Mir.
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. O, I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel,
Who had, no doubt, some noble creature ^note in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd.
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 swallow'd, and
The fraighting ^note souls within her.

Pro.
Be collected;
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done.

Mir.
O, woe the day!

Pro.
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, nought ^note knowing
Of whence I am; nor that I am more better ^note
Than Prospero, master of a full-poor cell,
And thy no greater father.

Mir.
More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Pro.
'Tis time
I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magick garment from me.—So;
Lye † there, my art.—Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
The very virtue of compassion in thee,

I have with such provision in ^note mine art
So safely order'd, that there is no loss ^{note note},14Q0003
No, not so much perdition as an hair ^note,
Betid to any creature in the vessel,
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down,
For thou must now know farther.

Mir.
You have often
Begun to tell me what I am; but stopt;
And left me to a bootless ^note inquisition,
Concluding, Stay, not yet.

Pro.
The hour's now come;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think, thou canst; for then thou wast not
Out three years old.

Mir.
Certainly, sir, I can.

Pro.
By what? by any other house, or person?
Of any thing the image tell me, that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mir.
'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?

Pro.
Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: But how is it,
That this lives in thy mind? What see'st thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
If thou remember'st ought, ere thou cam'st here;
How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.

Mir.
But that I do not.

Pro.
Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
Thy father was the duke of Milan, and

A prince of power.

Mir.
Sir, are not you my father?

Pro.
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
A princess ^note: no worse issu'd.

Mir.
O the heavens!
What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
Or blessed was't, we did?

Pro.
Both, both, my girl:
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence;
But blessedly holp hither.

Mir.
O, my heart bleeds
To think o'the teen that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.

Pro.
My brother,14Q0004 and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,—
I pray thee, mark me,—(That a brother should
Be so perfidious!) he whom, next thy self,
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The manage of my state; (as, at that time,
Through all the signiories 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 rapt in secret studies) Thy false uncle—
Dost thou attend me?—

Mir.
Sir, most heedfully.

Pro.
Being once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them; who to advance, and who ^note
To trash for over-topping; new created

The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd them,
Or else new form'd them: having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts i'the state
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
And suckt my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not.

Mir.
O, yes, good sir, I do.

Pro.
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 ^note retir'd,
O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother
Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood, in it's contrary as great
As my trust was; which had, indeed, 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, unto ^note truth, by telling of it, ^note
Made such ^note a sinner of his memory
To credit his own lye,—he did believe
He was, indeed, the duke; from substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative: Hence his ambition ^note growing,—
Dost thou hear, girl?

Mir.
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

Pro.
To have no screen between this part he play'd
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Absolute Milan: ^note Me, poor man, my library
Was dukedom large enough! of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable: confederates

(So dry he was for sway) wi' the king of Naples;
To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan!)
To most ignoble ^note stooping.

Mir.
O the heavens!

Pro.
Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me,
If this might be a brother.

Mir.
I should sin,
To think but nobly of my grand-mother:
Good wombs have born bad sons.

Pro.
Now the condition.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit:
Which was, That he, in lieu o' 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 honours, on my brother: Whereon,
A treacherous army levy'd, one midnight,
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurry'd thence
Me, and thy crying self.

Mir.
Alack, for pity!
I, not remembring how I cry'd on't then ^note,
Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,
That wrings mine eyes to't.

Pro.
Hear 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.

Mir.
Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?

Pro.
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 colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurry'd us aboard a bark;
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carcase of a boat, ^note not rig'd,
Nor tackle, nor sail, nor ^note mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit ^note it: there they hoist us
To cry to the sea, that roar'd to us; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.

Mir.
Alack! what trouble
Was I then to you!

Pro.
O, a cherubin
Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou did'st smile,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
Under my burthen groan'd; which rais'd in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.

Mir.
How came we ashore?

Pro.
By providence divine.
Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Out of his charity, (he being ^note then appointed
Master of this design) did give us; with
Rich garments, linnens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which since have steeded much: so, of his gentleness,

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
From mine own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.

Mir.
'Would I might
But ever see that man!

Pro.
Now I arise:14Q0005—
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit
Than other princes can ^note, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.

Mir.
Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,
(For still 'tis beating in my mind) your reason
For raising this sea-storm?

