Shakespeare

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TEMPEST.

PERSONS BEPRESENTED.

Alonso, King of Naples.

Scene I.— On a ship at sea. A Storm, with Thunder

and Lightning.

Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain.

Master. Boatswain,—

Boats. Here, master: What cheer?

Master. Good: Speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.

lExit.

Enter Mariners.

Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: Take in the topsail: Tend to the master's whistle.— Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room enough !

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo, and others.

Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.

Boats. I pray now, keep below.

Ant. Where is the master, boson?

Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: Keep your cabins: You do assist the storm.

Gon. Nay, good, be patient.

Boats, when the sea is. Hence ! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence; trouble us not.

Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

Boats. None that I more love than myself, ^ou are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in j'our cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so iiap.— Cheerly, good hearts.— Out of our way, I say. {Exit.

Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath ho 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 doth little advantage ! If he be not born to be hanged our case Is miserable. [Exeunt.

Re-enter Boatswain.

Boats. Down with the topmast; yare; lower, lower;

bring her to try with main-course. [A cry within.']

A plague upon this howling I they are louder than

the weather, or our office.

Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

Seb. A pox o' your throat ! you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog !

Boats. Work you, then.

Ant. Hang.cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noisemaker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench.

Boats. Lay her ahold, a-hold: set her two courses; off to sea again; lay her off.

Enter Mariners, wet.

Mar. All lost ! to prayers, to prayers ! all lost !

[Exeunt.

Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? [them.

Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us assist For our case is as theirs.

Seb. I am out of patience.

Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.— This wide-chopped rascal;— 'Would, thou mightst lie The washing of ten tides ! [drowning,

Gon. He'll be hanged yet;

Though every drop of water swear against it. And gape at widst to glut him.

[A confused noise within.]— 'Kercy on us ! We split, we split !— Farewell, my wite and children ! I^rewell, brother .' We split, we split, we split !—

Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit.

Seb. Let's take leave of him. [Exit.

Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, anything: The wills above be done : but I would fain die a dry death. [Ex-it.

Scene U.—The Island: before the cell o/ Prospero. Enter Prospero and Miranda.

Mira. 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 Are out. O, I have suffered With those that I saw suffer i 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 e'er It should the good sliip so have swallow'd, and The fraughting souls within her.

Pro. Be collected;

No more amazement: tell your piteous heart. There's no harm done. Mira, O, woe the day !

Pio. 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 knowing Of whence I am; nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell. And thy no greater father. 3Iira. More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Pio. 'T is time

I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.— So;

[Lays down his Tnantle.

Lie there, my art.- Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.

The dire spectacle of the wrack, which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely order'd, that there is no soul- No, not so much perdition as an hair, Betid to any creature in the vessel [Sit down;

Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. For thou must now know farther.

Mira. You have often

Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd. And left me to a bootless 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.

Mira, Certainly, sir, I can.

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

Mira, 'T is 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? [is it

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

Mira. But that I do not.

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

A prince of power.

Mira. 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 And princess no worse issued.

Mira. 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.

Mira. O, my heart bleeds

To think o' the teen that I have turned you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.

Fro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,— I pray thee mark me that a brother should Be so perfldious;— he whom, next thyself. 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 1 cast upon mj' brother. And to my state grew stranger, being transported. And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle- Dost thou attend me?

Mira. Sir, most heedfuUy.

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, ' How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom To trash for overtopping; new created [them.

The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd Or else new form'd them; having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts i' th' state To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, [not.

And suck'd my verdure out on't. — Thou attend'st

Mira. O good sir, I do.

Pro. I pray thee, mark me.

I thus neglecting worldly ends, all detlicated To closeness, and the bettering of my mind With that, which, but by being so retired. O'er priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Awafc'd 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 unto 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?

Mira. Your tale, sir, vv'ould cure deafness.

Pio. To have no screen between this part he play 'd. 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 was he for sway) with 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.

Mira. O the heavens !

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

To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne 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 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. Mira. Alack, for pity I

I. not rememb'ring how I cried out then. Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint, That wrings mine eyes to 't.

Pi-o. Hear a little farther.

And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now 's upon us; without the which, this story Were most impertinent.

Mira. Wherefore did they not

That hour destroy us?

Pro. Well demanded, wench;

My tale provokes that question. Dear, tliey 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 prepar'd A rotten carcase of a butt, not rigg'd. Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Instinctively have quit it: 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.

