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The Tempest


 
 Actus primus, Scena prima.
 
 A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard: Enter a
 Ship-master,
 and a Boteswaine.
 
   Master. Bote-swaine.
 
   Botes. Heere Master: What cheere?
 
   Mast. Good: Speake to th' Mariners: fall
 too't, yarely, or we run our selues a ground,
 bestirre, bestirre.
 
 Enter.
 
 Enter Mariners.
 
   Botes. Heigh my hearts, cheerely, cheerely my harts:
 yare, yare: Take in the toppe-sale: Tend to th' Masters
 whistle: Blow till thou burst thy winde, if roome enough.
 
 Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinando, Gonzalo, and
 others.
 
   Alon. Good Boteswaine haue care: where's the Master?
 Play the men.
 
   Botes. I pray now keepe below.
 
   Anth. Where is the Master, Boson?
 
   Botes. Do you not heare him? you marre our labour,
 Keepe your Cabines: you do assist the storme.
 
   Gonz. Nay, good be patient.
 
   Botes. When the Sea is: hence, what cares these roarers
 for the name of King? to Cabine; silence: trouble vs not.
 
   Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboord.
 
   Botes. None that I more loue then my selfe. You are
 a Counsellor, if you can command these Elements to silence,
 and worke the peace of the present, wee will not
 hand a rope more, vse your authoritie: If you cannot,
 giue thankes you haue liu'd so long, and make your
 selfe readie in your Cabine for the mischance of the
 houre, if it so hap. Cheerely good hearts: out of our
 way I say.
 
 Enter.
 
   Gon. I haue great comfort from this fellow: methinks
 he hath no drowning marke vpon him, his complexion
 is perfect Gallowes: stand fast good Fate to his hanging,
 make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our
 owne doth little aduantage: If he be not borne to bee
 hang'd, our case is miserable.
 
 Enter.
 
 Enter Boteswaine
 
   Botes. Downe with the top-Mast: yare, lower, lower,
 bring her to Try with Maine-course. A plague -
 
 A cry within. Enter Sebastian, Anthonio & Gonzalo.
 
 vpon this howling: they are lowder then the weather,
 or our office: yet againe? What do you heere? Shal we
 giue ore and drowne, haue you a minde to sinke?
 
   Sebas. A poxe o'your throat, you bawling, blasphemous
 incharitable Dog.
 
   Botes. Worke you then.
   Anth. Hang cur, hang, you whoreson insolent Noyse-maker,
 we are lesse afraid to be drownde, then thou art.
 
   Gonz. I'le warrant him for drowning, though the
 Ship were no stronger then a Nutt-shell, and as leaky as
 an vnstanched wench.
 
   Botes. Lay her a hold, a hold, set her two courses off
 to Sea againe, lay her off.
 
 Enter Mariners wet.
 
   Mari. All lost, to prayers, to prayers, all lost.
 
   Botes. What must our mouths be cold?
 
   Gonz. The King, and Prince, at prayers, let's assist them,
 for our case is as theirs
 
    Sebas. I'am out of patience
 
    An. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards,
 This wide-chopt-rascall, would thou mightst lye drowning
 the washing of ten Tides
 
    Gonz. Hee'l be hang'd yet,
 Though euery drop of water sweare against it,
 And gape at widst to glut him.
 
 A confused noyse within.
 
 Mercy on vs.
 We split, we split, Farewell my wife, and children,
 Farewell brother: we split, we split, we split
 
    Anth. Let's all sinke with' King
 
   Seb. Let's take leaue of him.
 
 Enter.
 
   Gonz. Now would I giue a thousand furlongs of Sea,
 for an Acre of barren ground: Long heath, Browne
 firrs, any thing; the wills aboue be done, but I would
 faine dye a dry death.
 
 Enter.
 
 
 Scena Secunda.
 
 
 Enter Prospero and Miranda.
 
   Mira. If by your Art (my deerest father) you haue
 Put the wild waters in this Rore; alay them:
 The skye it seemes would powre down stinking pitch,
 But that the Sea, mounting to th' welkins cheeke,
 Dashes the fire out. Oh! I haue suffered
 With those that I saw suffer: A braue vessell
 (Who had no doubt some noble creature in her)
 Dash'd all to peeces: O the cry did knocke
 Against my very heart: poore soules, they perish'd.
 Had I byn any God of power, I would
 Haue suncke the Sea within the Earth, or ere
 It should the good Ship so haue swallow'd, and
 The fraughting Soules within her
 
    Pros. Be collected,
 No more amazement: Tell your pitteous heart
 there's no harme done
 
    Mira. O woe, the day
 
    Pros. No harme:
 I haue done nothing, but in care of thee
 (Of thee my deere one; thee my daughter) who
 Art ignorant of what thou art. naught knowing
 Of whence I am: nor that I am more better
 Then Prospero, Master of a full poore cell,
 And thy no greater Father
 
    Mira. More to know
 Did neuer medle with my thoughts
 
    Pros. 'Tis time
 I should informe thee farther: Lend thy hand
 And plucke my Magick garment from me: So,
 Lye there my Art: wipe thou thine eyes, haue comfort,
 The direfull spectacle of the wracke which touch'd
 The very vertue of compassion in thee:
 I haue with such prouision in mine Art
 So safely ordered, that there is no soule
 No not so much perdition as an hayre
 Betid to any creature in the vessell
 Which thou heardst cry, which thou saw'st sinke: Sit downe,
 For thou must now know farther
 
    Mira. You haue often
 Begun to tell me what I am, but stopt
 And left me to a bootelesse Inquisition,
 Concluding, stay: not yet
 
    Pros. The howr's now come
 The very minute byds thee ope thine eare,
 Obey, and be attentiue. Canst thou remember
 A time before we came vnto this Cell?
 I doe not thinke thou canst, for then thou was't not
 Out three yeeres old
 
    Mira. Certainely Sir, I can
 
    Pros. By what? by any other house, or person?
 Of any thing the Image, tell me, that
 Hath kept with thy remembrance
 
    Mira. 'Tis farre off:
 And rather like a dreame, then an assurance
 That my remembrance warrants: Had I not
 Fowre, or fiue women once, that tended me?
 
   Pros. Thou hadst; and more Miranda: But how is it
 That this liues in thy minde? What seest thou els
 In the dark-backward and Abisme of Time?
 Yf thou remembrest ought ere thou cam'st here,
 How thou cam'st here thou maist
 
    Mira. But that I doe not
 
    Pros. Twelue yere since (Miranda) twelue yere since,
 Thy father was the Duke of Millaine and
 A Prince of power:
 
   Mira. Sir, are not you my Father?
 
   Pros. Thy Mother was a peece of vertue, and
 She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
 Was Duke of Millaine, and his onely heire,
 And Princesse; no worse Issued
 
    Mira. O the heauens,
 What fowle play had we, that we came from thence?
 Or blessed was't we did?
 
   Pros. Both, both my Girle.
 By fowle-play (as thou saist) were we heau'd thence,
 But blessedly holpe hither
 
    Mira. O my heart bleedes
 To thinke oth' teene that I haue turn'd you to,
 Which is from my remembrance, please you, farther;
 
   Pros. My brother and thy vncle, call'd Anthonio:
 I pray thee marke me, that a brother should
 Be so perfidious: he, whom next thy selfe
 Of all the world I lou'd, and to him put
 The mannage 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 liberall Artes,
 Without a paralell; those being all my studie,
 The Gouernment I cast vpon my brother,
 And to my State grew stranger, being transported
 And rapt in secret studies, thy false vncle
 (Do'st thou attend me?)
 
   Mira. Sir, most heedefully
 
    Pros. Being once perfected how to graunt suites,
 how to deny them: who t' aduance, and who
 To trash for ouer-topping; new created
 The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd 'em,
 Or els new form'd 'em; hauing both the key,
 Of Officer, and office, set all hearts i'th state
 To what tune pleas'd his eare, that now he was
 The Iuy which had hid my princely Trunck,
 And suckt my verdure out on't: Thou attend'st not?
 
   Mira. O good Sir, I doe
 
 Pros. I pray thee marke me:
 I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
 To closenes, and the bettering of my mind
 with that, which but by being so retir'd
 Ore-priz'd all popular rate: in my false brother
 Awak'd an euill nature, and my trust
 Like a good parent, did beget of him
 A falsehood in it's contrarie, as great
 As my trust was, which had indeede no limit,
 A confidence sans bound. He being thus Lorded,
 Not onely with what my reuenew yeelded,
 But what my power might els exact. Like one
 Who hauing into truth, by telling of it,
 Made such a synner of his memorie
 To credite his owne lie, he did beleeue
 He was indeed the Duke, out o'th' Substitution
 And executing th' outward face of Roialtie
 With all prerogatiue: hence his Ambition growing:
 Do'st thou heare ?
 
   Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafenesse
 
    Pros. To haue no Schreene between this part he plaid,
 And him he plaid it for, he needes will be
 Absolute Millaine, Me (poore man) my Librarie
 Was Dukedome large enough: of temporall roalties
 He thinks me now incapable. Confederates
 (so drie he was for Sway) with King of Naples
 To giue him Annuall tribute, doe him homage
 Subiect his Coronet, to his Crowne and bend
 The Dukedom yet vnbow'd (alas poore Millaine)
 To most ignoble stooping
 
    Mira. Oh the heauens:
 
   Pros. Marke his condition, and th' euent, then tell me
 If this might be a brother
 
    Mira. I should sinne
 To thinke but Noblie of my Grand-mother,
 Good wombes haue borne bad sonnes
 
    Pro. Now the Condition.
 This King of Naples being an Enemy
 To me inueterate, hearkens my Brothers suit,
 Which was, That he in lieu o'th' premises,
 Of homage, and I know not how much Tribute,
 Should presently extirpate me and mine
 Out of the Dukedome, and confer faire Millaine
 With all the Honors, on my brother: Whereon
 A treacherous Armie leuied, one mid-night
 Fated to th' purpose, did Anthonio open
 The gates of Millaine, and ith' dead of darkenesse
 The ministers for th' purpose hurried thence
 Me, and thy crying selfe
 
    Mir. Alack, for pitty:
 I not remembring how I cride out then
 Will cry it ore againe: it is a hint
 That wrings mine eyes too't
 
    Pro. Heare a little further,
 And then I'le bring thee to the present businesse
 Which now's vpon's: without the which, this Story
 Were most impertinent
 
    Mir. Wherefore did they not
 That howre destroy vs?
 
   Pro. Well demanded, wench:
 My Tale prouokes that question: Deare, they durst not,
 So deare the loue my people bore me: nor set
 A marke so bloudy on the businesse; but
 With colours fairer, painted their foule ends.
 In few, they hurried vs aboord a Barke,
 Bore vs some Leagues to Sea, where they prepared
 A rotten carkasse of a Butt, not rigg'd,
 Nor tackle, sayle, nor mast, the very rats
 Instinctiuely haue quit it: There they hoyst vs
 To cry to th' Sea, that roard to vs; to sigh
 To th' windes, whose pitty sighing backe againe
 Did vs but louing wrong
 
    Mir. Alack, what trouble
 Was I then to you?
 
    Pro. O, a Cherubin
 Thou was't that did preserue me; Thou didst smile,
 Infused with a fortitude from heauen,
 When I haue deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
 Vnder my burthen groan'd, which rais'd in me
 An vndergoing stomacke, to beare vp
 Against what should ensue
 
    Mir. How came we a shore?
 
    Pro. By prouidence diuine,
 Some food, we had, and some fresh water, that
 A noble Neopolitan Gonzalo
 Out of his Charity, (who being then appointed
 Master of this designe) did giue vs, with
 Rich garments, linnens, stuffs, and necessaries
 Which since haue steeded much, so of his gentlenesse
 Knowing I lou'd my bookes, he furnishd me
 From mine owne Library, with volumes, that
 I prize aboue my Dukedome
 
    Mir. Would I might
 But euer see that man
 
    Pro. Now I arise,
 Sit still, and heare the last of our sea-sorrow:
 Heere in this Iland we arriu'd, and heere
 Haue I, thy Schoolemaster, made thee more profit
 Then other Princesse can, that haue more time
 For vainer howres; and Tutors, not so carefull
 
    Mir. Heuens thank you for't. And now I pray you Sir,
 For still 'tis beating in my minde; your reason
 For raysing this Sea-storme?
 
    Pro. Know thus far forth,
 By accident most strange, bountifull Fortune
 (Now my deere Lady) hath mine enemies
 Brought to this shore: And by my prescience
 I finde my Zenith doth depend vpon
 A most auspitious starre, whose influence
 If now I court not, but omit; my fortunes
 Will euer after droope: Heare cease more questions,
 Thou art inclinde to sleepe: 'tis a good dulnesse,
 And giue it way: I know thou canst not chuse:
 Come away, Seruant, come; I am ready now,
 Approach my Ariel. Come.
 
 Enter Ariel.
 
