# Tempest (1918) Yale/Text/Act V

Notes originally placed at the bottom of each page appear below, following Act V. Where these notes gloss a word in the text, the gloss can also be found by hovering over the text.
Where these notes refer to an end note (cf. n. = confer notam; "consult note"), a link to the accompanying end note is provided from the Footnotes section. The end notes accompanying Act V begin on page 88 of the original volume.
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ACT FIFTH
Scene One
[Before the Cell of Prospero]
Enter Prospero in his magic robes; and Ariel.
Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey, and time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?
Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, 4 You said our work should cease.
Pro. I did say so, When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and's followers?
Ari. Confin'd together In the same fashion as you gave in charge; 8 Just as you left them: all prisoners, sir, In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell; They cannot budge till your release. The king, His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted, 12 And the remainder mourning over them, Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly Him that you term'd, sir, 'The good old lord Gonzalo': ​His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds; your charm so strongly works them, 17 That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender.
Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit?
Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human.
Pro. And mine shall.20 Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? 24 Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, 28 The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further. Go, release them, Ariel. My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves.
Ari. I'll fetch them, sir. Exit.
Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves; 33 And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets, that 36 By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,— 40 Weak masters though ye be—I have bedimm'd ​The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread-rattling thunder 44 Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar: graves at my command 48 Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let them forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure; and, when I have requir'd Some heavenly music,—which even now I do,— To work mine end upon their senses that 53 This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, 56 I'll drown my book. Solemn music.
A solemn air and the best comforter To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains, Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, 60 For you are spell-stopp'd. Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, 65 Melting the darkness, so their rising senses ​Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.—O good Gonzalo! 68 My true preserver, and a loyal sir To him thou follow'st, I will pay thy graces Home, both in word and deed.—Most cruelly Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter: 72 Thy brother was a furtherer in the act;— Thou'rt pinch'd for 't now, Sebastian.—Flesh and blood, You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,— 76 Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,— Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee, Unnatural though thou art!—Their understanding Begins to swell, and the approaching tide 80 Will shortly fill the reasonable shore That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them That yet looks on me, or would know me.—Ariel, Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:— 84 [Exit Ariel.] I will discase me, and myself present, As I was sometime Milan.—Quickly, spirit; Thou shalt ere long be free.
Ariel sings, and helps to attire him.
'Where the bee sucks, there suck I, 88 In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily: 92 Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.'
Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee; But yet thou shalt have freedom;—so, so, so.— To the king's ship, invisible as thou art: 97 There shalt thou find the mariners asleep Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain Being awake, enforce them to this place, 100 And presently, I prithee.
Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat. Exit.
Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement 104 Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country!
Pro. Behold, sir king, The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero. For more assurance that a living prince 108 Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; And to thee and thy company I bid A hearty welcome.
Alon. Whe'r thou beest he or no, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, 112 As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, Th' affliction of my mind amends, with which, I fear, a madness held me: this must crave,— An if this be at all—a most strange story. 117 Thy dukedom I resign, and do entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs.—But how should Prospero Be living, and be here?
Pro. First, noble friend, 120 Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot ​Be measur'd, or confin'd.
Gon. Whether this be, Or be not, I’ll not swear.
Pro. You do yet taste Some subtleties o' the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain—Welcome! my friends all:— 125 [Aside to Seb. and Ant.] But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you, And justify you traitors: at this time 128 I will tell no tales.
Seb. [Aside.] The devil speaks in him.
Pro. No. For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require 132 My dukedom of thee, which, perforce, I know, Thou must restore.
Alon. If thou beest Prospero, Give us particulars of thy preservation; How thou hast met us here, who three hours since 136 Were wrack'd upon this shore; where I have lost,— How sharp the point of this remembrance is!— My dear son Ferdinand.
Pro. I am woe for 't, sir.
Alon. Irreparable is the loss, and patience Says it is past her cure.
Pro. I rather think 141 You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, For the like loss I have her sovereign aid, And rest myself content.
Alon. You the like loss! 144
​Pro. As great to me, as late; and, supportable To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you, for I Have lost my daughter.
Alon. A daughter? 148 O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, The king and queen there! that they were, I wish Myself were mudded in that oozy bed Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? 152
Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords At this encounter do so much admire That they devour their reason, and scarce think Their eyes do offices of truth, their words 156 Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have Been justled from your senses, know for certain That I am Prospero and that very duke Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely 160 Upon this shore, where you were wrack'd, was landed, To be the lord on 't. No more yet of this; For 'tis a chronicle of day by day, Not a relation for a breakfast nor 164 Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir; This cell's my court: here have I few attendants And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in. My dukedom since you have given me again, 168 I will requite you with as good a thing; At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye As much as me my dukedom.
Here Prospero discovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at chess.
Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false.
Fer. No, my dearest love, 172 I would not for the world.
Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, And I would call it fair play.
Alon. If this prove A vision of the island, one dear son 176 Shall I twice lose.
Seb. A most high miracle!
Fer. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful: I have curs'd them without cause.
[Kneels to Alon.]
Alon. Now, all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about! 180 Arise, and say how thou cam'st here.
Mira. O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in 't!
Pro. 'Tis new to thee. 184
Alon. What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play? Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours: Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us, And brought us thus together?
