SCENE II. The Island. Before PROSPERO'S cell.
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDAMIRANDA
If by your art, my dearest father, you havePROSPERO
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 suffered
With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
Who had, no doubt, some noble creature 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 ere
It should the good ship so have swallow'd and
The fraughting souls within her.
Be collected:MIRANDA
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
There's no harm done.
O, woe the day!PROSPERO
No harm.MIRANDA
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 knowing
Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father.
More to knowPROSPERO
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
'Tis timeMIRANDA
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 touch'd
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 saw'st sink. Sit down;
For thou must now know farther.
You have oftenPROSPERO
Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisition,
Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'
The hour's now come;MIRANDA
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.
Certainly, sir, I can.PROSPERO
By what? by any other house or person?MIRANDA
Of any thing the image tell me that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.
'Tis far offPROSPERO
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 itMIRANDA
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,
How thou camest here thou mayst.
But that I do not.PROSPERO
Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,MIRANDA
Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
A prince of power.
Sir, are not you my father?PROSPERO
Thy mother was a piece of virtue, andMIRANDA
She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir
And princess no worse issued.
O the heavens!PROSPERO
What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
Or blessed was't we did?
Both, both, my girl:MIRANDA
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,
But blessedly holp hither.
O, my heart bleedsPROSPERO
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio--MIRANDA
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 signories 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?
Sir, most heedfully.PROSPERO
Being once perfected how to grant suits,MIRANDA
How to deny them, who to advance and who
To trash for over-topping, new created
The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,
Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not.
O, good sir, I do.PROSPERO
I pray thee, mark me.MIRANDA
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my mind
With that which, but by being so retired,
O'er-prized 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 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 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 o' 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.PROSPERO
To have no screen between this part he play'dMIRANDA
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Absolute Milan. 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 stooping.
O the heavens!PROSPERO
Mark his condition and the event; then tell meMIRANDA
If this might be a brother.
I should sinPROSPERO
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Now the condition.MIRANDA
The 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 levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose did Antonio open
The gates of Milan, and, i' the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me and thy crying self.
Alack, for pity!PROSPERO
I, not remembering how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint
That wrings mine eyes to't.
Hear a little furtherMIRANDA
And then I'll bring thee to the present business
Which now's upon's; without the which this story
Were most impertinent.
Wherefore did they notPROSPERO
That hour destroy us?
Well demanded, wench:MIRANDA
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 hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit 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.
Alack, what troublePROSPERO
Was I then to you!
O, a cherubimMIRANDA
Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile.
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.
How came we ashore?PROSPERO
By Providence divine.MIRANDA
Some food we had and some fresh water that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Out of his charity, being then appointed
Master of this design, did give us, with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
Would I mightPROSPERO
But ever see that man!
Now I arise:Resumes his mantleMIRANDA
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 vainer hours and tutors not so careful.
Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,PROSPERO
For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
For raising this sea-storm?
Know thus far forth.ARIEL
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 inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
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, hail! I comePROSPERO
To answer thy best pleasure; be't 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.
Hast thou, spirit,ARIEL
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
To every article.PROSPERO
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,
And burn in many places; on the topmast,
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors
O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.
My brave spirit!ARIEL
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason?
Not a soulPROSPERO
But felt a fever of the mad and play'd
Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring,--then like reeds, not hair,--
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty
And all the devils are here.'
Why that's my spirit!ARIEL
But was not this nigh shore?
Close by, my master.PROSPERO
But are they, Ariel, safe?ARIEL
Not a hair perish'd;PROSPERO
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,
In troops I have dispersed 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.
Of the king's shipARIEL
The mariners say how thou hast disposed
And all the rest o' the fleet.
Safely in harbourPROSPERO
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd 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 dispersed, 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.
Ariel, thy chargeARIEL
Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work.
What is the time o' the day?
Past the mid season.PROSPERO
At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and nowARIEL
Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,PROSPERO
Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
Which is not yet perform'd me.
How now? moody?ARIEL
What is't thou canst demand?
My liberty.PROSPERO
Before the time be out? no more!ARIEL
I prithee,PROSPERO
Remember I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
To bate me a full year.
Dost thou forgetARIEL
From what a torment I did free thee?
