Miranda.
Mir.
Behold my Father.
(they rise)
Pros.
If I have too austerely punished you,
Your compensation makes amends; for I
Have give you here a thread of mine own life,
Or that for which I live. O Ferdinand,
Do not smile at me that I boast her off;
For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise.
Fer.
I do believe it against an oracle.
AIR.
Have you seen, but a bright lilly grow,
Before rude hands have touch'd it?
Have you mark'd but the fall of the snow,
Before the soil hath smutch'd it?
Have you snatch'd the wool of the beaver,
Or swans down ever?
Or have smelt of the bud of the brier,
Or the nard i'the fire?
Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
Oh, so white! oh, so soft! oh so sweet, is she!
Pros.
If thou deceiv'st her virgin innocence, before
All sanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy rights be minister'd,
No sweet aspersions shall the heaven's let fall
To make this contract grow; therefore take heed,
As Hymen's lamp shall light you.
Fer.
Nothing shall melt my honor into lust,
To spoil the edge of that day's celebration.
Pros.
Fairly spoken; Miranda is thine own.
What, Ariel; my industrious servant, Ariel.
-- 31 --
Enter Ariel.
Ariel.
What would my potent master? here I am.
Pros.
How fare's the king and's followers?
Ariel
Confin'd,
In the same fashion as you gave in charge;
The king, his brother, and yours, are all three
Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly
Old Gonzal, his tears run down his beard
Like winter's drops, like ears of reeds; if you
Saw them, your affections would become tender.
Pros.
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling,
Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
Passion'd as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
They being penitent, the sole drift of
My purpose doth extend not a frown further;
Go bring them, Ariel, hither, and let thy
Meaner fellows fetch the rable; o'er whom
I gave them power to do it presently.
AIR.
Ariel.
Before you can say, come and go,
And breath twice, and say, so, so,
Each one tripping on his toe,
Will be here with mop, and mow.
Do you love me master?—No.
So ready and quick is a spirit of air,
To pity the lover, and succour the fair,
That, silent and swift, the little soft god,
Is here with a wish, and is gone with a nod.
(Exit.
Pros.
Be thou be true, and do not give dalliance
Too much the reign: the strongest oaths are straw
To the fire i'the blood: be more abstemious,
Or else good-night, your vow.
-- 32 --
Fer.
I warrant you Sir.
The white, cold virgin snow upon my heart,
Abates the ardor of my passion.
Pros.
Now does my project gather to a head,
And little further use have I for harms.
Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves,
And ye that on the sands, with printless foot;
Do chase the ebbing Neptune; and do fly him
When he comes back; you demy puppets, that,
By moon shine, do the green four 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
(Weak masters tho' ye be) I have bedimm'd
The noon tide 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
Have I given fire; the strong bas'd promontory
Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine, and cedar. But this rough magic here I abjure.
Scene 2
SCENE A rocky part of the Island, Stephano
riding astride the butt of sack, Caleban, Sycorax,
Mustacho, Ventoso, and Trinculo.
All.
All hail! O king!
Steph.
Hearken to her Grace, my queen, Dutchess, and empress of my affections.
AIR.
Syc.
The owl is abroad, the bat and the toad,
And so is the cat-a'-mountain.
The ant, and the mole, sits both in a hole,
And the frog peeps out of the fountain.
Stephano (descends).
Trincullo, how like you my queen?
Trin.
A'nt please your grace, she is somewhat
homely; but, that's no blemish in a princess,—she's
virtuous.
-- 33 --
Steph.
Umph, virtuous, I am loth to disparage my
consort; but thou art my friend, can'st thou be close?
Trin.
As a cork'd bottle, an't please your grace.
Steph.
Why then, I'll tell thee, I found her within
this hour, under an elder tree, singing tory, rory,
and rantum, scantum, with her own—
Trin.
By the foot of Pharoh, she is a Jew,
and would raise children in her own tribe.
Steph.
to tell thee true I married her to be a great
man, and so forth; but let us have drink; hast
thou knocked the butt, how does it sound Caliban.
Cal.
It sounds as though it had a noise within
Steph.
I fear the butt begins to rattle in the throat,
and is departing. Let's enquire into the situation
of its consumption.
(All go to the butt, except Trinculo and Sycorax.)
Syc.
But, did my lord tell you I was ugly?
Trin.
He said you were as ugly, as the old witch
your mother, and that he married you only to get
possession of the island.
Syc.
My mother's devils fetch him for't.
Trin.
Ay, and your father's too. O if you will but
cast an eye of pity to me!
Syc.
I will cast two eyes of pity on thee; I love
thee more than haws, or blackberries; I have a hoard
of wildings in the moss, and I will bring thee where
they are.
Trin.
Say'st thou so; then touch my back Miss
Monster, and when next I take a trip to England,
I'll take thee thither. O that's the place of all others,
either under, or on one side the sun.
Syc.
