\
+
+\4 Not a soul
+ But felt a fever of the mad and play'd
+ Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
+ Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
+ Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
+ With hair up-staring,--then like reeds, not hair,--
+ Was the first man that leap'd; cried, `Hell is empty
+ And all the devils are here.' \\
+
+\1 Why, that's my spirit!
+ But was not this nigh shore? \\
+
+\4 Close by, my master.
+
+\1 But are they, Ariel, safe? \\
+
+\4 Not a hair perish'd;
+ On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
+ But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,
+ In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.
+ The king's son have I landed by himself;
+ Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
+ In an odd angle of the isle and sitting,
+ His arms in this sad knot. \\
+
+\1 Of the king's ship
+ The mariners say how thou hast disposed
+ And all the rest o' the fleet. \\
+
+\4 Safely in harbour
+ Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
+ Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
+ From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:
+ The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
+ Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
+ I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet
+ Which I dispersed, they all have met again
+ And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
+ Bound sadly home for Naples,
+ Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd
+ And his great person perish. \\
+
+\1 Ariel, thy charge
+ Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work.
+ What is the time o' the day? \\
+
+\4 Past the mid season.
+
+\1 At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now
+ Must by us both be spent most preciously.
+
+\4 Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
+ Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
+ Which is not yet perform'd me. \\
+
+\1 How now? moody?
+ What is't thou canst demand? \\
+
+\4 My liberty.
+
+\1 Before the time be out? no more! \\
+
+\4 I prithee,
+ Remember I have done thee worthy service;
+ Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served
+ Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
+ To bate me a full year. \\
+
+\1 Dost thou forget
+ From what a torment I did free thee? \\
+
+\4 No.
+
+\1 Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze
+ Of the salt deep,
+ To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
+ To do me business in the veins o' the earth
+ When it is baked with frost. \\
+
+\4 I do not, sir.
+
+\1 Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
+ The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
+ Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
+
+\4 No, sir. \\
+
+\1 Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.
+
+\4 Sir, in Argier. \\
+
+\1 O, was she so? I must
+ Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
+ Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax,
+ For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible
+ To enter human hearing, from Argier,
+ Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did
+ They would not take her life. Is not this true?
+
+\4 Ay, sir.
+
+\1 This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child
+ And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
+ As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant;
+ And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
+ To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
+ Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
+ By help of her more potent ministers
+ And in her most unmitigable rage,
+ Into a cloven pine; within which rift
+ Imprison'd thou didst painfully remain
+ A dozen years; within which space she died
+ And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans
+ As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island--
+ Save for the son that she did litter here,
+ A freckled whelp hag-born--not honour'd with
+ A human shape. \\
+
+\4 Yes, Caliban her son.
+
+\1 Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban
+ Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
+ What torment I did find thee in; thy groans
+ Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts
+ Of ever angry bears: it was a torment
+ To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
+ Could not again undo: it was mine art,
+ When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape
+ The pine and let thee out. \\
+
+\4 I thank thee, master.
+
+\1 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. \\
+
+\4 Pardon, master;
+ I will be correspondent to command
+ And do my spiriting gently. \\
+
+\1 Do so, and after two days
+ I will discharge thee. \\
+
+\4 That's my noble master!
+ What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?
+
+\1 Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject
+ To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
+ To every eyeball else. Go take this shape
+ And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence!
+ \[r]Exit \4\]
+ Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
+ Awake! \\
+
+\2 The strangeness of your story put
+ Heaviness in me. \\
+
+\1 Shake it off. Come on;
+ We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never
+ Yields us kind answer. \\
+
+\2 'Tis a villain, sir,
+ I do not love to look on. \\
+
+\1 But, as 'tis,
+ We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
+ Fetch in our wood and serves in offices
+ That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
+ Thou earth, thou! speak. \\
+
+\5 \[within\] There's wood enough within.
+
+\1 Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:
+ Come, thou tortoise! when?
+
+ \[Re-enter \4 like a water-nymph\]
+
+ Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
+ Hark in thine ear. \\
+
+\4 My lord it shall be done. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\1 Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
+ Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
+
+ \[Enter \5\]
+
+\5 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!
+
+\1 For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
+ Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
+ Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
+ All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd
+ As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
+ Than bees that made 'em. \\
+
+\5 I must eat my dinner.
+ This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
+ Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,
+ Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me
+ Water with berries in't, and teach me how
+ To name the bigger light, and how the less,
+ That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee
+ And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
+ The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:
+ Cursed be I that did so! All the charms
+ Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
+ For I am all the subjects that you have,
+ Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me
+ In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
+ The rest o' the island. \\
+
+\1 Thou most lying slave,
+ Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,
+ Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee
+ In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
+ The honour of my child.
+
+\5 O ho, O ho! would't had been done!
+ Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
+ This isle with Calibans. \\
+
+\1 Abhorred slave,
+ Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
+ Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
+ Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
+ One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
+ Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
+ A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
+ With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
+ Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures
+ Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
+ Deservedly confined into this rock,
+ Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
+
+\5 You taught me language; and my profit on't
+ Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
+ For learning me your language! \\
+
+\1 Hag-seed, hence!
+ Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best,
+ To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
+ If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly
+ What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
+ Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar
+ That beasts shall tremble at thy din. \\
+\5 No, pray thee.
+ \[aside\] I must obey: his art is of such power,
+ It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
+ and make a vassal of him. \\
+\1 So, slave; hence! \[r]Exit \5\]
+
+ \(Re-enter \4, invisible, playing and singing; \3 fol\-low\-ing\)
+
+{\Locus \personae {}
+\4 \\
+ \Forma\strophae{60101001{-3.5}1{-3.5}101}
+ \Locus \textus {+3em}
+ \textit{Song}
+ Come unto these yellow sands,
+ And then take hands:
+ Courtsied when you have and kiss'd
+ The wild waves whist,
+ Foot it featly here and there;
+ And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
+ Hark, hark!
+ \[Burthen dispersedly\] Bow-wow
+ The watch-dogs bark!
+ \[Burthen dispersedly\] Bow-wow
+ Hark, hark! I hear
+ The strain of strutting chanticleer
+ Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
+}
+
+
+\3 Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth?
+ It sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon
+ Some god o' the island. Sitting on a bank,
+ Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
+ This music crept by me upon the waters,
+ Allaying both their fury and my passion
+ With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
+ Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone.
+ No, it begins again.
+
+{\Locus \personae {}
+\4 \\
+ \Forma\strophae{60101000{-3.5}0}
+ \Locus \textus {+3em}
+ \textit{Song}
+ Full fathom five thy father lies;
+ Of his bones are coral made;
+ Those are pearls that were his eyes:
+ Nothing of him that doth fade
+ But doth suffer a sea-change
+ Into something rich and strange.
+ Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell
+ \[Burthen\] Ding-dong
+ Hark! now I hear them,--Ding-dong, bell.
+}
+
+\3 The ditty does remember my drown'd father.
+ This is no mortal business, nor no sound
+ That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.
+
+\1 The fringed curtains of thine eye advance
+ And say what thou seest yond. \\
+
+\2 What is't? a spirit?
+ Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
+ It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.
+
+\1 No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses
+ As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest
+ Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd
+ With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him
+ A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows
+ And strays about to find 'em. \\
+
+\2 I might call him
+ A thing divine, for nothing natural
+ I ever saw so noble. \\
+
+\1 \[aside\] It goes on, I see,
+ As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee
+ Within two days for this. \\
+
+\3 Most sure, the goddess
+ On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer
+ May know if you remain upon this island;
+ And that you will some good instruction give
+ How I may bear me here: my prime request,
+ Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
+ If you be maid or no? \\
+
+\2 No wonder, sir;
+ But certainly a maid. \\
+
+\3 My language! heavens!
+ I am the best of them that speak this speech,
+ Were I but where 'tis spoken. \\
+
+\1 How? the best?
+ What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
+
+\3 A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
+ To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;
+ And that he does I weep: myself am Naples,
+ Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
+ The king my father wreck'd. \\
+
+\2 Alack, for mercy!
+
+\3 Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan
+ And his brave son being twain. \\
+
+\1 \[aside\] The Duke of Milan
+ And his more braver daughter could control thee,
+ If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight
+ They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel,
+ I'll set thee free for this. -- A word, good sir;
+ I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
+
+\2 Why speaks my father so ungently? This
+ Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first
+ That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father
+ To be inclined my way! \\
+
+\3 O, if a virgin,
+ And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
+ The queen of Naples. \\
+
+\1 Soft, sir! one word more.
