Act one. Seeing one on a ship at sea, a tempestuous noise of
thunder and lightning herd enter a ship master and a bo'sun. Boson here,
master, what cheer good? Speak to the mariners, full to it yardy
or we run ourselves aground bistur bisteur exit Enter mariners. Hi, my hearts,
cheerly, cheerly, my heart's yar, yar, takin the topsail.
Tend to the master's whistle. Blow till thou burst thy wind. If room
enough, enter Alonzo, Sebastian Antonio, Ferdinand Gonzalo and others. Good bo'sun
have a care. Where's the master? Play the man? I pray now
keep below? Where's the master? Bosan? Do you not hear him?
You mar our labor, keep your cabins, you do assist the storm?
Nay good? Be patient when the sea is hence cares these rowers for the
name of king to cabin silence? Trouble us not good? Yet, Remember
whom thou hast aboard none that I more love than myself. You are our
counselor, and you can command these elements to silence and work the peace of
the present. Who will not hand a rope more, use your authority.
If you cannot give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready
in your cabin for the mischance of the hour. If it is so hap
cheerly good, hearts out of our way, I say exit. I have
great comfort from this fellow. Methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him.
His complexion is perfect. Gallows, stand fast, good fate to his hanging.
Make the rope of his destiny our cable for our own depth. Little
advantage if he be not born to be hanged. Our case is miserable.
Exhiunt re enter bo'sun down with a topmast. Hey are lower lower, Bring
her to try with main course a plague upon this howling. They are louder
than the weather or our office. Re enter Sebastian, Antonio and Gonzalo.
Yet again, what do you hear? Shall we give oar and drown?
Have you mind to sink a pox on your throat? You bawling blasphemous in
charitable dog work? You then hang ker, hang your hoarse and insolent noisemaker.
We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art. I'll warrant him
for drowning. Though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as
leaky as an unstamched wench, lay her a hold, a hold, set
her two courses off to sea. Again, lay her off inter mariners wet,
all lost, de prayers, God, prayers, all lost. What
must our most be called? The King and Prince at prayers? Let's assist
them for our cases as theirs. I'm out of patience. We are merely
cheated of our lives by drunkards. This white chopped rascal, would thou might'st
like dryin the washing of ten tides. He'll be hanged. Yet, though
every drop of water, swear against it and gape at whitest 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. Let's all sink with the king. Let's take leave of
him. Exsuant Antonio and Sebastian. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of
sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furs. Anything
the wills above be done? But I would feign die a dry death.
Exuant scene to the island before Prospero's sell. Enter Prospero and Miranda. If
by your art, my dearest father, you have put the wild waters in
this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down
stinking pitch. But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, dashes
the fire out. Oh, I have suffered with those that I saw suffer.
A brave vessel who had no doubt some noble creature in her dashed all
to pieces. Oh, the cry did knock against my very heart. Poor
souls they perished. Had I been any god of power, I would have
sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er it should the good ship so
have swallowed, and the frauding souls within her be collected. No more amazement.
Tell your pity is heart, there's no harm done. Oh woe the
day, no harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee of
THEE, my dear one, THEE my daughter, who art ignorant of what
thou art not knowing of? Whence I am, nor that I am more
better than prosper O, master of a full poor cel and thy no greater
father more to know, did never meddle with my thoughts tis time I should
inform thee farther, lend thy hand and pluck my magic garment from me,
so lays down his mantle. Lie there my art wipe thou. Thine eyes
have comfort the direful spectacle of the wreck which touched the very virtue of compassion
in thee I have with such provision in mine art so safely ordered that there
is no soul, no, not so much perdition as an hair betid to
any creature in the vessel which thou heard'st cry, which thou sawest sink.
Sit down, for thou must now know farther you have often begun to tell
me what I am, but stopped and left me to a bootless inquisition,
concluding, stay not yet. The hours now come. The very minute bids
thee ope thine ear, obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember a time
before came unto this cell? I do not think thou canst, for then
thou wast not out three years old? Certainly, sir, I can by
what by any other house or person of anything? The image tell me that
hath kept with thy remembrance tis far off, and rather like a dream than
an assurance. That my remembrance warrants. Had I not four or five women
once that tended me? Thou hadst and more Miranda? But how is it
that this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else in the dark,
backward and abysom of time? If thou rememberest aught ere, thou camest here?