Pro.
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 star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions,
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way: I know, thou canst not choose.— [Miranda sleeps.
Come away, servant, come: I'm ready now;
Approach, my Ariel, come. Enter Ariel.

Ari.
All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come
To answer thy best pleasure; be't ^note to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds: to thy strong bidding task

Ariel and all his quality. ^note

Pro.
Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bad thee?

Ari.
To every article.
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waste, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: Sometimes ^note, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
The yards, and bore-sprit, ^note would I flame distinctly,
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, ^note the precursers
O' the dreadful thunder-clap ^note, more momentary
And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seem ^note to besiege; and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread ^note trident shake.

Pro.
My brave brave spirit!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason?

Ari.
Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad,14Q0006 and ^note play'd
Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the first man that leap'd; cry'd, Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.

Pro.
Why, that's my spirit!
But was not this nigh shore?

Ari.
Close by, my master.

Pro.
But are they, Ariel, safe?

Ari.
Not a hair perish'd;
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,

But fresher than before; and, as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle:
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this † sad knot.

Pro.
Of the king's ship,
The mariners, say how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o' the fleet?

Ari.
Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vext Bermoothes, there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet,
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples;
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great person perish.

Pro.
Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:
What is the time o' the day?14Q0007

Ari.
Past the mid season.

Pro.
At least two glasses: The time 'twixt six and now
Must by us both be spent most preciously.

Ari.
Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro.
How now? moody?
What is't ^note thou canst demand?

Ari.
My liberty.

Pro.
Before the time be out? no more.

Ari.
I pray thee:
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lyes, made thee no ^note mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst promise
To bate me a full year.

Pro.
Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?

Ari.
No.

Pro.
Thou dost: and think'st it much, to tread the ooze
Of the salt deep;
To run upon ^note the sharp wind of the north;
To do me business in the veins o'the earth,
When it is bak'd with frost.

Ari.
I do not, sir.

Pro.
Thou ly'st, malignant thing: Hast thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and envy,
Was grown ^note into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?

Ari.
No, sir.

Pro.
Thou hast; Where was she born? speak, tell me.

Ari.
Sir, in Argier.

Pro.
O, was she so? I must,
Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing ^note, from Argier,
Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did,
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 the sailors: Thou, my slave,

As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant:
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhor'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 ^note space she dy'd,
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans
As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island
(Save for the son that ^note she did litter here,
A freckl'd whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with
A human shape.

Ari.
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; it was a torment
To lay upon the damn'd, which 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.

Ari.
I thank thee, master.

Pro.
If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak,
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, 'till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.

Ari.
Pardon, master:
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.

Pro.
Do so: and after two days

I will discharge thee.

Ari.
That's my noble master!
What shall I do? say, what? what shall I do?

Pro.
Go make thyself like to ^note a nymph o' the sea:
Be subject to no sight but mine; ^note invisible
To every eye-ball else: Go, take this shape,
And hither come in it: go, hence, with diligence. [Exit Ariel.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
Awake!

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

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

Mir.
'Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on.

Pro.
But, as 'tis,
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices ^note
That profit us.—What, ho! 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! Re-enter Ariel, like a Water-nymph.
&clquo;Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,&crquo;
&clquo;Hark in thine ear.&crquo;

&clquo;Ari.
&clquo;My lord, it shall be done.&crquo; [Exit Ariel.

Pro.
Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Enter Caliban.

Cal.
As wicked dew, as ere my mother brush'd
With raven's feather from unwholsom 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; urchins
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as honey-comb, ^note each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made them.

Cal.
I must eat my dinner.
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st first,14Q0008
Thou stroak'dst me, and mad'st much ^note 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 thee,
And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
The fresh-springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fertil;—
Curs'd be I, that I did ^note 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'the island.

Pro.
Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness: ^note I have us'd thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee
In mine own cell, 'till thou did'st seek to violate
The honour of my child.

Cal.
Oh ho, oh ho!—'would't had been done!
Thou did'st prevent me; I had peopl'd else

This isle ^note with Calibans.

Pro.
Abhorred ^note slave;14Q0009
Which any print of goodness wilt not ^note take,
Being capable of all ill! I pity'd thee,
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other: when thou could'st not ^note, savage,
Show thine ^note own meaning, but would'st gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known: But thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
Who had'st deserv'd more than a prison.