+ \[aside\] They are both in either's powers; but this swift business
+ I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
+ Make the prize light. -- One word more; I charge thee
+ That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
+ The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
+ Upon this island as a spy, to win it
+ From me, the lord on't. \\
+
+\3 No, as I am a man.
+
+\2 There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
+ If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
+ Good things will strive to dwell with't. \\
+
+\1 Follow me.
+ Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come;
+ I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
+ Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
+ The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and husks
+ Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow. \\
+
+\3 No;
+ I will resist such entertainment till
+ Mine enemy has more power. \\
+
+ \[Draws, and is charmed from moving\]
+
+\2 O dear father,
+ Make not too rash a trial of him, for
+ He's gentle and not fearful. \\
+
+\1 What? I say,
+ My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;
+ Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience
+ Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward,
+ For I can here disarm thee with this stick
+ And make thy weapon drop. \\
+
+\2 Beseech you, father.
+
+\1 Hence! hang not on my garments. \\
+
+\2 Sir, have pity;
+ I'll be his surety. \\
+
+\1 Silence! one word more
+ Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
+ An advocate for an imposter! hush!
+ Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
+ Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
+ To the most of men this is a Caliban
+ And they to him are angels. \\
+
+\2 My affections
+ Are then most humble; I have no ambition
+ To see a goodlier man. \\
+
+\1 Come on; obey:
+ Thy nerves are in their infancy again
+ And have no vigour in them. \\
+
+\3 So they are;
+ My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
+ My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
+ The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats,
+ To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
+ Might I but through my prison once a day
+ Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth
+ Let liberty make use of; space enough
+ Have I in such a prison. \\
+
+\1 \[aside\] It works. \[to \3\] Come on. --
+ Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!\[to \3\] Follow me.
+ \[to \4\]
+ Hark what thou else shalt do me. \\
+
+\2 Be of comfort;
+ My father's of a better nature, sir,
+ Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted
+ Which now came from him. \\
+
+\1 Thou shalt be free
+ As mountain winds: but then exactly do
+ All points of my command. \\
+
+\4 To the syllable.
+
+\1 Come, follow. \[to Miranda\] Speak not for him. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+\Act
+\Scene {Another part of the island.}
+
+
+\(Enter \6, \8, \7, \9, \12, \13, and others\)
+
+\9 Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause,
+ So have we all, of joy; for our escape
+ Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe
+ Is common; every day some sailor's wife,
+ The masters of some merchant and the merchant
+ Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle,
+ I mean our preservation, few in millions
+ Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
+ Our sorrow with our comfort. \\
+
+\6 Prithee, peace.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\8\[aside to \7\]He receives comfort like cold porridge.
+
+\7 \[aside to \8\] The visitor will not give him o'er so.
+
+\8 Look he's winding up the watch of his wit;
+ by and by it will strike.
+
+\9 Sir,--
+
+\8 One: tell.
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\9 When every grief is entertain'd that's offer'd,
+ Comes to the entertainer--
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\8 A dollar.
+
+\9 Dolour comes to him, indeed: you
+ have spoken truer than you purposed.
+
+\8 You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.
+
+\9 Therefore, my lord,--
+
+\7 Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!
+
+\6 I prithee, spare.
+
+\9 Well, I have done: but yet,--
+
+\8 He will be talking.
+
+\7 Which, of he or Adrian, for a good
+ wager, first begins to crow?
+
+\8 The old cock.
+
+\7 The cockerel.
+
+\8 Done. The wager?
+
+\7 A laughter.
+
+\8 A match!
+
+\12 Though this island seem to be desert,---
+
+\7 Ha, ha, ha!
+
+\8 So, you're paid.
+
+\12 Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible,---
+
+\8 Yet,---
+
+\12 Yet,---
+
+\7 He could not miss't.
+
+\12 It must needs be of subtle, tender and delicate
+ temperance.
+
+\7 Temperance was a delicate wench.
+
+\8 Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.
+
+\12 The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
+
+\8 As if it had lungs and rotten ones.
+
+\7 Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.
+
+\9 Here is everything advantageous to life.
+
+\7 True; save means to live.
+
+\8 Of that there's none, or little.
+\9 How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
+\7 The ground indeed is tawny.
+
+\8 With an eye of green in't.
+
+\7 He misses not much.
+
+\8 No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
+
+\9 But the rarity of it is, ---which is indeed almost
+ be\-yond credit,---
+
+\8 As many vouched rarities are.
+
+\9 That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in
+ the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and
+ glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with
+ salt water.
+
+\7 If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not
+ say he lies?
+
+\8 Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report
+
+\9 Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we
+ put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of
+ the king's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.
+
+\8 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.
+
+\12 Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to
+ their queen.
+
+\9 Not since widow Dido's time.
+
+\7 Widow! a pox o' that! How came that widow in?
+ widow Dido!
+
+\8 What if he had said 'widower \AE{}neas' too? Good Lord,
+ how you take it!
+
+\12 'Widow Dido' said you? you make me study of that:
+ she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
+
+\9 This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
+
+\12 Carthage?
+
+\9 I assure you, Carthage.
+
+\8 His word is more than the miraculous harp; he hath
+ raised the wall and houses too.
+
+\7 What impossible matter will he make easy next?
+
+\8 I think he will carry this island home in his pocket
+ and give it his son for an apple.
+
+\7 And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring
+ forth more islands.
+
+\9 Ay.
+
+\7 Why, in good time.
+
+\9 Sir, we were talking that our garments seem now
+ as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage
+ of your daughter, who is now queen.
+
+\7 And the rarest that e'er came there.
+
+\8 Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
+
+\7 O, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido.
+
+\9 Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I
+ wore it? I mean, in a sort.
+
+\7 That sort was well fished for.
+
+\9 When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\6 You cram these words into mine ears against
+ The stomach of my sense. Would I had never
+ Married my daughter there! for, coming thence,
+ My son is lost and, in my rate, she too,
+ Who is so far from Italy removed
+ I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
+ Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
+ Hath made his meal on thee? \\
+
+\13 Sir, he may live:
+ I saw him beat the surges under him,
+ And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
+ Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted
+ The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head
+ 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
+ Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke
+ To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd,
+ As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt
+ He came alive to land. \\
+
+\6 No, no, he's gone.
+
+\8 Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss,
+ That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,
+ But rather lose her to an African;
+ Where she at least is banish'd from your eye,
+ Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. \\
+
+\6 Prithee, peace.
+
+\8 You were kneel'd to and importuned otherwise
+ By all of us, and the fair soul herself
+ Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at
+ Which end o' the beam should bow. We have lost your son,
+ I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
+ More widows in them of this business' making
+ Than we bring men to comfort them:
+ The fault's your own. \\
+
+\6 So is the dear'st o' the loss.
+
+\9 My lord Sebastian,
+ The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness
+ And time to speak it in: you rub the sore,
+ When you should bring the plaster. \\
+
+\8 Very well.
+
+\7 And most chirurgeonly.
+
+\9 It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
+ When you are cloudy. \\
+
+\8 Foul weather? \\
+
+\7 Very foul.
+
+\9 Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,---
+
+\7 He'ld sow't with nettle-seed.
+
+\8 Or docks, or mallows.
+
+\9 And were the king on't, what would I do?
+
+\8 'Scape being drunk for want of wine.
+
+\9 I' the commonwealth I would by contraries
+ Execute all things; for no kind of traffic
+ Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
+ Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,
+ And use of service, none; contract, succession,
+ Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;
+ No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;
+ No occupation; all men idle, all;
+ And women too, but innocent and pure;
+ No sovereignty;---
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\8 Yet he would be king on't.
+
+\7 The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the
+ beginning.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\9 All things in common nature should produce
+ Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,
+ Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
+ Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
+ Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance,
+ To feed my innocent people.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\8 No marrying 'mong his subjects?
+
+\7 None, man; all idle: whores and knaves.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\9 I would with such perfection govern, sir,
+ To excel the golden age. \\
+
+\8 God save his majesty!
+
+\7 Long live Gonzalo! \\
+
+\9 And,---do you mark me, sir?
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\6 Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.
+
+\9 I do well believe your highness; and
+ did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen,
+ who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that
+ they always use to laugh at nothing.
+
+\7 'Twas you we laughed at.
+
+\9 Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing
+ to you: so you may continue and laugh at
+ nothing still.
+
+\7 What a blow was there given!