How thou camest here? Thou mayest, but that I do not.
Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since thy father was the Duke of
Milan and a prince of power? Sir, are not you my father?
Thy mother was a piece of virtue, And she said, thou wast my
daughter? And thy father was Duke of Milan and his only heir and princess.
No worse issued, Oh the heavens, what foul play had we that
we came from? Thence? Or blessed? Whilst we did both both,
my girl, by foul play, as thou sayest, were we heaved thence?
But blessedly? Haulp hither? Oh my heart believes to think of the
teen that I have turned you to, which is from my remembrance. Please
you father, my brother and thy uncle called Antonio. I pray THEE mark
me that a brother should be so perfidious he whom next thyself, of all
the world I loved, and to him put the manage of my state,
as at that time, through all the sceniories, it was the first and
prospero, the prime duke, being so reputed in dignity, and for the
liberal arts without a parallel, those being all my study. The government I
cast upon my brother, and to my state grew stranger, being transported and
wrapped in secret studies, Thy false uncle, dost thou attend me, sir,
most heedfully, being once perfected, how to grant suits, how to
deny them, whom to advance, and whom to trash. For overtopping New
created the creatures that were mine, I say, or changed them, or
else new formed them, having both the key of officer and office set all
hearts in the state to what tune pleased his ear, that now he was
the ivy which had hid my princely trunk and sucked my verdure out on it.
Thou attendest not, oh good, sir, I do I pray thee
mark me I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated to closeness, and the
bettering of my mind with that which but by being so retired or apprized all
popular rate. In my false brother awaked an evil nature, and my trust,
like a good parent, did beget of him a falsehood in its contrary,
as great as my trust was, which indeed had no limit, a
confidence sans bound, he being thus lorded not only with what my revenue yielded,
but what my power might else exact like one who, having into truth,
by telling of it, made such a sinner of his memory to credit
his own lie, he did believe he was indeed the Duke, out of
the substitution and executing the outward face of royalty with all prerogative. Hence his
ambition growing dost thou hear your tale, sir, would cure deafness to have
no screen between this part he played and him he play'd it, for he
needs will be absolute millan me poor man, and my library was dukedom large
enough of temporal royalties, he thinks me now incapable, confederates so dry he
was for sway with the King and Naples to give him annual tribute, do
him homage, subject his coronet to his crown, and bend the dukedom,
yet unbowed alas poor Milan to most ignoble stooping. Oh, the heavens mark
his condition and the event. Then tell me if this might be a brother,
I should sin to think, but nobly of my grandmother. Good wombs
have borne bad sons. Now the condition this King of Naples being an enemy
to me and veterate, hearkens my brother's suit, which was that he in
lieu of the premises of homage. And I know not how much tribute should
presently extirpate me and mine out of the dukedom and confer fair Milan with all
the honors on my brother. Whereon a treacherous army levied one midnight, fated
to the purpose, did Antonio open the gates of Milan, and in the
dead a darkness the ministers for the purpose hurried? Thence me and thy crying
self, Oh alack for pity, I not remembering how I cried out,
then will cry it or again It is a hint that wrings mine eyes to
it. Here a little further, and then I'll bring thee to the present
business which now's upon us, without the which this story were most impertinent.
Wherefore did they not that hour destroy us? Well demanded wench. My tale
provokes that question. Dear they durst, not so dear the love my people
bore me, nor set a mark so bloody on the business, But with
colors fairer painted their foul ends in few they hurried us aboard a bark,
bore us some leagues to see where they prepared a rotten carcass of a boat,
not rigg'd nor tackles, sail nor mast. The very rats instinctively have
quitted. There. They hoist us to cry to the sea that roared,
to us, to sigh to the winds, whose pity sighing back again did
us but loving wrong, alack, what trouble was I then to you,
oh a cherub, and thou wast that did preserve me? Thou didst smile,
infuse it with a fortitude from heaven. When I have decked the sea
with drops full salt under my burthen groaned, which raised in me an undergoing
stomach to bear up against what should ensue, How came we assure my providence
divine some food we had and some fresh water. That a noble Neapolitan Gonzalo,
out of his charity, who being then appointed master of this design,
did give us with rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, which
since have steadied much so of his gentleness. Knowing I loved my books,
he furnished me from mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom
what I might but ever see that man, now I arise, resumes his
mantle, Sit still and hear the last of our sea sorrow. Here in
this island we arrived, And here have I thy schoolmaster made thee more profit
than other princesses can that have more time for vener hours and tutors not so
careful heavens thank you for it. And now I pray you, sir,
for still tis beating in my mind your reason for raising the sea storm.
