# Mr. William Shakespeares Comedies, Histories, & Tragedies (West 192)/The Tempest

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Τ E M P E S T.
Actus primus, Scena prima.
A tempeſtuous noiſe of Thunder and Lightening heard: Enter a Ship-maſter, and a Boteſwaine.
Maſter.
Ote-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.Exit.
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.Exit.
Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks be 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 bang'd, our caſe is miſerable. Exit.
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.
Antb. 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 mightiſt 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. Exit.
Gonſ. 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. Exit.
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
(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 For thou muſt now know farther. [downe,
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 attentive. 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 oft: 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'ſtthou 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
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 durft 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 a-boord 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 hoyft vs To cry to th' Sea, that roard to vs; to ſigh To th' windes, whoſe pitty fighing 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 preſerve 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 undergoing ſtomacke, to beare vp Againſt what ſhould enſue.
Mir. How came we a ſhore?
Pro. By providence diuine, Some food, we had, and ſome freſh water, that A noble Neopolitan Gonzalo Out of his Charity, (who being then appointed Mafter of this deſigne) did giue vs, with Rich garments, linnens, ſtuffs, and neceſſaries Which ſince haue ſteeded much, fo 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 Have 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: Comeaway, 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 perifhd: 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 Bermoorbes, 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 have 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. Paft 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 yͧ 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 ye 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? haft 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 And here was left by th’Saylors; thou my ſlaue,(child, 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 howld away twelue winters.
Ar. Pardon, Mafter, 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. Exit.
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 love 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- Fine appariſion: my queint Ariel, Nymph. Hearke in thine eare.
Ar. My Lord, it ſhall be done.Exit.
Pro. Thou poyſonous ſlaue, got by ye 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-feed, 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.
Proſ. So ſlaue, hence. Exit Cal.
Enter Ferdinand & Ariel, inuiſible playing & ſinging.
Ariel Song. Come unto 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'oth'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) yͧ 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 refiſt 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. Scæna 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 up 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 deliver'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 ſtaind 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 fince widdow Dido's time.
Ant. Widow? A pox o'that: how came that Widdow in? Widdow Dido!
Seb. What if he had ſaid Widdower Æneas 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 Iſand home in his pocket, and giue it his fonne for an Apple.
Ant. And ſowing the kernels of it in the Sea, bring forth more Illands.
Gon. I. Ant. Why in good time.
Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments ſeeme now as freth as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now Queene.
Ant. And the rareft 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 fort.
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 removed, 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'fhore; 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, Bat 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
I feare for euer: Millaine and Naples haue(ſon, 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 vvith Nettle-ſeed.
Seb. Or dockes, or Mallowes.
Gon. And were the King on't, what vvould I do?
Seb. Scape being drunke, for want of Wine.
Gon. I'th'Commonwealth I vvould (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 vvould 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 have: 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 vvould vvith ſuch perfection gouerne Sir: T'Excell the Golden Age.
Seb. 'Saue his Maieſty.Ant. Long liue Gonzalo.
Gon. And do you marke me, Sir?(me.
Alon. Pre-thee no more: thou doſt talke nothing to
Gon. I do vvell 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 vve 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 vvas 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 vvithout changing.
Enter Ariell playing ſolemne Muficke.
Seb. We vvould ſo, and then go a Bat-fowling.
Ant. Nay good my Lord , be not angry.
Gon. No I warrant you, I vvill 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 did it 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 fo 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 Brothet 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 bufineſſe 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 ghaftly 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.
(done.
So (King) goe ſafely on to ſeeke thy Son.Exeunt.
Scæna 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, vnleffe 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
Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment meTrinculo. 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 paile-fuls. 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 o- pinion; hold it no longer; this is no fiſh, but an Iſlan- der, that hath lately ſuffered by a Thunderbolt: Alas, the ſtorme is come againe: my beſt way is to creepe vn- der his Gaberdine: there is no other ſhelter herea- bout: Miſery acquaints a man with ſtrange bedfel- lowes: 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 pro- per a man as euer went on foure legs, cannot make him giue ground: and it ſhall be ſaid ſo againe, while Ste- phano 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 re- liefe if it be but for that: if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a Pre- ſent for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-lea- ther.
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 wiſeft; 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 a- non, 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 de- fend 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 foorth: 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 kild 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 living 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'ft thou hither? Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam'ft hither: I eſcap'd vpon a But of Sacke, which the Saylors heaued o’re- boord, by this Bottle which I made of the barke of a Tree, with mine owne hands, fince I was caſt a’- ſhore.
Cal. I'le ſweare vpon that Bottle, to be thy true ſub- iect, for the liquor is not earthly.
Ste. 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 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 Mon- ſter: 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 'oth 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-hea- ded 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 a- gaine.
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 high- day, freedome.
Ste. O braue Monſter; lead the way.Exeunt.
Actus Tertius. Scæna 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 Miftris 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
Mir. Alas, now pray youand Proſpero. 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 'T will 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, lle 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 have 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 have 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
VVith 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 peetleſſe, 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 have 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 Befides 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 VVbat 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. VVherefore weepe you?
Mir: At mine vnworthineſſe, that dare not offer VVhat I deſire to giue; and much leſſe take VVhat 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 VVhether 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, VVho 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.Exit.
Scæna 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. VVhere 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. VVeel 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 Mon- ſter'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 give 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 lo? 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 Vtenfils (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 Trin- culo and thy ſelfe ſhall be Vice-royes: Doft 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 pic- ture of No-body.
