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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

l pray now, keep below

Where is the master, bos'n?

Do you not hear him!?

You mar our labour, keep your cabins

you do assist the storm

Nay, good, be patient

When the sea is

Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard

None that l more love than myself

Silence, trouble us not!

Out of our way, l 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!

Hell is empty and all the devils here!

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

allay them...

O, l have suffered with those that l 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

l 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 l am

nor that l 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 l should inform thee farther

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

l 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?

l do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not out three years old

Certainly, ma'am, l 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 l 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 coiled powers contained within some elements to harm, or heal

l 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 awaking the ambitions of my brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio

- Thou attendst not... - Good Madam, l do!

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

He whom l 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 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 wi' 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 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 honours upon my brother

whereon, one midnight

did Antonio open the gates of Milan

and, i' 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

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

where they prepared a rotten carcass of a boat

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

the very rats instinctively had quit it

there they hoist us to cry to the sea that roar'd to us

to sigh to the winds whose pity sighing back again, did us but loving wrong

Alack, what trouble was l then to you!

O, a cherubim thou wast that did preserve me!

Thou didst smile lnfused 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 l loved my books

he furnish'd me from mine own library with volumes

that l prize above my dukedom

Would l might but ever see that man!

l 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 dulness, and give it way

l know thou canst not choose

Come away, servant, come

l am ready now Approach, my Ariel, come

All hail, great master! Grave dame, hail!

l come to answer thy best pleasure

be't to fly, to swim, to dive into the fire

to ride on the curl'd clouds

to thy strong bidding task Ariel and all his quality

Hast thou, spirit, perform'd, to point, the tempest that l bade thee?

To every article l boarded the King's ship

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

l flamed amazement; sometime l'd divide and burn in many places

the fire and cracks of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune

seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble

yea, his dread trident shake

Hi ho!

My brave spirit!

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil would 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 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 l have dispersed them 'bout the isle

The King's son have l landed by himself

whom l 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 harbour is the King's ship in the deep nook, there she's hid

the mariners all under hatches stow'd, who, with a charm, l have left asleep

Ariel, thy charge exactly is perform'd

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

- Past the mid season - At least two glasses

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

ls 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!

l prithee, remember l have done thee worthy service

thou didst promise to bate me a full year

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

- No - Thou dost

- l 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?

l 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 ls 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, wast then her servant

And, 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 knows what a torment l did found thee

thy groans did make wolves howl

and penetrate the breasts of ever angry bears

lt was mine art, when l arrived and heard thee

that made gape the pine, and let thee out

l thank thee, master

lf thou more murmur'st l will rend an oak

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

Pardon, master

l will be correspondent to the command

- and do my spiriting gently - Do so

and after two days l will discharge thee

That's my noble master!

What shall l do? Say what? What shall l 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, l 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, l say!

l must eat my dinner

There's other business for thee. Come, thou tortoise! When?

Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself upon thy wicked dam

Come forth!

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, to-night 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 strok'st me and madest much of me

wouldst give me water with berries in't

and teach me how to name the bigger light

and how the less, that burn by day and night

And then l loved thee and show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle

the fresh springs, brine-pits barren place and fertile

Cursed be l that did so!

All the charms of Sycorax toads, beetles, bats, light on you!

For l 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' th' island

Thou most lying slave, whom stripes may move, not kindness!

l have used thee, with humane care, lodged thee in mine own cell

till thou didst seek to violate the honour of my child

Would't had been done!

Thou didst prevent me: l had peopled else this isle with Calibans

Abhorred slave

which any print of goodness wilt not take

l pitied thee

took pains to make thee speak

You taught me language, and my profit on't is, l know how to curse

The red plague rid you for learning me your language!

Hagseed, hence!

Fetch us in fuel. Shrug'st thou, malice?

lf thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly what l command, l'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

l 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 watchdogs bark!

Hark, hark! The watchdogs bark!

Where should this music be?

l' th' air or th' earth?

lt sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon some god o' th' island

Thence l 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 ballard does remember my drown'd father

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

l 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

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

lt goes on, l see, as my soul prompts it

Oh spirit, fine spirit! l'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 l may bear me here

My prime request, which l do last pronounce, is

O you wonder!

lf you be maid or no?

No wonder, sir, but certainly a maid

My language! Heavens!

l am the best of them that speak this speech

were l but where 'tis spoken

How? The best?

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

A single thing, as l am now, that wonders to hear thee speak of Naples

He does hear me and that he does l 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 the first sight they have changed eyes

Delicate Ariel, l'll set thee free for this

A word, good sir

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

Why speaks my mother so ungently?

