TO THE MOST NOBLE
AND
INCOMPARABLE PAIRE
OF BRETHREN,

VVILLIAM

Earle of Pembroke, &c. Lord Chamberlaine to the
Kings most Excellent Majesty.

AND
PHILIP

Earle of Montgomery, &c. Gentleman of his Majesties
Bed-Chamber. Both Knights of the most Noble Order
of the Garter, and our singular good
LORDS.

Right Honourable,

Right Honourable,

W Hilt we study to be thankefull in our particular, for the many favors we have received from your L. L. we are falne upon the ill fortune, to mingle two the most divers things that can be, feare, and rashnesse, rashnesse in the enterprize, and feare of the succeſſe. For, when wee value the places your H. H. Sustaine, wee cannot but know their dignity greater, than to descend to the reading of the ſe trifles: and, while we name them trifles, we have deprived our ſelves of the defence of our D edication. But ſince your L. L. have beene pleas'd to thinke theſe trifles ſomething, heretofore; and have proſequuted both them, & their Author living, with ſo much fa your: we hope, (that they out-living him, and he not having the fate, common with ſome, to be Exequitor to his owne writings) you will use the ſame indulgenc toward them, you have done unto their

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The Epistle Dedicatory.

parent. There is a great difference, whether any Booke choose his
Patrones, or finde them: This hath done both. For, so much were
your L.L. likings of the several parts, when they were acted, as be-
fore they were published, the Volumne asked to be yours. We have
but collected them, and done an office to the dead, to procure his Or-
phanes, Guardians; without ambition either of selfe-profit, or fame:
onely to keepe the memory of so worthy a Friend, and Fellow alive,
as was our SHAKESPEARE, by humble offer of his Playes, to your
most Noble Patronage. Wherein, as we have justly observed, no
man to come neere your L.L. but with a kind of religious addresse;
it hath been the height of our care, who are the Presenters, to make
the Present worthy of your H.H. by the Perfection. But, there we
must also crave our abilities to be considered, my Lords. We cannot
goe beyond our owne powers. (Countrey hands, reach forth Milke,
Creame, Fruits, or what they have: and many Nations (we have
heard) that had not Gummes and Fincense, obtained their requefts
with a leavened Cake;) It was no fault to approach their
gods, by what meanes they could: And the most, though meanest,
of things, are made more precious, when they are dedicated to
Temples. In that name therefore, we most humbly consecrate to
your H.H. these remaines of your servant Shakespeare: that what
delight is in them, may be ever your L.L. the reputation his, and the
faults ours, if any be committed, by a paire so careful to shew their
gratitude both to the living, and the dead, as is

Your Lordships most bounden

John Heminge.
Henry Condell.

To the great variety of Readers.

Rom the moſt able, to him that can but ſpell: There
you are number'd. We had rather you were weighd.
Especially, when the fate of all Bookes depends up-
on your capacities : and not of your heads alone,
but of your Purſes Well, it is now publike, and you
will ſtand for your privileges, we know : to reade,
and cenſure. Doe ſo, but buy it firſt. That doth beſt
 commend a Booke, the Stationer ſayes. Then, how odde ſoever your
 braines be, or your wifedomes, make your licence the fame, and ſpare
 not. Iudge your fixe-penny'orth, your ſhillings worth, your ſive ſhil-
lings worth at a time, or higher, ſo you riſe to the juſt rates, and wel-
come. But, whatever you doe, buy. Cenſure will not drive a Trade,
or make the Iacke goe. And though you be a Magiſtrate of wit, and ſit,
on the Stage at *Black-Fryers*, or the *Cock-pit*, to arraigne Playes dayly,
know, these Playes have had their triall already, and ſtood out all Ap-
peales; and doe now come forth quitted rather by a Decree of Court,
then any purchas'd Letters of commendation.

It had beene a thing, we confesse, worthy to have beene wiſhed, that
the Author himselfe had liv'd to have ſet forth, and overſeene his owne
writings. But ſince it hath beene ordain'd otherwife, and he by death de-
parted from that right, we pray you doe not envy his Friends, the office
of their care, and paine, to have collected and publifh'd them; and ſo to
have publifhed them, as where (before) you were abus'd with divers
ſtolne, and surreptitious Copies, maimed and deformed by the frauds
and ſtealths of injurious Impoſtors, that expos'd them: even though, are
now offer'd to your view cured, and perfect of their limbes; and all the
reſt, abſolute in their numbers as he conceived them. Who, as he was a
happy imitator of Nature, was a moſt gentle expreſſer of it. His minde
and hand went together: And what he thought, he uttered with that
eaſineſſe, that we have ſcarce received from him a blot in his Papers.
But it is not our Province, who onely gather his workes, and give them
you to praiſe him. It is yours that reade him. And there we hope, to
your divers capacities, you will finde enough, both to draw, and hold
you: for his wit can no more lie hid, then it could be loft. Reade him,
therefore; and againe, and againe: And if then you doe not like him,
surely you are in some manifeſt danger, not to understand him. And ſo
we leave you to other of his Friends, who, if you need, can be your
guides: if you neede them not, you can leade your ſelves, and others.
And ſuch Readers we wiſh him.

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John Heminge. Henry Cowdell.

The Workes of William Shake-
ſpeare, containing all his Comedies, Hifto-
ries, and Tragedies: Truly ſet forth, according
to their firſt Originall.