   Ari. All haile, great Master, graue Sir, haile: I come
 To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
 To swim, to diue into the fire: to ride
 On the curld clowds: to thy strong bidding, taske
 Ariel, and all his Qualitie
 
    Pro. Hast thou, Spirit,
 Performd to point, the Tempest that I bad thee
 
    Ar. To euery Article.
 I boorded the Kings ship: now on the Beake,
 Now in the Waste, the Decke, in euery Cabyn,
 I flam'd amazement, sometime I'ld diuide
 And burne in many places; on the Top-mast,
 The Yards and Bore-spritt, would I flame distinctly,
 Then meete, and ioyne. Ioues Lightning, the precursers
 O'th dreadfull Thunder-claps more momentarie
 And sight out-running were not; the fire, and cracks
 Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
 Seeme to besiege, and make his bold waues tremble,
 Yea, his dread Trident shake
 
    Pro. My braue Spirit,
 Who was so firme, so constant, that this coyle
 Would not infect his reason?
 
   Ar. Not a soule
 But felt a Feauer of the madde, and plaid
 Some tricks of desperation; all but Mariners
 Plung'd in the foaming bryne, and quit the vessell;
 Then all a fire with me the Kings sonne Ferdinand
 With haire vp-staring (then like reeds, not haire)
 Was the first man that leapt; cride hell is empty,
 And all the Diuels are heere
 
    Pro. Why that's my spirit:
 But was not this nye shore?
 
    Ar. Close by, my Master
 
    Pro. But are they (Ariell) safe?
 
    Ar. Not a haire perishd:
 On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
 But fresher then before: and as thou badst me,
 In troops I haue dispersd them 'bout the Isle:
 The Kings sonne haue I landed by himselfe,
 Whom I left cooling of the Ayre with sighes,
 In an odde Angle of the Isle, and sitting
 His armes in this sad knot
 
    Pro. Of the Kings ship,
 The Marriners, say how thou hast disposd,
 And all the rest o'th' Fleete?
 
   Ar. Safely in harbour
 Is the Kings shippe, in the deepe Nooke, where once
 Thou calldst me vp at midnight to fetch dewe
 From the still-vext Bermoothes, there she's hid;
 The Marriners all vnder hatches stowed,
 Who, with a Charme ioynd to their suffred labour
 I haue left asleep: and for the rest o'th' Fleet
 (Which I dispers'd) they all haue met againe,
 And are vpon the Mediterranian Flote
 Bound sadly home for Naples,
 Supposing that they saw the Kings ship wrackt,
 And his great person perish
 
     Pro. Ariel, thy charge
 Exactly is perform'd; but there's more worke:
 What is the time o'th' day?
 
     Ar. Past the mid season
 
     Pro. At least two Glasses: the time 'twixt six & now
 Must by vs both be spent most preciously
 
     Ar. Is there more toyle? Since y dost giue me pains,
 Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
 Which is not yet perform'd me
 
     Pro. How now? moodie?
 What is't thou canst demand?
 
    Ar. My Libertie
 
    Pro. Before the time be out? no more:
 
   Ar. I prethee,
 Remember I haue done thee worthy seruice,
 Told thee no lyes, made thee no mistakings, serv'd
 Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou did promise
 To bate me a full yeere
 
    Pro. Do'st thou forget
 From what a torment I did free thee?
 
    Ar. No
 
    Pro. Thou do'st: & thinkst it much to tread y Ooze
 Of the salt deepe;
 To run vpon the sharpe winde of the North,
 To doe me businesse in the veines o'th' earth
 When it is bak'd with frost
 
    Ar. I doe not Sir
 
    Pro. Thou liest, malignant Thing: hast thou forgot
 The fowle Witch Sycorax, who with Age and Enuy
 Was growne into a hoope? hast thou forgot her?
 
    Ar. No Sir
 
    Pro. Thou hast: where was she born? speak: tell me:
 
    Ar. Sir, in Argier
 
    Pro. Oh, was she so: I must
 Once in a moneth recount what thou hast bin,
 Which thou forgetst. This damn'd Witch Sycorax
 For mischiefes manifold, and sorceries terrible
 To enter humane hearing, from Argier
 Thou know'st was banish'd: for one thing she did
 They wold not take her life: Is not this true?
 
    Ar. I, Sir
 
    Pro. This blew ey'd hag, was hither brought with child,
 And here was left by th' Saylors; thou my slaue,
 As thou reportst thy selfe, was then her seruant,
 And for thou wast a Spirit too delicate
 To act her earthy, and abhord commands,
 Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee
 By helpe of her more potent Ministers,
 And in her most vnmittigable rage,
 Into a clouen Pyne, within which rift
 Imprison'd, thou didst painefully remaine
 A dozen yeeres: within which space she di'd,
 And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groanes
 As fast as Mill-wheeles strike: Then was this Island
 (Saue for the Son, that he did littour heere,
 A frekelld whelpe, hag-borne) not honour'd with
 A humane shape
 
    Ar. Yes: Caliban her sonne
 
    Pro. Dull thing, I say so: he, that Caliban
 Whom now I keepe in seruice, thou best know'st
 What torment I did finde thee in; thy grones
 Did make wolues howle, and penetrate the breasts
 Of euer-angry Beares; it was a torment
 To lay vpon the damn'd, which Sycorax
 Could not againe vndoe: it was mine Art,
 When I arriu'd, and heard thee, that made gape
 The Pyne, and let thee out
 
    Ar. I thanke thee Master
 
    Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an Oake
 And peg-thee in his knotty entrailes, till
 Thou hast howl'd away twelue winters
 
    Ar. Pardon, Master,
 I will be correspondent to command
 And doe my spryting, gently
 
    Pro. Doe so: and after two daies
 I will discharge thee
 
    Ar. That's my noble Master:
 What shall I doe? say what? what shall I doe?
 
   Pro. Goe make thy selfe like a Nymph o'th' Sea,
 Be subiect to no sight but thine, and mine: inuisible
 To euery eye-ball else: goe take this shape
 And hither come in't: goe: hence
 With diligence.
 
 Enter.
 
   Pro. Awake, deere hart awake, thou hast slept well,
 Awake
 
    Mir. The strangenes of your story, put
 Heauinesse in me
 
    Pro. Shake it off: Come on,
 Wee'll visit Caliban, my slaue, who neuer
 Yeelds vs kinde answere
 
    Mir. 'Tis a villaine Sir, I doe not loue to looke on
 
    Pro. But as 'tis
 We cannot misse him: he do's make our fire,
 Fetch in our wood, and serues in Offices
 That profit vs: What hoa: slaue: Caliban:
 Thou Earth, thou: speake
 
    Cal. within. There's wood enough within
 
    Pro. Come forth I say, there's other busines for thee:
 Come thou Tortoys, when?
 
 Enter Ariel like a water Nymph.
 
 Fine apparision: my queint Ariel,
 Hearke in thine eare
 
    Ar. My Lord, it shall be done.
 
 Enter.
 
   Pro. Thou poysonous slaue, got by y diuell himselfe
 Vpon thy wicked Dam; come forth.
 
 
 Enter Caliban.
 
   Cal. As wicked dewe, as ere my mother brush'd
 With Rauens feather from vnwholesome Fen
 Drop on you both: A Southwest blow on yee,
 And blister you all ore
 
    Pro. For this be sure, to night thou shalt haue cramps,
 Side-stitches, that shall pen thy breath vp, Vrchins
 Shall for that vast of night, that they may worke
 All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
 As thicke as hony-combe, each pinch more stinging
 Then Bees that made 'em
 
    Cal. I must eat my dinner:
 This Island's mine by Sycorax my mother,
 Which thou tak'st from me: when thou cam'st first
 Thou stroakst me, & made much of me: wouldst giue me
 Water with berries in't: and teach me how
 To name the bigger Light, and how the lesse
 That burne by day, and night: and then I lou'd thee
 And shew'd thee all the qualities o'th' Isle,
 The fresh Springs, Brine-pits; barren place and fertill,
 Curs'd be I that did so: All the Charmes
 Of Sycorax: Toades, Beetles, Batts light on you:
 For I am all the Subiects that you haue,
 Which first was min owne King: and here you sty-me
 In this hard Rocke, whiles you doe keepe from me
 The rest o'th' Island
 
    Pro. Thou most lying slaue,
 Whom stripes may moue, not kindnes: I haue vs'd thee
 (Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd thee
 In mine owne Cell, till thou didst seeke to violate
 The honor of my childe
 
    Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, would't had bene done:
 Thou didst preuent me, I had peopel'd else
 This Isle with Calibans
 
    Mira. Abhorred Slaue,
 Which any print of goodnesse wilt not take,
 Being capable of all ill: I pittied thee,
 Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each houre
 One thing or other: when thou didst not (Sauage)
 Know thine owne meaning; but wouldst gabble, like
 A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
 With words that made them knowne: But thy vild race
 (Tho thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures
 Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
 Deseruedly confin'd into this Rocke, who hadst
 Deseru'd more then a prison
 
    Cal. 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
 
    Pros. Hag-seed, hence:
 Fetch vs in Fewell, and be quicke thou'rt best
 To answer other businesse: shrug'st thou (Malice)
 If thou neglectst, or dost vnwillingly
 What I command, Ile racke thee with old Crampes,
 Fill all thy bones with Aches, make thee rore,
 That beasts shall tremble at thy dyn
 
    Cal. No, 'pray thee.
 I must obey, his Art is of such pow'r,
 It would controll my Dams god Setebos,
 And make a vassaile of him
 
    Pro. So slaue, hence.
 
 Exit Cal.
 
 Enter Ferdinand & Ariel, inuisible playing & singing.
 
   Ariel Song. Come vnto these yellow sands, and then
 take hands:
 Curtsied when you haue, and kist the wilde waues whist:
 Foote it featly heere, and there, and sweete Sprights beare
 the burthen.
 
 Burthen dispersedly.
 
 Harke, harke, bowgh wawgh: the watch-Dogges barke,
 bowgh-wawgh
 
    Ar. Hark, hark, I heare, the straine of strutting Chanticlere
 cry cockadidle-dowe
 
    Fer. Where shold this Musick be? I'th aire, or th' earth?
 It sounds no more: and sure it waytes vpon
 Some God o'th' Iland, sitting on a banke,
 Weeping againe the King my Fathers wracke.
 This Musicke crept by me vpon the waters,
 Allaying both their fury, and my passion
 With it's sweet ayre: thence I haue follow'd it
 (Or it hath drawne me rather) but 'tis gone.
 No, it begins againe
 
    Ariell Song. Full fadom fiue thy Father lies,
 Of his bones are Corrall made:
 Those are pearles that were his eies,
 Nothing of him that doth fade,
 But doth suffer a Sea-change
 Into something rich, & strange:
 Sea-Nimphs hourly ring his knell.
 
 Burthen: ding dong.
 Harke now I heare them, ding-dong bell
 
    Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd father,
 This is no mortall busines, nor no sound
 That the earth owes: I heare it now aboue me
 
    Pro. The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance,
 And say what thou see'st yond
 
    Mira. What is't a Spirit?
 Lord, how it lookes about: Beleeue me sir,
 It carries a braue forme. But 'tis a spirit
 
    Pro. No wench, it eats, and sleeps, & hath such senses
 As we haue: such. This Gallant which thou seest
 Was in the wracke: and but hee's something stain'd
 With greefe (that's beauties canker) y might'st call him
 A goodly person: he hath lost his fellowes,
 And strayes about to finde 'em
 
    Mir. I might call him
 A thing diuine, for nothing naturall
 I euer saw so Noble
 
    Pro. It goes on I see
 As my soule prompts it: Spirit, fine spirit, Ile free thee
 Within two dayes for this
 
    Fer. Most sure the Goddesse
 On whom these ayres attend: Vouchsafe my pray'r
 May know if you remaine vpon this Island,
 And that you will some good instruction giue
 How I may beare me heere: my prime request
 (Which I do last pronounce) is (O you wonder)
 If you be Mayd, or no?
 
   Mir. No wonder Sir,
 But certainly a Mayd
 
    Fer. My Language? Heauens:
 I am the best of them that speake this speech,
 Were I but where 'tis spoken
 
    Pro. How? the best?
 What wer't thou if the King of Naples heard thee?
 
   Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
 To heare thee speake of Naples: he do's heare me,
 And that he do's, I weepe: my selfe am Naples,
 Who, with mine eyes (neuer since at ebbe) beheld
 The King my Father wrack't
 
    Mir. Alacke, for mercy
 
    Fer. Yes faith, & all his Lords, the Duke of Millaine
 And his braue sonne, being twaine
 
    Pro. The Duke of Millaine
 And his more brauer daughter, could controll thee
 If now 'twere fit to do't: At the first sight
 They haue chang'd eyes: Delicate Ariel,
 Ile set thee free for this. A word good Sir,
 I feare you haue done your selfe some wrong: A word
 
    Mir. Why speakes my father so vngently? This
 Is the third man that ere I saw: the first
 That ere I sigh'd for: pitty moue my father
 To be enclin'd my way
 
    Fer. O, if a Virgin,
 And your affection not gone forth, Ile make you
 The Queene of Naples
 
    Pro. Soft sir, one word more.
 They are both in eythers pow'rs: But this swift busines
 I must vneasie make, least too light winning
 Make the prize light. One word more: I charge thee
 That thou attend me: Thou do'st heere vsurpe
 The name thou ow'st not, and hast put thy selfe
 Vpon this Island, as a spy, to win it
 From me, the Lord on't
 
    Fer. No, as I am a man
 
    Mir. Ther's nothing ill, can dwell in such a Temple,
 If the ill-spirit haue so fayre a house,
 Good things will striue to dwell with't
 
    Pro. Follow me
 
    Pros. Speake not you for him: hee's a Traitor: come,
 Ile manacle thy necke and feete together:
 Sea water shalt thou drinke: thy food shall be
 The fresh-brooke Mussels, wither'd roots, and huskes
 Wherein the Acorne cradled. Follow
 
    Fer. No,
 I will resist such entertainment, till
 Mine enemy ha's more pow'r.
 
 He drawes, and is charmed from mouing.
 
   Mira. O deere Father,
 Make not too rash a triall of him, for
 Hee's gentle, and not fearfull
 
    Pros. What I say,
 My foote my Tutor? Put thy sword vp Traitor,
 Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike: thy conscience
 Is so possest with guilt: Come, from thy ward,
 For I can heere disarme thee with this sticke,
 And make thy weapon drop
 
    Mira. Beseech you Father
 
    Pros. Hence: hang not on my garments
 
    Mira. Sir haue pity,
 Ile be his surety
 
    Pros. Silence: One word more
 Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee: What,
 An aduocate for an Impostor? Hush:
 Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
 (Hauing seene but him and Caliban:) Foolish wench,
 To th' most of men, this is a Caliban,
 And they to him are Angels
 
    Mira. My affections
 Are then most humble: I haue no ambition
 To see a goodlier man
 
    Pros. Come on, obey:
 Thy Nerues are in their infancy againe.
 And haue no vigour in them
 
    Fer. So they are:
 My spirits, as in a dreame, are all bound vp:
 My Fathers losse, the weaknesse which I feele,
 The wracke of all my friends, nor this mans threats,
 To whom I am subdude, are but light to me,
 Might I but through my prison once a day
 Behold this Mayd: all corners else o'th' Earth
 Let liberty make vse of: space enough
 Haue I in such a prison
 
    Pros. It workes: Come on.
 Thou hast done well, fine Ariell: follow me,
 Harke what thou else shalt do mee
 
    Mira. Be of comfort,
 My Fathers of a better nature (Sir)
 Then he appeares by speech: this is vnwonted
 Which now came from him
 
    Pros. Thou shalt be as free
 As mountaine windes; but then exactly do
 All points of my command
 
    Ariell. To th' syllable
 
    Pros. Come follow: speake not for him.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 Actus Secundus. Scoena Prima.
 
 Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco,
 and
 others.
 
   Gonz. Beseech you Sir, be merry; you haue cause,
 (So haue we all) of ioy; for our escape
 Is much beyond our losse; our hint of woe
 Is common, euery day, some Saylors wife,
 The Masters of some Merchant, and the Merchant
 Haue iust our Theame of woe: But for the miracle,
 (I meane our preseruation) few in millions
 Can speake like vs: then wisely (good Sir) weigh
 Our sorrow, with our comfort
 
    Alons. Prethee peace
 
    Seb. He receiues comfort like cold porredge
 
    Ant. The Visitor will not giue him ore so
 
    Seb. Looke, hee's winding vp the watch of his wit,
 By and by it will strike
 
    Gon. Sir
 
    Seb. One: Tell
 
    Gon. When euery greefe is entertaind,
 That's offer'd comes to th' entertainer
 
    Seb. A dollor
 
    Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed, you haue spoken
 truer then you purpos'd
 
    Seb. You haue taken it wiselier then I meant you
 should
 
    Gon. Therefore my Lord
 
    Ant. Fie, what a spend-thrift is he of his tongue
 
    Alon. I pre-thee spare
 
    Gon. Well, I haue done: But yet
 
    Seb. He will be talking
 
    Ant. Which, of he, or Adrian, for a good wager,
 First begins to crow?
 
  Seb. The old Cocke
 
    Ant. The Cockrell
 
    Seb. Done: The wager?
 
    Ant. A Laughter
 
    Seb. A match
 
    Adr. Though this Island seeme to be desert
 
    Seb. Ha, ha, ha
 
    Ant. So: you'r paid
 
    Adr. Vninhabitable, and almost inaccessible
 
    Seb. Yet
 
   Adr. Yet
 
   Ant. He could not misse't
 
    Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate
 temperance
 
    Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench
 
    Seb. I, and a subtle, as he most learnedly deliuer'd
 
    Adr. The ayre breathes vpon vs here most sweetly
 
    Seb. As if it had Lungs, and rotten ones
 
    Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a Fen
 
    Gon. Heere is euery thing aduantageous to life
 
    Ant. True, saue meanes to liue
 
    Seb. Of that there's none, or little
 
    Gon. How lush and lusty the grasse lookes?
 How greene?
 
   Ant. The ground indeed is tawny
 
    Seb. With an eye of greene in't
 
    Ant. He misses not much
 
    Seb. No: he doth but mistake the truth totally
 
    Gon. But the rariety of it is, which is indeed almost
 beyond credit
 
    Seb. As many voucht rarieties are
 
    Gon. That our Garments being (as they were) drencht
 in the Sea, hold notwithstanding their freshnesse and
 glosses, being rather new dy'de then stain'd with salte
 water
 
    Ant. If but one of his pockets could speake, would
 it not say he lyes?
   Seb. I, or very falsely pocket vp his report
 
    Gon. Me thinkes our garments are now as fresh as
 when we put them on first in Affricke, at the marriage
 of the kings faire daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis
 
    Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in
 our returne
 
    Adri. Tunis was neuer grac'd before with such a Paragon
 to their Queene
 
    Gon. Not since widdow Dido's time
 
    Ant. Widow? A pox o'that: how came that Widdow
 in? Widdow Dido!
 
   Seb. What if he had said Widdower aeneas too?
 Good Lord, how you take it?
 
   Adri. Widdow Dido said you? You make me study
 of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis
 
    Gon. This Tunis Sir was Carthage
 
    Adri. Carthage?
 
    Gon. I assure you Carthage
 
    Ant. His word is more then the miraculous Harpe
 
    Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too
 
    Ant. What impossible matter wil he make easy next?
 
   Seb. I thinke hee will carry this Island home in his
 pocket, and giue it his sonne for an Apple
 
    Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the Sea, bring
 forth more Islands
 
    Gon. I
 
    Ant. Why in good time
 
    Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seeme
 now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage
 of your daughter, who is now Queene
 
    Ant. And the rarest that ere came there
 
    Seb. Bate (I beseech you) widdow Dido
 
    Ant. O Widdow Dido? I, Widdow Dido
 
    Gon. Is not Sir my doublet as fresh as the first day I
 wore it? I meane in a sort
 
    Ant. That sort was well fish'd for
 
    Gon. When I wore it at your daughters marriage
 
    Alon. You cram these words into mine eares, against
 the stomacke of my sense: would I had neuer
 Married my daughter there: For comming thence
 My sonne is lost, and (in my rate) she too,
 Who is so farre from Italy remoued,
 I ne're againe shall see her: O thou mine heire
 Of Naples and of Millaine, what strange fish
 Hath made his meale on thee?
 
   Fran. Sir he may liue,
 I saw him beate the surges vnder him,
 And ride vpon their backes; he trod the water
 Whose enmity he flung aside: and brested
 The surge most swolne that met him: his bold head
 'Boue the contentious waues he kept, and oared
 Himselfe with his good armes in lusty stroke
 To th' shore; that ore his waue-worne basis bowed
 As stooping to releeue him: I not doubt
 He came aliue to Land
 
    Alon. No, no, hee's gone
 
    Seb. Sir you may thank your selfe for this great losse,
 That would not blesse our Europe with your daughter,
 But rather loose her to an Affrican,
 Where she at least, is banish'd from your eye,
 Who hath cause to wet the greefe on't
 
    Alon. Pre-thee peace
 
    Seb. You were kneel'd too, & importun'd otherwise
 By all of vs: and the faire soule her selfe
 Waigh'd betweene loathnesse, and obedience, at
 Which end o'th' beame should bow: we haue lost your son,
 I feare for euer: Millaine and Naples haue
 Mo widdowes in them of this businesse making,
 Then we bring men to comfort them:
 The faults your owne
 
    Alon. So is the deer'st oth' losse
 
    Gon. My Lord Sebastian,
 The truth you speake doth lacke some gentlenesse,
 And time to speake it in: you rub the sore,
 When you should bring the plaister
 
    Seb. Very well
 
    Ant. And most Chirurgeonly
 
    Gon. It is foule weather in vs all, good Sir,
 When you are cloudy
 
    Seb. Fowle weather?
 
   Ant. Very foule
 
    Gon. Had I plantation of this Isle my Lord
 
    Ant. Hee'd sow't with Nettle-seed
 
    Seb. Or dockes, or Mallowes
 
    Gon. And were the King on't, what would I do?
 
   Seb. Scape being drunke, for want of Wine
 
    Gon. I'th' Commonwealth I would (by contraries)
 Execute all things: For no kinde of Trafficke
 Would I admit: No name of Magistrate:
 Letters should not be knowne: Riches, pouerty,
 And vse of seruice, none: Contract, Succession,
 Borne, bound of Land, Tilth, Vineyard none:
 No vse of Mettall, Corne, or Wine, or Oyle:
 No occupation, all men idle, all:
 And Women too, but innocent and pure:
 No Soueraignty
 
    Seb. Yet he would be King on't
 
    Ant. The latter end of his Common-wealth forgets
 the beginning
 
    Gon. All things in common Nature should produce
 Without sweat or endeuour: Treason, fellony,
 Sword, Pike, Knife, Gun, or neede of any Engine
 Would I not haue: but Nature should bring forth
 Of it owne kinde, all foyzon, all abundance
 To feed my innocent people
 
    Seb. No marrying 'mong his subiects?
 
   Ant. None (man) all idle; Whores and knaues,
 
   Gon. I would with such perfection gouerne Sir:
 T' Excell the Golden Age
 
    Seb. 'Saue his Maiesty
 
    Ant. Long liue Gonzalo
 
    Gon. And do you marke me, Sir?
 
   Alon. Pre-thee no more: thou dost talke nothing to me
 
    Gon. I do well beleeue your Highnesse, and did it
 to minister occasion to these Gentlemen, who are of
 such sensible and nimble Lungs, that they alwayes vse
 to laugh at nothing
 
    Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at
 
    Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling am nothing
 to you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still
 
    Ant. What a blow was there giuen?
 
   Seb. And it had not falne flat-long
 
    Gon. You are Gentlemen of braue mettal: you would
 lift the Moone out of her spheare, if she would continue
 in it fiue weekes without changing.
 
 Enter Ariell playing solemne Musicke.
 
   Seb. We would so, and then go a Bat-fowling
 
    Ant. Nay good my Lord, be not angry
 
    Gon. No I warrant you, I will not aduenture my
 discretion so weakly: Will you laugh me asleepe, for I
 am very heauy
 
    Ant. Go sleepe, and heare vs
 
    Alon. What, all so soone asleepe? I wish mine eyes
 Would (with themselues) shut vp my thoughts,
 I finde they are inclin'd to do so
 
    Seb. Please you Sir,
 Do not omit the heauy offer of it:
 It sildome visits sorrow, when it doth, it is a Comforter
 
    Ant. We two my Lord, will guard your person,
 While you take your rest, and watch your safety
 
    Alon. Thanke you: Wondrous heauy
 
    Seb. What a strange drowsines possesses them?
 
   Ant. It is the quality o'th' Clymate
 
    Seb. Why
 Doth it not then our eye-lids sinke? I finde
 Not my selfe dispos'd to sleep
 
    Ant. Nor I, my spirits are nimble:
 They fell together all, as by consent
 They dropt, as by a Thunder-stroke: what might
 Worthy Sebastian? O, what might? no more:
 And yet, me thinkes I see it in thy face,
 What thou should'st be: th' occasion speaks thee, and
 My strong imagination see's a Crowne
 Dropping vpon thy head
 
    Seb. What? art thou waking?
 
   Ant. Do you not heare me speake?
 