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

They are both in either's powers

but this swift business l must uneasy make

lest too light winning make the prize light

One word more

l charge thee that thou attend me

Thou dost here usurp the name thou ow'st not

and hast put thyself upon this island as a spy

to win it from me, the sovereign on't

No, as l 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! l'll manacle thy neck and feet together

sea-water shalt thou drink. Follow!

No. l will resist such entertainment till mine enemy has more pow'r

O dear mother, make not too rash a trial of him, for he's gentle and not fearful

What, l say, my foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor

For l can here disarm thee with this stick and make thy weapon drop

- Beseech you, mother - Hence! Hang not on my garments

Ma'am, have pity. l'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 th' most of men this is a Caliban and they to him are angels

My affections are then most humble l have no ambition to see a goodlier man

Come on, obey!

Thy nerves are in their infancy again and have no vigour in them

So they are

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up

My father's loss, the weakness which l feel

the wreck of all my friends, nor this dame's threats, to whom l am subdued

are but light to me

might l but through my prison once a day behold this maid

All corners else o' the earth let liberty make use of

Space enough have l in such a prison

lt 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 th' 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, l 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

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

You have taken it wiselier than l meant you should

Therefore, my lord...

Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!

- l prithee, spare - Well...

l have done

- But yet... - He will be talking!

Though this island seem to be desert

- Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible - Yet...

- Yet - He could not miss't

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

ln 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 l had never married my daughter there! For, coming thence, my son is lost

and, in my rate, she too

who is so far from ltaly removed l ne'er again shall see her

O thou mine heir of Naples and of Milan

what strange fish hath made his meal on thee

Sir, he may live

l saw him beat the surges under him, and ride upon their backs

- l 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, l fear, for ever The fault's your own

So is the dear'st o' the loss

My lord Sebastian, the truth you speak doth lack some gentlenes

You rub the sore, when you should bring the plaster

- Very well - And most like a surgeon

lt 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 inchmeal a disease!

Her spirits hear me

And yet l 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 l all wound...

with adders who with cloven tongues do hiss me into madness!

Lo! Here comes a spirit of hers

and to torment me for bringing wood in slowly

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

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

and another storm brewing

l hear it sing i' the wind

Yond same black cloud, yond huge one

looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor

lf it should thunder as it did before

l know not where to hide my head

Yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls

What have we here?

A man or a fish?

Dead or alive?

A fish! He smells like a fish

a very ancient fishlike smell

A strange fish!

Were l in England now, as once l 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

When they will not give a penny to relieve a lame beggar

they will lay out ten to see a dead lndian

Legged...

like a man...

and his fins like arms!

Warm o' my troth!

l 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 hereabouts

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows

Do not torment me! O!

The master, the swabber, the boatswain and l

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 savour of tar nor of pitch

yet...

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 mans funeral

Well, here's my comfort

What's the matter?

Have we devils here?

Do you put tricks upon's with savages and men of lnde, ha?

l have not scaped drowning to be afeard now of your four legs

The spirit torments me. O!

This is some monster of the isle with four legs

who hath got, as l take it, an ague

Where the devil should he learn our language?

l will give him some relief if it be but for that

lf l can recover him, and keep him tame and get to Naples with him

he's a present for any emperor

Do not torment me, prithee l'll bring my wood home faster

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

He shall taste of my bottle Come on your ways

Open your mouth. This will shake your shaking l can tell you, and that soundly

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

l should know that voice! lt should be... but he is drowned: and these are devils

O, defend me

Four legs and two voices a most delicate monster!

Come

Amen! l will pour some in thy other mouth

Stephano!

Doth thy other mouth call me?

Mercy, mercy! This is a devil, and no monster l will leave him

Stephano! lf thou beest Stephano, touch me and speak to me

be not afeard, for l am Trinculo, thy good friend Trinculo

lf thou beest Trinculo, come forth

l'll pull thee by the lesser legs

lf 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?

l took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke

But art thou not drowned, Stephano?

l hid me under the dead moon-calfs 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

l will kneel to him

How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither?

Swear by this bottle how thou cam'st hither

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

l'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 l can swim like a duck, l'll be sworn

Here, kiss the book

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 o' th' moon, l do assure thee

l was the Man i' the Moon when time was

l have seen thee in her

and l do adore thee

Come, swear to that

Kiss the book. Swear

By this good light, this is a very shallow monster!

l afeard of him? A very weak monster!

