All language subtitles for The.Tempest.2010.1080p.BluRay.x2

Yare, yare!

Take in the topsail!
Tend to the master's whistle.

Bestir! Bestir!

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

I pray now, keep below!

Where is the master, boatswain?

Do you not hear him?
You mar our labor!

Keep your cabins!
You do assist the storm!

Nay, good, be patient!

When the sea is!

Yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

None that I more love than myself.

Silence! Trouble us not.
Out of our way, I say!

Yet again! What do you here?

Shall we give o'er and drown?
Have you a mind to sink?

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

Work you, then!

Hang, cur! Hang, you whoreson,
insolent noisemaker!

We are less afraid to be drowned
than thou art!

Off to sea again!

Lay her off!

Farewell, my wife!

To prayers, to prayers!

All lost!

Mercy on us!

Hell is empty and all the devils here!

If by your art, my dearest mother,
you have put the wild waters in this roar,

allay them.

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.

Poor souls, they perish'd.

Be collected.

No more amazement.

Tell thy piteous heart
there's no harm done.

- O, woe the day.
- 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,

naught knowing of whence I am,
nor that I am more better than Prospera,

master of a full poor cell,
and thy no greater mother.

More to know did never
meddle with my thoughts.

'Tis time I should inform thee further.

So. 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, 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, ma'am, I can.

By what?

By any other house or person?

Of any thing the image tell me
that hath kept with thy remembrance.

'Tis far off and rather like a dream.

Had I not four or five women once
that tended me?

Thou hadst, and more, Miranda.

Twelve year since, Miranda,

twelve year since,

thy mother held the dukedom of Milan
and its princely power.

But are not you my mother?

The very same.

Who, long ago, was wife to him
who ruled Milan most liberally.

Who, with as tolerant
a hand toward me,

gave license to my long hours
in pursuit of hidden truths,

of coilèd powers contained within
some elements to harm or heal.

I brooked no interruption
but your squalling,

For thou, child, art a princess born.

O heavens!

What foul play had we
that we came from thence?

Upon thy father's death,

authority was conferred,
as was his will, to me alone,

thereby awakening the ambition
of my brother, and thy uncle,

call'd Antonio.

- Thou attendest not!
- Good madam, I do.

I pray thee, mark me...
that a brother should be so perfidious!

He whom I did charge
to execute express commands

as to the prudent governing
of fair Milan,

instead undid, subverted...
Dost thou attend me?

Ma'am, most heedfully.

Perverting my upstanding studies,

now his slandering and bile-dipped brush
did paint a faithless portrait.

His sister, a practicer of the black arts!

A demon, not a woman, nay, a witch!

And he full knowing that others of my sex
have burned for no less.

The flames now fanned, my counselors
turned against me. Dost thou hear?

Your tale, ma'am, would cure deafness.

To credit his own lie,
he did believe he was indeed the duke.

Confederates with the King of Naples
to give him annual tribute

and bend my dukedom yet unbow'd
to most ignoble stooping.

O the heavens!

Now, the condition.

The King of Naples,
being an enemy to me inveterate,

hearkens to my brother's suit,

which was that he should presently
eradicate me and mine out of the dukedom

and confer fair Milan
with all its honors upon my brother.

Whereon, one midnight

did Antonio open the gates of Milan.

Into the dead of darkness,
his ministers for the purpose

hurried thence me and thy crying self.

Wherefore did they not
that hour destroy us?

Dear, they durst not,
so dear the love my people bore me.

In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
bore us some leagues to sea,

where they'd prepared
a rotten carcass of a boat,

not rigg'd, nor tackle, sail, nor mast.

The very rats instinctively had quit it.

And there they hoist us,
to cry to the seas that roar'd to us,

to sigh to the winds whose pity,
sighing back again,

did us but loving wrong.

Alack, what trouble was I then to you.

O, a cherubim thou wast
that did preserve me.

Thou didst smile,
infused with a fortitude from heaven

that raised in me an undergoing stomach
to bear up against what should ensue.

How came we ashore?

By Providence divine.

Some food we had
and some fresh water

that a noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

out of his charity did give us,

with rich garments,
stuffs and necessaries,

which since have steaded much.

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 might but ever see that man.

I pray you, ma'am,
for still 'tis beating in my mind,

your reason for raising this sea storm?

By accident most strange,

bountiful Fortune, now, my dear lady,

hath mine enemies
brought to this shore.

Here cease more questions.

Thou art inclined to sleep.

'Tis a good dullness, and give it way.

I know thou canst not choose.

Come away, servant, come.

I am ready now.

Approach, my Ariel, come!

All hail, great master!
Grave dame, hail!

I come to answer thy best pleasure,

be it 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, perform'd to the point
the tempest that I bade thee?

To every article.

I boarded the king's ship.

Now on the beak, now in the waist,
the deck,

in every cabin, I flamed amazement!

Sometime I'd divide and burn
in many places.

The fire and cracks of sulfurous roaring
the most mighty Neptune seem to besiege

and make his bold waves tremble,

yea, his dread trident shake!

Lay her off!

My brave spirit!

Who was so firm, so constant that
this coil could not infect his reason?

Not a soul but felt a fever of the mad
and play'd some tricks of desperation.

The king's son, Ferdinand,
with hair up-staring,

was the first man that leap'd, cried,

"Hell is empty
and all the devils are here!"

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

- Close by, my master.
- But are they, Ariel, safe?

Not a hair perish'd.

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 ship, the mariners,

say how thou hast disposed.

Safely in harbor is the king's ship,

in the deep nook, there she's hid.

The mariners all under hatches stow'd,
who with a charm I have left asleep.

Ariel, thy charge exactly is perform'd,

but there's more work.
What is the time of the day?

Past the mid-season.

O, at least two glasses.

The time 'twixt six and now must by us
both be spent most preciously.

Is there more toil?