+
+\8 An it had not fallen flat-long.
+
+\9 You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would lift
+ the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue
+ in it five weeks without changing.
+
+ \[Enter \4, invisible, playing solemn music\]
+
+\8 We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.
+
+\7 Nay, good my lord, be not angry.
+
+\9 No, I warrant you; I will not adventure
+ my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh
+ me asleep, for I am very heavy?
+
+\7 Go sleep, and hear us.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+ \[All sleep except \6, \8, and \7\]
+
+\6 What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
+ Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find
+ They are inclined to do so. \\
+
+\8 Please you, sir,
+ Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
+ It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
+ It is a comforter. \\
+
+\7 We two, my lord,
+ Will guard your person while you take your rest,
+ And watch your safety. \\
+
+\6 Thank you. Wondrous heavy.
+
+ \[\6 sleeps. Exit \4\]
+
+\8 What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
+
+\7 It is the quality o' the climate. \\
+
+\8 Why
+ Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not
+ Myself disposed to sleep.
+
+\7 Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
+ They fell together all, as by consent;
+ They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
+ Worthy Sebastian? O, what might?---No more:---
+ And yet me thinks I see it in thy face,
+ What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee, and
+ My strong imagination sees a crown
+ Dropping upon thy head. \\
+
+\8 What, art thou waking?
+
+\7 Do you not hear me speak? \\
+
+\8 I do; and surely
+ It is a sleepy language and thou speak'st
+ Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say?
+ This is a strange repose, to be asleep
+ With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
+ And yet so fast asleep. \\
+
+\7 Noble Sebastian,
+ Thou let'st thy fortune sleep---die, rather; wink'st
+ Whiles thou art waking. \\
+
+\8 Thou dost snore distinctly;
+ There's meaning in thy snores.
+
+\7 I am more serious than my custom: you
+ Must be so too, if heed me; which to do
+ Trebles thee o'er. \\
+
+\8 Well, I am standing water.
+
+\7 I'll teach you how to flow. \\
+
+\8 Do so: to ebb
+ Hereditary sloth instructs me. \\
+
+\7 O,
+ If you but knew how you the purpose cherish
+ Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
+ You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
+ Most often do so near the bottom run
+ By their own fear or sloth.\\
+
+\8 Prithee, say on:
+ The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim
+ A matter from thee, and a birth indeed
+ Which throes thee much to yield. \\
+
+\7 Thus, sir:
+ Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,
+ Who shall be of as little memory
+ When he is earth'd, hath here almost persuade,---
+ For he's a spirit of persuasion, only
+ Professes to persuade,---the king his son's alive,
+ 'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd
+ And he that sleeps here swims. \\
+
+\8 I have no hope
+ That he's undrown'd. \\
+
+\7 O, out of that `no hope'
+ What great hope have you! no hope that way is
+ Another way so high a hope that even
+ Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
+ But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with me
+ That Ferdinand is drown'd? \\
+
+\8 He's gone. \\
+
+\7 Then, tell me,
+ Who's the next heir of Naples? \\
+
+\8 Claribel.
+
+\7 She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells
+ Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples
+ Can have no note, unless the sun were post---
+ The man i' the moon's too slow---till new-born chins
+ Be rough and razorable; she that---from whom?
+ We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again,
+ And by that destiny to perform an act
+ Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come
+ In yours and my discharge. \\
+
+\8 What stuff is this!
+ How say you?
+ 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis;
+ So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
+ There is some space. \\
+
+\7 A space whose every cubit
+ Seems to cry out, `How shall that Claribel
+ Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,
+ And let Sebastian wake.' Say, this were death
+ That now hath seized them; why, they were no worse
+ Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples
+ As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate
+ As amply and unnecessarily
+ As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
+ A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
+ The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
+ For your advancement! Do you understand me?
+
+\8 Methinks I do. \\
+
+\7 And how does your content
+ Tender your own good fortune? \\
+
+\8 I remember
+ You did supplant your brother Prospero.
+
+\7 True:
+ And look how well my garments sit upon me;
+ Much feater than before: my brother's servants
+ Were then my fellows; now they are my men.
+
+\8 But, for your conscience? \\
+
+\7 Ay, sir; where lies that? if 'twere a kibe,
+ 'Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not
+ This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,
+ That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they
+ And melt ere they molest! Here lies your brother,
+ No better than the earth he lies upon,
+ If he were that which now he's like, that's dead;
+ Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it,
+ Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus,
+ To the perpetual wink for aye might put
+ This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
+ Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
+ They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;
+ They'll tell the clock to any business that
+ We say befits the hour. \\
+
+\8 Thy case, dear friend,
+ Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,
+ I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
+ Shall free thee from the tribute which thou payest;
+ And I the king shall love thee. \\
+
+\7 Draw together;
+ And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
+ To fall it on Gonzalo. \\
+
+\8 O, but one word.
+ \[They talk apart\]
+
+ \[Re-enter \4, invisible\]
+
+\4 My master through his art foresees the danger
+ That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth---
+ For else his project dies---to keep them living.
+
+ \[Sings in \9's ear\]
+{ \Locus \textus {+3em}
+ \Forma \strophae {001001}
+ While you here do snoring lie,
+ Open-eyed conspiracy
+ His time doth take.
+ If of life you keep a care,
+ Shake off slumber, and beware:
+ Awake, awake!
+}
+\7 Then let us both be sudden. \\
+
+\9 Now, good angels
+ Preserve the king.
+
+ \[They wake\]
+
+\6 Why, how now? ho, awake! Why are you drawn?
+ Wherefore this ghastly looking? \\
+
+\9 What's the matter?
+
+\8 Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
+ Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
+ Like bulls, or rather lions: did't not wake you?
+ It struck mine ear most terribly. \\
+
+\6 I heard nothing.
+
+\7 O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear,
+ To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roar
+ Of a whole herd of lions. \\
+
+\6 Heard you this, Gonzalo?
+
+\9 Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming,
+ And that a strange one too, which did awake me:
+ I shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes open'd,
+ I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise,
+ That's verily. 'Tis best we stand upon our guard,
+ Or that we quit this place; let's draw our weapons.
+
+\6 Lead off this ground; and let's make further search
+ For my poor son. \\
+
+\9 Heavens keep him from these beasts!
+ For he is, sure, i' the island. \\
+
+\6 Lead away.
+
+\4 Prospero my lord shall know what I have done:
+ So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+\Scene {Another part of the island}
+
+ \(Enter \5 with a burden of wood. A noise of thunder heard\)
+
+\5 All the infections that the sun sucks up
+ From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him
+ By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me
+ And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
+ Fright me with urchin---shows, pitch me i' the mire,
+ \[Thunder\]
+ Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
+ Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
+ For every trifle are they set upon me;
+ Sometime like apes that mow and chatter at me
+ And after bite me, then like hedgehogs which
+ Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount
+ Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I
+ All wound with adders who with cloven tongues
+ Do hiss me into madness. \\
+
+
+ \[Enter \10\]
+
+ Lo, now, lo!
+
+ Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
+ For bringing wood in slowly. I'll fall flat;
+ Perchance he will not mind me.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\10 Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off
+ any weather at all, and another storm brewing;
+ I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same black
+ cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul
+ bombard that would shed his liquor. If it
+ should thunder as it did before, I know not
+ where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot
+ choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we
+ here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish:
+ he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-
+ like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor-
+ John. A strange fish! Were I in England now,
+ as once I was, and had but this fish painted,
+ not a holiday fool there but would give a piece
+ of silver: there would this monster make a
+ man; any strange beast there makes a man:
+ when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame
+ beggar, they will lazy out ten to see a dead
+ Indian. Legged like a man and his fins like
+ arms! Warm o' my troth! I do now let loose
+ my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish,
+ but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a
+ thunderbolt.
+
+ \[Thunder\]
+ Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to
+ creep under his gaberdine; there is no other
+ shelter hereabouts: misery acquaints a man with
+ strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the
+ dregs of the storm be past.
+
+ \[Enter \11, singing: a bottle in his hand\]
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\11 \\
+{ \Forma \strophae {01} \Locus \textus {+5em}
+ I shall no more to sea, to sea,
+ Here shall I die ashore---
+}
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\00 This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's
+ funeral: well, here's my comfort. \[Drinks\]
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+ \[Sings\]
+{ \Forma \strophae {010111001}
+ \Locus \textus {+3em}
+ The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,
+ The gunner and his mate
+ Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery,
+ But none of us cared for Kate;
+ For she had a tongue with a tang,
+ Would cry to a sailor, Go hang!