Know thus far forth by accident most strange bountiful fortune. Now, my dear
lady, hath mine enemies brought to this shore, and by my prescience I
find my zenith doth depend upon a most auspicious are, whose influence. If
now I court not but omit, my fortunes will ever after droop. Here
cease more questions. Thou art inclined to sleep, tis a good dullness,
and give it way I know thou canst not choose. Miranda sleeps. Come
away, servant, Come, I am ready, now approach my ariel.
Come enter ariel, All hail, great Master, Grave, Sir Hale.
I come to answer thy best pleasure. Be it to fly, to swim,
to dive into the fire, to ride on the curled clouds, to
thy strong bidding task, aerial and all his quality. Hast thou spirit performed
to point the tempest that I bad thee to every article I boarded the King's
ship. Now on the beak, now in the waist the deck, in
every cabin I flamed amazement. Sometime I divide and burn in many places on
the topmast, the yards and bowsprit would I flame distinct, then meet and
join Jove's lightnings. The precursors of the dreadful thunderclaps, more momentary and sight
out running, were not the fire and cracks of sulfurous roaring. The most
mighty Neptune seemed to besiege and make his bold waves tremble yea his dread trident
shake my brave spirit, who was so firm, so constant, that this
coil would not infect his reason, not a soul, but felt a fever
of the mad and played some tricks of desperation. All but mariners plunged in
the foaming brine and quit the vessel. Then all of fire with me,
the King's son Ferdinand, with hair upstaring, then like reeds, not hair,
was the first man that leaped, cried, hell is empty, and
all the devils are here. Why that's my spirit? But was this not
ni shore? Close by my master? But are they aerial? Safe?
Not a hair perished on their sustaining garments, not a blemish, but fresher
than before. And as thou baits me in troops, I have dispersed them
about the isle. The King's son have I landed by himself, whom I
left cooling of the air, with sighs and an odd angle of the isle,
and sitting his arms in this sad knot of the King's ship. The
mariners say, how thou hast disposed And all the rest of the fleet safely
in harbor. Is the King's ship in the deep nook where once thou called
me up at midnight to fetch you from the still vexed bur mooves. There
she's hid the mariners, all under hatches, stowed, who with a charm
joined to their suffered labor I have left asleep, and for the rest of
the fleet which I dispersed. They all have met again and are upon the
Mediterranean float, bound sadly home for Naples, supposing that they saw the King's
ship wrecked and his great person perish. Ariel, thy charge exactly is performed.
But there's more work. What is the time of the day, past
the mid season? At least two glasses? The time TwixT six and now
must by us both be spent most preciously is there toil? Since thou dost
give me pains? Let me remember THEE what thou hast promised, which is
not yet performed me? How now, moody, what is it Thou canst
demand my liberty before the time be out? No more? I prithee,
remember I have done THEE worthy service, told THEE, no lies made THEE,
no mistakings served, without all grudge or grumblings. Thou didst promise to
bait me a full year? Dost thou forget from what a torment I did
free THEE? No thou dost and thinkest it much to tread the ooze of
the salt deep, to run upon the sharp wind of the north, to
do me business in the veins of the earth when it is baked with frost.
I do not, sir, thou liest malignant thing. Hast thou forgot
the foul which Cicarax, who with age and envy was grown into a hoop?
Hast thou forgot her? No, sir, thou hast where was she
born? Speak? Tell me, sir, Innagia, Oh was she?
So? I must once in a month recount what thou hast been, which
thou Forgettest this damned which Cicarax, from mischief's manifold and sorceries terrible to enter
human hearing from argier, thou knowest was banished for one thing she did.