Since thou dost give me pains, let me
remember thee what thou hast promised,

which is not yet perform'd me.

How now? Moody?

What is't thou canst demand?

My liberty!

Before the time be out? No more!

I prithee, remember I have
done thee worthy service.

Thou didst promise
to bate me a full year.

Dost thou forget from what a torment
I did free thee?

- No.
- Thou dost.

- I do not, ma'am.
- Thou liest, malignant thing.

Hast thou forgot the foul witch Sycorax?

Hast thou forgot her?

- No, ma'am.
- Thou hast.

Where was she born? Speak. Tell me.

Ma'am, in Algiers.

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,

from Algiers, thou know'st, was banish'd.
Is not this true?

Ay, ma'am.

This blue-eyed 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,

but for thou wast a spirit too delicate
to act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,

she did confine thee 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.

Thou best know'st what a torment
I did find thee in.

Thy groans did make wolves howl

and penetrate the breasts
of ever angry bears.

It was mine art,
when I arrived and heard thee,

that made gape the pine
and let thee out.

I thank thee, master.

If thou more murmurest,

I will rend an oak

and peg thee in his knotty entrails
till thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.

Pardon, master.

I will be correspondent to command

and do my spiriting gently.

Do so.

And after two days I will discharge thee.

That's my noble master.

What shall I do?

Say what. What shall I do?

Go. Make thyself like
a nymph o' the sea.

Be subject to no sight but thine or mine,
invisible to every eyeball else.

Go, hence with diligence!

Awake, dear heart, awake.

Thou hast slept well. Awake.

The strangeness of your story
put heaviness in me.

Shake it off. Come on.

We'll visit with Caliban, my slave,
who never yields us kind answer.

'Tis a villain, ma'am,
I do not love to look on.

But, as 'tis, we cannot miss him.

He does make our fire,

fetches in our wood
and serves in offices that profit us.

What, ho! Slave!

Caliban!

Thou earth, thou! Speak.

There's wood enough within!

Come forth, I say!

I must eat my dinner.

There's other business for thee!

Come, thou tortoise! When?

O, thou poisonous slave, got by
the devil himself upon thy wicked dam.

- Come forth!
- Mm!

As wicked dew as e'er
my mother brush'd

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,
tonight thou shalt have cramps,

side-stitches that shall
pen thy breath up.

Urchins shall work all exercise on thee.

Thou shalt be pinch'd
as thick as honeycomb,

each pinch more stinging
than bees that made 'em.

This island is mine,

by Sycorax my mother,
which thou tak'st from me.

When thou camest first,

thou strokedst me
and made 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,
whom stripes may move, not kindness!

I have used thee with humane care,

lodged thee in mine own cell,

till thou didst seek to violate
the honor of my child.

O, ho.

Would it had been done.

Thou didst prevent me,
I had peopled else this isle with Calibans.

Abhorrèd slave,

which any print of goodness
wilt not take.

I pitied thee,

took pains to make thee speak!

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!

Hag-seed, hence!

Fetch us in fuel. 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!

I must obey.

Her art is of such power!

So, slave, hence!

Come unto these darkened sands

And then take hands

Curtsied when you have and kiss'd

The wild waves whist

Foot it featly here and there

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear

Hark, hark!

The watch-dogs bark!

Hark, hark!

The watch-dogs bark!

Where should this music be?

I' the air or the earth?

It sounds no more, and sure,
it waits upon some god o' the island.

Thence I have follow'd it.

Or it hath drawn me, rather.

But 'tis gone.

No, it begins again.

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

The ballad does remember
my drown'd father.

This is no mortal business,
nor no sound that the earth owes.

I hear it now above me.

The fringed curtains of thine eye advance
and say, say what thou seest yond.

What is't? A spirit?

No, child.

It eats and sleeps and hath such senses
as we have, such.

This gallant which thou seest
was in the wreck.

I might call him a thing divine,
for nothing natural I ever saw so noble.

It goes on, I see, as my soul prompts it.

O spirit, fine spirit!
I'll free thee within two days for this.

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 or no?

No wonder, sir, but certainly a maid.

My language! Heavens!

I am the best of them
that speak this speech,

were I but where 'tis spoken.

How, the best?

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

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,
never since at ebb,

beheld the king, my father, wreck'd.

Alack, for mercy!

Yes, faith, and all his lords.

At first sight they have changed eyes.

O delicate Ariel,
I will set thee free for this.

A word, good sir.

I fear you have done yourself
some wrong... A word!

Why speaks my mother so ungently?

This is the second man that e'er I saw,
the first that e'er I sigh'd for.

They are both in either's powers,

but this swift business
I must uneasy make,

lest too light winning
make the prize light.

One word more!

I charge thee that thou attend me!

Thou dost here usurp the name
thou owest not

and have put thyself upon this island
as a spy,

to win it from me, the sovereign on't.

No, as I am a man.

There's nothing ill can dwell
in such a temple.

Follow me.
Speak not you for him, he's a traitor.

Come, I'll manacle
thy neck and feet together.

Seawater shalt thou drink. Follow.

No, I will resist such entertainment
till mine enemy has more power.

O dear mother,
make not too rash a trial of him,

for he's gentle and not fearful.

What? I say, my foot my tutor?

Put thy sword up, traitor,

for I can here disarm thee with this stick
and make thy weapon drop.

- Beseech you, mother.
- Hang not upon my garment.

Ma'am, have pity. I'll be his surety.

Silence! One word more shall make me
chide thee, if not hate thee.

Thou think'st there is no more
such shapes as he,

having seen but him and Caliban.

Foolish child.

To the most of men this is a Caliban
and they to him are angels.

My affections are then most humble.

I have no ambition to see
a goodlier man.

Come on. Obey.

Thy nerves are in their infancy again
and have no vigor in them.

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, nor this
dame'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.

It works.

Come on!

Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!

Hark what thou else shalt do me.

Be of comfort.