The Names of the Principall Actors
in all theſe Playes.

William Shakespeare.
Richard Burbidge.
John Hemmings.
Augustine Phillips.
William Kempt.
Thomas Poope.
George Bryan.
Henry Condell.
William Slye.
Richard Cowly.
John Lowine.
Samuell Croſſe.
Alexander Cooke.

Samuel Gilburne.
Robert Armin.
William Oſtler.
Nathan Field.
John Vnderwood.
Nicholas Tooley.
William Eccleſtone.
Joseph Taylor.
Robert Benfield.
Robert Goughe.
Richard RObinſon.
John Shancke.
John Rice.

A Catalogue of all the Comedies,
Histories, and Tragedies contained
in this Booke.

He Tempeft. Verona.
The two' Gentlemen of
The Merry Wives of Windsor.
Meaſure for Meaſure.
The Comedye of Errors.
Much adoe about Nothing.
Loves Labour's loſt.
Midfommers nights Dreame.
The Merchant of Venice.
As you like it.
The taming of the Shrew.
All's well that ends well.
Twelfe night, or what you vvill.
The Winters Tale.

Histories.

The life and death of K.Iohn.
The life & death of KR. the 2.
The life and death of K. H. 4.
The ſecond part of K. H. the 4.

The life of King Henry the 5.
The firſt part of K. Heny the 6.
The 2 part of K. Henry the 6.
The 3 part of K. Henry the 6.
The Tragedie of Richard the 3.
The famous hiftory of Henry 8.

Tragedies.

Troylus and Crefida.
The Tragedy of Coriolanus.
Titus Andronicus.
Romeo and Iuliet.
Timon of Athens.
The Tragedy of Iulius Cæsar.
The Tragedy of Macbeth.
The Tragedy of Hamlet.
The Tragedy of King Lear.
The Moore of Venice.
Anthony and Cleopatra.
The Tragedy of Cymbeline.

THE

THE
TEMPEST.

Adus Primus.

Scæna Prima.

A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard : Enter a Ship-maſter and a Botefwaine.

Maſter.

Ote-ſwaine.

Boteſ. Heere Maſter : What cheere ?

Maſt. Good : Speake to th'Mariners : fall too't, yarely, or we run our felves a ground,beſtirre,beſtirre.

Exit.

Enter Mariners.

Boteſ. Heigh my hearts,cheerely, cheerly my hearts : yare,yare : Take in the tope-fale : Tend to th' Maſters whistle : Blow till thou burt thy winde, if room enough.

Enter Alonzo, Sebaffian, Antonio, Ferdinando, Gonzalo, and others.

Alon. Good Bote-ſwaine have care : wher's the Maſter ? Play the men.

Boteſ. I pray now keepe below.

Antb. Where is the Maſter, Boſon ?

Boteſ. Do you not heare him ? you marre our labour, Keepe your Cabins : you do affilt the ſtorme.

Gonz. Nav,good be patient.

Boteſ. When the Sea is : hence,what cares thefe roaſers for the name of King? to Cabine; ſilence : trouble us not.

Gon. Good yet remember whom thou haſt aboard.

Boteſ. None that I more love then my ſelfe. You are a Counſellor, if you can com nand theſe Elements to ſiſlence, and worke the peace of the prefent, wee will not hand a rope more, uſe your authoritie : If you cannot, give thanks you have liv'd ſolong, 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 lay.

Exit.

Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning marke upon him, his complexion is perfect Gallowes : ſland, ſaft good fate to his hanging, make the rope of his deſiny our Cable, for our owne doth little advantage : If he be not borne to bee hang'd, our cafe is miſerable.

Exit.

Enter Botefwaine.

Boteſ. Downe with the top-Maſt : yare, lower,lower, bring her to Try with Maine-courſe. A plague—
A cry within. Enter Sebaffian, Antonio & Gonzalo.

upon this howling : they are lowder then the weather, or our oſlice : yet againe ? What do you heere? Shall we give ore and drownc, have you a minde to ſinke ?

Sebaf. A poxe o'your throat, you bawling, blaſphemous incharitable Dog.

Boteſ. Worke you then.

Antb. Hang cur,hang, you whoreſon inſolent Noyſemaker; we are leſſe afraid to be drownde, then thou art.

Gonz. Ile warrant him for drowning, though the Ship were no ſonger then a Nutt-ſhell, and as leaky as an unſtanch'd wench.

Boteſ. Lay her a hold, a hold, fet her two courſes off to Sea againe, lay her off.

Enter Marinors wet.

Mari. All loſt, to prayers, to prayers, all loſt.

Boteſ. What muſt our mouths be cold ?

Gon. The King, and Prince, at prayers, let's affilt them, for our cafe is as theirs.

Sebaf. I am out of patience.

An. We are meery cheated of our lives by drunkards, This wide chopt-raſcal, would thou mightt lye drowning the waſhing of ten Tides.

Gon. Hee'l be hang'd yet, Though every drop of water ſwere againſt it, And gape at widſt to glut him. A confused noise within Mercy on us.

We ſplit, we ſplit, Farewell my wife, and children, Farewell brother : we ſplit, we ſplit, we ſplit.

Antb. Lets all ſinke with' King

Seb. Let's take leave of him.

Exit.

