The Tempest

William Shakespeare

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  • The Tempest
  • 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,


      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, 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, 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.