My mother's of a better nature, sir,
than she appears by speech.

Thou shalt be free as mountain winds,

then exactly do
all points of my command.

To the syllable.

Come, follow. Speak not for him.

Beseech you, sir. Be merry.

You have cause, so have we all, of joy,

for our escape
is much beyond our loss.

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.

Prithee, peace.

He receives comfort like cold porridge.

Look. He's winding up the watch of his wit.
By and by it will strike.

- Sir...
- One! Tell.

When every grief is entertain'd
that's offer'd,

comes to the entertainer...

A dollar.

Dolor comes to him, indeed.
You have spoken truer than you purposed.

You have taken it wiselier
than I meant you should.

Therefore, my lord...

Fie, what a spendthrift is he
of his tongue!

I prithee, spare.

Well, I have done.

But yet...

He will be talking.

Though this island seem to be desert...

Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible...

- Yet...
- Yet...

I could not miss it.

The air breathes upon us here
most sweetly.

- As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
- Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

Here is everything advantageous to life.

True, save means to live.

Of that there's none, or little.

How lush and lusty the grass looks!
How green!

The ground indeed is tawny.

With an eye of green in't.

But the rarity of it is...

Which is indeed almost beyond credit.

- That our garments,
being, as they were, drenched in the sea,

are now as fresh
as when we put them on first in Afric.

In Tunis.

At the marriage of your fair daughter
Claribel to the King of Tunis.

You cram these words into mine ears
against the stomach of my sense.

Would I had never married
my daughter there.

For, coming thence, my son is lost

and, in my rate, she too,
who is so far from Italy removed

I ne'er again shall see her.

O thou mine heir of Naples and Milan,

what strange fish
hath made his meal on thee?

Sir, he may live.

I saw him beat the surges under him
and ride upon their backs.

I not doubt he came alive to land.

No, no, he's gone.

Sir, you may thank yourself
for this great loss,

that would not bless our Europe with your
daughter, but rather lose her to an African.

Prithee, peace.

We have lost your son, I fear, forever.
The fault's your own.

So is the dearest o' the loss.

My lord Sebastian, the truth you speak
doth lack some gentleness.

You rub the sore,
when you should bring the plaster.

Very well.

And most like a surgeon.

It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
when you are cloudy.

Foul weather?

Very foul.

Prospera. Prospera.

All the infections that the sun sucks up
from bogs, fens, flats,

on Prospera fall
and make her by inch-meal a disease!

Her spirits hear me,

and yet I needs must curse.

But for every trifle are they set upon me.

Sometime like apes that mow...

...and chatter at me and after bite me.

Then like hedgehogs which lie tumbling
in my barefoot way

and mount their pricks at my footfall.

Sometime am I all wound with adders

who with cloven tongues
do hiss me into madness!

- Did you get me?
- Lo! Here comes a spirit of hers,

and to torment me
for bringing wood in slowly.

Nothing. Literally nothing.

There's that cloud.
I'll keep dealing with you.

I'll fall flat.
Perchance he will not mind me.

I won't take spit anymore,
from anybody.

Fuck! Yaah!

Here's neither bush nor shrub,
to bear off any weather at all,

and another storm brewing.

I hear it sing I' the wind.

Yond same black cloud,
yond huge one,

looks like a foul bombard
that would shed his liquor.

If it should thunder as it did before,

I know not where I'd hide me head.

Yond same cloud cannot choose
but fall by pailfuls. Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What have we here?

A man or a fish?

Dead or alive?

A fish. He smells like a fish.

A very ancient fish-like smell.

Whew.

A strange fish.

Were I in England now, as once I was,

and had but this fish painted,

not a holiday fool there
but would give a piece of silver.

There would this monster make a man.

Any strange beast there makes a man.

Where they will not give a penny
to relieve a lame beggar,

they will lay out ten
to see a dead Indian.

Legged like a man...

...and his fins...

...like arms!

Warm, o' my troth!

I do now let loose my opinion,
hold it no longer.

This is no fish,

but an islander,
that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt.

Alas, the storm is come again!

My best way is to creep
under his gaberdine.

There is no other shelter hereabout.

Misery acquaints a man
with strange bedfellows.

Do not torment me: Oh!

The master, the swabber

The boatswain and I

The gunner and his mate

Loved Mall, Meg
And Marian and Margery

But none of us cared for Kate

For she had a tongue with a tang

Would cry to a sailor, "Go hang!"

She loved not the savor
Of tar nor of pitch

Yet...

Oh, fuck.

Yet a tailor might scratch her
Where'er she did itch

Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang

Then to sea, boys, and let her...

This is a very scurvy tune
to sing at a man's funeral.

Well, here's my comfort.

What's the matter?

Have we devils here?

Do you put tricks upon us,
with savages and men of Indie? Huh?

I have not 'scaped drowning
to be afeard now of your four legs.

The spirit torments me, oh!

This is some monster of the isle
with four legs

who hath got, as I take it, an ague.

Where the devil should he learn
our language?

I will give him some relief,
if it be but for that.

If I can recover him and keep him tame
and get to Naples with him,

he's a present for any emperor.

Oh, do not torment me, prithee.
I'll bring my wood home faster!

He's in his fit now and does not talk
after the wisest.

Ha-ha. He shall taste of my bottle.
Come on your ways.

Open your mouth.

This will shake your shaking,
I can tell you, and that soundly.

You cannot tell who's your friend.
Open your chaps again.

I should know that voice! It should be...

But he is drowned, and these are devils.
O defend me!

Four legs and two voices.
A most delicate monster.

Come.

Amen! I'll pour some
in thy other mouth.

- Stephano?
- Huh!

Doth thy other mouth call me?

Mercy, mercy!
This is a devil and no monster!

- I will leave him!
- Stephano?

If thou beest Stephano,
touch me and speak to me.

Be not afeard, for I am Trinculo.

Thy good friend Trinculo!