Gonſ. Now would I give a thouſand furlongs of Sea, for an Acre of barren ground: Long heath, Browne firrs, any thing ; the wills above be done, but I would fairendye a dry death.

Scæna Secunda.

Enter Prospero and Mirandis.

Mirab. If by your Art (my deereft father) you have Put the wilde waters in this Rore;ay them: The skye it feemes would powre downe ſtinking pitch, But that the Sea mounting to th' welkins cheeke, Dafhes the fire out. Oh ! I have ſuffered

With thole that I faw ſuffer : A brave veſſell

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(Who

["2", "The Tempeſt.", "(Who had no doubt fome noble creature in her)", "Daf'd all to peeces: O the cry did knocke", "Against my very heart: poore foules, they perifd.", "Had I bin any God of power, I would", "Have funcke the Sea within the Earth, or ere", "It should the good Ship fo have (swallow'd, and .", "The fraughting Soules within her.", "Prof. Be collected,", "No more amazement: Tell your pitteous heart,\nthere's no harme done.", "Mira. O woe, the day.", "Prof. No harme.", "I have done nothing, but in care of thee\n( Of thee my deere one ; thee my daughter) who\nArt ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing", "Of whence I am : nor that I am more better", "Then *Prospere*, Maſter of a full poore cell,", "And thy no greater Father.", "Mira. More to know", "Did never meddle with my thoughts.", "Prof. '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, have comfort,", "The direfull ſpectacle of the wracke which touch'd", "The very vertue of compassion in thee :", "I have with ſuch compassion in mine Art", "So safely ordered, that there is no ſoule", "No not ſo much perdition as an hayre", "Betide to any creature in the veſſell", "Which thou heaſt cry, which thou ſaw'ſt finke: Sit", "For thou muſt now know farther.", "Mira. You have often", "Begun to tell me what I am, but ſtopt", "And left me to the booteſſe Inquifition,", "Concluding, itay : not yet.", "Prof. The houre's now come,", "The very minute byds thee ope thine eare,", "Obey, and be attentive. Canſt thou remember", "A time before we came unto this Cell?", "I do not thinke thou canſt, for then thou was't not", "Out three yeares old.", "Mira. Certainly Sir, I can.", "Prof. By what ? by any other houſe, or perſon ?", "Of any thing the Image, tell me, that", "Hath kept with thy remembrance.", "Mira. 'Tis farre off.", "And rather like a dreame, then an affluance", "That my remembrance warrants : Had I not", "Fowre, or five women once, that tended me?", "Prof. Thou hadſt; and more *Miranda*: But how is it", "That this lives in thy mind ? What ſeeth thou els", "In the dark-backward and Abifme of Time ?", "Yf thou remembreſt ought ere thou cam'ſt here,", "How thou cam'ſt here thou mayſt.", "Mira. But that I do not.", "Prof. Twelve yere ſince (*Miranda*) twelve yere ſince,\nThy Father was the Duke of *Millaine*, and", "A Prince of power :", "Mira. Sir, are not you my Father ?", "Prof. Thy Mother was a peece of vertue, and\nShe fayd thou waſt my daughter; and thy father", "Was Duke of *Millaine*, and his only heire:", "And Princёſſe ; no worſe Inſuſed,", "Mira. O the heavens,", "What fowle play had we, that we came from thence?", "Or bleſſed was't we did?", "Prof. Both, both my Girle.", "By fowleplay (as thou ſayſt) were we heaved thence,\nBut bleſſedly holpe hither.", "Mira. O my heart bleedes", "To thinke oth' teene that I have turnd you to,", "Which is from my remembrance, please you, farther;", "Prof. My brother and thy vncle, call'd *Anthony*:", "I pray thee marke me, that a brother ſhould", "Be ſo perfidious : he, whom next thy ſelfe", "Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put", "The mannage of my ſtate, as at that time", "Though all the ſignories it was the firſt,", "And *Prospere*, the prime Duke, being ſo reputed", "In dignity; and for the Liberall Artes,", "Without a paraleil; thofe being all my ſtudie,", "The Government I caſt upon my brother,", "And to my ſtate grew ſtranger, being transported", "And rapt in ſecreſt ſtudies, thy falſe vncle", "(Doeſt thou attend me?)", "Mira. Sir, moſt heedefully.", "Prof. Being once perfected how to grant ſuites,", "How to deny them : whom t'aduauſe, and whom", "To traſh for over-topping; new created", "The creatures that were mine, I ſay, or chang'd 'em,", "Or elfe new form'd 'em; having both the key,", "Of Officer, and office, ſet all hearts 't h ſtate", "To what tune pleas'd his care, that now he was", "The Ivy which had hid my princely Trunck,", "And fuckt my verdure out on't: Thou attend'ſt not?", "Mira. O good Sir, I doe.", "Prof. 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 retired", "Ore-priz'd all popular rate : in my falſe brother", "Awak'd an evill nature, and my truſt", "Like a good p[a]nct, did beget of him", "A falſehood in it's contrary, as great", "As my truſt was, which had indeede no limit,", "A confidence ſans bound. He being thus Lorded,", "Not only with what my reveneu yeelded,", "But what my power might elfe exaſt. Like one", "Who having into truth, by telling of it,", "Made ſuch a ſynner of his memorie", "To credite his owne lie, he did beleeve", "He was indeed the Duke, out o'th' Subſtitution", "And executing th' outward face of Roialtie", "With all prerogative : hence is Ambition growing:", "Do't thou heare?", "Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafenſe.", "Prof. To have no Schrćene between this part he plaid", "And him he plaid it for, he needes will be", "Aſolute *Millaine*, Me (poore man) my Librarie", "Was Dukedome large enough : of temporall roialties", "He thinkes me now incapable. Confederates", "( So drie he was for Sway) with King of *Naples*", "To give him annuali tribute, doe him homage", "Subjeſt his Coronet, to his Crowne, and bend", "The Dukedome yet unbowed ( alaſ poore *Millaine*)", "To much ignoble flooping.", "Mira. Oh the heavens :", {"bbox": [631, 1240, 98

The Tempeft.