   Seb. I do, and surely
 It is a sleepy Language; and thou speak'st
 Out of thy sleepe: What is it thou didst say?
 This is a strange repose, to be asleepe
 With eyes wide open: standing, speaking, mouing:
 And yet so fast asleepe
 
    Ant. Noble Sebastian,
 Thou let'st thy fortune sleepe: die rather: wink'st
 Whiles thou art waking
 
    Seb. Thou do'st snore distinctly,
 There's meaning in thy snores
 
    Ant. I am more serious then my custome: you
 Must be so too, if heed me: which to do,
 Trebbles thee o're
 
    Seb. Well: I am standing water
 
    Ant. Ile teach you how to flow
 
    Seb. Do so: to ebbe
 Hereditary Sloth instructs me
 
    Ant. O!
 If you but knew how you the purpose cherish
 Whiles thus you mocke it: how in stripping it
 You more inuest it: ebbing men, indeed
 (Most often) do so neere the bottome run
 By their owne feare, or sloth
 
    Seb. 'Pre-thee say on,
 The setting of thine eye, and cheeke proclaime
 A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
 Which throwes thee much to yeeld
 
    Ant. Thus Sir:
 Although this Lord of weake remembrance; this
 Who shall be of as little memory
 When he is earth'd, hath here almost perswaded
 (For hee's a Spirit of perswasion, onely
 Professes to perswade) the King his sonne's aliue,
 'Tis as impossible that hee's vndrown'd,
 As he that sleepes heere, swims
 
    Seb. I haue no hope
 That hee's vndrown'd
 
    Ant. O, out of that no hope,
 What great hope haue you? No hope that way, Is
 Another way so high a hope, that euen
 Ambition cannot pierce a winke beyond
 But doubt discouery there. Will you grant with me
 That Ferdinand is drown'd
 
    Seb. He's gone
 
    Ant. Then tell me, who's the next heire of Naples?
 
    Seb. Claribell
 
    Ant. She that is Queene of Tunis: she that dwels
 Ten leagues beyond mans life: she that from Naples
 Can haue no note, vnlesse the Sun were post:
 The Man i'th Moone's too slow, till new-borne chinnes
 Be rough, and Razor-able: She that from whom
 We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast againe,
 (And by that destiny) to performe an act
 Whereof, what's past is Prologue; what to come
 In yours, and my discharge
 
    Seb. What stuffe is this? How say you?
 'Tis true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tunis,
 So is she heyre of Naples, 'twixt which Regions
 There is some space
 
    Ant. A space, whose eu'ry cubit
 Seemes to cry out, how shall that Claribell
 Measure vs backe to Naples? keepe in Tunis,
 And let Sebastian wake. Say, this were death
 That now hath seiz'd them, why they were no worse
 Then now they are: There be that can rule Naples
 As well as he that sleepes: Lords, that can prate
 As amply, and vnnecessarily
 As this Gonzallo: I my selfe could make
 A Chough of as deepe chat: O, that you bore
 The minde that I do; what a sleepe were this
 For your aduancement? Do you vnderstand me?
 
    Seb. Me thinkes I do
 
    Ant. And how do's your content
 Tender your owne good fortune?
 
   Seb. I remember
 You did supplant your Brother Prospero
 
    Ant. True:
 And looke how well my Garments sit vpon me,
 Much feater then before: My Brothers seruants
 Were then my fellowes, now they are my men
 
    Seb. But for your conscience
 
    Ant. I Sir: where lies that? If 'twere a kybe
 'Twould put me to my slipper: But I feele not
 This Deity in my bosome: 'Twentie consciences
 That stand 'twixt me, and Millaine, candied be they,
 And melt ere they mollest: Heere lies your Brother,
 No better then the earth he lies vpon,
 If he were that which now hee's like (that's dead)
 Whom I with this obedient steele (three inches of it)
 Can lay to bed for euer: whiles you doing thus,
 To the perpetuall winke for aye might put
 This ancient morsell: this Sir Prudence, who
 Should not vpbraid our course: for all the rest
 They'l take suggestion, as a Cat laps milke,
 They'l tell the clocke, to any businesse that
 We say befits the houre
 
    Seb. Thy case, deere Friend
 Shall be my president: As thou got'st Millaine,
 I'le come by Naples: Draw thy sword, one stroke
 Shall free thee from the tribute which thou paiest,
 And I the King shall loue thee
 
    Ant. Draw together:
 And when I reare my hand, do you the like
 To fall it on Gonzalo
 
    Seb. O, but one word.
 
 Enter Ariell with Musicke and Song.
 
   Ariel. My Master through his Art foresees the danger
 That you (his friend) are in, and sends me forth
 (For else his proiect dies) to keepe them liuing.
 
 Sings in Gonzaloes eare.
 
 While you here do snoaring lie,
 Open-ey'd Conspiracie
 His time doth take:
 If of Life you keepe a care,
 Shake off slumber and beware.
 Awake, awake
 
    Ant. Then let vs both be sodaine
 
    Gon. Now, good Angels preserue the King
 
    Alo. Why how now hoa; awake? why are you drawn?
 Wherefore this ghastly looking?
 
   Gon. What's the matter?
 
   Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
 (Euen now) we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
 Like Buls, or rather Lyons, did't not wake you?
 It strooke mine eare most terribly
 
    Alo. I heard nothing
 
    Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a Monsters eare;
 To make an earthquake: sure it was the roare
 Of a whole heard of Lyons
 
    Alo. Heard you this Gonzalo?
 
   Gon. Vpon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming,
 (And that a strange one too) which did awake me:
 I shak'd you Sir, and cride: as mine eyes opend,
 I saw their weapons drawne: there was a noyse,
 That's verily: 'tis best we stand vpon our guard;
 Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons
 
    Alo. Lead off this ground & let's make further search
 For my poore sonne
 
    Gon. Heauens keepe him from these Beasts:
 For he is sure i'th Island
 
    Alo. Lead away
 
    Ariell. Prospero my Lord, shall know what I haue done.
 So (King) goe safely on to seeke thy Son.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 Scoena Secunda.
 
 Enter Caliban, with a burthen of Wood (a noyse of thunder heard.)
 
   Cal. All the infections that the Sunne suckes vp
 From Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
 By ynch-meale a disease: his Spirits heare me,
 And yet I needes must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
 Fright me with Vrchyn-shewes, pitch me i'th mire,
 Nor lead me like a fire-brand, in the darke
 Out of my way, vnlesse he bid 'em; but
 For euery trifle, are they set vpon me,
 Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me,
 And after bite me: then like Hedg-hogs, which
 Lye tumbling in my bare-foote way, and mount
 Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I
 All wound with Adders, who with clouen tongues
 Doe hisse me into madnesse: Lo, now Lo,
 
 Enter  Trinculo.
 
 Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment me
 For bringing wood in slowly: I'le fall flat,
 Perchance he will not minde me
 
    Tri. Here's neither bush, nor shrub to beare off any
 weather at all: and another Storme brewing, I heare it
 sing ith' winde: yond same blacke cloud, yond huge
 one, lookes like a foule bumbard that would shed his
 licquor: if it should thunder, as it did before, I know
 not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot
 choose but fall by pailefuls. What haue we here, a man,
 or a fish? dead or aliue? a fish, hee smels like a fish: a
 very ancient and fish-like smell: a kinde of, not of the
 newest poore-Iohn: a strange fish: were I in England
 now (as once I was) and had but this fish painted; not
 a holiday-foole there but would giue a peece of siluer:
 there, would this Monster, make a man: any strange
 beast there, makes a man: when they will not giue a
 doit to relieue a lame Begger, they will lay out ten to see
 a dead Indian: Leg'd like a man; and his Finnes like
 Armes: warme o'my troth: I doe now let loose my opinion;
 hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an Islander,
 that hath lately suffered by a Thunderbolt: Alas,
 the storme is come againe: my best way is to creepe vnder
 his Gaberdine: there is no other shelter hereabout:
 Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellowes:
 I will here shrowd till the dregges of the storme
 be past.
 
 Enter Stephano singing..
 
   Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, here shall I dye ashore.
 This is a very scuruy tune to sing at a mans
 Funerall: well, here's my comfort.
 
 Drinkes.
 
 Sings.
 
 The Master, the Swabber, the Boate-swaine & I;
 The Gunner, and his Mate
 Lou'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margerie,
 But none of vs car'd for Kate.
 For she had a tongue with a tang,
 Would cry to a Sailor goe hang:
 She lou'd not the sauour of Tar nor of Pitch,
 Yet a Tailor might scratch her where ere she did itch.
 Then to Sea Boyes, and let her goe hang.
 This is a scuruy tune too:
 But here's my comfort.
 
 Drinks.
 
   Cal. Doe not torment me: oh
 
    Ste. What's the matter?
 Haue we diuels here?
 Doe you put trickes vpon's with Saluages, and Men of
 Inde? ha? I haue not scap'd drowning, to be afeard
 now of your foure legges: for it hath bin said; as proper
 a man as euer went on foure legs, cannot make him
 giue ground: and it shall be said so againe, while Stephano
 breathes at' nostrils
 
    Cal. The Spirit torments me: oh
 
    Ste. This is some Monster of the Isle, with foure legs;
 who hath got (as I take it) an Ague: where the diuell
 should he learne our language? I will giue him some reliefe
 if it be but for that: if I can recouer him, and keepe
 him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a Present
 for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-leather
 
    Cal. Doe not torment me 'prethee: I'le bring my
 wood home faster
 
    Ste. He's in his fit now; and doe's not talke after the
 wisest; hee shall taste of my Bottle: if hee haue neuer
 drunke wine afore, it will goe neere to remoue his Fit:
 if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, I will not take
 too much for him; hee shall pay for him that hath him,
 and that soundly
 
    Cal. Thou do'st me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon,
 I know it by thy trembling: Now Prosper workes
 vpon thee
 
    Ste. Come on your wayes: open your mouth: here
 is that which will giue language to you Cat; open your
 mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and
 that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open
 your chaps againe
 
    Tri. I should know that voyce:
 It should be,
 But hee is dround; and these are diuels; O defend
 me
 
    Ste. Foure legges and two voyces; a most delicate
 Monster: his forward voyce now is to speake well of
 his friend; his backward voice, is to vtter foule speeches,
 and to detract: if all the wine in my bottle will recouer
 him, I will helpe his Ague: Come: Amen, I will
 poure some in thy other mouth
 
    Tri. Stephano
 
    Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy:
 This is a diuell, and no Monster: I will leaue him, I
 haue no long Spoone
 
    Tri. Stephano: if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and
 speake to me: for I am Trinculo; be not afeard, thy
 good friend Trinculo
 
    Ste. If thou bee'st Trinculo: come forth: I'le pull
 thee by the lesser legges: if any be Trinculo's legges,
 these are they: Thou art very Trinculo indeede: how
 cam'st thou to be the siege of this Moone-calfe? Can
 he vent Trinculo's?
 
   Tri. I tooke him to be kil'd with a thunder-strok; but
 art thou not dround Stephano: I hope now thou art
 not dround: Is the Storme ouer-blowne? I hid mee
 vnder the dead Moone-Calfes Gaberdine, for feare of
 the Storme: And art thou liuing Stephano? O Stephano,
 two Neapolitanes scap'd?
 
   Ste. 'Prethee doe not turne me about, my stomacke
 is not constant
 
    Cal. These be fine things, and if they be not sprights:
 that's a braue God, and beares Celestiall liquor: I will
 kneele to him
 
    Ste. How did'st thou scape?
 How cam'st thou hither?
 Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam'st hither: I escap'd
 vpon a But of Sacke, which the Saylors heaued o'reboord,
 by this Bottle which I made of the barke of
 a Tree, with mine owne hands, since I was cast a'shore
 
    Cal. I'le sweare vpon that Bottle, to be thy true subiect,
 for the liquor is not earthly
 
    St. Heere: sweare then how thou escap'dst
 
    Tri. Swom ashore (man) like a Ducke: I can swim
 like a Ducke i'le be sworne
 
    Ste. Here, kisse the Booke.
 Though thou canst swim like a Ducke, thou art made
 like a Goose
 
    Tri. O Stephano, ha'st any more of this?
 
   Ste. The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rocke
 by th' sea-side, where my Wine is hid:
 How now Moone-Calfe, how do's thine Ague?
 
   Cal. Ha'st thou not dropt from heauen?
 