+ She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
+ Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch:
+ Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!
+}
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\00 This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort.
+
+ \[Drinks\]
+
+\5 Do not torment me: Oh!
+
+\11 What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put
+ tricks upon's with savages and men of Ind, ha? I
+ have not scaped drowning to be afeard now of your
+ four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as
+ ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground;
+ and it shall be said so again while Stephano
+ breathes at's nostrils.
+
+\5 The spirit torments me; Oh!
+
+\11 This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who
+ hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil
+ should he learn our language? I will give him some
+ relief, if it be but for that. if I can recover him
+ and keep him tame and get to Naples with him, he's a
+ present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's leather.
+
+\5 Do not torment me, prithee; I'll bring my wood home faster.
+
+\11 He's in his fit now and does not talk after the
+ wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have
+ never drunk wine afore will go near to remove his
+ fit. If I can recover him and keep him tame, I will
+ not take too much for him; he shall pay for him that
+ hath him, and that soundly.
+
+\5 Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I
+ know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.
+
+
+\11 Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that
+ which will give language to you, cat: open your
+ mouth. This will shake your shaking, I can tell you,
+ and that soundly. \[He gives \5 wine\] You cannot tell
+ who's your friend: open your chaps again.
+
+\10 I should know that voice: it should be---but he is
+ drowned; and these are devils: O defend me!
+
+\11 Four legs and two voices: a most delicate monster!
+ His forward voice now is to speak well of his
+ friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches
+ and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will
+ recover him, I will help his ague. Come. Amen! I
+ will pour some in thy other mouth.
+
+\10 Stephano!
+
+\11 Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is
+ a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no
+ long spoon.
+
+\10 Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me and
+ speak to me: for I am Trinculo---be not afeard---thy
+ good friend Trinculo.
+
+\11 If thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I'll pull thee
+ by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs,
+ these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How
+ camest thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can
+ he vent Trinculos?
+
+\10 I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But
+ art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art
+ not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me
+ under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of
+ the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O
+ Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped!
+
+\11 Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.
+
+\5 \[aside\] These be fine things, an if they be
+ not sprites.
+ That's a brave god and bears celestial liquor.
+ I will kneel to him.
+
+\11 How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither?
+ swear by this bottle how thou camest hither. I
+ escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors
+ heaved o'erboard, by this bottle; which I made of
+ the bark of a tree with mine own hands since I was
+ cast ashore.
+
+\5 I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject;
+ for the liquor is not earthly.
+
+\11 Here; swear then how thou escapedst.
+
+\10 Swum ashore. man, like a duck: I can swim like a
+ duck, I'll be sworn.
+
+\11 Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a
+ duck, thou art made like a goose.
+
+\10 O Stephano. hast any more of this?
+
+\11 The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the
+ sea-side where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf!
+ how does thine ague?
+
+\5 Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?
+
+\11 Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i'
+ the moon when time was.
+
+\5 I have seen thee in her and I do adore thee:
+ My mistress show'd me thee and thy dog and thy bush.
+
+\11 Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish
+ it anon with new contents swear.
+
+\10 By this good light, this is a very shallow monster!
+ I afeard of him! A very weak monster! The man i'
+ the moon! A most poor credulous monster! Well
+ drawn, monster, in good sooth!
+
+\5 I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island;
+ And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.
+
+\10 By this light, a most perfidious and drunken
+ monster! when 's god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.
+
+\5 I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject.
+
+\11 Come on then; down, and swear.
+
+\10 I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed
+ monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in my
+ heart to beat him,---
+
+\11 Come, kiss.
+
+\10 But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster!
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;
+ I'll fish for thee and get thee wood enough.
+ A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
+ I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
+ Thou wondrous man.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\10 A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a
+ Poor drunkard!
+
+
+\5 I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
+ And I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts;
+ Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how
+ To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee
+ To clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get thee
+ Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
+
+\11 I prithee now, lead the way without any more
+ talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company
+ else being drowned, we will inherit here: here;
+ bear my bottle: fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by
+ and by again.
+
+
+\5 \[Sings drunkenly\]
+ Farewell master; farewell, farewell!
+
+\10 A howling monster: a drunken monster!
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+{\Locus \personae {}
+\5 \\
+ \Locus \textus {+6em}
+ \Forma \strophae {011011}
+ No more dams I'll make for fish
+ Nor fetch in firing
+ At requiring;
+ Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish
+ 'Ban, 'Ban, Cacaliban
+ Has a new master: get a new man.
+}
+ Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom,
+ hey-day, freedom!
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+\11 O brave monster! Lead the way. \[r]Exeunt\]
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\Act
+\Scene {Before Prospero's Cell}
+
+ \(Enter \3, bearing a log\)
+
+\3 There be some sports are painful, and their labour
+ Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
+ Are nobly undergone and most poor matters
+ Point to rich ends. This my mean task
+ Would be as heavy to me as odious, but
+ The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead
+ And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is
+ Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed,
+ And he's composed of harshness. I must remove
+ Some thousands of these logs and pile them up,
+ Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress
+ Weeps when she sees me work, and says, such baseness
+ Had never like executor. I forget:
+ But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours,
+ Most busy lest, when I do it. \\
+
+ \[Enter \2; and \1 at a distance, unseen\]
+
+\2 Alas, now, pray you,
+ Work not so hard: I would the lightning had
+ Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile!
+ Pray, set it down and rest you: when this burns,
+ 'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
+ Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;
+ He's safe for these three hours. \\
+
+\3 O most dear mistress,
+ The sun will set before I shall discharge
+ What I must strive to do. \\
+
+\2 If you'll sit down,
+ I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;
+ I'll carry it to the pile. \\
+
+\3 No, precious creature;
+ I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
+ Than you should such dishonour undergo,
+ While I sit lazy by. \\
+
+\2 It would become me
+ As well as it does you: and I should do it
+ With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
+ And yours it is against. \\
+
+\1 Poor worm, thou art infected!
+ This visitation shows it. \\
+
+\2 You look wearily.
+
+\3 No, noble mistress;'tis fresh morning with me
+ When you are by at night. I do beseech you---
+ Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers---
+ What is your name? \\
+
+\2 Miranda.---O my father,
+ I have broke your hest to say so! \\
+
+\3 Admired Miranda!
+ Indeed the top of admiration! worth
+ What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
+ I have eyed with best regard and many a time
+ The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
+ Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
+ Have I liked several women; never any
+ With so fun soul, but some defect in her
+ Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed
+ And put it to the foil: but you, O you,
+ So perfect and so peerless, are created
+ Of every creature's best! \\
+
+\2 I do not know
+ One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
+ Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
+ More that I may call men than you, good friend,
+ And my dear father: how features are abroad,
+ I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,
+ The jewel in my dower, I would not wish
+ Any companion in the world but you,
+ Nor can imagination form a shape,
+ Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle
+ Something too wildly and my father's precepts
+ I therein do forget. \\
+
+\3 I am in my condition
+ A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
+ I would, not so!---and would no more endure
+ This wooden slavery than to suffer
+ The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak:
+ The very instant that I saw you, did
+ My heart fly to your service; there resides,
+ To make me slave to it; and for your sake
+ Am I this patient log---man. \\
+
+\2 Do you love me?
+
+\3 O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound
+ And crown what I profess with kind event
+ If I speak true! if hollowly, invert
+ What best is boded me to mischief! I
+ Beyond all limit of what else i' the world
+ Do love, prize, honour you. \\
+
+\2 I am a fool
+ To weep at what I am glad of. \\
+
+\1 Fair encounter
+ Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
+ On that which breeds between 'em! \\
+
+\3 Wherefore weep you?
+
+\2 At mine unworthiness that dare not offer
+ What I desire to give, and much less take
+ What I shall die to want. But this is trifling;
+ And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
+ The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!
+ And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
+ I am your wife, it you will marry me;
+ If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow
+ You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,
+ Whether you will or no. \\
+
+\3 My mistress, dearest;
+ And I thus humble ever. \\
+
+\2 My husband, then?
+
+\3 Ay, with a heart as willing
+ As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.
+
+\2 And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewell
+ Till half an hour hence. \\
+
+\3 A thousand thousand!