Then I will go with thee my lord.
Trin.
That thou shalt, and be introduced at court,
and kiss the king and queen's hand, and be most
graciously received, as all foreign nobility are.
-- 34 --
Syc.
Will they not laugh at me my lord.
Trin.
Never mind that, Miss Monster, thou wilt
there find many monsters as laughable as thyself.
Syc.
And where else will my lord bring me.
Trin
To dance at a masquerade.
Syc.
I am not polite enough, my lord, my language
neither is not good.
Trin.
Thou moon calf, I tell thee, Miss Monster,
if thou can'st mew like a cat, roar like a bull, or
snurt like a sow, then wilt thou be one of the best
bred in the assembly, and thy qualificatious will
shine like the sun, as thou wilt be a dutchess.
Syc.
O then, my lord, I'll snurt like a whole litter
of pigs, with the old sow at their head.
Trin.
Then thou art my accomplished dutchess,
and thy name will be set in capitals in every newspaper.
Syc.
And where else will my lord bring me?
Trin.
To feast in the city.
Syc.
He! he! he! O I shall like that; I love
beasting, but how must I do there?
Trin.
Why, thou must eat till thou can'st eat no
more; drink, till thou can'st neither sit, stand, go,
or speak any thing, but politics; then thou must
curse the ministers, make a damn'd noise, and sing
bawdy songs.
Syc.
O I shall like to sing bawdy.
Trin.
Then thou'lt get thy belly full amongst the
grave citizens.
Syc.
Do ladies do so, my lord?
Trin.
Yes, Miss Monster, in England the ladies
do any thing they please; 'tis a country of liberty,
where they are all hickeldy pickeldy among one another.
Syc.
I like that; I love hoyty, toyty; shall I not
be dress'd, my lord?
-- 35 --
Trin.
Aye, Miss Monster, I'll have all thy hair
shaved off, from head to foot.
Syc.
What, all my hair, and leave me bare, my
good lord; must I loose all?
Trin.
Not a lock shalt thou loose, if thou had
five times as much; for it shall be all friz'd together,
to stick upon thy head, and I'll dress thee in
frippery, if thou'lt leave Stephano, for he's my man,
as time was.
Syc.
Wer't thou his god, and didst thou give him
liquor?
Trin.
I gave him brandy, and drank sack myself.
Wilt thou leave him, and thou shalt be my princess?
Syc.
If thou can'st make me glad with this liquor.
Steph.
What are you about; I hope you have not
betrayed me—ha! how does my pigs-nye?
[to Sycorax.
Syc.
Begone! thou shalt not be my lord; thou
say'st, I'm ugly.
Steph.
Did you tell her so?—hah! he's a
rogue, chuck, do not believe him. When once a
rebel, always a rebel; I will correct thee with my
royal hand. (Strikes Trinculo.)
Syc.
Do'st thou hurt my love?
[flies at Stephano
Steph.
Where are our guards?—Treason! treason!
Ven.
Who took up arms first, the prince, or the
people?
Steph.
This false traitor has corrupted the wife of
my bosom. Mustacho strike on my side, and thou
shalt be my viceroy.
Mus.
I am against rebels, Ventosa, obey your viceroy.
Ven.
You a viceroy.
(they fight)
Trin.
Hah! Hector, monster, do you stand neuter?
Cal.
Thou would'st drink my liquor, I will not
help thee.
Syc.
'Twas his doing that I had such a husband,
but I'll claw him.
(fights Caliban)
-- 36 --
Steph.
The whole nation is up in arms; fight off
my lady, we must quit the riot.
Steph.
She will be in the fashion else, first horn
her husband, and then sue for a separate maintenance.
Enter Ariel.
As they fight, several spirits come and mix among them,
and beat them, they fly towards the butt, the head of
which falls out, and explosions come from it; they go off,
the spirits dance, then
(Exeunt.
Enter Ariel, followed by Alonso, Anthonio, and Gonzalo.
AIR.
Ariel.
Dry those eyes which are o'erflowing,
All your storms are overblowing.
While you in this isle are biding.
You shall feast without providing;
Ev'ry dainty you can think of,
Ev'ry wine which you would drink of,
Shall be yours. All wants shall shun you.
Ceres, blessing so is on you.
Alon.
All torment, troubles wonder and amazement.
Inhabits here: some heav'nly powers guide us
Out of this fearful country.
Enter Prospero.
Pros.
Behold, Sir king,
The wrong'd Duke of Milan, Prospero
For more assurance, that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body.
And bid thee welcome!
Alon.
Be'est thou he, or no,
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse,
As late I have been, I know not. Thy
Pulse beats as of flesh and blood; and since I saw thee
Th'affections of my mind amends.
-- 37 --
Thy dukedome I resign, and do entreat
Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should he
Be living and be here?
Pros.
You all yet taste
Some subtilties of the isle; welcome my friends all.