   Ste. Out o'th Moone I doe assure thee. I was the
 Man ith' Moone, when time was
 
    Cal. I haue seene thee in her: and I doe adore thee:
 My Mistris shew'd me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Bush
 
    Ste. Come, sweare to that: kisse the Booke: I will
 furnish it anon with new Contents: Sweare
 
    Tri. By this good light, this is a very shallow Monster:
 I afeard of him? a very weake Monster:
 The Man ith' Moone?
 A most poore creadulous Monster:
 Well drawne Monster, in good sooth
 
    Cal. Ile shew thee euery fertill ynch o'th Island: and
 I will kisse thy foote: I prethee be my god
 
    Tri. By this light, a most perfidious, and drunken
 Monster, when's god's a sleepe he'll rob his Bottle
 
    Cal. Ile kisse thy foot, Ile sweare my selfe thy Subiect
 
    Ste. Come on then: downe and sweare
 
    Tri. I shall laugh my selfe to death at this puppi-headed
 Monster: a most scuruie Monster: I could finde in
 my heart to beate him
 
    Ste. Come, kisse
 
    Tri. But that the poore Monster's in drinke:
 An abhominable Monster
 
    Cal. I'le shew thee the best Springs: I'le plucke thee
 Berries: I'le fish for thee; and get thee wood enough.
 A plague vpon the Tyrant that I serue;
 I'le beare him no more Stickes, but follow thee, thou
 wondrous man
 
    Tri. A most rediculous Monster, to make a wonder of
 a poore drunkard
 
    Cal. I 'prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow;
 and I with my long nayles will digge thee pig-nuts;
 show thee a Iayes nest, and instruct thee how to snare
 the nimble Marmazet: I'le bring thee to clustring
 Philbirts, and sometimes I'le get thee young Scamels
 from the Rocke: Wilt thou goe with me?
 
   Ste. I pre'thee now lead the way without any more
 talking. Trinculo, the King, and all our company else
 being dround, wee will inherit here: Here; beare my
 Bottle: Fellow Trinculo; we'll fill him by and by againe.
 
 Caliban Sings drunkenly.
 
 Farewell Master; farewell, farewell
 
    Tri. A howling Monster: a drunken Monster
 
    Cal. No more dams I'le make for fish,
 Nor fetch in firing, at requiring,
 Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish,
 Ban' ban' Cacalyban
 Has a new Master, get a new Man.
 Freedome, high-day, high-day freedome, freedome highday,
 freedome
 
    Ste. O braue Monster; lead the way.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 
 Actus Tertius. Scoena Prima.
 
 Enter Ferdinand (bearing a Log.)
 
   Fer. There be some Sports are painfull; & their labor
 Delight in them set off: Some kindes of basenesse
 Are nobly vndergon; and most poore matters
 Point to rich ends: this my meane Taske
 Would be as heauy to me, as odious, but
 The Mistris which I serue, quickens what's dead,
 And makes my labours, pleasures: O She is
 Ten times more gentle, then her Father's crabbed;
 And he's compos'd of harshnesse. I must remoue
 Some thousands of these Logs, and pile them vp,
 Vpon a sore iniunction; my sweet Mistris
 Weepes when she sees me worke, & saies, such basenes
 Had neuer like Executor: I forget:
 But these sweet thoughts, doe euen refresh my labours,
 Most busie lest, when I doe it.
 
 Enter Miranda | and Prospero.
 
   Mir. Alas, now pray you
 Worke not so hard: I would the lightning had
 Burnt vp those Logs that you are enioynd to pile:
 Pray set it downe, and rest you: when this burnes
 'Twill weepe for hauing wearied you: my Father
 Is hard at study; pray now rest your selfe,
 Hee's safe for these three houres
 
    Fer. O most deere Mistris
 The Sun will set before I shall discharge
 What I must striue to do
 
    Mir. If you'l sit downe
 Ile beare your Logges the while: pray giue me that,
 Ile carry it to the pile
 
    Fer. No precious Creature,
 I had rather cracke my sinewes, breake my backe,
 Then you should such dishonor vndergoe,
 While I sit lazy by
 
    Mir. It would become me
 As well as it do's you; and I should do it
 With much more ease: for my good will is to it,
 And yours it is against
 
    Pro. Poore worme thou art infected,
 This visitation shewes it
 
    Mir. You looke wearily
 
    Fer. No, noble Mistris, 'tis fresh morning with me
 When you are by at night: I do beseech you
 Cheefely, that I might set it in my prayers,
 What is your name?
 
   Mir. Miranda, O my Father,
 I haue broke your hest to say so
 
    Fer. Admir'd Miranda,
 Indeede the top of Admiration, worth
 What's deerest to the world: full many a Lady
 I haue ey'd with best regard, and many a time
 Th' harmony of their tongues, hath into bondage
 Brought my too diligent eare: for seuerall vertues
 Haue I lik'd seuerall women, neuer any
 With so full soule, but some defect in her
 Did quarrell with the noblest grace she ow'd,
 And put it to the foile. But you, O you,
 So perfect, and so peerlesse, are created
 Of euerie Creatures best
 
    Mir. I do not know
 One of my sexe; no womans face remember,
 Saue from my glasse, mine owne: Nor haue I seene
 More that I may call men, then you good friend,
 And my deere Father: how features are abroad
 I am skillesse of; but by my modestie
 (The iewell in my dower) I would not wish
 Any Companion in the world but you:
 Nor can imagination forme a shape
 Besides your selfe, to like of: but I prattle
 Something too wildely, and my Fathers precepts
 I therein do forget
 
    Fer. I am, in my condition
 A Prince (Miranda) I do thinke a King
 (I would not so) and would no more endure
 This wodden slauerie, then to suffer
 The flesh-flie blow my mouth: heare my soule speake.
 The verie instant that I saw you, did
 My heart flie to your seruice, there resides
 To make me slaue to it, and for your sake
 Am I this patient Logge-man
 
    Mir. Do you loue me?
 
   Fer. O heauen; O earth, beare witnes to this sound,
 And crowne what I professe with kinde euent
 If I speake true: if hollowly, inuert
 What best is boaded me, to mischiefe: I,
 Beyond all limit of what else i'th world
 Do loue, prize, honor you
 
    Mir. I am a foole
 To weepe at what I am glad of
 
    Pro. Faire encounter
 Of two most rare affections: heauens raine grace
 On that which breeds betweene 'em
 
    Fer. Wherefore weepe you?
 
   Mir. At mine vnworthinesse, that dare not offer
 What I desire to giue; and much lesse take
 What I shall die to want: But this is trifling,
 And all the more it seekes to hide it selfe,
 The bigger bulke it shewes. Hence bashfull cunning,
 And prompt me plaine and holy innocence.
 I am your wife, if you will marrie me;
 If not, Ile die your maid: to be your fellow
 You may denie me, but Ile be your seruant
 Whether you will or no
 
    Fer. My Mistris (deerest)
 And I thus humble euer
 
    Mir. My husband then?
 
   Fer. I, with a heart as willing
 As bondage ere of freedome: heere's my hand
 
    Mir. And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewel
 Till halfe an houre hence
 
    Fer. A thousand, thousand.
 
 Exeunt.
 
   Pro. So glad of this as they I cannot be,
 Who are surpriz'd with all; but my reioycing
 At nothing can be more: Ile to my booke,
 For yet ere supper time, must I performe
 Much businesse appertaining.
 
 Enter.
 
 
 Scoena Secunda.
 
 Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo.
 
   Ste. Tell not me, when the But is out we will drinke
 water, not a drop before; therefore beare vp, & boord
 em' Seruant Monster, drinke to me
 
    Trin. Seruant Monster? the folly of this Iland, they
 say there's but fiue vpon this Isle; we are three of them,
 if th' other two be brain'd like vs, the State totters
 
    Ste. Drinke seruant Monster when I bid thee, thy
 eies are almost set in thy head
 
    Trin. Where should they bee set else? hee were a
 braue Monster indeede if they were set in his taile
 
    Ste. My man-Monster hath drown'd his tongue in
 sacke: for my part the Sea cannot drowne mee, I swam
 ere I could recouer the shore, fiue and thirtie Leagues
 off and on, by this light thou shalt bee my Lieutenant
 Monster, or my Standard
 
    Trin. Your Lieutenant if you list, hee's no standard
 
    Ste. Weel not run Monsieur Monster
 
    Trin. Nor go neither: but you'l lie like dogs, and yet
 say nothing neither
 
    Ste. Moone-calfe, speak once in thy life, if thou beest
 a good Moone-calfe
 
    Cal. How does thy honour? Let me licke thy shooe:
 Ile not serue him, he is not valiant
 
    Trin. Thou liest most ignorant Monster, I am in case
 to iustle a Constable: why, thou debosh'd Fish thou,
 was there euer man a Coward, that hath drunk so much
 Sacke as I to day? wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being
 but halfe a Fish, and halfe a Monster?
 
   Cal. Loe, how he mockes me, wilt thou let him my
 Lord?
 
   Trin. Lord, quoth he? that a Monster should be such
 a Naturall?
 
   Cal. Loe, loe againe: bite him to death I prethee
 
    Ste. Trinculo, keepe a good tongue in your head: If
 you proue a mutineere, the next Tree: the poore Monster's
 my subiect, and he shall not suffer indignity
 
    Cal. I thanke my noble Lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd
 to hearken once againe to the suite I made to thee?
 
   Ste. Marry will I: kneele, and repeate it,
 I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.
 
 Enter Ariell inuisible.
 
   Cal. As I told thee before, I am subiect to a Tirant,
 A Sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me
 Of the Island
 
    Ariell. Thou lyest
 
    Cal. Thou lyest, thou iesting Monkey thou:
 I would my valiant Master would destroy thee.
 I do not lye
 
    Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale,
 By this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth
 
    Trin. Why, I said nothing
 
    Ste. Mum then, and no more: proceed
 
    Cal. I say by Sorcery he got this Isle
 From me, he got it. If thy Greatnesse will
 Reuenge it on him, (for I know thou dar'st)
 But this Thing dare not
 
    Ste. That's most certaine
 
    Cal. Thou shalt be Lord of it, and Ile serue thee
 
    Ste. How now shall this be compast?
 Canst thou bring me to the party?
 
   Cal. Yea, yea my Lord, Ile yeeld him thee asleepe,
 Where thou maist knocke a naile into his head
 
    Ariell. Thou liest, thou canst not
 
    Cal. What a py'de Ninnie's this? Thou scuruy patch:
 I do beseech thy Greatnesse giue him blowes,
 And take his bottle from him: When that's gone,
 He shall drinke nought but brine, for Ile not shew him
 Where the quicke Freshes are
 
    Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger:
 Interrupt the Monster one word further, and by this
 hand, Ile turne my mercie out o' doores, and make a
 Stockfish of thee
 
    Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing:
 Ile go farther off
 
    Ste. Didst thou not say he lyed?
   Ariell. Thou liest
 
    Ste. Do I so? Take thou that,
 As you like this, giue me the lye another time
 
    Trin. I did not giue the lie: Out o'your wittes, and
 hearing too?
 A pox o'your bottle, this can Sacke and drinking doo:
 A murren on your Monster, and the diuell take your
 fingers
 
    Cal. Ha, ha, ha
 
    Ste. Now forward with your Tale: prethee stand
 further off
 
    Cal. Beate him enough: after a little time
 Ile beate him too
 
    Ste. Stand farther: Come proceede
 
    Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custome with him
 I'th afternoone to sleepe: there thou maist braine him,
 Hauing first seiz'd his bookes: Or with a logge
 Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
 Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember
 First to possesse his Bookes; for without them
 Hee's but a Sot, as I am; nor hath not
 One Spirit to command: they all do hate him
 As rootedly as I. Burne but his Bookes,
 He ha's braue Vtensils (for so he calles them)
 Which when he ha's a house, hee'l decke withall.
 And that most deeply to consider, is
 The beautie of his daughter: he himselfe
 Cals her a non-pareill: I neuer saw a woman
 But onely Sycorax my Dam, and she;
 But she as farre surpasseth Sycorax,
 As great'st do's least
 
    Ste. Is it so braue a Lasse?
 
   Cal. I Lord, she will become thy bed, I warrant,
 And bring thee forth braue brood
 
    Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and
 I will be King and Queene, saue our Graces: and Trinculo
 and thy selfe shall be Viceroyes:
 Dost thou like the plot Trinculo?
 
   Trin. Excellent
 
    Ste. Giue me thy hand, I am sorry I beate thee:
 But while thou liu'st keepe a good tongue in thy head
 
    Cal. Within this halfe houre will he be asleepe,
 Wilt thou destroy him then?
 
   Ste. I on mine honour
 
    Ariell. This will I tell my Master
 
    Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure,
 Let vs be iocond. Will you troule the Catch
 You taught me but whileare?
 
   Ste. At thy request Monster, I will do reason,
 Any reason: Come on Trinculo, let vs sing.
 
 Sings.
 
 Flout 'em, and cout 'em: and skowt 'em, and flout 'em,
 Thought is free
 
    Cal. That's not the tune.
 
 Ariell plaies the tune on a Tabor and Pipe.
 
   Ste. What is this same?
 
   Trin. This is the tune of our Catch, plaid by the picture
 of No-body
 
    Ste. If thou beest a man, shew thy selfe in thy likenes:
 If thou beest a diuell, take't as thou list
 
    Trin. O forgiue me my sinnes
 
    Ste. He that dies payes all debts: I defie thee;
 Mercy vpon vs
 
    Cal. Art thou affeard?
 