If thou beest Trinculo, come forth.

I'll pull thee by the lesser legs.

If any be Trinculo's legs, these are they.

Thou art very Trinculo indeed!

How camest thou to be
the siege of this mooncalf?

Can he vent Trinculos?

I took him to be killed
with a thunder-stroke.

But art thou not drowned, Stephano?

I hid me under the dead mooncalf's
gaberdine for fear of the storm.

And art thou living, Stephano?
O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped!

Prithee, do not turn me about.
My stomach is not constant.

These be fine things,
an if they be not sprites.

That's a brave god
and bears celestial liquor.

I will kneel to him.

How didst thou 'scape?
How camest hither?

Swear by this bottle
how thou camest hither.

I escaped upon a butt of sack
which the sailors heaved o'erboard.

I'll swear upon that bottle
to be thy true subject,

for the liquor is not earthly.

Here, swear by this bottle
how thou escapedst.

Swum ashore, man, like a duck.
I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

- Here, kiss the book.
- Mm. Mm.

Though thou canst swim like a duck,
thou art made like a goose.

O Stephano,
hast thou any more of this?

The whole butt, man.

How now, mooncalf?

How does thine ague?

Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?

Out of the moon, I do assure thee.

I was the man in the moon
when time was.

I have seen thee in her,
and I do adore thee!

Come, swear to that.

Kiss the book. Swear.

By this good light,

this is a very shallow monster.
I afeard of him?

A very weak monster.

The man in the moon!
A most poor, credulous monster!

O, I'll show thee every fertile inch
o' the island.

And I will kiss thy foot.

I prithee, be my god.

Come on, then.

Down and swear.

I shall laugh myself to death
at this puppy-headed monster.

A most scurvy monster!
I could find it in me heart to beat him!

But that the poor monster's in drink. So...

Come, kiss.

I'll show thee the best springs.

I'll pluck thee berries.

I'll fish for thee
and get thee wood enough.

A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!

I'll bear her no more sticks
but follow thee, thou wondrous man.

A most ridiculous monster,
to make a wonder of a poor drunkard!

I prithee, let me bring thee
where crabs grow.

And I with my long nails
will dig thee pignuts,

show thee a jay's nest,

and instruct thee how to snare
the nimble marmoset.

I'll bring thee to clustering filberts,

and sometimes I'll get thee
young scamels from the rock.

Wilt thou go with me?

I prithee now, lead the way
without any more talking. Trinculo.

The king and all our company
else being drowned, we will inherit here.

Farewell, master, farewell!

Farewell!

A howling monster! A drunken monster!

No more dams I'll make for fish

Nor fetch in firing At requiring

Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish

'Ban, 'Ban, Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Ca-Caliban

Has a new master!

Get a new man!

Freedom, hey-day

Hey-day, freedom

Freedom, hey-day, hey-day, freedom!

- O brave monster! Lead the way!
- Freedom!

Free. Yes. I am free.

This my mean task would be
as heavy to me as odious,

but the mistress which I serve
quickens what's dead

and makes my labors pleasures.

She is ten times more gentle
than her mother's crabbed,

and she's composed of harshness.

I must remove some thousands
of these logs

and pile them up
upon a sore injunction.

My sweet mistress weeps
when she sees me work,

and says such baseness
had never like executor.

I forget, but these sweet thoughts
do even refresh my labors.

Most busiest when I do it.

Alas, now, pray you, work not so hard.

I would the lightning had burnt up
those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile.

Pray, set it down and rest you.

When this burns,
'twill weep for having wearied you.

My mother is hard at study.

Pray now, rest yourself.
She's safe for these three hours.

O most dear mistress,

the sun will set before
I shall discharge what I must strive to do.

If you'll sit down,
I'll bear your logs the while.

Pray, give me that.
I'll carry it to the pile.

No, precious creature. I had rather
crack my sinews, break my back

than you should such dishonor undergo
while I sit lazy by.

It would become me as well as it does you,
and I should do it with much more ease.

For my good will is to it,
and yours it is against.

You look wearily.

No, noble mistress.

'Tis fresh morning with me
when you are by at night.

I do beseech you, what is your name?

Miranda.

O my mother,
I have broke your hest to say so!

Admired Miranda!

Indeed the top of admiration,
worth what's dearest to the world.

Poor worm, thou art infected.

This visitation shows it.

Full many a lady I have eyed
with best regard.

Many a time the harmony
of their tongues

hath into bondage
brought my too diligent ear.

For several virtues have I liked several
women, never any with so full soul.

But some defect in her did quarrel
with the noblest grace she owed

and put it to the foil.

But you...

O you, so perfect and so peerless,

are created of every creature's best.

I know only one more of my sex,
no young woman's face remember,

save from my glass, mine own.

Nor have I seen more that
I may call men than you, good friend.

How features are abroad,
I am skill-less of, but by my modesty,

I would not wish any companion
in the world but you.

Nor can imagination form a shape,
besides yourself, to like of.

But I prattle something too wildly.

My mother's precepts
I therein do forget.

I am in my condition a prince, Miranda.

I do think a king.

I would not so.

Hear my soul speak.

The very instant that I saw you
did my heart fly to your service.

There resides, to make me slave to it.

And for your sake
am I this patient log-man.

Do you love me?

O heaven, O earth,
bear witness to this sound.

I beyond all limit of what
else I' the world, do love,

prize, honor you.

I am a fool...

...to weep at what I am glad of.

Wherefore weep you?

At mine unworthiness,
which dare not offer

what I desire to give, and much less take
what I shall die to want.

But this is trifling, and all the more it seeks
to hide itself, the bigger bulk it shows.

Hence, bashful cunning, and prompt me,
plain and holy innocence.

I am your wife, if you will marry me.

If not, I'll die your maid.

To be your fellow, you may deny me,

but I'll be your servant,
whether you will or no.

My mistress, dearest,
and I thus humble ever.

My husband, then?