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(Which I differs'd) they all have met againe,
And are upon the Mediterranean Flote

Bound tady home for N'aples,
Suppofing that they saw the Kings ship wrackt,
And his great perſon perſiſt.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more worke :
What is the time o'th' day?

Ar. Palt the mid season.

Fro. At least two Glances: the time 'twixt fix & now
Muſt by us both be ſpent moſt preciouſly.

Ar. Is there more toyle? Since y doſt give me paines,
Let me remember thee what thou haſt prouis'd,

Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro. How now? moodie?

Which is't thou canſt demand ?

Ar. My Libertie.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more ?

Ar. I preethee,

Remember I have done thee worthy ſervice,
Told thee no lyes, made thee no miſtakings, ſerv'd
Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou did promiſe
To bate me a full yeare.

Pro. Dofft thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee? Ar. No.

Pro. Thou do'ſt: & thinkeſt it much to tread the Ooze
Of the ſalt deepe;

To run upon 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 ſopt
The fowle Witch Sycorax, who with Age and Envy
Was gowne into a hoope? haſt thou ſopt 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 forgett. This damn'd Witch Sycorax

For miſchefes manifold, and forcieries terrible

To enter humane hearing, from Argier
Thou know'ſt was baniſt'd: for one thing ſhe did

They would not take her life: Is not this true? Ar. I Sir.

Pro. This blew cy'd hag, was hither brought with
And here was left by th' Saylors ; tholy my ſlave, (child,
As thou reportſt thy ſelſe, was then her ſervant,
And for thou waſt a Spirit too delicate

To Act her earthy, and abhord commands,

Refuſing her grand heaſts, ſhe did confine thee

By helpe of her more potent minifters,

And in her moſt unmittigable rage,

Into a cloven Pyne; within which rift

Imprifon'd, thou didſt painefully remaine

A dozen yeares : within which ipace ſhe di'd,

And left thee there: where thou didſt vent thy groanes

As ſaſt as Mill-wheecles ſrike: Then was this Inſland

(Save for the Sunne that he did littour heere,

A frekelld helpe, hag-borne ) not honour'd with
A humane ſhape.

Ar. Yes: Caliban her ſonne.

Por. Dull thing, I ſay ſo: he, that Caliban

Whom now I keepe in ſervice, thou beſt know'ſt

What torment I did finde thee in; thy grones

Did make wolues howle, and penetrate the breſts

Of ever-angry Beares; it was a torment

To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax

Could not againe undoe: 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't, I will rend an Oake
And peg thee in his knotty entraileſt, till
Thou haſt howl'd away twelve winters.

Ar. Pardon, Maſter.

I will be corſpondent to command

And doe my ſpyrting, gently.

Pro. Doe to : and after two dayes

I will diſcharge thee.

Ar. That's my noble Maſter :

What ſhall I doe? ſay what? what ſhall I doe?

Pro. Goe make thy ſelſe like to a Nymph o'th' Sea,
Be ſubject to no fight but thine, and mine : inſible

To every eye-ball ſelſe: goe take this ſhape

And hither come in't: goe : hence

With diligence.

Exit.

Pro. Awake, deere heart awake, thou haſt ſlept well,
Awake.

Mr. The ſtrangenes of your ſtory, put
Heavineſle in me.

Pro. Shake it off: Come on,

Wee'll viſit Caliban, my ſlave, who never

Yeelds us kinder anſwere.

Mr. 'Tis a villaine Sir, I doe not love to looke on.

Pro. But as 'tis

We cannot miſſe him : he do's make our ſire,

Fetch in our wood, and ſerves Offices

That profit us : What hoo : ſlave : Caliban :

Thou Earth thou : ſpeake.

Cal. within. There's wood enough within.

Pro. Come forth I lay, there's other buſineſſe for thee:
Come thou Tortoys, when? Enter Ariel like a water-
Fine apparition: my quaint Ariel,

Nymph.

Hearke in thine care.

Ar. My Lord, it ſhall be done.

Exit.

Pro. Thou poſſionous ſlave, got by the divell himſelfe
Vpon thy wicked Dam; come forth. Enter Caliban.

Cal. As wicked deue, as ere my mother brufh'd
With Ravens feather from unwholeſome Fen,
Drop on you both: A Southwesſt blow on yee,
And blifer you allore.

Pro. For this be ſure, to night thou ſhalt have cramps,
Side-ſtitches, that ſhall pen thy breath up, Vrchins
Shall for that vaſt of night, that they may worke
All exercife on thee : thou ſhalt be pinch'd
As thicke as hony-combe, each pinch more ſtinging
Then Bees that made 'em.