   Ste. No Monster, not I
 
    Cal. Be not affeard, the Isle is full of noyses,
 Sounds, and sweet aires, that giue delight and hurt not:
 Sometimes a thousand twangling Instruments
 Will hum about mine eares; and sometime voices,
 That if I then had wak'd after long sleepe,
 Will make me sleepe againe, and then in dreaming,
 The clouds methought would open, and shew riches
 Ready to drop vpon me, that when I wak'd
 I cri'de to dreame againe
 
    Ste. This will proue a braue kingdome to me,
 Where I shall haue my Musicke for nothing
 
    Cal. When Prospero is destroy'd
 
    Ste. That shall be by and by:
 I remember the storie
 
    Trin. The sound is going away,
 Lets follow it, and after do our worke
 
    Ste. Leade Monster,
 Wee'l follow: I would I could see this Taborer,
 He layes it on
 
    Trin. Wilt come?
 Ile follow Stephano.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 
 Scena Tertia.
 
 Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzallo, Adrian, Francisco,
 &c.
 
   Gon. By'r lakin, I can goe no further, Sir,
 My old bones akes: here's a maze trod indeede
 Through fourth-rights, & Meanders: by your patience,
 I needes must rest me
 
    Al. Old Lord, I cannot blame thee,
 Who, am my selfe attach'd with wearinesse
 To th' dulling of my spirits: Sit downe, and rest:
 Euen here I will put off my hope, and keepe it
 No longer for my Flatterer: he is droun'd
 Whom thus we stray to finde, and the Sea mocks
 Our frustrate search on land: well, let him goe
 
    Ant. I am right glad, that he's so out of hope:
 Doe not for one repulse forgoe the purpose
 That you resolu'd t' effect
 
    Seb. The next aduantage will we take throughly
 
    Ant. Let it be to night,
 For now they are oppress'd with trauaile, they
 Will not, nor cannot vse such vigilance
 As when they are fresh.
 
 Solemne and strange Musicke: and Prosper on the top (inuisible:)
 Enter seuerall strange shapes, bringing in a Banket; and dance
 about it with
 gentle actions of salutations, and inuiting the King, &c. to eate,
 they
 depart.
 
   Seb. I say to night: no more
 
    Al. What harmony is this? my good friends, harke
 
    Gon. Maruellous sweet Musicke
 
    Alo. Giue vs kind keepers, heaue[n]s: what were these?
 
   Seb. A liuing Drolerie: now I will beleeue
 That there are Vnicornes: that in Arabia
 There is one Tree, the Phoenix throne, one Phoenix
 At this houre reigning there
 
    Ant. Ile beleeue both:
 And what do's else want credit, come to me
 And Ile besworne 'tis true: Trauellers nere did lye,
 Though fooles at home condemne 'em
 
    Gon. If in Naples
 I should report this now, would they beleeue me?
 If I should say I saw such Islands;
 (For certes, these are people of the Island)
 Who though they are of monstrous shape, yet note
 Their manners are more gentle, kinde, then of
 Our humaine generation you shall finde
 Many, nay almost any
 
    Pro. Honest Lord,
 Thou hast said well: for some of you there present;
 Are worse then diuels
 
    Al. I cannot too much muse
 Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound expressing
 (Although they want the vse of tongue) a kinde
 Of excellent dumbe discourse
 
    Pro. Praise in departing
 
    Fr. They vanish'd strangely
 
    Seb. No matter, since
 They haue left their Viands behinde; for wee haue stomacks.
 Wilt please you taste of what is here?
 
   Alo. Not I
 
    Gon. Faith Sir, you neede not feare: when wee were Boyes
 Who would beleeue that there were Mountayneeres,
 Dew-lapt, like Buls, whose throats had hanging at 'em
 Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men
 Whose heads stood in their brests? which now we finde
 Each putter out of fiue for one, will bring vs
 Good warrant of
 
    Al. I will stand to, and feede,
 Although my last, no matter, since I feele
 The best is past: brother: my Lord, the Duke,
 Stand too, and doe as we.
 
 Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariell (like a Harpey) claps his
 wings vpon
 the Table, and with a quient deuice the Banquet vanishes.
 
   Ar. You are three men of sinne, whom destiny
 That hath to instrument this lower world,
 And what is in't: the neuer surfeited Sea,
 Hath caus'd to belch vp you: and on this Island,
 Where man doth not inhabit, you 'mongst men,
 Being most vnfit to liue: I haue made you mad;
 And euen with such like valour, men hang, and drowne
 Their proper selues: you fooles, I and my fellowes
 Are ministers of Fate, the Elements
 Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
 Wound the loud windes, or with bemockt-at-Stabs
 Kill the still closing waters, as diminish
 One dowle that's in my plumbe: My fellow ministers
 Are like-invulnerable: if you could hurt,
 Your swords are now too massie for your strengths,
 And will not be vplifted: But remember
 (For that's my businesse to you) that you three
 From Millaine did supplant good Prospero,
 Expos'd vnto the Sea (which hath requit it)
 Him, and his innocent childe: for which foule deed,
 The Powres, delaying (not forgetting) haue
 Incens'd the Seas, and Shores; yea, all the Creatures
 Against your peace: Thee of thy Sonne, Alonso
 They haue bereft; and doe pronounce by me
 Lingring perdition (worse then any death
 Can be at once) shall step, by step attend
 You, and your wayes, whose wraths to guard you from,
 Which here, in this most desolate Isle, else fals
 Vpon your heads, is nothing but hearts-sorrow,
 And a cleere life ensuing.
 
 He vanishes in Thunder: then (to soft Musicke.) Enter the shapes
 againe,
 and daunce (with mockes and mowes) and carrying out the Table.
 
   Pro. Brauely the figure of this Harpie, hast thou
 Perform'd (my Ariell) a grace it had deuouring:
 Of my Instruction, hast thou nothing bated
 In what thou had'st to say: so with good life,
 And obseruation strange, my meaner ministers
 Their seuerall kindes haue done: my high charmes work,
 And these (mine enemies) are all knit vp
 In their distractions: they now are in my powre;
 And in these fits, I leaue them, while I visit
 Yong Ferdinand (whom they suppose is droun'd)
 And his, and mine lou'd darling
 
    Gon. I'th name of something holy, Sir, why stand you
 In this strange stare?
 
   Al. O, it is monstrous: monstrous:
 Me thought the billowes spoke, and told me of it,
 The windes did sing it to me: and the Thunder
 (That deepe and dreadfull Organ-Pipe) pronounc'd
 The name of Prosper: it did base my Trespasse,
 Therefore my Sonne i'th Ooze is bedded; and
 I'le seeke him deeper then ere plummet sounded,
 And with him there lye mudded.
 
 Enter.
 
   Seb. But one feend at a time,
 Ile fight their Legions ore
 
    Ant. Ile be thy Second.
 
 Exeunt.
 
   Gon. All three of them are desperate: their great guilt
 (Like poyson giuen to worke a great time after)
 Now gins to bite the spirits: I doe beseech you
 (That are of suppler ioynts) follow them swiftly,
 And hinder them from what this extasie
 May now prouoke them to
 
    Ad. Follow, I pray you.
 
 Exeunt. omnes.
 
 
 Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
 
 Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.
 
   Pro. If I haue too austerely punish'd you,
 Your compensation makes amends, for I
 Haue giuen you here, a third of mine owne life,
 Or that for which I liue: who, once againe
 I tender to thy hand: All thy vexations
 Were but my trials of thy loue, and thou
 Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore heauen
 I ratifie this my rich guift: O Ferdinand,
 Doe not smile at me, that I boast her of,
 For thou shalt finde she will out-strip all praise
 And make it halt, behinde her
 
    Fer. I doe beleeue it
 Against an Oracle
 
    Pro. Then, as my guest, and thine owne acquisition
 Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But
 If thou do'st breake her Virgin-knot, before
 All sanctimonious ceremonies may
 With full and holy right, be ministred,
 No sweet aspersion shall the heauens let fall
 To make this contract grow; but barraine hate,
 Sower-ey'd disdaine, and discord shall bestrew
 The vnion of your bed, with weedes so loathly
 That you shall hate it both: Therefore take heede,
 As Hymens Lamps shall light you
 
    Fer. As I hope
 For quiet dayes, faire Issue, and long life,
 With such loue, as 'tis now the murkiest den,
 The most opportune place, the strongst suggestion,
 Our worser Genius can, shall neuer melt
 Mine honor into lust, to take away
 The edge of that dayes celebration,
 When I shall thinke, or Phoebus Steeds are founderd,
 Or Night kept chain'd below
 
    Pro. Fairely spoke;
 Sit then, and talke with her, she is thine owne;
 What Ariell; my industrious serua[n]t Ariell.
 
 Enter Ariell.
 
   Ar. What would my potent master? here I am
 
    Pro. Thou, and thy meaner fellowes, your last seruice
 Did worthily performe: and I must vse you
 In such another tricke: goe bring the rabble
 (Ore whom I giue thee powre) here, to this place:
 Incite them to quicke motion, for I must
 Bestow vpon the eyes of this yong couple
 Some vanity of mine Art: it is my promise,
 And they expect it from me
 
    Ar. Presently?
 
   Pro. I: with a twincke
 
    Ar. Before you can say come, and goe,
 And breathe twice; and cry, so, so:
 Each one tripping on his Toe,
 Will be here with mop, and mowe.
 Doe you loue me Master? no?
 
   Pro. Dearely, my delicate Ariell: doe not approach
 Till thou do'st heare me call
 
    Ar. Well: I conceiue.
 
 Enter.
 
   Pro. Looke thou be true: doe not giue dalliance
 Too much the raigne: the strongest oathes, are straw
 To th' fire ith' blood: be more abstenious,
 Or else good night your vow
 
    Fer. I warrant you, Sir,
 The white cold virgin Snow, vpon my heart
 Abates the ardour of my Liuer
 
    Pro. Well.
 Now come my Ariell, bring a Corolary,
 Rather then want a Spirit; appear, & pertly.
 
 Soft musick.
 
 No tongue: all eyes: be silent.
 
 Enter Iris.
 
   Ir. Ceres, most bounteous Lady, thy rich Leas
 Of Wheate, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oates and Pease;
 Thy Turphie-Mountaines, where liue nibling Sheepe,
 And flat Medes thetchd with Stouer, them to keepe:
 Thy bankes with pioned, and twilled brims
 Which spungie Aprill, at thy hest betrims;
 To make cold Nymphes chast crownes; & thy broomegroues;
 Whose shadow the dismissed Batchelor loues,
 Being lasse-lorne: thy pole-clipt vineyard,
 And thy Sea-marge stirrile, and rockey-hard,
 Where thou thy selfe do'st ayre, the Queene o'th Skie,
 Whose watry Arch, and messenger, am I.
 Bids thee leaue these, & with her soueraigne grace,
 
 Iuno  descends.
 
 Here on this grasse-plot, in this very place
 To come, and sport: here Peacocks flye amaine:
 Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertaine.
 
 Enter Ceres.
 
   Cer. Haile, many-coloured Messenger, that nere
 Do'st disobey the wife of Iupiter:
 Who, with thy saffron wings, vpon my flowres
 Diffusest hony drops, refreshing showres,
 And with each end of thy blew bowe do'st crowne
 My boskie acres, and my vnshrubd downe,
 Rich scarph to my proud earth: why hath thy Queene
 Summond me hither, to this short gras'd Greene?
 
   Ir. A contract of true Loue, to celebrate,
 And some donation freely to estate
 On the bles'd Louers
 
    Cer. Tell me heauenly Bowe,
 If Venus or her Sonne, as thou do'st know,
 Doe now attend the Queene? since they did plot
 The meanes, that duskie Dis, my daughter got,
 Her, and her blind-Boyes scandald company,
 I haue forsworne
 
    Ir. Of her societie
 Be not afraid: I met her deitie
 Cutting the clouds towards Paphos: and her Son
 Doue-drawn with her: here thought they to haue done
 Some wanton charme, vpon this Man and Maide,
 Whose vowes are, that no bed-right shall be paid
 Till Hymens Torch be lighted: but in vaine,
 Marses hot Minion is returnd againe,
 Her waspish headed sonne, has broke his arrowes,
 Swears he will shoote no more, but play with Sparrows,
 And be a Boy right out
 
    Cer. Highest Queene of State,
 Great Iuno comes, I know her by her gate
 
   Iu. How do's my bounteous sister? goe with me
 To blesse this twaine, that they may prosperous be,
 And honourd in their Issue.
 
 They sing.
 
   Iu. Honor, riches, marriage, blessing,
 Long continuance, and encreasing,
 Hourely ioyes, be still vpon you,
 Iuno sings her blessings on you.
 Earths increase, foyzon plentie,
 Barnes, and Garners, neuer empty.
 Vines, with clustring bunches growing,
 Plants, with goodly burthen bowing:
 Spring come to you at the farthest,
 In the very end of Haruest.
 Scarcity and want shall shun you,
 Ceres blessing so is on you
 
    Fer. This is a most maiesticke vision, and
 Harmonious charmingly: may I be bold
 To thinke these spirits?
 
