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For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she

They would not take her life. Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, sir.

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,

And here was left by th' sailors. Thou, my slave
As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant :
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain
A dozen years; within which space she died,
And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy

As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island

(Save for the son that she did litter here, -A freckl'd whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with A human shape.


Yes; Caliban, her son.

Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
What torment I did find thee in: thy groans
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts
Of ever-angry bears. This Sycorax
Could not again undo: it was mine art,
When I arriv'd and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.

I thank thee, master.
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an

And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.

Pardon, master:

I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spriting gently.

Do so, and after two days
I will discharge thee.
That's my noble master!
What shall I do? say what? what shall I do?

Pro. Go, make thyself like a nymph o' th' sea: be subject

To no sight but thine and mine; invisible
To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in 't: go: hence, with diligence.
[Exit ARIEL.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;

Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.

Shake it off. Come on:
We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.


'Tis a villain, sir,

But, as 'tis,

I do not love to look on.
We cannot miss him; he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices
That profit us.-What hoa! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I say: there's other business for thee.

Come, thou tortoise! when?

Enter ARIEL, like a Water-nymph.
Hark in thine ear.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,

My lord, it shall be done. [Exit.
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, come forth!

Cal. As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er !

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,

Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up;


Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as honey-comb, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made 'em.

I must eat my dinner.
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest

Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me,would'st give me

Water with berries in 't, and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd

And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and

Curs'd be I that did so!-All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own king; and here you
sty me,

In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest o' th' island.
Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness, I have
us'd thee,

Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee

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A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known; but thy vile
[good natures
Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which
Could not abide to be with: therefore wast thou
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. [on 't
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit
Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you,
For learning me your language!

Hag-seed, hence!
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou 'rt best,
To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

No, 'pray thee! I must obey. [Aside.] His art is of such pow'r, It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him. Pro.

So, slave; hence!

[Exit CALIBAN. Enter FERDINAND, and ARIEL (invisible,) playing and singing. ARIEL.-Song.

Come unto these yellow sands,

and then take hands:

Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd—
the wild waves whist,-
Foot it featly here and there;

and, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
Burthen. Hark, hark!



The watch-dogs bark:

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Full fadom five thy father lies;

Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

[Burthen:] Ding-dong. Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father.

This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes.-I hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance
And say, what thou seest yond'.
What is 't? a spirit?
See how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form :-but 'tis a spirit.
Pro. No, wench: it eats and sleeps, and hath
such senses
As we have, such. This gallant, which thou
Was in the wrack; and but he's something
[call him
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st

A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find 'em.

I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble.

Pro. [Aside.] It goes on, I see, [free thee
As my soul prompts it.-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll
Within two days for this.
Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe, my

May know if you remain upon this island,
And that you will some good instruction give,
How I may bear me here: my prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, Ò you wonder!
If you be maid, or no?
No wonder, sir;


But, certainly a maid. Fer.

My language! heavens !I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken. Pro.

How? the best? What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me, And that he does I weep: myself am Naples; Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld The King, my father, wrack'd.

Alack, for
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of

And his brave son, being twain.


[Aside.] The Duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control thee, If now 't were fit to do 't.-At the first sight They have chang'd eyes :-delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this!-[To him.] A word, [word.

good sir;

I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a
Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This
That e'er I sigh'd for. Pity move my father
To be inclin'd my way!


O! if a virgin,

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The Queen of Naples.

Pro. Soft, sir: one word more.[Aside.] They are both in either's pow'rs: but this swift business

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light.-[To him.] One word more: I charge thee,

That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself Upon this island as a spy, to win it

From me, the lord on 't.


No, as I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:

If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

Pro. [To FER.] Follow me.

Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come.
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together;
Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and

Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

I will resist such entertainment, till
Mine enemy has more power.


[He draws, and is charmed from moving. Mira. O, dear father! Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle, and not fearful.


What! I say: My foot my tutor?-Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy


Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward,
For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
And make thy weapon drop.

Beseech you, father!
Pro. Hence! hang not on my garments.

Sir, have pity: I'll be his surety. Pro. Silence! one word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! An advocate for an impostor? Hush! Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he, Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench! To th' most of men this is a Caliban, And they to him are angels.


My affections

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To whom I am subdu'd, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid. All corners else o' th' earth
Let liberty make use of: space enough
Have I in such a prison.


[Aside.] It works.
[Alternately to FER. and MIRA., and to ARI.
Come on.

Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-
Follow me.-Hark, what thou else shalt do me.
Be of comfort.

My father's of a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted,
Which now came from him.

Pro. [To ARIEL.] Thou shalt be as free
As mountain winds; but then, exactly do
All points of my command.

To th' syllable.
Pro. Come, follow.-Speak not for him.

Act Second.


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Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,— Ant. Ha, ha, ha!

Seb. So, you're paid.

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, Seb. Yet

Adr. Yet

Ant. He could not miss 't.

Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.

Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Ant. True; save means to live.

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

Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how


Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

Seb. With an eye of green in 't.

Ant. He misses not much.

Seb. No: he doth but mistake the truth totally.

Gon. But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost beyond credit

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

Gon.-that our garments, being, as they were, drench'd in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshness and glosses; being rather new dy'd than stain'd with salt water.

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

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

Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the King's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.

Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage; and we prosper well in our return.

Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a paragon to their Queen.

Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.

Ant. How came that widow in? Widow Dido!

Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? Good Lord, how you take it.

Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.

Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
Adr. Carthage?

Gon. I assure you, Carthage.

Ant. His word is more than the miraculous


Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next?

Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands.

Gon. Ay?

Ant. Why, in good time.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now Queen. Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Seb. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Ant. O! widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. [riage? Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marAlon. You cram these words into mine ears, against

The stomach of my sense. Would I had never
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence,
My son is lost; and, in my rate, she, too,
Who is so far from Italy remov'd,

I ne'er again shall see her. O thou, mine heir
Of Naples and of Milan! what strange fish
Hath made his meal on thee?


Sir, he may live. I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs: he trod the water, Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To th' shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, As stooping to relieve him. I not doubt, He came alive to land.


No, no; he's gone.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great

That would not bless our Europe with your
But rather lose her to an African;
Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye,
Who hath cause to wet the grief on 't.

Pr'ythee, peace. [otherwise
Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd
By all of us; and the fair soul herself
Weigh'd, between loathness and obedience, at
Which end o' th' beam she'd bow. We have lost
your son,

I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
More widows in them, of this business' making,
Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault's
Your own.

Alon. So is the dear'st o' th' loss.
My lord Sebastian,
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,
And time to speak it in: you rub the sore,
When you should bring the plaster.

Very well.

Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, When you are cloudy.



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Foul weather?

Very foul. Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,Ant. He'd sow 't with nettle-seed. Seb. Or docks, or mallows. Gon. And were the King on 't, what would I do?

Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Gon. I' th' commonwealth I would by contraries

Execute all things; for no kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,
And use of service, none; contract, succession,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:
No occupation; all men idle,-all,

And women too, but innocent and pure:
No sovereignty :-

Seb. Yet he would be king on 't.

Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.

Gon. All things in common, Nature should produce

Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have; but Nature should bring

Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.

I would with such perfection govern, sir,
T' excel the golden age.
'Save his majesty!

Ant. Long live Gonzalo !
And, do you mark me, sir?-
Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: thou dost talk
nothing to me.

Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use to laugh at nothing.

Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.

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

Ant. What a blow was there given!
Seb. An it had not fall'n flat-long.

Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle: you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.

Enter ARIEL, playing solemn Music.

Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.

Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep? for I am very heavy.

Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.

[All sleep but ALON., SEB., and ANT. Alon. What! all so soon asleep? I wish mine [I find, Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: They are inclined to do so.



Please you, sir,

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits sorrow: when it doth,
It is a comforter.


We two, my lord, Will guard your person while you take your rest, And watch your safety. Alon.

Thank you.-Wondrous heavy. [ALONSO sleeps. Exit ARIEL. Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Ant. It is the quality o' th' climate. Why Doth it not, then, our eye-lids sink? I find not Myself dispos'd to sleep.


Ant. Nor I: my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; [might, They dropp'd as by a thunder-stroke. What Worthy Sebastian?-O! what might?-No

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What great hope have you! No hope, that way, is
Another way so high a hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,



And look how well my garments sit upon me;
Much feater than before. My brother's servants
Were then my fellows, now they are my men.
Seb. But for your conscience

Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if 't were a kybe,
"Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not
This deity in my bosom. Twenty consciences,
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,
And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon, [dead,
If he were that which now he's like,-that's
Whom I, with this obedient steel-three inches
of it--

Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course: for all the rest,
They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.
Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent: as thou got'st Milan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st,
And I the King shall love thee.
Draw together;
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,

To fall it on Gonzalo.

O! but one word. [They converse apart. Enter ARIEL, with Music and Song. Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger That you,

his friend, are in; and sends me forth

But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with (For else his project dies) to keep them living.

That Ferdinand is drown'd?



He's gone.

Then, tell me,


Who's the next heir of Naples ?

Ant. She that is Queen of Tunis; she that
Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from


Can have no note, unless the sun were post,
(The man i' th' moon's too slow) till new-born

Be rough and razorable; she, from whom

[Sings in GONZALO's ear.

While you here do snoring lie,
Open-ey'd conspiracy

His time doth take.

If of life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake! Awake!

Ant. Then, let us both be sudden.
Gon. Now, good angels preserve the King!
[They wake.
Alon. Why, how now, hoa! awake! Why are
you drawn?

We all were sea-swallowed, though some cast Wherefore this ghastly looking?

And by that destiny to perform an act,
Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come,
In yours and my discharge.

Seb. What stuff is this!-How say you?
"Tis true, my brother's daughter's Queen of Tunis;
So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
There is some space.

A space whose every cubit
Seems to cry out, "How shall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,
And let Sebastian wake!"-Say, this were death
That now hath seized them; why, they were no
Than now they are. There be, that can rule
As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate
As amply, and unnecessarily,


As this Gonzalo: I myself could make

A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
For your advancement! Do you understand me?
Seb. Methinks I do.

And how does your content
Tender your own good fortune?

I remember,

You did supplant your brother Prospero.

What's the matter?
Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
Like bulls, or rather lions: did 't not wake you?
It struck mine ear most terribly.
I heard nothing.
Ant. O! 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear,
To make an earthquake: sure, it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.
Heard you this, Gonzalo?
Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a hum-
And that a strange one, too,-which did awake
I shak'd you, sir, and cri'd: as mine eyes open'd,
I saw their weapons drawn.-There was a noise,
That's verity: 'tis best we stand upon our guard,
Or that we quit this place. Let's draw our weapons.
Alon. Lead off this ground, and let's make
farther search

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