Cal. I muſt eate my dinner :

This Inſland's mine by Sycorax my mother,

Which thou tak'ſt from me: when thou cam'ſt firſt

Thou ſtoakſt me, & made much of me: wouldſt give 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 loved thee

And ſhewed thee all the qualities o'th' Inſle,

The fresh Springs, Brine Pits, barren place and ſertil,
Curs'd be that I did ſo: All the Charmes

Of Sycorax: Toades, Beetles, Batts light on you :

For I am all the Subjeſts that you have,

Which firſt was mine owne King : and here you ſty-me

In this hard Rocke, whiles you doe keepe from me

The reſt o'th' Inſland.

Pro. Thou

The Tempest.

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Prof. Speake not you for him : hee's a Traitor:come,
Ile manacle thy necke and feete together :
Sea water fhalt thou drinke : thy food fhall be
The fresh-brooke Muffels, wither'd roots, and huskes
Wherein the Acorne cradled. Follow.

Fer. No,
I will refift such entertainment, till
Mine enemy ha's more pow'r.

He drawes, and is charmed from moving.

Mira. O deere Fa:her,
Make not too rafh a triall of him, for
Hee's gentle, and not fearefull.

Prof. What I fay,
My foote my Tutor? Put thy fword up Traytor,
Who makes a fhow, but dar't not ftrike: thy confidence
Is pofleft with guilt: Come from thy ward,
For I can heere difarme thee with this flicke,
And make thy weapon drop.

Mir. Beteech you Father.

Pro. Hence: hang not on my garments.

Mr. Sir have pity,

Ile be his furety.

Pro. Silence: One word more

S hall make me chide thee, if not hate thee: What,
An advocate for an Impolter? Hufh :
Thou think't there is no more fuch shapes as he,
(Having feene but him and (Caliban:) Foolifh wench,
To th' moft of men, this is a (Caliban,
And they to him are Angels.

Mr. My affections

Are then moft humble: I have no ambition
To fee a goodlier man.

Pro. Come on, obey:

Thy Nerves are in their infancy againe.
And have no vigour in them.

Fer. So they are :

My fpirits, as in a dreame, are all bound up :
My Fathers loffe, the weakneſſe which I feele,
The wracke of all my friends, nor this mans threats,
To whome I am subdude: are but light to me,
Might I but through my prifon once a day
Behold this Mayd: all corners elſe o'th' Earth
Let liberty make uſe of: ſpace enough
Have I in ſuch a prifon.

Pro. It workes: Come on.

Thou haſt done well, fine Ariell: follow me,
Harke what thou elſe fhalt do me.

Mr. Be of comfort,

My Father's of a better nature(Sir)
Then he appeares by ſpeech: this is unwonted
W hich now came from him.

Pro. Thou fhalt be as free

As mountaine windes, but then exaſtly do
All points of my command.

Mr. To th' ſyllable.

Pro. Come follow : ſpeake not for him.

Exeunt.

Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima.

Enter Alouſo, Sebaſtian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,
Francisco, and others.

Gonz. Befeech you Sir, be merry: you have caufe,
(So have we all) of joy; for our eſcape

Is much beyond our loffe; our hint of woe
Is common, every day, ſome Saylors wife,
The Maſters of ſome Merchant, and the Merchant
Have juſt our Theame of woe: But for the miracle,
(I meane our prefervation) few in millions
Can ſpeake like us: then wifely ( good Sir) weigh
Our forrow, with our comfort.

Alfon. Prethee peace.

Seb. He receives comfort like cold porreſe.

Ant. The Vifitor will not give him ore.

Seb. Looke, hee's winding up the watch of his wit,
By and by it will ſtrike.

Gon. Sir.

Seb. On: Tell.

Gon. When every greeſe is entertaind,
That's offer'd comes to th' entertainer.

Seb. A dollor.

Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed, you have ſpoken
truer then you purpòs'd.

Seb. You have taken it wifelier 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 have 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 Iland ſeeme to be desert.

Seb. Ha, ha, ha.

Ant. So: you'r paid.

Adr. Vininhabitable, and almoſt inacceſſible.

Seb. Yet.

Adr. Yet.

Ant. He could not miffè't.

Adr. It moſt 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 upon us here moſt ſwectly,

Seb. As if it had Lungs, and rotten ones.

Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a Fen.

Gon. Heere is every thing advantageous to life.

Ant. True, faſe meanes to live.

Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

Gon. How luſh and luſty the graſſe lookes ?

How greene ?

Ant. The greund indeed is tawny.

Seb. With an eye of greene in it.

Ant. He miffes not much.

Seb. No: he doth but miftake 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'd then ſlain'd with ſalte
water.

Ant. If but one of his pockets could ſpeake, would
it not ſay he lyes ?

Seb. I, or very falſely pocket up his report.

Gon.

The Tempeft.

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Gon. Me thinkes our garments are now as fresh as
when wee 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 proper well in
our returne.

Adri. Tunis was never grac'd before with ſuch a Pa-
ragon to their Queene.

Gon. Not ſince widdow Dido's time.

Ant. Widow? A pox o'that: how came that Widdow
in? Widdow Dido!

Seb. What if he had fayd Widdower Aeneas too?
Good Lord, how you take it?