   Pro. Spirits, which by mine Art
 I haue from their confines call'd to enact
 My present fancies
 
    Fer. Let me liue here euer,
 So rare a wondred Father, and a wise
 Makes this place Paradise
 
    Pro. Sweet now, silence:
 Iuno and Ceres whisper seriously,
 There's something else to doe: hush, and be mute
 Or else our spell is mar'd.
 
 Iuno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment.
 
   Iris. You Nimphs cald Nayades of y windring brooks,
 With your sedg'd crownes, and euer-harmelesse lookes,
 Leaue your crispe channels, and on this green-Land
 Answere your summons, Iuno do's command.
 Come temperate Nimphes, and helpe to celebrate
 A Contract of true Loue: be not too late.
 
 Enter Certaine Nimphes.
 
 You Sun-burn'd Sicklemen of August weary,
 Come hether from the furrow, and be merry,
 Make holly day: your Rye-straw hats put on,
 And these fresh Nimphes encounter euery one
 In Country footing.
 
 Enter certaine Reapers (properly habited:) they ioyne with the
 Nimphes,
 in a gracefull dance, towards the end whereof, Prospero starts
 sodainly
 and speakes, after which to a strange hollow and confused noyse,
 they
 heauily vanish.
 
   Pro. I had forgot that foule conspiracy
 Of the beast Calliban, and his confederates
 Against my life: the minute of their plot
 Is almost come: Well done, auoid: no more
 
    Fer. This is strange: your fathers in some passion
 That workes him strongly
 
    Mir. Neuer till this day
 Saw I him touch'd with anger, so distemper'd
 
    Pro. You doe looke (my son) in a mou'd sort,
 As if you were dismaid: be cheerefull Sir,
 Our Reuels now are ended: These our actors,
 (As I foretold you) were all Spirits, and
 Are melted into Ayre, into thin Ayre,
 And like the baselesse fabricke of this vision
 The Clowd-capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces,
 The solemne Temples, the great Globe it selfe,
 Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolue,
 And like this insubstantiall Pageant faded
 Leaue not a racke behinde: we are such stuffe
 As dreames are made on; and our little life
 Is rounded with a sleepe: Sir, I am vext,
 Beare with my weakenesse, my old braine is troubled:
 Be not disturb'd with my infirmitie,
 If you be pleas'd, retire into my Cell,
 And there repose, a turne or two, Ile walke
 To still my beating minde
 
    Fer. Mir. We wish your peace.
 
 Enter.
 
   Pro. Come with a thought; I thank thee Ariell: come.
 
 Enter Ariell.
 
   Ar. Thy thoughts I cleaue to, what's thy pleasure?
 
   Pro. Spirit: We must prepare to meet with Caliban
 
    Ar. I my Commander, when I presented Ceres
 I thought to haue told thee of it, but I fear'd
 Least I might anger thee
 
    Pro. Say again, where didst thou leaue these varlots?
 
   Ar. I told you Sir, they were red-hot with drinking,
 So full of valour, that they smote the ayre
 For breathing in their faces: beate the ground
 For kissing of their feete; yet alwaies bending
 Towards their proiect: then I beate my Tabor,
 At which like vnback't colts they prickt their eares,
 Aduanc'd their eye-lids, lifted vp their noses
 As they smelt musicke, so I charm'd their eares
 That Calfe-like, they my lowing follow'd, through
 Tooth'd briars, sharpe firzes, pricking gosse, & thorns,
 Which entred their fraile shins: at last I left them
 I'th' filthy mantled poole beyond your Cell,
 There dancing vp to th' chins, that the fowle Lake
 Ore-stunck their feet
 
    Pro. This was well done (my bird)
 Thy shape inuisible retaine thou still:
 The trumpery in my house, goe bring it hither
 For stale to catch these theeues
 
    Ar. I go, I goe.
 
 Enter.
 
   Pro. A Deuill, a borne-Deuill, on whose nature
 Nurture can neuer sticke: on whom my paines
 Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost,
 And, as with age, his body ouglier growes,
 So his minde cankers: I will plague them all,
 Euen to roaring: Come, hang on them this line.
 
 Enter Ariell, loaden with glistering apparell, &c. Enter Caliban,
 Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.
 
   Cal. Pray you tread softly, that the blinde Mole may
 not heare a foot fall: we now are neere his Cell
 
    St. Monster, your Fairy, w you say is a harmles Fairy,
 Has done little better then plaid the Iacke with vs
 
    Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-pisse, at which
 My nose is in great indignation
 
    Ste. So is mine. Do you heare Monster: If I should
 Take a displeasure against you: Looke you
 
    Trin. Thou wert but a lost Monster
 
    Cal. Good my Lord, giue me thy fauour stil,
 Be patient, for the prize Ile bring thee too
 Shall hudwinke this mischance: therefore speake softly,
 All's husht as midnight yet
 
    Trin. I, but to loose our bottles in the Poole
 
    Ste. There is not onely disgrace and dishonor in that
 Monster, but an infinite losse
 
    Tr. That's more to me then my wetting:
 Yet this is your harmlesse Fairy, Monster
 
    Ste. I will fetch off my bottle,
 Though I be o're eares for my labour
 
    Cal. Pre-thee (my King) be quiet. Seest thou heere
 This is the mouth o'th Cell: no noise, and enter:
 Do that good mischeefe, which may make this Island
 Thine owne for euer, and I thy Caliban
 For aye thy foot-licker
 
    Ste. Giue me thy hand,
 I do begin to haue bloody thoughts
 
    Trin. O King Stephano, O Peere: O worthy Stephano,
 Looke what a wardrobe heere is for thee
 
    Cal. Let it alone thou foole, it is but trash
 
    Tri. Oh, ho, Monster: wee know what belongs to a
 frippery, O King Stephano
 
    Ste. Put off that gowne (Trinculo) by this hand Ile
 haue that gowne
 
    Tri. Thy grace shall haue it
 
    Cal. The dropsie drowne this foole, what doe you meane
 To doate thus on such luggage? let's alone
 And doe the murther first: if he awake,
 From toe to crowne hee'l fill our skins with pinches,
 Make vs strange stuffe
 
    Ste. Be you quiet (Monster) Mistris line, is not this
 my Ierkin? how is the Ierkin vnder the line: now Ierkin
 you are like to lose your haire, & proue a bald Ierkin
 
    Trin. Doe, doe; we steale by lyne and leuell, and't
 like your grace
 
    Ste. I thank thee for that iest; heer's a garment for't:
 Wit shall not goe vn-rewarded while I am King of this
 Country: Steale by line and leuell, is an excellent passe
 of pate: there's another garment for't
 
    Tri. Monster, come put some Lime vpon your fingers,
 and away with the rest
 
    Cal. I will haue none on't: we shall loose our time,
 And all be turn'd to Barnacles, or to Apes
 With foreheads villanous low
 
    Ste. Monster, lay to your fingers: helpe to beare this
 away, where my hogshead of wine is, or Ile turne you
 out of my kingdome: goe to, carry this
 
    Tri. And this
 
    Ste. I, and this.
 
 A noyse of Hunters heard. Enter diuers Spirits in shape of Dogs
 and
 Hounds, hunting them about: Prospero and Ariel setting them on.
 
   Pro. Hey Mountaine, hey
 
    Ari. Siluer: there it goes, Siluer
 
    Pro. Fury, Fury: there Tyrant, there: harke, harke.
 Goe, charge my Goblins that they grinde their ioynts
 With dry Convultions, shorten vp their sinewes
 With aged Cramps, & more pinch-spotted make them,
 Then Pard, or Cat o' Mountaine
 
    Ari. Harke, they rore
 
    Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this houre
 Lies at my mercy all mine enemies:
 Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
 Shalt haue the ayre at freedome: for a little
 Follow, and doe me seruice.
 
 Exeunt.
 
 
 Actus quintus: Scoena Prima.
 
 Enter Prospero (in his Magicke robes) and Ariel.
 
   Pro. Now do's my Proiect gather to a head:
 My charmes cracke not: my Spirits obey, and Time
 Goes vpright with his carriage: how's the day?
 
   Ar. On the sixt hower, at which time, my Lord
 You said our worke should cease
 
    Pro. I did say so,
 When first I rais'd the Tempest: say my Spirit,
 How fares the King, and's followers?
 
   Ar. Confin'd together
 In the same fashion, as you gaue in charge,
 Iust as you left them; all prisoners Sir
 In the Line-groue which weather-fends your Cell,
 They cannot boudge till your release: The King,
 His Brother, and yours, abide all three distracted,
 And the remainder mourning ouer them,
 Brim full of sorrow, and dismay: but chiefly
 Him that you term'd Sir, the good old Lord Gonzallo,
 His teares runs downe his beard like winters drops
 From eaues of reeds: your charm so strongly works 'em
 That if you now beheld them, your affections
 Would become tender
 
    Pro. Dost thou thinke so, Spirit?
 
   Ar. Mine would, Sir, were I humane
 
    Pro. And mine shall.
 Hast thou (which art but aire) a touch, a feeling
 Of their afflictions, and shall not my selfe,
 One of their kinde, that rellish all as sharpely,
 Passion as they, be kindlier mou'd then thou art?
 Thogh with their high wrongs I am strook to th' quick,
 Yet, with my nobler reason, gainst my furie
 Doe I take part: the rarer Action is
 In vertue, then in vengeance: they, being penitent,
 The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
 Not a frowne further: Goe, release them Ariell,
 My Charmes Ile breake, their sences Ile restore,
 And they shall be themselues
 
    Ar. Ile fetch them, Sir.
 
 Enter.
 
   Pro. Ye Elues of hils, brooks, sta[n]ding lakes & groues,
 And ye, that on the sands with printlesse foote
 Doe chase the ebbingNeptune, and doe flie him
 When he comes backe: you demy-Puppets, that
 By Moone-shine doe the greene sowre Ringlets make,
 Whereof the Ewe not bites: and you, whose pastime
 Is to make midnight-Mushrumps, that reioyce
 To heare the solemne Curfewe, by whose ayde
 (Weake Masters though ye be) I haue bedymn'd
 The Noone-tide Sun, call'd forth the mutenous windes,
 And twixt the greene Sea, and the azur'd vault
 Set roaring warre: To the dread ratling Thunder
 Haue I giuen fire, and rifted Ioues stowt Oke
 With his owne Bolt: The strong bass'd promontorie
 Haue I made shake, and by the spurs pluckt vp
 The Pyne, and Cedar. Graues at my command
 Haue wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth
 By my so potent Art. But this rough Magicke
 I heere abiure: and when I haue requir'd
 Some heauenly Musicke (which euen now I do)
 To worke mine end vpon their Sences, that
 This Ayrie-charme is for, I'le breake my staffe,
 Bury it certaine fadomes in the earth,
 And deeper then did euer Plummet sound
 Ile drowne my booke.
 
 Solemne musicke.
 
 Heere enters Ariel before: Then Alonso with a franticke gesture,
 attended
 by Gonzalo. Sebastian and Anthonio in like manner attended by
 Adrian and
 Francisco: They all enter the circle which Prospero had made, and
 there
 stand charm'd: which Prospero obseruing, speakes.
 
 A solemne Ayre, and the best comforter,
 To an vnsetled fancie, Cure thy braines
 (Now vselesse) boile within thy skull: there stand
 For you are Spell-stopt.
 Holy Gonzallo, Honourable man,
 Mine eyes ev'n sociable to the shew of thine
 Fall fellowly drops: The charme dissolues apace,
 And as the morning steales vpon the night
 (Melting the darkenesse) so their rising sences
 Begin to chace the ignorant fumes that mantle
 Their cleerer reason. O good Gonzallo
 My true preseruer, and a loyall Sir,
 To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
 Home both in word, and deede: Most cruelly
 Did thou Alonso, vse me, and my daughter:
 Thy brother was a furtherer in the Act,
 Thou art pinch'd for't now Sebastian. Flesh, and bloud,
 You, brother mine, that entertaine ambition,
 Expelld remorse, and nature, whom, with Sebastian
 (Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong)
 Would heere haue kill'd your King: I do forgiue thee,
 Vnnaturall though thou art: Their vnderstanding
 Begins to swell, and the approching tide
 Will shortly fill the reasonable shore
 That now ly foule, and muddy: not one of them
 That yet lookes on me, or would know me: Ariell,
 Fetch me the Hat, and Rapier in my Cell,
 I will discase me, and my selfe present
 As I was sometime Millaine: quickly Spirit,
 Thou shalt ere long be free.
 
 Ariell sings, and helps to attire him.
 