Ay, with a heart as willing
as bondage e'er of freedom.

Here's my hand.

And mine, with my heart in't.

Now farewell.

Till a half an hour hence.

A thousand thousand!

I had... Had I plantation on
this isle, my lord, and were the king on't,

- what would I do?
- 'Scape being drunk for want of wine.

No occupation. All men idle, all.

And women too, but innocent and pure.
No sovereignty.

Yet he would be king on't.

The latter end of his commonwealth
forgets the beginning.

Nature, nature,
without sweat or endeavor,

would bring forth, of its own kind,

all foison, all abundance,
to feed my innocent people.

No marrying 'mong his subjects?

None, man.
All idle: Whores and knaves.

Ah. I would with such perfection govern,
sir, as to excel the golden age.

Ha-ha. God save his majesty!

Long live Gonzalo!

And, do you mark me, sir?

Prithee, no more.
Thou dost talk nothing to me.

I do well believe your majesty,

and did it to minister occasion
to these gentlemen,

who are of such sensible
and nimble lungs

that they always use to laugh
at nothing.

'Twas you we laughed at.

Who in this kind of merry fooling
am nothing to you,

so you may continue
and laugh at nothing still.

- Ooh.
- What a blow was there given!

Nay, good my lord, be not angry.

No, no. I warrant you.

I would not adventure
my discretion so weakly.

Will you laugh me asleep,
I am very heavy?

Ah.

Go sleep, and hear us.

What? So soon asleep.

I wish mine eyes would, with themselves,
shut up my thoughts.

Oh. I find they are inclined to do so.

Do not omit the heavy offer of it.

It seldom visits sorrow.
When it doth, it is a comforter.

We two, my lord, will guard your person
while you take your rest,

and watch your safety.

Thank you. Wondrous heavy.

What a strange drowsiness
possesses them.

'Tis the quality o' the climate.

Why doth it not then our eyelids sink?

I find not myself disposed to sleep.

Nor I. My spirits are nimble.

They fell together as by consent.

They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke.

What might, worthy Sebastian?

O, what might?

No more.

And yet methinks I see it in thy face
what thou shouldst be:

The occasion speaks thee,

and my strong imagination
sees a crown dropping upon thy head.

What? Art thou waking?

Do you not hear me speak?

I do. And surely 'tis a sleepy language
and thou speak'st out of thy sleep.

Heh.

What is it thou didst say?

This is a strange repose,
to be asleep with eyes wide open.

Standing, speaking, moving,
and yet so fast asleep.

Noble Sebastian,
thou let'st thy fortune sleep.

Die, rather.

Wink'st whiles thou art waking.

Thou dost snore, distinctly.

There's meaning in thy snores.

I am more serious than my custom.

You must be so too, if heed me,
which to do trebles thee o'er.

Well...

...I am standing water.

I'll teach you how to flow.

Do so.
To ebb hereditary sloth instructs me.

Thus, sir:

Although this lord hath here
almost persuaded the king his son's alive,

'tis as impossible that he's undrown'd
as he that sleeps here swims.

I have no hope that he's undrown'd.

O, out of that "no hope"
what great hope have you!

No hope that way is another way
so high a hope

that even ambition cannot pierce
a wink beyond, but doubt discovery there.

Will you grant with me
that Ferdinand is drowned?

He's gone.

Then, tell me,
who's the next heir of Naples?

- Claribel.
- She that is queen of Tunis?

She that dwells ten leagues
beyond man's life?

She that from whom
we all were sea-swallow'd,

though some cast again,

and by that destiny to perform an act
whereof what's past is prologue,

what to come
in yours and my discharge.

What stuff is this! How say you?

Say this were death
that now hath seized them.

Why, they were no worse
than now they are.

There be that can rule Naples
as well as he that sleeps.

O, that you bore the mind that I do!

What a sleep were this
for your advancement.

- Do you understand me?
- Methinks I do.

And how does your content
tender your own good fortune?

I remember
you did supplant your sister Prospera.

True. And look how well
my garments sit upon me.

My sister's servants were then my fellows,
now they are my men.

- But, for your conscience?
- Ay, sir, where lies that?

Twenty consciences that stand
'twixt me and Milan,

candied be they and melt
ere they molest!

Here lies your brother,
no better than the earth he lies upon.

If he were that which now he's like,
that's dead,

whom I, with this obedient steel,
three inches of it, can lay to bed forever,

whiles you, doing thus,
to this ancient morsel,

this Sir Prudence,
who should not upbraid our course.

Thy case, dear friend,
shall be my precedent.

As thou got'st Milan,
I'll come by Naples.

Draw thy sword.

One stroke shall free thee from
the tribute which thou payest, and I

the king, shall love thee.

We'll draw together,

and when I rear my hand,
do you the like,

to fall it on Gonzalo.

While you here do snoring lie

Open-eyed conspiracy

His time doth take

If of life you keep a care

Shake off slumber, and beware

Awake, awake!

- Good angels preserve the king.
- Why, how now?

Why are you drawn?
Wherefore this ghastly looking?

What's the matter?

Whiles we stood here
securing your repose,

even now, we heard a hollow burst
of bellowing like bulls, or rather lions.

Did't not wake you?
It struck mine ear most terribly.

I heard nothing.

O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear,
to make an earthquake!

Heard you this, Gonzalo?

Upon mine honor, sir,
I heard a humming which did awake me.

As mine eyes open'd,
I saw their weapons drawn.

'Tis best we stand upon our guard,
or that we quit this place.

Let's draw our weapons.

Lead off this ground.
Let's make further search for my poor son.

Lead away.

Now Prospera shall know
what I have done.

So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.

You're blind drunk.

Tell not me.

When the butt is out, we will drink water,
not a drop before.

Therefore bear up, and board 'em.
Servant-monster, drink to me.

Servant-monster!
The folly of this island!

They say there is but five upon this isle.