Adri. Widdow Dido faid you? You make me ſtudy
of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis.

Gon. This Tunis S ir was Carthage.

Adri. Carthage?

Gon. I aſure 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 will he make eafey next?

Seb. I thinke hee will carry this Iſland home in his
pocket, and give it his ſonne for an Apple.

Ant. And fowing the kernels of it in the Sea, bring
forth more Iſlands.

Gon. I.

Ant. Why in good time.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments ſeele
now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage
of your daughter, who is now Queene.

Ant. And the rareſt that ere came there.

Seb. Bate (I beſeeth you) widdow Dido.

Ant. O widdow Dido ? I, Widdow Dido.

Gon. Is not my doublet Sir as fresh as the firſt day I
wore it ? I meane in a ſort.

Ant. That ſort was well ſih'd for.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughters marriage.

Alon. You cram theſe words into mine eares, againſt
the ſtomage of my ſene: would I had never

Married my daughter there: For comming thence

My ſonne is loſſ, and ( in my rate) the too,

Who is ſo farre from Italy removed,
I ne're againe ſhall fee her: O thou mine heire

Of Naples and of Millaine, what ſtrange ſih
Hath made his meale on thee?

Fran. Sir he may live,
I ſaw him beate the ſurges under him,
And ride upon their backes; he trod the water

Whofe enmity he ſung afide: and brefted

The ſurge moſt (wolne that met him : his bold head

'Bove the contentious waves he kept and oared

Himſelfe with his good armes in luſy ſtroke

To th'fhore; that ore his wave-worne bafis bowed

As flooping to reeleve him: I not doubt

He came alive to Land,

Alon. No, no, hee's gone.

Seb. Sir you may thanke your ſelfe for this great Iſſe,
That would not bledſe our Europe with your daughter,
But rather Iſſe her to an African.

Where ſhe at leaſt, is baniſh'd from your eye,

Who hath cauſe to wet the greeſe on't.

Alon. Pre-ſee peace.

Seb. You were kneel'd too, & importun'd otherwife
By all of us: and the faire foule her ſelfe

Waigh'd betweene loathneſſe, and obedience, at

Which end o'th'beame ſhould bow : we have loſt your
I ſeare for ever : Millaine and Naples have

(fon,
Mo widdowes in them of this buſinesſe making,
Then we bring men to comfort them:

The fault's your owne.

Alon. So is the deer'ſt oth'loſſe.

Gon. My Lord Sebastian,

The truth you ſppeak doth lacke ſome gentlenesse,
And time to ſppeak it in: you rub the ſore,

When you ſhould bring the plaſter.

Seb. Very well.

Ant. And moſt Chirurgeonly.

Gon. It is foule weather in us all, good Sir,
When you are cloudy.

Seb. Fowle weather ?

Ant. Very foule,

Gon. Had I plantation of this Iſle my Lord.

Ant. Hee'd ſow't with Nettle-feed.

Seb. Or Dockes, or Mallowes.

Gon. And were the King on't, what would I do?

Seb. Scape being drunke, for want of Wine.

Gon. I'ch' Commonwealth I would (by contraries)

Execute all things: For no kinde of Traſicke

Would I admit: No name of Magiftrate :

Letters ſhould not be knowne: Riches, poverty,

And uſe of ſervice, none: Contract, Succeſſion,

Borne, bound of Land, Tilth, Vineyard none :

No uſe of Mettall, Corne, or Wine, or Oyle :

No occupation, all men idle, all :

And women too, but innocent and pure :

No Soveraignty.

Seb. Yet he would be King on't.

Ant. The latter end of his Common-wealth forgets
the beginning.

Gon. All things in common Nature ſhould produce

Without ſweat or endenour : Treaſon, ſellony,

Sword, Pike, Knife Gun, or neede of any Engine

Would I not have : but Nature ſhould bring forth

Of it owne kinde, all ſoyzon, all abundance

To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying 'mong his ſubjects ?

Ant. None (man) all idle: Whores and Knaues,

Gon. I would with ſuch perſection governe Sir:

T'Excell the Golden Age.

Seb. 'Save his Majefly.

Ant. Long live Gonzalo,

Gon. And do you marke me, Sir ?

(me)

Alon. Pre-ſee no more: thou doſt talke nothing to

Gon. I do well beleeve your Highneſſe, and did it to
minifter occaſion to theſe Gentlemen, who are of ſuch
fenſible and nimble Lungs, that they alwayes uſe to laugh
at nothing.

Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.

Gon. Who, in this kinde of merry fooling am nothing
to you: ſo you may continue, and laugh at nothing ſtill.

Ant. What a blow was there given?

Seb. And it had not fallen flat-long.

Gon. You are Gentlemen of brave mettal: you would
lift the Moone out of her (pheare, if ſhe would continue
in it five weekes without changing.

Enter Ariell playing ſolemme Musiſke.

Seb. We would ſo, and then go a Bat-ſowling,

Ant. Nay good my Lord, be not angry.

Gon. No I warrant you, I will not adventuremy diſ-
cretion ſo weakly: Will you laugh me a ſleepe, for I am
very heavie.

Ant. Go ſleepe and heare us.

Alon. What, all ſo ſoon eſſepe? I wifh mine eyes
Would (with themſelves) ſhut up my thoughts,
I ſinde they are inclin'd to do ſo.