Cal.
You taught me language; and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse; The red plague rid you,
For learning me your language!

Pro.
Hag-seed, hence!
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'ert ^note 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.

Cal.
No, pray thee!—
&clquo;I must obey; his art is of such power,&crquo;
&clquo;It would controul my dam's god Setebos,&crquo;
&clquo;And make a vassal of him.&crquo;

Pro.
So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban. Musick. Re-enter Ariel, invisible; Ferdinand following. SONG.
Ari.
Come unto these yellow sands,14Q0010
  and then take hands:

curt'sy'd when you have, and kist,
  (the wild waves whist)
foot it featly here and there;
and, sweet sprites, the burthen bear ^note.
  Hark, hark! bur.
Bowgh, wowgh. [dispersedly.
the watch-dogs bark: bur.
Bowgh, wowgh. dispersedly.
Hark, hark! I hear
the strain of strutting chanticlere
cry, Cock-a-doodle-do.

Fer.
Where should this musick be? i' the air? or the earth?
It sounds no more:—and, sure, it waits upon
Some god o' the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping against the ^note king my father's wreck,
This musick crept ^note by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
With it's sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather:—But 'tis gone:
No, it begins ^note again.
Ari. SONG.
Full fathom 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:
hark, now I hear them,—Ding-dong, bell. [Burthen, Ding-dong.

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 see'st yond'.

Mir.
What is't? a spirit?
Lord, 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 see'st,
Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd
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.

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

&clquo;Pro.
&clquo;It goes, I ^note see,&crquo;
&clquo;As my soul prompts it:—Spirit, fine spirit, I'll free thee&crquo;
&clquo;Within two days for this.&crquo;

Fer.
Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend:—Vouchsafe my prayer
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, o you wonder,
If you be maid ^note, or no?

Mir.
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 wreckt.

Mir.
Alack, for mercy!

Fer.
Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan,
And his brave son, being twain.14Q0011

Pro.
The duke of Milan,
And his more braver daughter, could controul thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't.—&clquo;At the first sight&crquo;
&clquo;They have chang'd eyes:—Delicate Ariel,&crquo;
&clquo;I'll set thee free for this.&crquo;—A word, good sir;
I fear, you have done yourself some wrong; a word.

&clquo;Mir.
&clquo;Why speaks my father so ungently? ^note This&crquo;
&clquo;Is the third man, that e'er I saw; the first,&crquo;
&clquo;That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father&crquo;
&clquo;To be inclin'd my way!&crquo;

Fer.
O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The queen of Naples.

Pro.
Soft, sir; one word more.
&clquo;They are both in either's powers: but this swift business&crquo;
&clquo;I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
&clquo;Make the prize light.&crquo; Sir, 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.

Fer.
No, as I am a man.

Mir.
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.
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 mussels, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradl'd: Follow.

Fer.
No;
I will resist such entertainment, 'till
Mine enemy has more power. [draws.

Mir.
O dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him; for
He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro.
What, I say,
My foot my tutor!—Put thy sword up, traitor;
Who mak'st a ^note shew, but dar'st not strike, thy conscience
Is so ^note possest with guilt: come from thy ward;
For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
And make thy weapon drop.

Mir.
Beseech you, father!

Pro.
Hence; hang not on my garments.

Mir.
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 ^note 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.

Mir.
My affections
Are then most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.

Pro.
Come on; obey:
Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
And have no vigour in them.

Fer.
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, or this ^note man's threats
To whom I am subdu'd, are but ^note light to me,
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid: all corners else o'the earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I, in such a prison.

&clquo;Pro.
&clquo;It works.&crquo;—Come on.—
&clquo;Thou hast done well, fine Ariel.&crquo;—Follow me.—
&clquo;Hark what thou else shalt do me.&crquo;

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

&clquo;Pro.
&clquo;Thou shalt be as free&crquo;
&clquo;As mountain winds: but then exactly do&crquo;
&clquo;All points of my command.&crquo;

&clquo;Ari.
&clquo;To the syllable.&crquo;

Pro.
Come, follow:—Speak not for him. [Exeunt.

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