Mira. Alack ! what trouble ■

Was I then to you ! Pro. O ! a cherubln

Thou wast that did presence 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 rais'd in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up ■ Against what should ensue,

Mira. 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 (who 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 gentle- Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnished me, [ness. From mine own library, with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

3Iira. 'Would I might

But ever see that man ! Pro. Now I arise: —

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 princes can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful, [you, sir,

Mira. Heavens thank you for 't ! And now, I pray (For still 't is 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 infiuence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop. — Here cease more questions: Thou art inclined to sleep; 't is 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.

Ari. All hall, great master ! grave sir. hail ! I come To answer thy best pleasure; be 't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

TEMPESl.

[Act II.

On the curl'd chnuis; to thy atroiiK bliUlliiK task Ariel, and all Ills .[iKillty. I'ro. Hast thou, .spirit,

PerformM to ixiiiu the tempest that 1 i;aile thee?

Ari. To evi'i-y article, I boarded the kliiK's ship; now on the beak. Now III the waist, the diik. In every cabin, 1 flamed aniazenient: tSonietlnie I'd divide And bnrii in many plaees; on the topmast, The yards and bowsprit, would I tlame distinctly, Theii meet, anil ,1oln: .love's liKhtniiit,'s, the precurs- C th<Mirradl'ul thunder flajts, more momentary [ors And sltrhtoutrunnlni; were not. The lire, and eracks Of sulphurous roariUK', the most mighty Neptune Seem to litsieije, and make his bold waves tremble. Yea, his dread trident shake.

Pro. My brave spirit !

^Vho was so firm, so constant, that this coll AVould not infect his reason? -•Iri. Not a soul

But felt the fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation: All but mariners Plunp'd ill the foaniinu^ brine, aiul q\iit the vessel. Then all a-flre wllh me: the kind's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-st;iriiiK, ithi'n like reeds, not hair,) « as the first man that lea|)'d; cried, 'Hell is empty, And all the devils are here."

„ I^o. Why, that's my spirit !

But was not this nigh shore?

-;!'''• Close by, my master.

Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?

-■In. Not a hair perish'd;

On their .sustaining garments not a blemish. But fresher than before: and, as thou l)ad'st me. In troops t have dlspers'd them 'bout the isle: The king's son have I landed bv 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.

Pi'o. Of the king's ship,

The mariners, say, how thou liast dispos'd, And all the rest o' the fleet.

^'■'- Safely In harbour

Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Thou oall'dst me no at midiiiglit to fetch dew From the stiil-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid: The mariners all nnder hatches stow'd; Whom, with a charm ioin'd to their sufter'd labour, I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet, w hicli I dlspers'd, the.v all have met again; And are upon the Mediterranean flote. Bound sadly home for Naples: Supposing that they saw the king's ship wraek'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?

-4)'!. Past the mid season.

P)-o. At least two glasses. The time twixt six and Must iiy us l)oth he spent most preeiousl.v. [now

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

Pi'O. How now? moody?

AVhat is 't thou canst demand? .4r?. My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more.

Ari. I prithee

Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv'd Witliout or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst prom- To bate me a full year. [Ise

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 Of the salt deep; [ooze

To run upon 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 best, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, Was grown Into a lioop? hast thou forgot her?

Ari. No, sir. [me.

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

AH. Sir, in Argier. Pro. O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, AVhlch thou forgett'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrl'ole 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?

Ari. Ay, sir. [child.

Pro. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with 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 bests, she did confine thee. By help of her more potent ministers. And in her most unmitigable rage. Into a cloven pine; within which rift Imprlson'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 mlll-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. 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 nenetratethe 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, AVhen I arriv'd and heard thee, tliat ma'de gape Tile 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 spriting gently.

Pro. Do so; and after two days

I will discharge thee.

--l'"i'. That's my noble master!

What .shall I do? say what? what shall I do?

Pro. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea; Be subject to no sight but thine and mine; Invisible To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape. And hitber come In't: go, hence, with diligence.

[K.rit Ariel.

Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put

Heaviness In me. Pro. Shake it oft: Come on;

We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. Mira. 'T is a villain, sir, I do not love to look on. Pio. But, as 't is,

\Vc cannot miss liim: he does make our (Ire, Fetch in our wood, and .serves in oHlces Tliat protit us. Wliat ho! slave! Caliban! Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [VVithin.] There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for Come, thou tortoise! when! [thee:

Pe-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My <jualnt Ariel, Hark In thine ear.

Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Kvit.

Pro Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, co.ne forth! Ent:'r Caliban.

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

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have Side-stitches that shall pen (hy 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 them.

Cnl. I must eat my dinner.

This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Wlilch thou tak'st from me. When thou eamest fir.st. Thou strok'dst me, and niad'st much of me; wouldst Water with berries In 't; and teach me how [give me To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee. And shoiv'd thee all the qualities o' the isle. The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fer- Cursed be I that did so!— All the charnis [tile;

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 of the island.

Pro. Thou most lying slave.

Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us'd

thee.

Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of m.y child.

Cal. O ho, O ho!— 'n-ould it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred ilave;

Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all 111! I pitied thee, [hour

Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each 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 [race. With words that made them known: But thy vile Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which good

natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confln'd into this rock. Who hadst 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 wert best. To answer other business. Shrugg'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 tliee roar That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, pray thee!—

I must obey: his art is of such power, [^Aside.

It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him.

Pro. So, slave; hence!

Exit Caliban.

Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing; Fevdinsind folloicing him.

Ariel's Song.

Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands: Courtsled when you have, and kiss'd

The wild "waves whist.

Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Bur. Hark, hark! Bowgh, wowgli. The watch-dogs bark: Bowgh, wough. [dispersedly.

Ari. Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth?

It sounds no more:— and sure it waits upon Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wrack. This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion. With its sweet air: thence I have foUow'd It, Or It hath drawn me rather:— But 't Is 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 knell:

IBurden, ding-dong.

Hark ! now I hear them,— ding-dong, bell. Fer, The ditty does remember my drown'd fath- This is no mortal business, nor no sound [er:—

That the earth owes:— I hear it now above me.

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say, what thou seest yond'.

Mira. ' What Is 't? a spirit?

Lord, how It looks about ! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form:— But 't is a spirit. [senses Pro., No, wench; it eats, and sleeps, and hath such As we have, such: This gallant, wliich thou seest. Was in the wrack; and but he's something stain'd With grief, that's beaut.v's canker, thou mlglit'st call A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, [him

And strays about to find them.

3Iira. I might call him

A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever saw so uoble.

Pro. It goes on, I see, [Aside.

As my sotd prompts It:— Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free Within two days for this. [thee

^Pi^r. 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, you wonder ' If you be maid or no? Mira. 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 't Is spoken.

Pro. How ! the best ?

What wert thou, if the lilng of Naples heard thee ?

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples : He does hear me; .■iiid that he does I weep: myself am Naples; Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb. beheld The king my father wracked.

Mira. Alack, for mercy !

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

Pro. The duke of Milan,

And his more braver daughter, could control thee. If now 't were fit to do 't:— At the first sight [.4side. They have chang'd eyes:— Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this !— A word, good sir; I Iciir you have done yourself some wrong: a word.

Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I .saw; the first That e'er I sighed for; pity move my father To be inclln'd my wa.v. Fer. O, if a virgin.

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

I^o. Soft, sir; one word more. —

The.y are both in cither's powers; but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside. Make the prize light.— One word more; I charge thee. That thou attencf 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.

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwellln such a tem- If the ill spirit hath so fair a house, [pie:

Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

.fho. Follow me.— [To Ferd.

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, withered roots, and husks Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow. Fer. No;

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

[He draxes, and is cha-i^ied from moving.

Mira. O dear father.

Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle, and not fearful. Pi-o. What, I say.

My foot my tutor ! Put thy sword up, traitor; [science Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy con- Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; J"or I can here disarm thee with this stick. And make thy weapon drop.

Mira. Beseech j'ou, father!

Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments.

Mira. Sir, have pity;

I'll be his surety. Fro. Silence! one word more

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! An advocate for an impostor! hush! Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he, Having seen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench! To tile most of men this is a Caliban, ' And they to him are angels.

Mira. My affections

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

Pro. Come on; obey: [To Ferd.

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 wrack of all my friends, or 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.

Pro. It works:— Come on.—

Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!— Follow me.—

[To Ferd. and Mir.

Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To Ariel.

Mira. Be of comfort;

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

Pro. Thou shalt be as free

As mountain winds; but then exactb' do All points of my command. Ari. To the syllable.

Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt.

Scene I.— Another part of the Island.

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco, and others.

Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause (So have we all) of Joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss: Our hint of woe Is common; every day, some sailor's wife. The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Have Just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, I mean our preservation, few in millions Can speak like Us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Our sorrow with our comfort.