We are three of them.

If the other two be brained like us,
the state totters.

Mooncalf, speak once in thy life,
if thou beest a good mooncalf.

How does thy honor?

Let me lick thy shoe.
I'll not serve him. He's not valiant.

Thou liest, most ignorant monster!

Why, thou deboshed fish thou.

Will thou tell a monstrous lie,
being but half a fish and half a monster?

Lo, how he mocks me!
Wilt thou let him, my lord?

"Lord" quoth he!
That a monster should be such a natural!

Lo, lo, again!
Bite him to death, I prithee.

Trinculo,
keep a good tongue in your head.

If you prove a mutineer, the next tree!

The poor monster's my subject
and he shall not suffer indignity.

I thank my noble lord.

Wilt thou be pleased to hearken
once again to the suit I made to thee?

Marry, will I. Kneel and repeat it.

I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.

As I told thee before,

I am subject to a tyrant, a sorceress,

that by her cunning
hath cheated me of the island.

Thou liest.

Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou.

I do not lie.

Trinculo, if you trouble him
any more in his tale,

by this hand,
I will supplant some of your teeth.

Why? I said nothing.

Mum, then, and no more.

Proceed.

I say, by sorcery she got this isle.

From me she got it.

If thy greatness will revenge it on her,

thou shall be lord of it
and I'll serve thee.

How now shall this be compassed?
Canst thou bring me to the party?

Yea, yea, my lord.

I'll yield her thee asleep,

where thou mayst knock a nail
into her head.

Thou liest. Thou canst not.

What a pied ninny's this!
Thou scurvy patch!

I do beseech thy greatness,

give him blows
and take his bottle from him.

Why? What did I? I did nothing.

I'll go farther off.

- Didst thou not just say he lied?
- Thou liest.

- Do I so? Take thou that.
- Ah!

As you like this,
give me the lie another time.

What? Why? I did not give the lie.

Out of thy wits and bearing too?

A pox on your bottle
and the devil take your fingers!

Heh. Now...

...forward with your tale.

I prithee, stand farther off.

Come, proceed.

Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with
her, in the late afternoon to sleep.

There thou mayst brain her,
having first seized her books.

Or with a log batter her skull,

or paunch her with a stake,
or cut her wezand with a knife.

Oh.

But remember first
to possess her books,

for without them she's but a sot,
as I am,

nor hath not one spirit to command.

They all do hate her as rootedly as I.

Burn but her books.

And that most deeply to consider

is the beauty of her daughter.

Of women I've seen
but these and Sycorax, my dam,

but she as far surpasseth Sycorax
as greatest does least.

Is it so brave a lass?

Ay, lord.

She will become thy bed, I warrant.

And bring thee forth brave brood.

Monster, I will kill this witch.

And her daughter and I
will be king and queen.

And Trinculo and thyself
shall be viceroys.

Dost thou like this plot, Trinculo?

Excellent.

Give me thy hand.

Oh. I'm sorry I beat thee.

Within this half hour will she be asleep.
Wilst thou destroy her then?

Ay, on mine honor.

This will I tell my master.

Thou mak'st me merry.
I am full of pleasure!

Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.

Flout 'em and scout 'em

Scout 'em and flout 'em
Thought is free

Grog 'em and flog 'em
Flog 'em and grog 'em

Thought is free

Nab 'em and stab 'em
Stab 'em and nab 'em

Thought is free

Bang 'em and hang 'em
Hang 'em and bang 'em

Thought is free

Flay 'em and slay 'em
Slay 'em and flay 'em

Thought is free

What is this same?

If thou beest a man, show thyself!

O, forgive me my sins!

O, mercy upon us!

Art thou afeard?

No, monster, not I.

Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises.

Sounds and sweet airs
that give delight and hurt not.

Sometimes a thousand twangling
instruments will hum about mine ears,

and sometime voices that,
if I then had waked after long sleep,

will make me sleep again.

And then, in dreaming,
the clouds methought would open

and show riches ready to drop upon me
that, when I waked...

...I cried to dream again.

This will prove a brave kingdom to me,
where I shall have my music for nothing.

When Prospera is destroyed.

By'r lakin...

...I can go no further, sir.
I needs must rest me.

Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
who am myself attach'd with weariness.

Sit down and rest.

He is drowned whom thus
we stray to find,

and the sea mocks
our frustrate search on land.

Oh, well, let him go.

I am right glad that he's so out of hope.

The next advantage
will we take thoroughly.

Let it be tonight.

What harmony is this,
my good friends? Hark!

Marvelous sweet music!

Give us kind keepers, heavens!

A living drollery.
Now I will believe that there are unicorns!

If in Naples I should report this now,
would they believe me?

We have stomachs.

Will't please you taste of what is here?

Faith, sir, you need not fear.

I will stand to and feed,
although my last.

No matter, since I feel the best is past.

You are three men of sin,

whom Destiny hath caused
to belch up you.

And on this island
where man doth not inhabit,

you 'mongst men
being most unfit to live.

I have made you mad.

You fools!

I and my fellows are ministers of Fate.

The elements,
of whom your swords are temper'd,

may as well wound the loud winds
as diminish one dowl that's in my plume.

But remember...

For that's my business to you.

- That you three from Milan
did supplant good Prospera,

her and her innocent child,

for which foul deed the powers,
delaying, not forgetting,

have incensed the seas and shores,

yea, all the creatures,
against your peace.

Thee of thy son, Alonso,
they have bereft and do pronounce by me:

Lingering perdition shall step by step
attend you and your ways.

Bravely the figure of this harpy

hast thou perform'd, my Ariel.

My high charms work,

and these mine enemies
are all knit up in their distractions.

They now are in my power.

In the name of something holy, sir,
why stand you in this strange stare?

O, it is monstrous, monstrous.

Methought the billows spoke
and told me of it.

The winds did sing it to me,

and the thunder,
that deep and dreadful organ-pipe,

pronounced the name of Prospera.