The Man i' the Moon! A most poor credulous monster!

l'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island

And l will kiss thy foot

l prithee, be my god

Come on then Down, and swear!

l shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster

A most scurvy monster!

l could find in my heart to beat him

- But that the poor monster's in drink - Come, kiss

l'll show thee the best springs

l'll pluck thee berries

l'll fish for thee and get thee wood enough

A plague upon the tyrant that l serve! l'll bear her no more sticks

but follow thee thou wondrous man

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

l prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow

and l with my long nails will dig thee pignuts

show thee a jay's nest

and instruct thee how to snare the nimble marmoset

l'll bring thee to clust'ring filberts

and sometimes l'll get thee young scamels from the rock

Wilt thou go with me?

l 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 l'll make for fish

nor fetch in firing at requiring

nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish

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

has a new master

Get a new man!

Freedom, high day! High day, freedom!

Freedom, high day, high day freedom!

O brave monster! Lead the way

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

but the mistress which l serve quickens what's dead

and makes my labours... pleasures

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

and she's composed of harshness!

l 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

l forget: but these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours

most busiest, when l do work

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

l 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 l shall discharge what l must strive to do

lf you'll sit down, l'll bear your logs the while

Pray, give me that: l'll carry it to the pile

No, precious creature, l had rather crack my sinews, break my back

than you should such dishonour undergo, while l sit lazy by

lt would become me as well as it does you

and l 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

l do beseech you, what is your name?

Miranda. O my mother, l have broke your hest to say so!

Admired Miranda!

lndeed the top of admiration! Worth what's dearest to the world!

Poor worm, thou art infected! This visitation shows it

Full many a lady l have eyed with best regard

and many a time the harmony of their tongues hath into bondage brought

my too diligent ear

For several virtues have l 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!

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

save from my glass, mine own nor have l seen

more that l may call men than you, good friend

how features are abroad, l am skilless of: but, by my modesty

l would not wish any companion in the world but you

nor can imagination form a shape, besides yourself, to like of

But l prattle something too wildly and my mother's precepts

l therein do forget

l am in my condition a prince, Miranda

l do think, a king l would, not so

Hear my soul speak!

The very instant that l saw you, did my heart fly to your service

there resides, to make me slave to it

and for your sake am l this patient log-man

Do you love me?

O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound

l beyond all limit of what else i' th' world

Do love, prize, honour you

l am a fool

To weep at what l am glad of

Wherefore weep you?

At mine unworthiness which dare not offer

what l desire to give and much less take what l 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!

l am your wife, if you will marry me

lf not, l'll die your maid

To be your fellow you may deny me

but l'll be your servant whether you will or no

My mistress, dearest And l 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

and now farewell

Till half an hour hence

A thousand thousand!

Had l plantation of this isle, my lord and were the king on't

what would l 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 common wealth forgets the beginning

Nature...

Nature, without sweat or endeavour 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

l would with such perfection govern, sir, t'excel the Golden Age

- God save his majesty! - Long live Gonzalo!

And, do you mark me, sir?

Prithee, no more Thou dost talk nothing to me

l 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

What a blow was there given!

Nay, good my lord, be not angry

No, l warrant you: l will not adventure my discretion so weakly

Will you laugh me asleep?

l am very heavy

Go sleep, and hear us

What, so soon asleep?

l wish mine eyes would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts

l find they are inclined to do so

Do not omit the heavy offer of it

lt 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!

lt is the quality o' th' climate

Why doth it not then our eyelids sink?

- l find not myself disposed to sleep - Nor l 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 l see it in thy face, what thou shouldst be

Th' occasion speaks thee

and my strong imagination sees a crown dropping upon thy head

What? Art thou waking?

Do you not hear me speak?

l do, and surely it is a sleepy language and thou speak'st out of thy sleep

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

l am more serious than my custom

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

Well, l am standing water

l'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

l 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 drown'd?

- 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 l do!

What a sleep were this for your advancement! Do you understand me?

Methinks l do

And how does your content tender your own good fortune?

l 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

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

Whom l, 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, l'll come by Naples

Draw thy sword. One stroke shall free thee from the tribute which thou payest

and l the King shall love thee

Draw together, and when l 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

lf of life you keep a care

shake off slumber and beware

Awake! awake!

Good angels preserve the King

Why?

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? lt struck mine ear most terribly

- l heard nothing - O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear

to make an earthquake!

Heard you this, Gonzalo?

Upon mine honour, sir, l heard a humming, which did awake me

As mine eyes open'd, l 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

and let's make further search for my poor son

Lead away

Now Prospera shall know what l 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's but five upon this isle; we are three of them

lf th' other two be brained like us, the state totters

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

How does thy honour?