+
+ \[Exeunt \3 and \2 severally\]
+
+\1 So glad of this as they I cannot be,
+ Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing
+ At nothing can be more. I'll to my book,
+ For yet ere supper-time must I perform
+ Much business appertaining. \[r]Exit\]
+
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\Scene {Another part of the island.}
+
+ \(Enter \5, \11, and \10\)
+
+\11 Tell not me; when the butt is out, we will drink
+ water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and
+ board 'em. Servant-monster, drink to me.
+
+\10 Servant-monster! the folly of this island! They
+ say there's but five upon this isle: we are three
+ of them; if th' other two be brained like us, the
+ state totters.
+
+\11 Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes
+ are almost set in thy head.
+
+\10 Where should they be set else? he were a brave
+ monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.
+
+\11 My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in sack:
+ for my part, the sea cannot drown me; I swam, ere I
+ could recover the shore, five and thirty leagues off
+ and on. By this light, thou shalt be my lieutenant,
+ monster, or my standard.
+
+\10 Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.
+
+\11 We'll not run, Monsieur Monster.
+
+\10 Nor go neither; but you'll lie like dogs and yet say
+ nothing neither.
+
+\11 Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a
+ good moon-calf.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe.
+ I'll not serve him; he's not valiant.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\10 Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case to
+ justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish thou,
+ was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much
+ sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie,
+ being but half a fish and half a monster?
+
+\5 Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?
+
+\10 'Lord' quoth he! That a monster should be such a natural!
+
+\5 Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I prithee.
+
+\11 Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head: if you
+ prove a mutineer,---the next tree! The poor monster's
+ my subject and he shall not suffer indignity.
+
+\5 I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased to
+ hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?
+
+\11 Marry, will I kneel and repeat it; I will stand,
+ and so shall Trinculo.
+
+ \[Enter \4, invisible\]
+
+\5 As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a
+ sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.
+
+\4 Thou liest.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou.
+ I would my valiant master would destroy thee!
+ I do not lie.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\11 Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale, by
+ this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.
+
+\10 Why, I said nothing.
+
+\11 Mum, then, and no more. Proceed.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 I say, by sorcery he got this isle;
+ From me he got it. if thy greatness will
+ Revenge it on him,---for I know thou darest,
+ But this thing dare not,---
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\11 That's most certain.
+
+\5 Thou shalt be lord of it and I'll serve thee.
+
+\11 How now shall this be compassed?
+ Canst thou bring me to the party?
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep,
+ Where thou mayst knock a nail into his bead.
+
+\4 Thou liest; thou canst not.
+
+\5 What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy patch!
+ I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows
+ And take his bottle from him: when that's gone
+ He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show him
+ Where the quick freshes are.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\11 Trinculo, run into no further danger:
+ interrupt the monster one word further, and,
+ by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out o' doors
+ and make a stock-fish of thee.
+
+\10 Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll go farther off.
+
+\11 Didst thou not say he lied?
+
+\4 Thou liest.
+
+\11 Do I so? take thou that.
+
+ \[Beats \10\]
+
+ As you like this, give me the lie another time.
+
+\10 I did not give the lie. Out o' your
+ wits and bearing too? A pox o' your bottle!
+ this can sack and drinking do. A murrain on
+ your monster, and the devil take your fingers!
+
+\5 Ha, ha, ha!
+
+\11 Now, forward with your tale. Prithee, stand farther
+ off.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 Beat him enough: after a little time
+ I'll beat him too. \\
+
+\11 Stand farther. Come, proceed.
+
+\5 Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him,
+ I' th' afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him,
+ Having first seized his books, or with a log
+ Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
+ Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember
+ First to possess his books; for without them
+ He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not
+ One spirit to command: they all do hate him
+ As rootedly as I. Burn but his books.
+ He has brave utensils,---for so he calls them---
+ Which when he has a house, he'll deck withal
+ And that most deeply to consider is
+ The beauty of his daughter; he himself
+ Calls her a nonpareil: I never saw a woman,
+ But only Sycorax my dam and she;
+ But she as far surpasseth Sycorax
+ As great'st does least. \\
+
+\11 Is it so brave a lass?
+
+\5 Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant.
+ And bring thee forth brave brood.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\11 Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I
+ will be king and queen---save our graces!---and
+ Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys. Dost thou
+ like the plot, Trinculo?
+
+\10 Excellent.
+
+\11 Give me thy hand: I am sorry I beat thee; but,
+ while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 Within this half hour will he be asleep:
+ Wilt thou destroy him then? \\
+
+\11 Ay, on mine honour.
+
+\4 This will I tell my master.
+
+\5 Thou makest me merry; I am full of pleasure:
+ Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch
+ You taught me but while-ere?
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\11 At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any
+ reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+ \[Sings\]
+{ \Forma\strophae{110} \Locus \textus {+3em}
+ Flout 'em and scout 'em
+ And scout 'em and flout 'em
+ Thought is free.
+}
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\5 That's not the tune.
+
+ \[Ariel plays the tune on a tabor and pipe\]
+
+\11 What is this same?
+
+\10 This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture
+ of Nobody.
+
+\11 If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness:
+ if thou beest a devil, take't as thou list.
+
+\10 O, forgive me my sins!
+
+\11 He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee. Mercy upon us!
+
+\5 Art thou afeard?
+
+\11 No, monster, not I.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
+ Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
+ Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
+ Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
+ That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
+ Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
+ The clouds methought would open and show riches
+ Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
+ I cried to dream again.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\11 This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall
+ have my music for nothing.
+
+\5 When Prospero is destroyed.
+
+\11 That shall be by and by: I remember the story.
+
+\10 The sound is going away; let's follow it, and
+ after do our work.
+
+\11 Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would I could see
+ this taborer; he lays it on.
+
+\10 Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\Scene {Another part of the island}
+
+ \(Enter \6, \8, \7, \9, \12, \13, and others\)
+
+\9 By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir;
+ My old bones ache: here's a maze trod indeed
+ Through forth-rights and meanders! By your patience,
+ I needs must rest me. \\
+
+\6 Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
+ Who am myself attach'd with weariness,
+ To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.
+ Even here I will put off my hope and keep it
+ No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd
+ Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks
+ Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go.
+
+\7 \[aside to \8\] I am right glad that he's so out of hope.
+ Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
+ That you resolved to effect. \\
+
+\8 \[aside to \7\] The next advantage
+ Will we take throughly. \\
+
+\7 \[aside to \8\] Let it be to-night;
+ For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they
+ Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance
+ As when they are fresh. \\
+
+\8 \[aside to \7\] I say, to-night: no more.
+
+ \[Solemn and strange music\]
+
+\6 What harmony is this? My good friends, hark!
+
+\9 Marvellous sweet music!
+
+ \(Enter \1 above, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in
+ a banquet; they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and,
+ inviting the King, \&c. to eat, they depart\)
+
+\6 Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these?
+
+\8 A living drollery. Now I will believe
+ That there are unicorns, that in Arabia
+ There is one tree, the phoenix' throne, one phoenix
+ At this hour reigning there. \\
+
+\7 I'll believe both;
+ And what does else want credit, come to me,
+ And I'll be sworn 'tis true: travellers ne'er did lie,
+ Though fools at home condemn 'em. \\
+
+\9 If in Naples
+ I should report this now, would they believe me?
+ If I should say, I saw such islanders---
+ For, certes, these are people of the island---
+ Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note,
+ Their manners are more gentle-kind than of
+ Our human generation you shall find
+ Many, nay, almost any. \\
+
+\1 \[aside\] Honest lord,
+ Thou hast said well; for some of you there present
+ Are worse than devils. \\
+
+\6 I cannot too much muse
+ Such shapes, such gesture and such sound, expressing,
+ Although they want the use of tongue, a kind
+ Of excellent dumb discourse. \\
+
+\1 \[aside\] Praise in departing.
+
+\13 They vanish'd strangely. \\
+
+\8 No matter, since
+ They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.
+ Will't please you taste of what is here? \\
+
+\6 Not I.