For you most wicked, Sir, whom to call brother,
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankest faults. Alonzo,
I'll shew thee a wonder to content thee,
As much, as me my dukedom, follow me.
[Exeunt.
Scene 3
SCENE, Entrance to Prospero's cell. Ferdinand and Miranda sitting.
AIR.
Ferd.
If on those endless charms you lay
The value that's their due,
Kings are themselves too poor to pay,
A thousand worlds too few.
But if a passion, without vice,
Without disguise or art.
Miranda, if true love's your price,
Behold it in my heart,
Enter Prospero, Alonzo, Anthonio, and Ariel.
Alon.
If this prove a vision of the island, our dear son,
Shall I twice lose.
Fer.
Though the seas threaten, they are merciful:
I've curs'd them without cause.
Alon.
Now all the blessings of a glad father
Compass thee about!
Mir.
How many goodly creatures are there here?
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
That has such people in it.
Fer.
Father, this lovely, charming maid is mine,
I chose her when I could not ask my father
-- 38 --
For his advice, nor thought I had one. She
Is daughter, to this famous duke of Milan,
Of whom I have receiv'd a second life.
Alon.
Give me your hands,
Let grief, and sorrow, still embrace his heart,
That doth not give you joy.
Enter Stephano, Trinculo, Mustacho, Caliban, Sycorax.
Alon.
Who have we here; the master and the
sailors—the boatswain too—my prophesy is out, that
if a gallows were on land, that man could ne'er be
drown'd.
Steph.
The duke and prince alive! Would I had now
Our gallant ship again, and were her master!
Pros.
Now to make amends
For the rough treatment you have found to day,
I'll entertain you with my magic art:
I'll by my power transform this place, and call
Up those that shall make good my promise to you.
Scene 4
SCENE changes and discovers the Sea, the ship riding at Anchor.
Seamen.
Our ship, our ship! huzza, huzza, huzza!
Neptune and Amphitrite appear and chariots—Nymphs, &c.
Amph.
My lord, great Neptune, for my sake,
Of these bright beauties pity take;
And to the rest allow
Your mercy too.
Let this enraged element be still,
Let Eolus obey my will;
Let him his boist'rous prisoners safely keep
In their dark caverns, and no more
Let 'em disturb the bosom of the deep,
Till these arrive upon their wish'd for shore.
-- 39 --
Nept.
So much my Amphitrite's love I prize,
That no commands of hers I can despise,
Tethys no furrows now shall wear,
Oceanus no wrinkles on his brow,
Let your sweetest looks appear,
Be calm and gentle now.
Pros.
Now farewell, my long-lov'd Ariel.
AIR.
Let magic sounds affright no more
While horrors shake the main,
Nor spell bred storms deface the shore,
Let sacred nature reign.
Deep in the earth, where sun shall never shine
This cloud compelling wand I place;
My book the unfathom'd ocean shall confine
Beyond the reach of mortal race.
Pros.
All things being now fairly at an end,
And the bond of friendship firmly tied,
Long as a spark of virtue shall remain,
No human chance can e'er again dissolve,
We will prepare to embark once more for Naples;
For you, my trusty Ariel, I discharge thee freely;
And when thou wing'st thy way across the sea,
To visit fair Naples, remember thy once lov'd master, Prospero;
Whose lordly gates shall all unhinge, to bid thee welcome.
Ar.
I thank thee most noble master, thy servant
Ariel, I ever will remember.
Pros.
Then let's on, my Ariel, farewell,
I see our trusty seamen,
Trinculo, Stephano, Ventoso, and Mustacho,
Who, with joyous hearts hail the ship,
In glad expectation of the king and prince;
They shall not be disappointed.
-- 40 --
Ar.
My lord, how are Caliban, Sycorax, and their
hateful crew to be disposed off. Thy will and pleasure.
Pros.
As virtue always triumphs over vice,
So shall, my Ariel, be their rulers,
Govern thou this isle
And be the guardian angel, and gentle provider
To the shipwreck'd passengers,
Whom the boist'rous winds and roaring waves
Shall cast upon thy shore.
So shall thy office be; as it has been,
One continued good.
Then once more farewell,
And you, my friends, my son, and daughter too,
Hang on the neck of Ariel,
And with grateful tears wash her gentle neck,
For she, with me, preserv'd you all from danger.
(All embrace.
Ar.
Farewell, and I am free,
Adieu my master, thanks for my liberty.
AIR.
Where the bee sucks, there lurk I.
In a cowslip's bell I lie,
There I couch where owls do cry.
On the bat's back will I fly
After summer merrily,
Merrily, merrily, shall I be now.
Under the blossom, that hangs on the bough.
Chorus.
Let sacred Hymen now dispense
The sweets of love and innocence;
Let him his choicest blessings shed,
And nobly fruitful be their bed.
Virtue and love shall deck their crown,
With happy days, and high renown.