Let me lick thy shoe l'll not serve him

he's not valiant

Thou liest, most ignorant monster

Why, thou deboshed fish thou

Wilt 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, l prithee

Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head

lf you prove a mutineer... the next tree!

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

l thank my noble lord

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

Marry, will l. Kneel and repeat it

l will stand, and so shall Trinculo

As l told thee before

l 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

l do not lie

Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale by this hand

l will supplant some of your teeth

Why, l said nothing

Mum, then, and no more

Proceed

l say, by sorcery she got this isle

from me she got it

lf thy greatness will revenge it on her

thou shalt be lord of it and l'll serve thee

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

Yea, yea, my lord!

l'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!

l do beseech thy greatness, give him blows and take his bottle from him

Why, what did l? l did nothing l'll go farther off

Didst thou not just say he lied?

Thou liest

Do l so? Take thou that. As you like this, give me the lie another time

Why? l did not give the lie

Out o' your wits and bearing too? A pox o' your bottle!

And the devil take your fingers!

Now...

forward with your tale

- Prithee - Stand farther off

Come, proceed

Why, as l told thee, 'tis a custom with her, l' th'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 thy knife

But remember first to possess her books

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

nor hath not one spirit to command

they all do hate her as rootedly as l

Burn but her books

And that most deeply to consider

is the beauty of her daughter

Of women l've seen but these and Sycorax my dam

But she as far surpasseth Sycorax

as great'st does least

ls it so brave a lass?

Ay, lord

she will become thy bed, l warrant

And bring thee forth brave brood

Monster, l will kill this witch

her daughter and l will be King and Queen

and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys

Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo?

Excellent

Give me thy hand

l am sorry l beat thee

Within this half hour will she be asleep

Wilt thou destroy her then?

Ay, on mine honour

This will l tell my master

Thou makest me merry l am full of pleasure

Come on, Trinculo, let us sing

Flout 'em and scout 'em and scout 'em and flout 'em

Thought is free! Grog 'em then flog 'em and flog 'em and grog 'em

Thought is free

Nab 'em and stab 'em, stab 'em and nab 'em

Thought is free

Bag 'em and hang 'em, hang 'em and bag 'em

Thought is free

Play 'em and flay 'em, flay 'em and play 'em. Thought is free

What is this same?

lf thou beest a man, show thyself

O, forgive me my sins!

Mercy upon us!

Art thou afeard?

No, monster, not l

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 l 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 l waked

l cried to dream again

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

When Prospera is destroyed

By'r Lakin

l can go no further, sir l needs must rest me

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

Sit down, and rest

He is drown'd whom thus we stray to find

and the sea mocks our frustrate search on land

Well, let him go

l 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!

Marvellous sweet music!

Give us kind keepers, heavens!

A living drollery

Now l will believe that there are unicorns

lf in Naples, l 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

l will stand to and feed although my last, no matter

since l 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

l have made you mad

You fools! l 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 dowle 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 pow'r

l' 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 i' th' ooze is bedded

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

and with him there lie mudded

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

l'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

l shall follow them swiftly and hinder them

from what this ecstasy may now provoke them to

lf l have too austerely punish'd you, your compensation makes amends

for l have given you here a third of mine own life

or that for which l 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 l boast of her

for thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise and make it halt behind her

l do believe it against an oracle

Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition worthily purchased

take my daughter

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

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

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

the strongest temptation shall never melt mine honour 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, l 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 favour still

Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool

There is not only disgrace and dishonour 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 l am

Go bring the rabble, o'er whom l give thee pow'r, here to this place

lncite them to quick motion

for l 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 ?

Oh stay and hear! Your true love's coming

that can sing both high and low

trip no further, pretty sweeting, journey's end in lover's 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' th' blood

l warrant you madam

The white cold virgin snow upon my heart abates the ardour of my liver

Well...

No tongue! All eyes! Be silent

l 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 l her touch'd with anger so distemper'd

You do look, my son, in a moved sort, as if you were dismay'd be cheerful, sir

Our revels now are ended

These our actors, as l 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, 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, l am vex'd

lf you be pleased, retire into my cell and there repose

a turn or two l'll walk, to still my beating mind

We wish your peace

Come with a thought!

l 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?

l told you, ma'am, they were red-hot with drinking

l left them l' 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

l go, l go

A devil, a born devil

on whose nature nurture can never stick

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

l will plague them all, even to roaring

Pray you, tread softly We now are near her cell

O no

Prithee, be quiet. Seest thou here? This is the mouth o' the cell

Give me thy hand. l do begin to have bloody thoughts

O King Stephano! O worthy Stephano!