+
+\9 Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys,
+ Who would believe that there were mountaineers
+ Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em
+ Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men
+ Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find
+ Each putter-out of five for one will bring us
+ Good warrant of. \\
+
+\6 I will stand to and feed,
+ Although my last: no matter, since I feel
+ The best is past. Brother, my lord the duke,
+ Stand to and do as we. \\
+
+ \(Thunder and lightning. Enter \4, like a harpy; claps his wings upon
+ the table; and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes\)
+
+\4 You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,
+ That hath to instrument this lower world
+ And what is in't, the never-surfeited sea
+ Hath caused to belch up you; and on this island
+ Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men
+ Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;
+ And even with such-like valour men hang and drown
+ Their proper selves. \\
+
+ \[\6, \8 \&c. draw their swords\]
+
+ You fools! I and my fellows
+ Are ministers of Fate: the elements,
+ Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
+ Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs
+ Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
+ One dowle that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers
+ Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
+ Your swords are now too massy for your strengths
+ And will not be uplifted. But remember---
+ For that's my business to you---that you three
+ From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
+ Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it,
+ Him and his innocent child: for which foul deed
+ The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
+ Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
+ Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,
+ They have bereft; and do pronounce by me:
+ Lingering perdition, worse than any death
+ Can be at once, shall step by step attend
+ You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from---
+ Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
+ Upon your heads---is nothing but heart-sorrow
+ And a clear life ensuing.
+
+ \(He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft music
+ enter the Shapes again, and dance, with
+ mocks and mows, and carrying out the table\)
+
+\1 Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
+ Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:
+ Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated
+ In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life
+ And observation strange, my meaner ministers
+ Their several kinds have done. My high charms work
+ And these mine enemies are all knit up
+ In their distractions; they now are in my power;
+ And in these fits I leave them, while I visit
+ Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd,
+ And his and mine loved darling.
+
+ \[Exit above\]
+
+\9 I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you
+ In this strange stare? \\
+
+\6 O, it is monstrous, monstrous:
+ Methought the billows spoke and told me of it;
+ The winds did sing it to me, and the thunder,
+ That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced
+ The name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass.
+ Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded, and
+ I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded
+ And with him there lie mudded. \\ \[r]Exit\]
+
+\8 But one fiend at a time,
+ I'll fight their legions o'er. \\
+
+\7 I'll be thy second.
+
+ \[Exeunt \8, and \7\]
+
+\9 All three of them are desperate: their great guilt,
+ Like poison given to work a great time after,
+ Now 'gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech you
+ That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly
+ And hinder them from what this ecstasy
+ May now provoke them to. \\
+
+\12 Follow, I pray you. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+\Act
+\Scene {Before Prospero's cell}
+
+ \(Enter \1, \3, and \2\)
+
+\1 If I have too austerely punish'd you,
+ Your compensation makes amends, for I
+ Have given you here a third of mine own life,
+ Or that for which I live; who once again
+ I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations
+ Were but my trials of thy love and thou
+ Hast strangely stood the test here, afore Heaven,
+ I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,
+ Do not smile at me that I boast her off,
+ For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise
+ And make it halt behind her. \\
+
+\3 I do believe it
+ Against an oracle.
+
+\1 Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition
+ Worthily purchased take my daughter: but
+ If thou dost break her virgin-knot before
+ All sanctimonious ceremonies may
+ With full and holy rite be minister'd,
+ No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
+ To make this contract grow: but barren hate,
+ Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew
+ The union of your bed with weeds so loathly
+ That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,
+ As Hymen's lamps shall light you. \\
+
+\3 As I hope
+ For quiet days, fair issue and long life,
+ With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den,
+ The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion.
+ Our worser genius can, shall never melt
+ Mine honour into lust, to take away
+ The edge of that day's celebration
+ When I shall think: or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd,
+ Or Night kept chain'd below. \\
+
+\1 Fairly spoke.
+ Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own.
+ What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel!
+
+ \[Enter \4\]
+
+\4 What would my potent master? here I am.
+
+\1 Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service
+ Did worthily perform; and I must use you
+ In such another trick. Go bring the rabble,
+ O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place:
+ Incite them to quick motion; for I must
+ Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
+ Some vanity of mine art: it is my promise,
+ And they expect it from me. \\
+
+\4 Presently? \\
+
+\1 Ay, with a twink.
+
+\4 \\
+ {\Locus \textus {+3em}
+ Before you can say `come' and `go,'
+ And breathe twice and cry `so, so,'
+ Each one, tripping on his toe,
+ Will be here with mop and mow.
+ Do you love me, master? no?
+}
+\1 Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approach
+ Till thou dost hear me call. \\
+
+\4 Well, I conceive. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\1 Look thou be true; do not give dalliance
+ Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw
+ To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious,
+ Or else, good night your vow! \\
+
+\3 I warrant you sir;
+ The white cold virgin snow upon my heart
+ Abates the ardour of my liver. \\
+
+\1 Well.
+ Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary,
+ Rather than want a spirit: appear and pertly!
+ No tongue! all eyes! be silent.
+
+\persona*[18]{Iris}
+\persona*[19]{Ceres}
+\persona*[20]{Juno}
+
+ \[Soft music. Enter \18\]
+
+{ \Facies* \textus {\RelSize{-1}}
+
+
+\18 Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
+ Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease;
+ Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
+ And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep;
+ Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,
+ Which spongy April at thy hest betrims,
+ To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom -groves,
+ Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
+ Being lass-lorn: thy pole-clipt vineyard;
+ And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,
+ Where thou thyself dost air;---the queen o' the sky,
+ Whose watery arch and messenger am I,
+ Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace,
+ Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
+ To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain:
+ Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
+
+
+ \[Enter \19\]
+
+
+\19 Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er
+ Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;
+ Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowers
+ Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers,
+ And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
+ My bosky acres and my unshrubb'd down,
+ Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen
+ Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green?
+
+\18 A contract of true love to celebrate;
+ And some donation freely to estate
+ On the blest lovers. \\
+
+\19 Tell me, heavenly bow,
+ If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,
+ Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot
+ The means that dusky Dis my daughter got,
+ Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company
+ I have forsworn. \\
+
+\18 Of her society
+ Be not afraid: I met her deity
+ Cutting the clouds towards Paphos and her son
+ Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done
+ Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
+ Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid
+ Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but vain;
+ Mars's hot minion is returned again;
+ Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
+ Swears he will shoot no more but play with sparrows
+ And be a boy right out. \\
+
+\19 High'st queen of state,
+ Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait.
+
+
+ \[Enter \20\]
+
+\20
+ How does my bounteous sister? Go with me
+ To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be
+ And honour'd in their issue.
+
+ \[They sing\]
+
+{ \Locus \textus {+2.5em}
+
+\20 Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,
+ Long continuance, and increasing,
+ Hourly joys be still upon you!
+ Juno sings her blessings upon you.
+
+\19 Earth's increase, foison plenty,
+ Barns and garners never empty,
+ Vines and clustering bunches growing,
+ Plants with goodly burthen bowing;
+ Spring come to you at the farthest
+ In the very end of harvest!
+ Scarcity and want shall shun you;
+ Ceres' blessing so is on you.
+
+}
+
+}
+
+\3 This is a most majestic vision, and
+ Harmoniously charmingly. May I be bold
+ To think these spirits? \\
+
+\1 Spirits, which by mine art
+ I have from their confines call'd to enact
+ My present fancies. \\
+
+\3 Let me live here ever;
+ So rare a wonder'd father and a wife
+ Makes this place Paradise. \\
+
+ \[\20 and \19 whisper, and send \18 on employment\]
+
+\1 Sweet, now, silence!
+ Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;
+ There's something else to do: hush, and be mute,
+ Or else our spell is marr'd.
+
+{ \Facies* \textus {\RelSize{-1}}
+
+\18 You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks,
+ With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks,
+ Leave your crisp channels and on this green land
+ Answer your summons; Juno does command:
+ Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
+ A contract of true love; be not too late.
+
+ \[Enter certain Nymphs\]
+
+ You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,
+ Come hither from the furrow and be merry:
+ Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on
+ And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
+ In country footing.
+
+ \(Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they
+ join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance;
+ towards the end whereof \1 starts
+ suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a
+ strange, hollow, and confused noise, they
+ heavily vanish\)
+
+}% \Facies \textus {\RelSize{-1}}
+
+\1 \[aside\] I had forgot that foul conspiracy
+ Of the beast Caliban and his confederates
+ Against my life: the minute of their plot
+ Is almost come. Well done! avoid; no more!
+
+\3 This is strange: your father's in some passion
+ That works him strongly. \\
+
+\2 Never till this day
+ Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.
+
+\1 You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
+ As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.
+ Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
+ As I foretold you, were all spirits and
+ Are melted into air, into thin air:
+ And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
+ The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
+ The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
+ Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
+ And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
+ Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
+ As dreams are made on, and our little life
+ Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd;
+ Bear with my weakness; my, brain is troubled:
+ Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:
+ If you be pleased, retire into my cell
+ And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,
+ To still my beating mind. \\
+
+
+\personae{Ferdinand \textit{and} Miranda} We wish your peace. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+\1 Come with a thought I thank thee, Ariel: come.
+
+ \[Enter \4\]
+
+\4 Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure? \\
+
+\1 Spirit,
+ We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
+
+\4 Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,
+ I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'd
+ Lest I might anger thee.
+
+\1 Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?
+
+\4 I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;
+ So fun of valour that they smote the air
+ For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
+ For kissing of their feet; yet always bending
+ Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor;
+ At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears,
+ Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses
+ As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears
+ That calf-like they my lowing follow'd through
+ Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns,
+ Which entered their frail shins: at last I left them
+ I' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell,
+ There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake
+ O'erstunk their feet. \\
+
+\1 This was well done, my bird.
+ Thy shape invisible retain thou still:
+ The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,
+ For stale to catch these thieves. \\
+
+\4 I go, I go. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\1 A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
+ Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
+ Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;
+ And as with age his body uglier grows,
+ So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,
+ Even to roaring. \\
+
+ \[Re-enter \4, loaden with glistering apparel, \&c\]
+
+ Come, hang them on this line.
+
+ \[\1 and \4 remain invisible. Enter \5, \8, and \10, all wet\]
+
+\5 Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not
+ Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\8 Monster, your fairy, which you say is
+ a harmless fairy, has done little better than
+ played the Jack with us.
+
+\10 Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at
+ which my nose is in great indignation.
+
+\8 So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take
+ a displeasure against you, look you,---
+
+\10 Thou wert but a lost monster.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 Good my lord, give me thy favour still.
+ Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to
+ Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly.
+ All's hush'd as midnight yet.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\10 Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,---
+
+\8 There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that,
+ monster, but an infinite loss.
+
+\10 That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your
+ harmless fairy, monster.
+
+\8 I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears
+ for my labour.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 Prithee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here,
+ This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter.
+ Do that good mischief which may make this island
+ Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
+ For aye thy foot-licker.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\8 Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
+
+\10 O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look
+ what a wardrobe here is for thee!
+
+\5 Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.
+
+\10 O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery.
+ O king Stephano!
+
+\8 Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have
+ that gown.
+
+\10 Thy grace shall have it.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 The dropsy drown this fool I what do you mean
+ To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone
+ And do the murder first: if he awake,
+ From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches,
+ Make us strange stuff.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\8 Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line,
+ is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under
+ the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your
+ hair and prove a bald jerkin.
+
+\10 Do, do: we steal by line and level, an't like your grace.
+
+\8 I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't:
+ wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this
+ country. `Steal by line and level' is an excellent
+ pass of pate; there's another garment for't.
+
+\10 Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and
+ away with the rest.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,
+ And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
+ With foreheads villanous low.
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\8 Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this
+ away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you
+ out of my kingdom: go to, carry this.
+
+\10 And this.
+
+\8 Ay, and this.
+
+ \(A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits,
+ in shape of dogs and hounds, and hunt them about,
+ \1 and \4 setting them on\)
+
+\1 Hey, Mountain, hey!
+
+\4 Silver I there it goes, Silver!
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\1 Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark! hark!
+
+ \[\5, \8, and \10, are driven out\]
+
+ Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints
+ With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews
+ With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them
+ Than pard or cat o' mountain. \\
+
+\4 Hark, they roar!
+
+\1 Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
+ Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:
+ Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
+ Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little
+ Follow, and do me service. \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+\Act
+\Scene {Before Prospero's cell}
+
+ \(Enter \1 in his magic robes, and \4\)
+
+\1 Now does my project gather to a head:
+ My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time
+ Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?
+
+\4 On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,
+ You said our work should cease. \\
+
+\1 I did say so,
+ When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,
+ How fares the king and's followers? \\
+
+\4 Confined together
+ In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
+ Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,
+ In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell;
+ They cannot budge till your release. The king,
+ His brother and yours, abide all three distracted
+ And the remainder mourning over them,
+ Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly
+ Him that you term'd, sir, `The good old lord Gonzalo;'
+ His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
+ From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em
+ That if you now beheld them, your affections
+ Would become tender. \\
+
+\1 Dost thou think so, spirit?
+
+\4 Mine would, sir, were I human. \\
+
+\1 And mine shall.
+ Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
+ Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
+ One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
+ Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?
+ Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,
+ Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury
+ Do I take part: the rarer action is
+ In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
+ The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
+ Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel:
+ My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
+ And they shall be themselves. \\
+
+\4 I'll fetch them, sir. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\1 Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,
+ And ye that on the sands with printless foot
+ Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
+ When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
+ By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
+ Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime
+ Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
+ To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,
+ Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd
+ The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
+ And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault
+ Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
+ Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak
+ With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
+ Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up
+ The pine and cedar: graves at my command
+ Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
+ By my so potent art. But this rough magic
+ I here abjure, and, when I have required
+ Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
+ To work mine end upon their senses that
+ This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
+ Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
+ And deeper than did ever plummet sound
+ I'll drown my book.
+
+ \[Solemn music. Re-enter \4 before: then \6, with a frantic gesture,
+ attended by \9; \8 and \7 in like manner, attended by \12 and \13
+ they all enter the circle which \1 had made, and there stand charmed;
+ which \1 observing, speaks:\]
+
+ \1 A solemn air and the best comforter
+ To an unsettled fancy cure thy brains,
+ Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
+ For you are spell-stopp'd.
+ Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
+ Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,
+ Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace,
+ And as the morning steals upon the night,
+ Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
+ Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
+ Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo,
+ My true preserver, and a loyal sir
+ To him you follow'st! I will pay thy graces
+ Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly
+ Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
+ Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.
+ Thou art pinch'd fort now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,
+ You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
+ Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,
+ Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,
+ Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
+ Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding
+ Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
+ Will shortly fill the reasonable shore
+ That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them
+ That yet looks on me, or would know me Ariel,
+ Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:
+ I will discase me, and myself present
+ As I was sometime Milan: quickly, spirit;
+ Thou shalt ere long be free.
+
+ \[\4 sings and helps to attire him\]
+
+{ \Locus \personae {}
+\4 \\
+ \Locus \textus {+3em} \Forma \strophae {0*5{-1}*2}
+ Where the bee sucks. there suck I:
+ In a cowslip's bell I lie;
+ There I couch when owls do cry.
+ On the bat's back I do fly
+ After summer merrily.
+ Merrily, merrily shall I live now
+ Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
+}
+\1 Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee:
+ But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.
+ To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:
+ There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
+ Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain
+ Being awake, enforce them to this place,
+ And presently, I prithee.
+
+\4 I drink the air before me, and return
+ Or ere your pulse twice beat. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\9 All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement
+ Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us
+ Out of this fearful country! \\
+
+\1 Behold, sir king,
+ The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:
+ For more assurance that a living prince
+ Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
+ And to thee and thy company I bid
+ A hearty welcome. \\
+
+\6 Whether thou best he or no,
+ Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
+ As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse
+ Beats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,
+ The affliction of my mind amends, with which,
+ I fear, a madness held me: this must crave,
+ An if this be at all, a most strange story.
+ Thy dukedom I resign and do entreat
+ Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should Prospero
+ Be living and be here? \\
+
+\1 First, noble friend,
+ Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot
+ Be measured or confined. \\
+
+\9 Whether this be
+ Or be not, I'll not swear. \\
+
+\1 You do yet taste
+ Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you
+ Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all!
+ \[aside to \8 and \7\]
+ But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,
+ I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you
+ And justify you traitors: at this time
+ I will tell no tales. \\
+
+\8 \[aside\] The devil speaks in him. \\
+
+\1 No.
+ For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother
+ Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
+ Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require
+ My dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,
+ Thou must restore. \\
+
+\6 If thou be'st Prospero,
+ Give us particulars of thy preservation;
+ How thou hast met us here, who three hours since
+ Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost---
+ How sharp the point of this remembrance is!---
+ My dear son Ferdinand. \\
+
+\1 I am woe for't, sir.
+
+\6 Irreparable is the loss, and patience
+ Says it is past her cure. \\
+
+\1 I rather think
+ You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace
+ For the like loss I have her sovereign aid
+ And rest myself content. \\
+
+\6 You the like loss!