Fer. Sir, she is mortal; 188 But by immortal Providence she's mine; I chose her when I could not ask my father For his advice, nor thought I had one. She Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan, 192 Of whom so often I have heard renown, But never saw before; of whom I have ​Receiv'd a second life; and second father This lady makes him to me.
Alon. I am hers: 196 But O! how oddly will it sound that I Must ask my child forgiveness!
Pro. There, sir, stop: Let us not burden our remembrances With a heaviness that's gone.
Gon. I have inly wept, 200 Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods, And on this couple drop a blessed crown; For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way Which brought us hither!
Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo! 204
Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice Beyond a common joy, and set it down With gold on lasting pillars. In one voyage 208 Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis, And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom In a poor isle; and all of us ourselves, 212 When no man was his own.
Alon. [To Fer. and Mira.] Give me your hands: Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart That doth not wish you joy!
Gon. Be it so: Amen!
Enter Ariel, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following.
O look, sir! look, sir! here is more of us. 216 I prophesied, if a gallows were on land, This fellow could not drown.—Now, blasphemy, ​That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore? Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?
Boats. The best news is that we have safely found 221 Our king and company: the next, our ship,— Which but three glasses since we gave out split,— Is tight and yare and bravely rigg'd as when We first put out to sea.
Ari. [Aside to Pro.] Sir, all this service 225 Have I done since I went.
Pro. [Aside to Ari.] My tricksy spirit!
Alon. These are not natural events; they strengthen From strange to stranger—Say, how came you hither? 228
Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, And,—how we know not,—all clapp'd under hatches, Where, but even now, with strange and several noises 232 Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, And mo diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awak'd; straightway, at liberty: Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld 236 Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Capering to eye her: on a trice, so please you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping hither.
Ari. [Aside to Pro.] Was 't well done? 240
Pro. [Aside to Ari.] Bravely, my diligence! Thou shalt be free.
Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod; And there is in this business more than nature Was ever conduct of: some oracle 244 ​Must rectify our knowledge.
Pro. Sir, my liege, Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business: at pick'd leisure Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you,— 248 Which to you shall seem probable,—of every These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well.— [Aside to Ari.] Come hither, spirit; Set Caliban and his companions free; 252 Untie the spell. [Exit Ari.] How fares my gracious sir? There are yet missing of your company Some few odd lads that you remember not.
Enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, in their stolen apparel.
Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself, for all is but fortune.—Coragio! bully-monster, Coragio!
Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight. 260
Cal. O Setebos! these be brave spirits, indeed. How fine my master is! I am afraid He will chastise me.
Seb. Ha, ha! What things are these, my lord Antonio? 264 Will money buy them?
Ant. Very like; one of them Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.
Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, Then say, if they be true—This mis-shapen knave,— 268 ​His mother was a witch; and one so strong That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, And deal in her command without her power. These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil,— 272 For he's a bastard one,—had plotted with them To take my life: two of these fellows you Must know and own; this thing of darkness I Acknowledge mine.
Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death. 276
Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
Seb. He is drunk now: where had he wine?
Alon. And Trinculo is reeling-ripe: where should they Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them? How cam'st thou in this pickle? 281
Trin. I have been in such a pickle since I saw you last that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing. 284
Seb. Why, how now, Stephano!
Ste. O! touch me not: I am not Stephano, but a cramp.
Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
Ste. I should have been a sore one then. 288
Alon. This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.
[Pointing to Cal.]
Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his manners As in his shape.—Go, sirrah, to my cell; Take with you your companions: as you look To have my pardon, trim it handsomely. 293
Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter, And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, 296 ​And worship this dull fool!
Pro. Go to; away!
Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.
Seb. Or stole it, rather.
[Exeunt Cal., Ste., and Trin.]
Pro. Sir, I invite your highness and your train 300 To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest For this one night; which—part of it—I'll waste With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it Go quick away; the story of my life 304 And the particular accidents gone by Since I came to this isle: and in the morn I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples, Where I have hope to see the nuptial 308 Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd; And thence retire me to my Milan, where Every third thought shall be my grave.
Alon. I long To hear the story of your life, which must 312 Take the ear strangely.
Pro. I'll deliver all; And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales And sail so expeditious that shall catch Your royal fleet far off—[Aside to Ari.] My Ariel, chick, 316 That is thy charge: then to the elements Be free, and fare thou well!—Please you, draw near.
Exeunt omnes.
Footnotes to Act V
Scene One
​3 with his carriage: despite his burden 10 line-grove: lime-grove 11 till your release: till you release them ​17 eaves of reeds: a thatched roof 23 all: quite 24 Passion: suffer 27 rarer: nobler 37 ringlets: circles of grass 39, 40 rejoice . . . curfew; cf. n. ​45 given fire: discharged (as a musket) 63 sociable: sympathetic show: appearance ​70, 71 pay . . . Home: requite 81 reasonable shore: shore of reason 85 discase me: remove my magic robe ​111 Whe'r: whether 112 trifle: phantom abuse: deceive ​124 subtleties: illusions 128 justify: prove ​154 admire: marvel 155 they . . . reason: their reason is swallowed up in wonder 171 S. d.–175 Cf. n. ​186 eld'st: longest possible ​213 was his own: was in his right senses ​224 yare: ready 244 conduct: author ​246 infest: vex 247 pick'd: chosen 248 resolve: explain to 258 Coragio: courage 267 badges; cf. n. ​271 Cf. n. 280 gilded: flushed ​313 deliver: relate