No.PROSPERO
Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the oozeARIEL
Of the salt deep,
To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
To do me business in the veins o' the earth
When it is baked with frost.
I do not, sir.PROSPERO
Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgotARIEL
The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
No, sir.PROSPERO
Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.ARIEL
Sir, in Argier.PROSPERO
O, was she so? I mustARIEL
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, from Argier,
Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did
They would not take her life. Is not this true?
Ay, sir.PROSPERO
This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with childARIEL
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 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 groans
As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island--
Save for the son that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp hag-born--not honour'd with
A human shape.
Yes, Caliban her son.PROSPERO
Dull thing, I say so; he, that CalibanARIEL
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 arrived and heard thee, that made gape
The pine and let thee out.
I thank thee, master.PROSPERO
If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oakARIEL
And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
Pardon, master;PROSPERO
I will be correspondent to command
And do my spiriting gently.
Do so, and after two daysARIEL
I will discharge thee.
That's my noble master!PROSPERO
What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?
Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subjectMIRANDA
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; Awake!
The strangeness of your story putPROSPERO
Heaviness in me.
Shake it off. Come on;MIRANDA
We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.
'Tis a villain, sir,PROSPERO
I do not love to look on.
But, as 'tis,CALIBAN
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.
[Within] There's wood enough within.PROSPERO
Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:ARIEL
Come, thou tortoise! when?Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.
My lord it shall be done.ExitPROSPERO
Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himselfCALIBAN
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!Enter CALIBAN
As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'dPROSPERO
With raven's feather from unwholesome fen
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye
And blister you all o'er!
For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,CALIBAN
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 honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made 'em.
I must eat my dinner.PROSPERO
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,
Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst 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 loved thee
And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:
Cursed 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' the island.
Thou most lying slave,CALIBAN
Whom stripes may 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 honour of my child.
O ho, O ho! would't had been done!PROSPERO
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.
Abhorred slave,CALIBAN
Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
Being capable 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 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 confined into this rock,
Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
You taught me language; and my profit on'tPROSPERO
Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
For learning me your language!
Hag-seed, hence!CALIBAN
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.AsidePROSPERO
I must obey: his art is of such power,
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
and make a vassal of him.
So, slave; hence!Exit CALIBANFERDINAND
Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following
ARIEL'S song.
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Courtsied when you have and kiss'd
The wild waves whist,
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
Hark, hark!Burthen [dispersedly, within
The watch-dogs bark!Burthen Bow-wow
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth?FERDINAND
It sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon
Some god o' 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 follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.ARIEL sings
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 knellBurthen Ding-dong
Hark! now I hear them,--Ding-dong, bell.
The ditty does remember my drown'd father.PROSPERO
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.
The fringed curtains of thine eye advanceMIRANDA
And say what thou seest yond.
What is't? a spirit?PROSPERO
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.
No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such sensesMIRANDA
As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest
Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd
With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him
A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows
And strays about to find 'em.
I might call himPROSPERO
A thing divine, for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.
[Aside] It goes on, I see,FERDINAND
As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee
Within two days for this.
Most sure, the goddessMIRANDA
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 or no?
No wonder, sir;FERDINAND
But certainly a maid.
My language! heavens!PROSPERO
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.
How? the best?FERDINAND
What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
A single thing, as I am now, that wondersMIRANDA
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 wreck'd.
Alack, for mercy!FERDINAND
Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of MilanPROSPERO
And his brave son being twain.
[Aside] The Duke of MilanMIRANDA
And his more braver daughter could control thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't. 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? ThisFERDINAND
Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first
That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father
To be inclined my way!
O, if a virgin,PROSPERO
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The queen of Naples.
Soft, sir! one word more.AsideFERDINAND
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 more; I charge thee
That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
The name thou owest 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.MIRANDA
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:PROSPERO
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't.
Follow me.FERDINAND
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 husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
No;MIRANDA
I will resist such entertainment till
Mine enemy has more power.Draws, and is charmed from moving
O dear father,PROSPERO
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle and not fearful.
What? I say,MIRANDA
My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;
Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience
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.PROSPERO
Hence! hang not on my garments.MIRANDA
Sir, have pity;PROSPERO
I'll be his surety.