+
+\1 As great to me as late; and, supportable
+ To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
+ Than you may call to comfort you, for I
+ Have lost my daughter. \\
+
+\6 A daughter?
+ O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,
+ The king and queen there! that they were, I wish
+ Myself were mudded in that oozy bed
+ Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?
+
+\1 In this last tempest. I perceive these lords
+ At this encounter do so much admire
+ That they devour their reason and scarce think
+ Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
+ Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have
+ Been justled from your senses, know for certain
+ That I am Prospero and that very duke
+ Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangely
+ Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed,
+ To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;
+ For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
+ Not a relation for a breakfast nor
+ Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
+ This cell's my court: here have I few attendants
+ And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
+ My dukedom since you have given me again,
+ I will requite you with as good a thing;
+ At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye
+ As much as me my dukedom.
+
+ \[Here \1 discovers \3 and \2
+ \ifthenelse {\equal {\housestyle}{penguin}}{\\}{}
+ playing at chess\]
+
+\2 Sweet lord, you play me false. \\
+
+\3 No, my dear'st love,
+ I would not for the world.
+
+\2 Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,
+ And I would call it, fair play. \\
+
+\6 If this prove
+ A vision of the Island, one dear son
+ Shall I twice lose. \\
+
+\8 A most high miracle!
+
+\3 Though the seas threaten, they are merciful;
+ I have cursed them without cause. \\
+ \[Kneels\]
+
+\6 Now all the blessings
+ Of a glad father compass thee about!
+ Arise, and say how thou camest here. \\
+
+\2 O, wonder!
+ How many goodly creatures are there here!
+ How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
+ That has such people in't! \\
+
+\1 'Tis new to thee.
+
+\6 What is this maid with whom thou wast at play?
+ Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
+ Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
+ And brought us thus together? \\
+
+\3 Sir, she is mortal;
+ But by immortal Providence she's mine:
+ I chose her when I could not ask my father
+ For his advice, nor thought I had one. She
+ Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,
+ Of whom so often I have heard renown,
+ But never saw before; of whom I have
+ Received a second life; and second father
+ This lady makes him to me. \\
+
+\6 I am hers:
+ But, O, how oddly will it sound that I
+ Must ask my child forgiveness! \\
+
+\1 There, sir, stop:
+ Let us not burthen our remembrance with
+ A heaviness that's gone. \\
+
+\9 I have inly wept,
+ Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you god,
+ And on this couple drop a blessed crown!
+ For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way
+ Which brought us hither. \\
+
+\6 I say, Amen, Gonzalo!
+
+\9 Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue
+ Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice
+ Beyond a common joy, and set it down
+ With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage
+ Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis,
+ And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife
+ Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom
+ In a poor isle and all of us ourselves
+ When no man was his own. \\
+
+\6 \[To \3 and \2\]
+ Give me your hands:
+ Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart
+ That doth not wish you joy! \\
+
+\9 Be it so! Amen!
+
+ \[Re-enter \4, with the \01 and \02 amazedly following\]
+
+ O, look, sir, look, sir! here is more of us:
+ I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,
+ This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy,
+ That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?
+ Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?
+
+\02 The best news is, that we have safely found
+ Our king and company; the next, our ship---
+ Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split---
+ Is tight and yare and bravely rigg'd as when
+ We first put out to sea.
+
+\4 \[aside to \1\] Sir, all this service
+ Have I done since I went. \\
+
+\1 \[aside to \4\] My tricksy spirit!
+
+\6 These are not natural events; they strengthen
+ From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?
+
+\02 If I did think, sir, I were well awake,
+ I'ld strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep,
+ And---how we know not---all clapp'd under hatches;
+ Where but even now with strange and several noises
+ Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,
+ And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
+ We were awaked; straightway, at liberty;
+ Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
+ Our royal, good and gallant ship, our master
+ Capering to eye her: on a trice, so please you,
+ Even in a dream, were we divided from them
+ And were brought moping hither. \\
+
+\4 \[aside to \1\] Was't well done?
+
+\1 \[aside to \4\] Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free.
+
+\6 This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod
+ And there is in this business more than nature
+ Was ever conduct of: some oracle
+ Must rectify our knowledge. \\
+
+\1 Sir, my liege,
+ Do not infest your mind with beating on
+ The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure
+ Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you,
+ Which to you shall seem probable, of every
+ These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful
+ And think of each thing well. \[aside to \4\] Come hither, spirit:
+ Set Caliban and his companions free;
+ Untie the spell. \\ \[r]Exit \4\]
+ How fares my gracious sir?
+ There are yet missing of your company
+ Some few odd lads that you remember not.
+
+ \[Re-enter \4, driving in \5, \11 and \10, in their stolen apparel\]
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\11 Every man shift for all the rest, and
+ let no man take care for himself; for all is
+ but fortune. Coragio, bully-monster, coragio!
+
+\10 If these be true spies which I wear in my head,
+ here's a goodly sight.
+
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\5 O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!
+ How fine my master is! I am afraid
+ He will chastise me. \\
+
+\8 Ha, ha!
+ What things are these, my lord Antonio?
+ Will money buy 'em? \\
+
+\7 Very like; one of them
+ Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.
+
+\1 Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,
+ Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knave,
+ His mother was a witch, and one so strong
+ That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,
+ And deal in her command without her power.
+ These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil---
+ For he's a bastard one---had plotted with them
+ To take my life. Two of these fellows you
+ Must know and own; this thing of darkness!
+ Acknowledge mine. \\
+
+\5 I shall be pinch'd to death.
+
+\6 Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
+
+\8 He is drunk now: where had he wine?
+
+\6 And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they
+ Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em?
+ How camest thou in this pickle?
+
+\begin{PROSE}
+
+\10 I have been in such a pickle since I
+ saw you last that, I fear me, will never out of
+ my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.
+
+\8 Why, how now, Stephano!
+
+\11 O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp.
+\end{PROSE}
+
+\1 You'ld be king o' the isle, sirrah?
+
+\11 I should have been a sore one then.
+
+\6 This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.
+
+ \[Pointing to Caliban\]
+
+\1 He is as disproportion'd in his manners
+ As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;
+ Take with you your companions; as you look
+ To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
+
+\5 Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter
+ And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass
+ Was I, to take this drunkard for a god
+ And worship this dull fool! \\
+
+\1 Go to; away!
+
+\6 Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.
+
+\8 Or stole it, rather.
+
+ \[Exeunt \5, \11, and \10\]
+
+\1 Sir, I invite your highness and your train
+ To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest
+ For this one night; which, part of it, I'll waste
+ With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it
+ Go quick away; the story of my life
+ And the particular accidents gone by
+ Since I came to this isle: and in the morn
+ I'll bring you to your ship and so to Naples,
+ Where I have hope to see the nuptial
+ Of these our dear-beloved solemnized;
+ And thence retire me to my Milan, where
+ Every third thought shall be my grave. \\
+
+\6 I long
+ To hear the story of your life, which must
+ Take the ear strangely. \\
+
+\1 I'll deliver all;
+ And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales
+ And sail so expeditious that shall catch
+ Your royal fleet far off. --- My Ariel, chick,
+ That is thy charge: then to the elements
+ Be free, and fare thou well! --- Please you, draw near.
+
+ \[r]Exeunt\]
+
+
+ \Facies \titulus {\textsc{\MakeLowercase{#1}}}
+ \SpatiumSupra {1\baselineskip}
+ \SpatiumInfra {.5\baselineskip}
+ \titulus {epilogue}
+ \numerus{1}
+
+
+ \( Spoken by \1\)
+
+ \00 Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
+ And what strength I have's mine own,
+ Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
+ I must be here confined by you,
+ Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
+ Since I have my dukedom got
+ And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
+ In this bare island by your spell;
+ But release me from my bands
+ With the help of your good hands:
+ Gentle breath of yours my sails
+ Must fill, or else my project fails,
+ Which was to please. Now I want
+ Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
+ And my ending is despair,
+ Unless I be relieved by prayer,
+ Which pierces so that it assaults
+ Mercy itself and frees all faults.
+ As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
+ Let your indulgence set me free. \[r]Exit\]
+
+\endVersus
+\endDrama
+
+\BackMatter {The Tempest}
+
+\chapter {Commentary}
+
+\lorem [33524]
+
+\chapter {An account of the text}
+
+\lorem [23142]
+
+\chapter {The music}
+
+\lorem [4312]
+
+\end{document}