Look what a wardrobe here is for thee!

Let it alone, thou fool! lt is but trash

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

O king Stephano!

Put off that gown, Trinculo! By this hand, l'll have that gown

Thy Grace shall have it

l look a dream, don't l

How can it be real

Look at the business, Gov'ner

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

and't like your Grace

l thank thee for that jest Here's a garment for't

Wit shall not go unrewarded while l am king of this country

Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest

l will have none on't. We shall lose our time, and all be turned to barnacles

Monster, lay-on your fingers, or l'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!

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 labours 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 l 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 l am struck to th' quick

yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury do l 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 l'll break

their senses l'll restore, and they shall be themselves

l'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 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

l 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 l given fire

and rifted Jove's stout oak with his own bolt

the strong-based promontory have l 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 l here abjure

and, when l have required some heavenly music which even now l do

to work mine end upon their senses that this airy charm is for

l'll break my staff

bury it certain fathoms in the earth

and deeper than did ever plummet sound

l'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 follow'st

l will pay thy graces home both in word and deed

Most cruelly didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter

Thy brother was a furtherer in the act

Thou art pinched for't now, Sebastian

Flesh and blood, you, brother mine

that entertain'd ambition, expell'd remorse and nature

who, with Sebastian, would here have killed your king

l do forgive thee, unnatural though thou art

Their understanding begins to swell

Ariel

fetch me the skirt and bodice from my cell l will discase me, and myself present

as l was sometime Milan

Quickly, spirit! Thou shalt ere long be free

O l shall miss thee Ariel

but yet thou shalt have freedom

so...

so...

so...

Behold the wronged Duchess of Milan, Prospera

l bid a hearty welcome

Whe'r thou be'st she or no, or some enchanted trifle to abuse me l not know

thy pulse beats as of flesh and blood

and, since l saw thee, th' affliction of my mind amends

with which, l fear, a madness held me

This must crave and if this be at all a most strange story

Thy dukedom l 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

whose honour cannot be measured or confined

Whether this be or be not, l'll not swear

Welcome, my friends all

But you, my brace of lords

were l so minded l could here pluck his Highness' frown upon you

and justify you traitors

at this time l will tell no tales

- The devil speaks in her - No

For you, most wicked sir

whom to call brother would even infect my mouth

l do forgive thy rankest fault, all of them

and require my dukedom of thee, which perforce, l know thou must restore

lf thou beest Prospera, give us particulars of thy preservation

How thou hast met us here

who three hours since were wracked upon this shore

where l have lost my dear son Ferdinand

l am woe for't, sir

for l have lost my daughter

A daughter?

When did you lose your daughter?

ln this last tempest

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

know for certain that l am Prospera

Welcome, sir

This cell's my court

l pray you, look in

Sweet lord, you play me false

No, my dear'st love, l would not for the world

Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle

and l would call it, fair play

lf this prove a vision of the island, one dear son shall l twice lose

Though the seas threaten, they are merciful

l 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?

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

Sir, she is mortal: but by immortal providence she's mine

l chose her when l could not ask my father for his advice

nor thought l 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!

lf these be true spies which l wear in my head, then here's a goodly sight

O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!

How fine my master is!

l am afraid she will chastise me

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 had plotted together to take my life

Two of these fellows you must know and own

This thing of darkness l acknowledge mine

l shall be pinched to death

ls not this Stephano, my drunken butler?

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

l have been in such a pickle since l saw you last

that l fear me, it will never out my bones

Why, how now, Stephano!

Touch me not! l am not Stephano, but a cramp

You'd be king o' the isle, sirrah?

l should have been a sore one then

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

What a thrice-double ass was l

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

Go to! Away!

Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it

Or stole it, rather

Sir, l invite your Highness and your train to my poor cell

where you shall take your rest for this one night, and in the morn

l'll bring you to your ship and so to Naples

where l have hope to see the nuptial 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 l

in a cowslip's bell l lie

there l couch when owl's do cry

on a bat's back l do fly

after summer, after summer merrily, merrily, merrily... shall l live now

under the blossom that hangs on the bough

Now my charms are all o'erthrown

And what strength l have's mine own

Which is most faint

O, release me from by 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, l want...

Spirits to enforce

Art to enchant

And my ending is despair

unless lbe 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 pardonned be

Let your indulgence...

Let your indulgence...

... set me free

Now l want

Spirits to enforce

art to enchant

And my ending is despair

Unless l be relieved by prayer

Now l want

Spirits to enforce

art to enchant

and my ending is despair

Unless l 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