They would not take her life. Is not this true? I, sir?
This blue eyed hag was hither brought with child, and here was left
by the 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 abhorred
commands. Refusing her grandests, she did confine thee by help of her more
potent ministers, and in her most unmitigable rage, into a cloven pine,
within which rift imprisoned. Thou did'st painfully remain a dozen years, within which
space she died and left thee there where thou didst vent thy groans as fast
as mill wheels strike. Then was this island save for the sun, that
she did litter here a freckled whelp hagborn, not honored with a human shape.
Yes, Caliban, her son dull thing. I say so, he
that Caliban, whom now I keep in service. Thou best knowest what torment
I did find thee in thy groans didn't make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts
of ever angry bears. It was a torment to lay upon the damned,
which cicicaracts could not again undo. It was mine art when I arrived and
heard thee that made gape the pine and let thee out. I thank thee
Master. If thou more murmurst, I will rend an oak and peg thee
in his knotty entrails till thou hast howled away twelve winters. Pardon Master,
I will be correspondent to command and do my spiriting 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? Go make thyself like
a nymph of the sea, be subject to no sight but thine and mine
invisible to every eyeball else. Go take this shape and hither come in it.
Go hence with diligence. Exit Aerial. Awake, dear heart. Awake,
thou hast slept well. Awake. Ah, the strangeness of your story
put heaviness in me. Shake it off. Come on, we will visit.
Caliban, my slave, who never yields us kind answer. Tis a
villain, Sir. I do not love to look on, but as tis
we cannot miss him. He does make our fire, fetch in our wood,
and serves in offices that profit us. What ho slave, Caliban,
Thou earth, thou speak Caliban within, Come forth, I say there's other
business for thee. Come thou tartest when re enter Ariel fine apparition, my
quaint Ariel, hearken thine, ear my lord, it shall be done.
Exit thou poisonous slave got by the devil himself upon thy wicked damn. Come
forth, enter Calaban as wicked jew as are my mother brushed with raven's feather
from an wholesome fed drop on you both. A southwest blow on ye,
A blessy you all are. For this be sure tonight Thou shalt have cramps
side stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins shall for that vast of
night that they may work all exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched as
thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging than bees that made them. I
must eat my dinner. This island's mine by cicaracts, my mother, which
thou takest from me. When thou camest first, Thou stroke'st me and madest
much of me. Must give me waters with berrisin't and teach me how to
name the bigger light and how the less that burn by day and night.
And then I loved thee and showed thee all the qualities at thial, the
fresh springs, brine, pits, baron, pleasant fertile. Curse be that
I did so, all the charms of sicorax, toads, beetles, bath
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 rocks.
You do keep me from the rest at thailand, thou most lying slave,
who stripes me move not kindness. I have used THEE filth as thou
art, with human care, and lodged THEE in mine own cell, till
thou didst seek to violate the honor of my child. Oh ho, oh
ho, what it hath been done? Thou didst prevent me? I had
peopled else this calibans abhorred slave, which any print of goodness wilt not take
be incapable of all ill I pitied THEE, took pains to make THEE speak,
taught THEE each hour one thing or other. When thou didst not savage
know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like a thing most brutish. I
endowed thy purposes with words that made them known. But thy vile race,
though thou didst learn, had that in it which good natures could not abide
to be with. Therefore wast thou deservedly confined into this rock, who hadst
deserved more than a prison. Eh. You taught me language and my profitanti
is I know to curse the red plague ridge for learning me your language.
Hag seed, Hence, fetch us in fuel and be quick thou at best
to answer other business. Shruggest thou malice, if thou neglectest or dust unwillingly
what I command. I'll rack thee with old cramps, fill all thy b
with aches, make thee roar, that beasts shall tremble at thy din noor
pray thee aside must all bear these orders of such power it will control My
Dave's god, set a bottom, make a vassal of him. So slave
hands exit Caliban, reenter aerial, invisible, playing and singing Ferdinand following Ariel's
song, Come unto these yellow sands, and then take hands curtsied when you
have and kissed the wild waves, whist foot it featly here and there,
and sweet sprites. The bourbon bear hark hark bow wow. The watchdogs bark
bow wow, hark hark. I hear the strain of strutting chanticleer, cry
cockadiddle, Dao, Where should this music be in the air or the earth?