It did bass my trespass.

Therefore my son
in the ooze is bedded,

and I'll seek him deeper
than e'er plummet sounded

and with him there lie mudded.

But one fiend at a time,
I'll fight their legions o'er.

I'll be thy second.

All three of them are desperate.

Their great guilt, like poison
given to work a great time after,

now 'gins to bite the spirits.

I shall follow them swiftly
and hinder them

from what this ecstasy
may now provoke them to.

If I have too austerely punish'd you,

your compensation makes amends,

for I have given you here
a third of mine own life,

or that for which I live.

All thy vexations
were but my trials of thy love

and thou hast strangely stood the test.

O Ferdinand, do not smile at me
that I boast of her,

for thou shalt find
she will outstrip all praise

and make it halt behind her.

I do believe it against an oracle.

Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition
worthily purchased...

...take my daughter.

But if thou dost break her virgin-knot
before all sanctimonious ceremonies,

no sweet aspersion shall the heavens
let fall to make this contract grow.

As I hope for quiet days,
fair issue and long life,

the strongest temptation
shall never melt mine honor into lust.

Fairly spoke.

Sit then and talk with her.
She is thine own.

Monster, your fairy,
which you say is a harmless fairy,

has done little better
than played the Jack with us.

Monster, I do smell all horse piss,
at which my nose is in great indignation.

So is mine. Do you hear, monster?

Good my lord, give me thy favor still.

Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool!

There is not only disgrace and dishonor
in that, monster, but an infinite loss.

That's more to me than my wetting.

Yet all this is your harmless fairy,
monster.

What, Ariel!

My industrious servant!

- Ariel!
- What would my potent master?

- Here I am.
- Go.

Bring the rabble o'er whom
I give thee power here to this place.

Incite them to quick motion,

for I must bestow upon the eyes
of this young couple

some vanity of mine art.

It is my promise,
and they expect it from me.

- Presently?
- Ay, with a twink.

Before you can say "come" and "go."

Do you love me, master?

No?

Dearly, my delicate Ariel.

O mistress mine

Where are you roaming?

O, stay and hear

Your true love's coming

That can sing both high and low

Trip no further, pretty sweeting

Journeys end in lovers meeting

Every wise man's son doth know

What is love? 'Tis not hereafter

Present mirth hath present laughter

What's to come is still unsure

In delay there lies no plenty

Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty

Youth's a stuff will not endure

Will not endure

Look thou be true.
Do not give dalliance too much the rein.

The strongest oaths are straw
to the fire I' the blood.

I warrant you, madam,

the white cold virgin snow upon my heart
abates the ardor of my liver.

Well.

No tongue! All eyes! Be silent.

I had forgot that foul conspiracy
of the beast Caliban

and his confederates against my life.

Avoid! No more!

No more!

This is strange.

Your mother's in some passion
that works her strongly.

Never till this day saw I her touch'd
with anger so distemper'd.

You do look, my son, in a movèd sort,
as if you were dismay'd.

Be cheerful, sir.

Our revels now are ended.

These our actors, as I foretold you,
were all spirits

and are melted into air, into thin air.

And, like the baseless fabric
of this vision,

the cloud-capp'd towers,
the gorgeous palaces,

the solemn temples,

the great globe itself, yea,
and all which it inherit, shall dissolve

and, like this
insubstantial pageant faded,

leave not a rack behind.

We are such stuff
as dreams are made on,

and our little life is rounded
with a sleep.

Sir, I... I am vex'd.

If you be pleased, retire into my cell
and there repose.

A turn or two I'll walk,
to still my beating mind.

- We wish your peace.
- We wish your peace.

Come with a thought.

I thank thee, Ariel. Come.

What's thy pleasure?

Spirit, we must prepare
to meet with Caliban.

Ay, my commander.

Say again,
where didst thou leave these varlets?

I told you, ma'am.
They were red-hot with drinking.

I left them I' the filthy-mantled pool
beyond your cell,

there dancing up to the chins,
that the foul lake outstunk their feet.

This was well done, my bird.

The trumpery in my house, go put it out,
for stale to catch these thieves.

I go, I go.

A devil, born devil,

on whose nature
nurture can never stick,

on whom my pains, humanely taken,
all, all lost, quite lost!

I will plague them all, even to roaring!

Shh!

Pray you, tread softly.
We now are near her cell.

- Um... No, no, no, no.
- Prithee, be quiet.

Seest thou here,
this is the mouth o' the cell.

Give me thy hand.
I begin to have bloody thoughts.

- Hey!
- Shh.

O King Stephano!
O worthy Stephano!

Look at what a wardrobe
is here for thee!

Let it alone, thou fool! It is but trash!

O, ho, monster!
We know what belongs to a frippery.

O King Stephano!

Put off that gown.
By this hand, I'll have that gown.

Thy grace shall have it.

Oh!

I look a dream, don't I?
How could it be real?

Oh! Yeah!

Looking for business, guv'nor?

Ooh.

What do you mean to dote thus
on such luggage?

Let's alone and do the murder first.

Be you quiet, monster.

Mistress line, is not this my jerkin?

Do, do. We steal by line and level,
an't like your grace.

I thank thee for the jest.
Here's a garment for it.

Wit shall not go unrewarded
while I am king of this country.

Monster! Come put some lime
on your fingers, and away with the rest.

I will have none on't.

We shall lose our time,
and all be turn'd to barnacles.

Monster, lay on your fingers,
or I'll turn thee from my kingdom.

Go to. Carry this.

- And this.
- Ay, and this.

Hey, Mountain, hey!

Silver!

Fury, Fury! There, Tyrant, there!

Hark! They roar!

Shit!

Let them be hunted soundly!

At this hour lie at my mercy
all mine enemies.

Now does my project gather to a head.

Shortly shall all my labors end,

and thou shalt have the air at freedom.