Ste. If thou beeft a man, ſhew thy felfe in thy likenes: If thou beeſt a diuell, take't as thou liſt.
Trin. O forgive 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 have my Muficke for nothing.
Cal. When Proſpero is deſtroy'd.
Ste. That ſhall be by and by: I remember the ſtorie.
Trin. The ſound is going away, Lets follow it, and after do our worke.
Ste. Leade Monſter, Wee'l follow: I would I could ſee this Taborer, He layes it on.
Trin. Wilt come? Ile follow Stephano.Exeunt.
Scena Tertia.
Enter Alonſo, Sebaſtian, Anthonio, Gonzallo, Adrian, Franciſco,&c.
Gon. By'r lakin,I can goe no further,Sir, My old bones akes: here's a maze trod indeede Through fourth rights, & Meanders: by your patience, I needes muſt reſt me.
Al. Old Lord, I cannot blame thee, Who, am my ſelfe attach'd with wearineſſe To th'dulling of my ſpirits: Sit downe, and reſt: Euen here I will put off my hope, and keepe it No longer for my Flatterer: he is droun'd Whom thus we ſtray to finde, and the Sea mocks Our fruſtrate ſearch on land: well, let him goe.
Ant. I am right glad, that he's ſo out of hope: Doe not for one repulſe forgoe the purpoſe That you refolu'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 (inui- ſible:) Enter ſeuerall ſtrange ſhapes, bringing in a Banket; and dance about it with gentle actions of ſalutations, and inuiting the King,&c.to eate, they depart.
Seb. I ſay to night: no more.
Al. What harmony is this? my good friends, harke.
Gon. Maruellous ſweet Muſicke .
Alo. Giue vs kind keepers, heavēs: what were theſe?
Seb. A liuing Drolerie: now I will beleeue That there are Vnicornes: that in Arabia There is one Tree, the Phœnix throne, one Phœnix 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 thould 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(macks. They haue left their Viands behinde; for wee haue fto- Wilt pleaſe you taſte of what is here?
Alo. Not I.(Boyes
Gon. Faith Sir,you neede not feare: when wee were 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 upon 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 live: 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 moft 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 minifters 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.Exit.
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 live: who,once againe I tender to thy hand: All thy vexations Were but my trials of thy loue, and thou Haft 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 Phœbus 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 ſeruāt 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.Exit.
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 broome- Whole ſhadow the diſmiſſed Batchelor loues,(groues; 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 Here on this graſſe-plot,in this very placedeſcends. 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 have 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 fonne, 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 ber 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 y͏ͤ windring brooks, With your ſedg'd crownes, and euer-harmeleſſe lookes, Leave your criſpe channels, and on this greene-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-ftraw 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 where- of, 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 vifion The Clowd-capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces, The ſolemne Temples, the great Globe it ſelfe, Yes, all which it inherit, ſhall diffolue, And like this inſubſtantiall Pageant faded Leaue not a racke bebinde: 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.Exit.
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 ynback’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.Exit.
Pro. A Deuill, a borne-Deuill, on whoſe nature Nurture can neuer ſticke: on whom my paines Humanely taken, all, all loſt, quite loſt, And, as with age, his body ouglier growes, So his minde cankers: I will plague them all, Euen to roaring: Come, hang on them this line.
Enter Ariell, loaden with gliſtering apparell, &c. Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.
Cal. Pray you tread ſoftly, that the blinde Mole may not heare a foot fall: we now are neere his Cell.
St. Monſter, your Fairy, wͨ 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. Give 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.(meane
Cal. The dropſie drowne this foole, what doe you 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? now is the Ierkin vnder the line: now Ier- kin 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 fin- gers, 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: Scæna 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.Exit.
Pro. Ye Elues of hils, brooks, ſtāding lakes & groues, And ye, that on the ſands with printleſſe foote Doe chaſe the ebbing-Neptune, 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 have 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 found Ile drowne my booke.Solemne muſicke.
Heere enters Ariel before: Then Alonſo with a franticke ge- ſture, 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.Exit.
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 trifle 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 moft ſtrange ſtory. Thy Dukedome I reſigne, and doe entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs: But how ſhold Proſpero Be living, 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 lofſe?
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 living both in Nalpes The King and Queene there, that they were, I wiſh My ſelfe were mudded in that oo-zie bed Where my ſonne lies: when did you loſe your daughter?
Pro. In this laſt Tempeft. I perceiue theſe Lords At this encounter doe ſo much admire, That they deuoure their reafon, and ſcarce thinke Their eies doe offices of Truth: Their words Are naturall breach: but howſoeu'r you have 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, play- ing at Cheſſe.
Mir. Sweet Lord, you play me falſe.
Fer. No my deareſt loue, I would not for the world.(wrangle,
Mir. Yes, for a ſcore of Kingdomes, you ſhould 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 loft: 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 every 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 Coraſio.
Tri. If theſe be true ſpies which I weare in my head, here's a goodly fight.
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'ft thou in this pickle?
Tri. I haue bin in ſuch a pickle ſince I ſaw you laft, 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.(found it.
Alo. Hence, and beſtow your luggage where you
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, folemnized, 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 ſtarngely.
Pro. I'le deliver 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 conſinde 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.Exit.
The Scene, an vn-inhabited Iſland
Names of the Actors.
Alonſo, K. of Naples: Sebaſtian his Brother. Profpero, 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 Spirits. Nymphes Reapers
FINIS.