It sounds no more, and sure it waits up Pantom guarded the island,
sitting on a bank, weeping again the king my father's wreck. This
music crept by me upon the waters, allaying both their fury and my passion
with its sweet air. Thence I have followed it, or it hath drawn
me rather? But tis gone? No, it begins again, aerial sings
full fathom five, thy father. Lies of his bones are chral 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, ding dung huck. Now I hear them ding dung bell
the didd he does, remember my drowned father. This is no mortal business,
nor no sound that the earth os. I hear it now above me,
the fringed curtains of thine eye advance and say what thou seest yond?
Whatest a spirit? Lord? How it looks about? Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form, But tis a spirit No. When shit
eats and sleeps and hath such senses as we have. Such this gallant which
thou seest, was in the wreck, And but he's something stained with grief.
That's beauty's canker. Thou might'st call him a goodly person. He hath
lost his fellows and strays about to find them. I might call him a
thing divine, for nothing natural I ever saw so noble beside it goes on.
I see as my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit. I'll
free THEE within two days. For this most sure the Goddess on whom these
airs attend vouchsafe my prayer may know if you remain upon this island, and
you will some good instruction give how I may bear me here? My prime
request, which I do last, pronounces, Oh you wonder if you be
made? Or no? No wonder, sir, but certainly a maid my
language heavens. I am the best of them that speak this speech? Were
I? But where tis spoken? How the best? What wert thou?
If the King of Naples heard THEE 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 never since
at Ebb beheld the king my father wrecked a lack for mercy, yes faith,
and all his lords, the Duke of Milan and his son, being
twain assigned. The Duke of Milan and his more braver daughter could control THEE,
if now twere fit to do it at the first sight they have changed
eyes. Delicate ariel, I'll set thee free for this. To Ferdinand,
a word good, sir, I fear you have done yourself some wrong.
A word why, speaks my father so ungently. This is the third man
that ere I saw the first that ere I sighe for pity moved my father
to be inclined my way. Oh, if a virgin and your affection not
gone forth, I'll make you the queen of Naples. Soft sir, one
word more aside. They are both in either's powers. But this swift business
I must uneasy, make lest too light winning, make the prize light.
To Ferdinand one word, barn, I charge thee that thou attend me.
Thou dost hear you surp the name? Thou owest not and hast put thyself
upon this island as a spy to win it from me, the lord on
it. No, as I am a man. 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 within. Follow me, speak not you for
him he's a traitor. Come, I'll manacle thy neck and feet together.
See water shalt thou drink. Thy food shall be the fresh brook muscles,
withered roots, and husks, wherein the ye corn cradled follow. I will
resist such entertainment till mine enemy has more power, draws, and is charmed
from moving. Oh, dear father, make not too rash a trial of
him, for he's gentle and not fearful. Ought, I say my foot,
my tutor. Put thy sword up, traitor, who makest as show,
but darest not strike. Thy conscience is so possessed with guilt. Come
from thy ward, for I can here disarm thee with this stick and make
thy weapon drop. Beseech you, father, hence hang not on my garments,
Sir, have pity. I'll be his surety. Silence one word more
shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What an advocate for
an impostor. Hush thou thinkest there is no more such shapes as he having
seen but him and caliban foolish wench to the most of men. This is
a caliban, and they to him are angels. My affections are then most
humble. I have no ambition to see a goodlier man. Come on obey.
Thy nerves are in their infancy again, and have no vigor in them.
So they are my spirits, as in a dream, are all bound
up my father's loss. The weakness which I feel the wreck of all my
friends. Nor this man's threats, to whom I am subdued, are but
light to me. Might I but through my prison once a day behold this
maid all corners else of the earth, Let liberty make use of space,
and a have I in such a prison? Aside it works to Ferdinand,
come on aside, thou hast done well? Fine, Ariel to Ferdinand,
follow me to Ariel, 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. Thou shalt be as free as
mountain winds. But then, exactly, do all points of my command to
the syllable come follow speak not for him, and of act one