Seb. Pleaſe you Sir,

Do not omit the heavy offer of it :

It ſildome viſits ſorrow, when it doth, it is a Comforter

Ant.

10

The Tempest.

But he is dround; and these are divels; O defend
me.

Ste. Foure legges and two voyces; a moft delicate
Monfter: his forward voyce now is to fpeake of his
friend; his backward voyce, is to utter foule fpeeches,
andto detract: if all the wine in my bottle will recover
him, I will helpe his Ague: Come: Amen, I will pourre
fome in thy other mouth.

Tri. Stephano.

Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy :
This is a Divell and no Monfter: I will leave him, I have
no long Spoone.

Tri. Stephano : if thou beeff Stephano, touch me, and
fpeake to me: for I am Trinculo; be not afeard, thy good
friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou beeff Trinculo: come forth: I'le pull thee
by the leffer legges: if any be Trinculo's legges these are
they: Thou art very Trinculo indeede: how cam'ft thou
to be the fiage of this Moone-calfe? Can hee vent Trin-
culo's?

Tri. I tooke him to be kild with a thunder-ftroke; but
art thou not dround Stephano : I hope now thou art not
dround: Is the ftorme over-blowne? I hid me under
the dead Moone-Calfes Gaberdine, for feare of the
Storme: And art thou living Stephano? O Stephano, two
Ne capolstanes fcap'd?

Ste. 'Prethee doe not turne mee about, my ftomacke
is not contant.

Cal. Thefe be fine things, and if they be not fprights:
that's a brave god, and beares Celestiall liquor: I will
kneele to him.

Ste. How did'ft thou ſcape ?

How cam'ft thou hither?

Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam'ft hither: I eſcap'd
upon a But of Sacke, which the Saylors heaved o're-
boord, by this Bottle which I made of the barke of
a Tree, with mine owne hands, ſince I was caſt a-
shore.

Cal. I'le ſware upon that Bottle, to be thy true ſub-
jeſt, for the liquor is not earthly:

Ste. Heree: ſware then how thou eſcap'dſt.

Tri. Swom aſhore (man)like a Ducke;I can ſwim like
a Ducke i'le be ſworne.

Ste. Here, kiffe the booke.

Though thou canſt ſwim like a Ducke, thou art made
life a Goofe.

Tri. O Sephano, ha'ſt any more of this ?

Ste. The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rocke by
th'eaſaſide, where my wine is hid:

How now Moone-Calfe, how do's thine Ague ?

Cal. Ha'ſt thou not dropt from heaven?

Ste. Out of'th Moone I doe affure thee. I was the Man
ith' Moone when time was.

Cal. I have ſene thee in her: and I doe adore thee :
My Miftris ſhew'd me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Buff.
Ste. Come ſware to that: kiffe the Booke: I will
furniſh it anon with the new contents: Sware.

Tri. By this good light, this is a very ſhallow Mon-
fter: I aſeard of him? a very ſhallow Monfter:
The Man ith' Moone?

The Man ith' Moone?

A moſt poore credulous Monſter :

Well drawne Monſter, in good footh.

Cal. Ile ſhew thee every fertill ych'th Other Ille: and
I will kiffe thy foote: I prethee be my god.

Tri. By this light, a moſt perfidious, and drunken
Monſter, when's god aſleepe he'll rob his Bottle.

Cal. Ile kiffe thy foot. Ile ſware my ſelfe thy Subject.

Ste. Come on then: downe and ſware.

Tri. I shall laugh my ſelfe to death at this puppi-hea-
ded Monſter: a moſt ſcuvvie Monſter: I could finde in
my heart to beate him.

Ste. Come, kiffe.

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 fifth for thee; and get thee wood enough.
A plague upon the Tyrant that I ſerve;

I'le beare him no more Stickers, but follow thee, thou
wondrons man.

Tri. A moſt ridiculous Monſter, to make a wonder of
a proore drunkard.

Cal. I prethee Ict me bring thee where Crabs grow;
and I with my long Nayles will digge thee pig-nuts;
Ihow thee a layes neſt, and inſtruct thee how to ſhare
the nimble Marmazet: I'le bring thee to cluſtring Phil-
birt's, and fometimes I'le get thee young Scamels from
the Rocke: Wilt thou goe with me?

Ste. Caut. I pre'thce now lead the way without any more
talking. Trinculo, the King, and all our company eſle
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 Mafter; farewell, farewell.

Tri. A howling Monſter : a drunken Monſter.

Cal. No more dauns Ile make for fifth,
Nor ſpitch in firing, at regairing,
Nor ſcrape trenchering, nor wash diſ,
Eau ban', Cacaliban

Has a new Maſter, get a new Man.

Freedome, high-day, high-day freedome, freedome high-
day freedome.

Ste. O brave Monſter, lead the way.

Exeunt.

Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.

Enter Ferdinand (bearing a Log.)

Fer. There be ſome ſports are painful; and their labour
Delight in them ſet off: Some kinds of bateneſſe.
Are nobly undergon; and moſt poore matters
Point to rich ends: this my meane Taske
Would be as heavi e to me, as o nious, but

The miftris which I ſerue, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleafures: O he is
Ten times more gentle, then her Father's crabbed;
And he's compos'd of harſeneſſe. I muſt remove
Some thoufands of theſe Logs; and pile them up,
Vpon a fore injunction; my ſweet Miftris

Weepes when the fees me worke, and fayes, ſuch bafenes
Had never like Executor: I ſorget:

But theſe ſwete thoughts, doe even reſreth my labours,
Moft buſe leaſt, when I doe it.