Say, my spirit,
how fares the king and's followers?

Just as you left them.
All prisoners, ma'am.

The king, his brother and yours,
abide all three distracted.

But chiefly him that you term'd, ma'am,
"The good old lord Gonzalo,"

his tears run down his beard,
like winter's drops from eaves of reeds.

Your charm so strongly works 'em

that if you now beheld them,

your affections would become tender.

Dost thou think so, spirit?

Mine would, master,

were I human.

And mine shall.

Hast thou, which art but air, a touch,
a feeling of their afflictions,

and shall not myself, one of their kind,

be kindlier moved than thou art?

Though with their high wrongs
I am struck to the quick...

...yet with my nobler reason
'gainst my fury do I take part.

The rarer action is in virtue
than in vengeance.

They being penitent,

the sole drift of my purpose
doth extend not a frown further.

Go release them, Ariel.

My charms I'll break,

their senses I'll restore,
and they shall be themselves.

I'll fetch them, ma'am.

Ye elves of hills, brooks,
standing lakes and groves,

and ye that on the sands
with printless foot

do chase the ebbing Neptune
and then 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.

There stand, for you are spell-stopp'd.

O good Gonzalo, my true preserver,
and a loyal sir to him you followest,

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 are pinch'd for it now, Sebastian.

Flesh and blood,

you, brother mine,
that entertain'd ambition,

expell'd remorseful nature,

who, with Sebastian,
would here have killed your king,

I do forgive thee,
unnatural though thou art.

Their understanding begins to swell.

Ariel, fetch me the skirt and bodice
from my cell.

I will discase me, and myself present
as I was sometime Milan.

Quickly, spirit!
Thou shalt ere long be free.

O, I shall miss thee Ariel,

but yet thou shalt have freedom.

So.

So.

So.

Behold the wrongèd Duchess of Milan,
Prospera.

I bid a hearty welcome.

Whether thou beest she or no,

or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
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, and if this be at all,
a most strange story.

Thy dukedom I resign and do entreat thou
pardon me my wrongs.

But how should Prospera be living
and be here?

First, noble friend,

- let me embrace thine age,
- Oh.

Whose honor cannot
be measured or confined.

Whether this be or be not,
I'll not swear.

Welcome, my friends all!

But you, my brace of lords,

were I so minded, I could here
pluck down his highness' frown upon you

and justify you traitors.

At this time I will tell no tales.

- The devil speaks in her.
- No.

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 beest Prospera,
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
my dear son Ferdinand.

I am woe for it, sir.

For I have lost my daughter.

Daughter?
When did you lose your daughter?

In this last tempest.

But, howsoe'er you have
been justled from your senses,

know for certain that I am Prospera.

Welcome, sir.

This cell's my court.

I pray you, look in.

Sweet lord, you play me false.

No, my dearest love,
I would not for the world.

Yes, for a score of kingdoms
you should wrangle,

and I would call it fair play.

If this prove a vision of the island,
one dear son shall I twice lose.

Though the seas threaten,
they are merciful.

I have cursed them without cause.

Now all the blessings of a glad father
compass thee about!

Arise, and say how thou camest here.

O, wonder!

How many goodly creatures
are there here.

How beauteous mankind is!

O brave new world,
that has such people in't!

'Tis new to thee.

What is this maid
with whom thou wast at play?

Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
and brought us thus together?

Sir, she is mortal.

But by immortal Providence she's mine.

I chose her when I could not ask my father
for his advice, nor thought I had one.

Give me your hands.

Be it so! Amen!

Was't well done?

Bravely, my diligence.

Set Caliban and his confederates free.

Untie the spell.

Every man shift for all the rest!

Coragio, bully-monster, coragio!

I do so merrily. What?

If these be true spies
which I wear in me head,

then here's a goodly sight.

O Setebos,
these be brave spirits indeed!

How fine my master is!

- I am afraid she will chastise me.
- Ha-ha.

What things are these, my lord Antonio?
Will money buy 'em?

Very like. One of them is a plain fish,
and, no doubt, marketable.

These three have robb'd me,
and have plotted together to take my life.

Two of these fellows
you must know and own.

This thing of darkness
I acknowledge mine.

I shall be pinch'd to death.

Is not this Stephano,
my drunken butler?

And Trinculo is reeling ripe.
How camest thou in this pickle?

I have been in such a pickle
since I saw you last that, I fear me,

it will never out me bones. Right?

- Why, how now, Stephano!
- Oh.

Touch me not.
I am not Stephano, but a cramp.

- And you'd be king o' the isle, sirrah?
- I should have been a sore one then.

This is a strange thing
as e'er I look'd on.

What a thrice-double ass was I,

to take this drunkard for god
and worship this dull fool!

Go to. Away!

Hence, and bestow your luggage
where you found it.

Or stole it, rather.

Sir, I invite your highness
and your train to my poor cell

where you shall take your rest
for this one night,

and in the morn I'll bring you to your ship
and so to Naples,

where I have hope to see the nuptials
of these our dear-beloved solemnized.

And thence retire me to my Milan,

where every third thought

shall be my grave.

My Ariel, chick,

that is thy charge:

Then to the elements be free.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I

In a cowslip's bell I lie

There I couch when owls do cry

On a bat's back I do fly

After summer, after summer merrily

Merrily, merrily shall I live now

Under the blossom
That hangs on the bough

Now my charms are all o'erthrown

And what strength I have's mine own

Which is most faint

O, release me from my bands

With the help of your good hands

Gentle breath

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

Pierces so that it assaults

Mercy itself and frees all faults

As you from crimes would pardon'd be

Let your indulgence

Let your indulgence

Set me free

Now I want

Spirits to enforce

Art to enchant

And my ending is despair

Unless I be relieved by prayer

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

Pierces so that it assaults

Mercy itself and frees all faults

As you from crimes

Would pardon'd be

Let your indulgence

Let your indulgence

Set me free