[A confused noise within.] Mercy on us; We split! we split! Farewell my wife and chil dren! Farewell, brother! We split, we split, we 15 split.

[Erit.
[Exit.

Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
Seb. Let's take leave of him.
Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of
sea for an acre of barren ground; 'long heath,|20|
brown furze, any thing: The wills above be
done, but I wou'd fain die a dry death! [Exit.]
SCENE II.

The inchanted island: before the cell of Prospero.
Enter Prospero and Miranda.
Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you
have

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 further.

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.

that

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

25
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
In the dark back-ward and abysm of time?
If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here;
How thou cam'st here thou may'st.

30|||| Mira. But that I do not.

Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
Thesky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's check,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Who had. no doubt, some noble creatures in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd. 35
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 freighting souls within her.

Pro. Be collected;

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

Mira. O woe the day!

Pro. No harm.

I have done nothing but in care of thee,

(Of thee, my dear one! thee, my dear 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 fuil poor cell',
And thy no greater father.

Mira. More to know,

Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Pro. 'Tis time,

I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magick garment from me. So;
[Lays down his mantle.
Lye there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have

comfort.

The dire ul spectacle of the wreck, which touch'e
The very virtue of compassion in thee,
I have with such provision in mine art

So safely o dered, that there is no soul

2

[since,
Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years
Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
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; thou his only heir
And princess, no worse issu’d.

Mira. O the heavens!

[thence?

40 What foul play had we, that we came from Or blessed wast, we did?

451

50

Pro. Both, both, my girl:

[thence:

Pro. My brother, and my uncle, called An thonio,

pray thee mark me,-that a brother should
Be so perfidious!-he whom, next thyself,
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The manage of my state; as, at that time,
55 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,
50 And to my state grew stranger, being transported,
Aud wrapp'd in secret studies. Thy false uncle→→
Dost thou attend me?

Mira. Sir, most heedfully.

Absolutely. Swallow. Perhaps it should be ling, heath, &c. sell. Mingle. 'Quite,

Sorrow, grief, trouble.

Before. i, e. a very pour

Pro

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom
To trash' for over-topping; new created ['em,
The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd
Or else new form'd'em; 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, [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 dedicated
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being so 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 its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit,

A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, 20
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,
dexecuting the outward face of royalty,[ing,
ith all prerogative:-Hence his ambition grow-
lost thou hear?

Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Pro. To have no screen between this part he
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be [play'd
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, 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!

[tell me,

Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then 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 levy'd, one mid-night
Fated to the purpose, did Anthonio 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, not remembring how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint*,

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.

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

Pro. O a cherubim

[smile,

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

30

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
35 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, hefurnish'd me [ness,
From my own library, with volumes that
40I prize above my dukedom.
Mira. Would I might

But ever see that man!

Pro. Now, I arise:

Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
45 Here in this island we arriv'd; 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 it! And now.Ipray
50 (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
55 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 [tions; Will ever after droop.--Here cease more ques 60 Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'ts a good dulness, And give it way:-I know thou canst not choose.[Miranda sleeps.

5

[now,

What is the time o' the day?
Ari. Past the mid season.
Fro. Atleast two glasses: the time 'twixt six and
Must by us both be spent most preciously.[pains,
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
Which is not yet per orm'd me.

Pro. How now, moody?

What is't thou canst demand?

10 Ari. My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? No more.
Ari. I pray thee:

Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Fold thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
15 Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst
To bate me a full year.

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation: All, but inariners,
Plung d in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, 30
Thenall atire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair upstating (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty
And att 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 betore: 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 of the fleet?

Ari. Safely in harbour

140

Pro. Dost thou forget

From what a torment i did free thee?
Ari. No.

[promise

[ooze

Fro. Thou syst, malignant thing! Hast thou The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? Ari. No, sir.

[tell me.

Pro. Thou hast: Where was she born? speak;
Ari. Sir, in Argier*.

Pro. Oh, was she so? I must,

Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Which thouforget'st. This damn'd witch,Sycorax,
35 For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
l'o 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.
[with child,
Pro. This blue-eye'd hag was hither brought
Ank 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,
45 Retusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
Ey 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

50 Adozen years;withinwhichspaceshedied,[groans,
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy
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

Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to retch dew
From the still-vex d Bermoothes', there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
Whom, with a charinjou'd to thei suffer'dlabour, 55 A human shape
I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the deet,
Which i disper'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 pertorm'd; but there's more work:

'Performed to the minutest article.

Ari. Yes, Calibau, her son.

Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in service. Tnou best know'st
What torment I did find thee in: thy groans
60 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,

Bermudas.

'Flote is wave. 4

When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.

Ari. I thank thee, master.

[oak,
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an
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.

Ari. That's my noble master!

The fresh springs, brine-pits.barren place, and fer-
Curs't be I, that I did so!-All the charms [tile;
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,

5 Who 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, [us'd thee, Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I have 10 Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child.

What shall I do? say what what shall I do?
Pro. Go make thyselflike toa nympho' the sea;
Be subject to no sight but thine and nine; invisible 15
To every eye-ball els. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in it; go, hence, with diligence.
[Exit Ariel.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
Awake!

Mira. 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.

Mira. '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
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
Come, thou tortoise! when?

Cat. Ohho, oh ho!---wou'd it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans.

Pro. Abhorred slave,

Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill; I pitied thee, [hour Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each 20 One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Know thy own meaning, but wouldst gabble liké A thing more brutish, I endow d thy purposes With words that made them known: But thy vile race*

25 Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good

30

Fetch us in fuel, and be quick; thou wert best,
[for thee: 35 To answerot er 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!—

Enter Ariel like a water-nymph.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.

Ari. My lord, it shall be done.

[Exit.

Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil 40 Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

Enter Caliban.

[himsel

Cal. Aswicked' dew as e'er my mother brush'd
With raven's feather from unwholesome ten,
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,
And blister you all o'er!

[cramps,

Fro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have
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-combs, each pinch more sting-
Than bees that inade 'em.

Ling

45

50

Cal. I must eat my dinner.
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, [first,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest 55
Thou stroak dst me, and mad'st much 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, 60
And shew'd thee all the qualities o'the isle,

f must obey; his art is of such power,
It would controul my dam's god Setebos,
Aud make a vassal of him.

Pro. So, slave; hence!

[Aside.

[Exit Caliban.

'Baneful. 2 Perhaps put here for fairies. 'The dead waste, or middle of the night. in this place, seems to signity original disposition, inborn qualities. The erysipelas. from Magellan's voyage, that Setebos was the supreme God of the Patagons. Silent.

Race,

• We learn

Fer.

I will resist such entertainment, till
Mine enemy has more power.
Mira. O dear father,

45 Make not too rash a trial of him, for

To owe, signifies here, as in many other places of our author's plays, to own. Confute thee. Timorous.