Mir. Alas, now pray you

Easter Miranda

and Prospero.

Worke not to hard : I would the lightening had
Burnt up thofe Logs that thou art enjoyed to pile:
Pray ſet it downe, and reſt you: when this burnes
I'Twill weepe for having wearied you: my Father

Is hard at ſtudy, pray now reſt your ſelfe,

He's

The Tempest.

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Hee's safe for these three hours.

Fer. O moft decre miftris,

The Sun will fet before I shall discharge

What I must ftrive to do.

Mir. If you'll fit downe

Ile beare your Logges the while : pray give me that,

Ile carry it to the pile.

Fer. No precious Creature,

I had rather cracke my finewes, breake my backe,

Then you should fuch diſhonor undergoe,

While I fit lazy by.

Mir. It would become me

As well as it do's you; and I should do it.

With much more eafe: for my good will is to it,

And yours it is againſt.

Pro. Poore worme thou art inſected,

This viſitation ſhewes it.

Mir. You looke wearily.

Fer. No, noble Miftris, 'tis fresh morning with me

When you are by at night: I do beſeech you

Cheeſely, that I might fet it in my prayers,

What is your name ?

Mir. Miranda, O my Father,

I have broke your heſt to ſay ſo.

Fer. Admir'd Mirandas,

Indeede the top of Admiration, worth

What's decreſt 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 ſondage

Brought my too diligent care: for ſeverall vertues

Have I like'd ſeverall women, never any

With ſo full ſoule, but ſome defect in her

Did quarrell with the nobleſt grace ſhe ow'd,

And put it to the ſoyle. But you, O you,

So perſect, and ſo peerleſſe, are created

Of everie Creatures beſt.

Mir. I do not know

One of my ſexe ; no womans face remember,

Save 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 skilſſe of; but by my mod ſeſt

(The jewell in my dower) I would not wifh

Any Companion in the world but you:

Nor can imagination ſeforme a ſhape

Befides your ſelfe, to like of: but I prattle

Someting too wildly, and my Fathers precepts

I therein do ſo 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 wo udden flaverie, then to ſuffer

The fleſh-ſlie blow my mouth : heare my ſoule ſpeake.

The verie inflant that I ſaw you did

My heart ſlie to your ſeruice, there ſ refides

To make me ſlave to it, and for your ſake

Am I this patient Logge-man.

Mir. Do you love me?

Far. O heaven; O earth, beare witnessle to this found,

And crowne what I profeſſe with kinde event

If I ſpeake true: if hollowly, invert

What beſt is boaded me, to miſchchieſe : I,

Beyond all limit of what eſſe i' th world

Do love, prize, honor you.

Mir. I am a ſoole

To weepe at what I am glad of.

Pro. Faire encounter

Of two moſt rare affections: heavens raine grace

On that which breeds betweene'em.

Fer. Wherefore weepe you?

Mir. At mine unworthyneſſe that dare not offer

What I deſire to give; and muſh leſſe take

What I ſhall die to want: But this is trifling,

And all the more it ſees to hide it ſelfe,

The bigger bulke it ſhewes. Hence bafthfull 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 ſervant

Whether you will or no.

Fer. My Miftris (deereſt)

And I thus humble ever.

Mir. My husband then?

Fer. I, with a heart ſo willing

As bondage ere of freedome: heere's my hand.

Mir. And mine, with my heart in't; and now ſarewell

Till halſe an houre hence.

Fer. A thouſand, thouſand.

Exeunt.

Pro. So glad of this as they I cannot be,

Who are ſurpriz'd with all; but my rejoying

At nothing can be more: Ile to my booke,

For yet ere ſupper time, muſt I performe

Much buſineſſe appertaining.

Exit.

## Scena 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 up, and boord
'em' ſervant Monſter, drinke to me.

Trin. ſervant Monſter ? the folly of this Iland, they
fay there's but five upon this Iſle; we are three of them,
if th' other two be brain'd like us, the State totters.

Ste. Drinke ſervant Monſter when I bid thee, thy
eyes are almoſt ſet in thy heart.

Trin. Where should they bee ſet eſſe ? hee were a
brave 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 drown me, I fwam
ere I could recover the ſtore, five and thirtie Leagues
off and on, by this light thou ſhalt bee my Lieutenant
Monſter, or my Standard.

Trin. Your Lieutenant if you lift, hee's no ſtandard.

Ste. Wee'l not run Monfieur Monſter.

Trin. Nor go neither: but you'll lie like dogs, and yet
fay nothing neither.

Ste. Moone-calfe, ſpeake once in thy life, if thou beſt
a good Moone-calfe.

Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lice thy ſhooe:
lie not ſerve him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou lieſt moſt ignorant Monſter, I am in caſe
to juggle a Conſtable: why, then deboſh'd Fifth thou,
was there ever man a Coward, that hath drunk to much
Sacke as I to day? wilt thou tell me a monſtrous lie, being
but halſe a Fifth and halſe a Monſter?

Cal. Loc, how he mockes me, wilt thou let him my
Lord?

Cal.