Silence! one word moreMIRANDA
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
An advocate for an imposter! hush!
Thou think'st 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 affectionsPROSPERO
Are then most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.
Come on; obey:FERDINAND
Thy nerves are in their infancy again
And have no vigour in them.
So they are;PROSPERO
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 o' the earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I in such a prison.
[Aside] It works.To FERDINANDMIRANDA
Come on.
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!To FERDINAND
Follow me.To ARIEL
Hark what thou else shalt do me.
Be of comfort;PROSPERO
My father's of a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted
Which now came from him.
Thou shalt be freeARIEL
As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.
To the syllable.PROSPERO
Come, follow. Speak not for him.Exeunt
PROSPERO
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 demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green sour 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 though ye be, I have bedimm'd
The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure, and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my book.Solemn music
Re-enter ARIEL before: then ALONSO, with a frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO they all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks:
A solemn air and the best comforter
To an unsettled fancy cure thy brains,
Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
For you are spell-stopp'd.
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,
Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace,
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir
To him you follow'st! I will pay thy graces
Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.
Thou art pinch'd fort now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,
You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,
Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,
Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding
Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shore
That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them
That yet looks on me, or would know me Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:
I will discase me, and myself present
As I was sometime Milan: quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.
ARIEL sings and helps to attire him
Where the bee sucks. there suck I:PROSPERO
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee:ARIEL
But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.
To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain
Being awake, enforce them to this place,
And presently, I prithee.
I drink the air before me, and return
Or ere your pulse twice beat.
ExitGONZALO
All torment, trouble, wonder and amazementPROSPERO
Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us
Out of this fearful country!
Behold, sir king,ALONSO
The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:
For more assurance that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee and thy company I bid
A hearty welcome.
Whether thou best he or no,PROSPERO
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse
Beats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,
The affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear, a madness held me: this must crave,
An if this be at all, a most strange story.
Thy dukedom I resign and do entreat
Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should Prospero
Be living and be here?
First, noble friend,GONZALO
Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot
Be measured or confined.
Whether this bePROSPERO
Or be not, I'll not swear.
You do yet taste
Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you
Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all!
Aside to SEBASTIAN and ANTONIOSEBASTIAN
But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,
I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you
And justify you traitors: at this time
I will tell no tales.
[Aside] The devil speaks in him.PROSPERO
No.ALONSO
For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require
My dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,
Thou must restore.
If thou be'st Prospero,PROSPERO
Give us particulars of thy preservation;
How thou hast met us here, who three hours since
Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost--
How sharp the point of this remembrance is!--
My dear son Ferdinand.
I am woe for't, sir.ALONSO
Irreparable is the loss, and patiencePROSPERO
Says it is past her cure.
I rather thinkALONSO
You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace
For the like loss I have her sovereign aid
And rest myself content.
You the like loss!PROSPERO
As great to me as late; and, supportableALONSO
To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
Than you may call to comfort you, for I
Have lost my daughter.
A daughter?PROSPERO
O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,
The king and queen there! that they were, I wish
Myself were mudded in that oozy bed
Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?
In this last tempest. I perceive these lords
At this encounter do so much admire
That they devour their reason and scarce think
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have
Been justled from your senses, know for certain
That I am Prospero and that very duke
Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangely
Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed,
To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;
For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
Not a relation for a breakfast nor
Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
This cell's my court: here have I few attendants
And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
My dukedom since you have given me again,
I will requite you with as good a thing;
At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye
As much as me my dukedom.
Here PROSPERO discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chessMIRANDA
Sweet lord, you play me false.FERDINAND
No, my dear'st love,MIRANDA
I would not for the world.
Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,ALONSO
And I would call it, fair play.
If this prove
A vision of the Island, one dear son
Shall I twice lose.
PROSPERO
I'll deliver all;
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales
And sail so expeditious that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off.
Aside to ARIEL
My Ariel, chick,
That is thy charge: then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.
Exeunt
EPILOGUE
SPOKEN BY PROSPERO
Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
And what strength I have's mine own,
Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
I must be here confined by you,
Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got
And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island by your spell;
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands:
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your indulgence set me free.