 Where the Bee sucks, there suck I,
 In a Cowslips bell, I lie,
 There I cowch when Owles doe crie,
 On the Batts backe I doe flie
 after Sommer merrily.
 Merrily, merrily, shall I liue now,
 Vnder the blossom that hangs on the Bow
 
    Pro. Why that's my dainty Ariell: I shall misse
 Thee, but yet thou shalt haue freedome: so, so, so,
 To the Kings ship, inuisible as thou art,
 There shalt thou finde the Marriners asleepe
 Vnder the Hatches: the Master and the Boat-swaine
 Being awake, enforce them to this place;
 And presently, I pre'thee
 
    Ar. I drinke the aire before me, and returne
 Or ere your pulse twice beate.
 
 Enter.
 
   Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement
 Inhabits heere: some heauenly power guide vs
 Out of this fearefull Country
 
    Pro. Behold Sir King
 The wronged Duke of Millaine, Prospero:
 For more assurance that a liuing Prince
 Do's now speake to thee, I embrace thy body,
 And to thee, and thy Company, I bid
 A hearty welcome
 
    Alo. Where thou bee'st he or no,
 Or some inchanted triflle to abuse me,
 (As late I haue beene) I not know: thy Pulse
 Beats as of flesh, and blood: and since I saw thee,
 Th' affliction of my minde amends, with which
 I feare a madnesse held me: this must craue
 (And if this be at all) a most strange story.
 Thy Dukedome I resigne, and doe entreat
 Thou pardon me my wrongs: But how shold Prospero
 Be liuing, and be heere?
 
   Pro. First, noble Frend,
 Let me embrace thine age, whose honor cannot
 Be measur'd, or confin'd
 
    Gonz. Whether this be,
 Or be not, I'le not sweare
 
    Pro. You doe yet taste
 Some subtleties o'th' Isle, that will nor let you
 Beleeue things certaine: Wellcome, my friends all,
 But you, my brace of Lords, were I so minded
 I heere could plucke his Highnesse frowne vpon you
 And iustifie you Traitors: at this time
 I will tell no tales
 
    Seb. The Diuell speakes in him:
 
   Pro. No:
 For you (most wicked Sir) whom to call brother
 Would euen infect my mouth, I do forgiue
 Thy rankest fault; all of them: and require
 My Dukedome of thee, which, perforce I know
 Thou must restore
 
    Alo. If thou beest Prospero
 Giue vs particulars of thy preseruation,
 How thou hast met vs heere, whom three howres since
 Were wrackt vpon this shore? where I haue lost
 (How sharp the point of this remembrance is)
 My deere sonne Ferdinand
 
    Pro. I am woe for't, Sir
 
    Alo. Irreparable is the losse, and patience
 Saies, it is past her cure
 
    Pro. I rather thinke
 You haue not sought her helpe, of whose soft grace
 For the like losse, I haue her soueraigne aid,
 And rest my selfe content
 
    Alo. You the like losse?
 
   Pro. As great to me, as late, and supportable
 To make the deere losse, haue I meanes much weaker
 Then you may call to comfort you; for I
 Haue lost my daughter
 
    Alo. A daughter?
 Oh heauens, that they were liuing both in Naples
 The King and Queene there, that they were, I wish
 My selfe were mudded in that oozie bed
 Where my sonne lies: when did you lose your daughter?
 
   Pro. In this last Tempest. I perceiue these Lords
 At this encounter doe so much admire,
 That they deuoure their reason, and scarce thinke
 Their eies doe offices of Truth: Their words
 Are naturall breath: but howsoeu'r you haue
 Beene iustled from your sences, know for certain
 That I am Prospero, and that very Duke
 Which was thrust forth of Millaine, who most strangely
 Vpon this shore (where you were wrackt) 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 break-fast, nor
 Befitting this first meeting: Welcome, Sir;
 This Cell's my Court: heere haue I few attendants,
 And Subiects none abroad: pray you looke in:
 My Dukedome since you haue giuen me againe,
 I will requite you with as good a thing,
 At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye
 As much, as me my Dukedome.
 
 Here Prospero discouers Ferdinand and Miranda, playing at
 Chesse.
 
   Mir. Sweet Lord, you play me false
 
    Fer. No my dearest loue,
 I would not for the world
 
    Mir. Yes, for a score of Kingdomes, you should wrangle,
 And I would call it faire play
 
    Alo. If this proue
 A vision of the Island, one deere Sonne
 Shall I twice loose
 
    Seb. A most high miracle
 
    Fer. Though the Seas threaten they are mercifull,
 I haue curs'd them without cause
 
    Alo. Now all the blessings
 Of a glad father, compasse thee about:
 Arise, and say how thou cam'st heere
 
    Mir. O wonder!
 How many goodly creatures are there heere?
 How beauteous mankinde is? O braue new world
 That has such people in't
 
    Pro. 'Tis new to thee
 
    Alo. What is this Maid, with whom thou was't at play?
 Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three houres:
 Is she the goddesse that hath seuer'd vs,
 And brought vs thus together?
 
   Fer. Sir, she is mortall;
 But by immortall prouidence, she's mine;
 I chose her when I could not aske my Father
 For his aduise: nor thought I had one: She
 Is daughter to this famous Duke of Millaine,
 Of whom, so often I haue heard renowne,
 But neuer saw before: of whom I haue
 Receiu'd a second life; and second Father
 This Lady makes him to me
 
    Alo. I am hers.
 But O, how odly will it sound, that I
 Must aske my childe forgiuenesse?
 
   Pro. There Sir stop,
 Let vs not burthen our remembrances, with
 A heauinesse that's gon
 
    Gon. I haue inly wept,
 Or should haue spoke ere this: looke downe you gods
 And on this couple drop a blessed crowne;
 For it is you, that haue chalk'd forth the way
 Which brought vs hither
 
    Alo. I say Amen, Gonzallo
 
    Gon. Was Millaine thrust from Millaine, that his Issue
 Should become Kings of Naples? O reioyce
 Beyond a common ioy, and set it downe
 With gold on lasting Pillers: In one voyage
 Did Claribell her husband finde at Tunis,
 And Ferdinand her brother, found a wife,
 Where he himselfe was lost: Prospero, his Dukedome
 In a poore Isle: and all of vs, our selues,
 When no man was his owne
 
    Alo. Giue me your hands:
 Let griefe and sorrow still embrace his heart,
 That doth not wish you ioy
 
    Gon. Be it so, Amen.
 
 Enter Ariell, with the Master and Boatswaine amazedly following.
 
 O looke Sir, looke Sir, here is more of vs:
 I prophesi'd, if a Gallowes were on Land
 This fellow could not drowne: Now blasphemy,
 That swear'st Grace ore-boord, not an oath on shore,
 Hast thou no mouth by land?
 What is the newes?
 
   Bot. The best newes is, that we haue safely found
 Our King, and company: The next: our Ship,
 Which but three glasses since, we gaue out split,
 Is tyte, and yare, and brauely rig'd, as when
 We first put out to Sea
 
    Ar. Sir, all this seruice
 Haue I done since I went
 
    Pro. My tricksey Spirit
 
    Alo. These are not naturall euents, they strengthen
 From strange, to stranger: say, how came you hither?
 
   Bot. If I did thinke, Sir, I were well awake,
 I'ld striue to tell you: we were dead of sleepe,
 And (how we know not) all clapt vnder hatches,
 Where, but euen now, with strange, and seuerall noyses
 Of roring, shreeking, howling, gingling chaines,
 And mo diuersitie of sounds, all horrible.
 We were awak'd: straight way, at liberty;
 Where we, in all our trim, freshly beheld
 Our royall, good, and gallant Ship: our Master
 Capring to eye her: on a trice, so please you,
 Euen in a dreame, were we diuided from them,
 And were brought moaping hither
 
    Ar. Was't well done?
 
    Pro. Brauely (my diligence) thou shalt be free
 
    Alo. This is as strange a Maze, as ere men trod,
 And there is in this businesse, more then nature
 Was euer conduct of: some Oracle
 Must rectifie our knowledge
 
    Pro. Sir, my Leige,
 Doe not infest your minde, with beating on
 The strangenesse of this businesse, at pickt leisure
 (Which shall be shortly single) I'le resolue you,
 (Which to you shall seeme probable) of euery
 These happend accidents: till when, be cheerefull
 And thinke of each thing well: Come hither Spirit,
 Set Caliban, and his companions free:
 Vntye the Spell: How fares my gracious Sir?
 There are yet missing of your Companie
 Some few odde Lads, that you remember not.
 
 Enter Ariell, driuing in Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo in their
 stolne
 Apparell.
 
   Ste. Euery man shift for all the rest, and let
 No man take care for himselfe; for all is
 But fortune: Coragio Bully-Monster Coragio
 
    Tri. If these be true spies which I weare in my head,
 here's a goodly sight
 
    Cal. O Setebos, these be braue Spirits indeede:
 How fine my Master is? I am afraid
 He will chastise me
 
    Seb. Ha, ha:
 What things are these, my Lord Anthonio?
 Will money buy em?
 
   Ant. Very like: one of them
 Is a plaine Fish, and no doubt marketable
 
    Pro. Marke but the badges of these men, my Lords,
 Then say if they be true: This mishapen knaue;
 His Mother was a Witch, and one so strong
 That could controle the Moone; make flowes, and ebs,
 And deale in her command, without her power:
 These three haue robd me, and this demy-diuell;
 (For he's a bastard one) had plotted with them
 To take my life: two of these Fellowes, you
 Must know, and owne, this Thing of darkenesse, I
 Acknowledge mine
 
    Cal. I shall be pincht to death
 
    Alo. Is not this Stephano, my drunken Butler?
 
   Seb. He is drunke now;
 Where had he wine?
 
   Alo. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they
 Finde this grand Liquor that hath gilded 'em?
 How cam'st thou in this pickle?
 
   Tri. I haue bin in such a pickle since I saw you last,
 That I feare me will neuer out of my bones:
 I shall not feare fly-blowing
 
    Seb. Why how now Stephano?
 
   Ste. O touch me not, I am not Stephano, but a Cramp
 
    Pro. You'ld be King o'the Isle, Sirha?
 
   Ste. I should haue bin a sore one then
 
    Alo. This is a strange thing as ere I look'd on
 
    Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his Manners
 As in his shape: Goe Sirha, to my Cell,
 Take with you your Companions: as you looke
 To haue my pardon, trim it handsomely
 
    Cal. I that I will: and Ile be wise hereafter,
 And seeke for grace: what a thrice double Asse
 Was I to take this drunkard for a god?
 And worship this dull foole?
 
   Pro. Goe to, away
 
    Alo. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it
 
    Seb. Or stole it rather
 
    Pro. Sir, I inuite your Highnesse, and your traine
 To my poore Cell: where you shall take your rest
 For this one night, which part of it, Ile waste
 With such discourse, as I not doubt, shall make it
 Goe quicke away: The story of my life,
 And the particular accidents, gon by
 Since I came to this Isle: And in the morne
 I'le bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
 Where I haue hope to see the nuptiall
 Of these our deere-belou'd, solemnized,
 And thence retire me to my Millaine, where
 Euery third thought shall be my graue
 
    Alo. I long
 To heare the story of your life; which must
 Take the eare strangely
 
    Pro. I'le deliuer all,
 And promise you calme Seas, auspicious gales,
 And saile, so expeditious, that shall catch
 Your Royall fleete farre off: My Ariel; chicke
 That is thy charge: Then to the Elements
 Be free, and fare thou well: please you draw neere.
 
 Exeunt. omnes.
 
 
 EPILOGVE, spoken by Prospero.
 
 Now my Charmes are all ore-throwne,
 And what strength I haue's mine owne.
 Which is most faint: now 'tis true
 I must be heere confinde by you,
 Or sent to Naples, Let me not
 Since I haue my Dukedome got,
 And pardon'd the deceiuer, dwell
 In this bare Island, by your Spell,
 But release me from my bands
 With the helpe of your good hands:
 Gentle breath of yours, my Sailes
 Must fill, or else my proiect failes,
 Which was to please: Now I want
 Spirits to enforce: Art to inchant,
 And my ending is despaire,
 Vnlesse I be relieu'd by praier
 Which pierces so, that it assaults
 Mercy it selfe, and frees all faults.
 As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
 Let your Indulgence set me free.
 
 Enter.
 
 
 The-, an vn-inhabited Island
 
 Names of the Actors.
 
 Alonso, K[ing]. of Naples:
 Sebastian his Brother.
 Prospero, the right Duke of Millaine.
 Anthonio his brother, the vsurping Duke of Millaine.
 Ferdinand, Son to the King of Naples.
 Gonzalo, an honest old Councellor.
 Adrian, & Francisco, Lords.
 Caliban, a saluage and deformed slaue.
 Trinculo, a Iester.
 Stephano, a drunken Butler.
 Master of a Ship.
 Boate-Swaine.
 Marriners.
 Miranda, daughter to Prospero.
 Ariell, an ayrie spirit.
 Iris
 Ceres
  Iuno
  Nymphes
  Reapers
  Spirits.
 
 FINIS. THE TEMPEST.
 
 

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