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Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me from my own library with volumes

that I prize above my dukedom.

The Book of Water.

This is a waterproof -covered book which has lost its color by much contact with

water.

It is full of investigative drawings and exploratory text written on many

different thicknesses of paper.

There are drawings of every conceivable watery association.

Seas, tempests, streams, canals, shipwrecks, floods and tears.

As the pages are turned, there are rippling waves and slanting storms.

Rivers and cataracts flow and bubble.

Fans of hydraulic machinery and maps of weather forecasting flicker with arrows,

symbols, and agitated diagrams.

The drawings are all made by the same hand, bound into a book by the

King of France at Anvoise, and bought by the Milanese dukes to give to

Prospero as a wedding present.

Bosun. Bosun. Bosun.

Bosun.

Bosun.

Bosun. Bosun.

Bosun.

Bosun. Bosun.

Bosun.

Here, master, watch here.

Here,

master, watch here.

Good, speak to the mariners.

Good, speak to the mariners. Fall to it, yearly, or we run ourselves aground.

Fall to it, yearly, or we run ourselves aground.

Down with the top, master.

Yeah, lower, lower.

Yes, sir, yes, sir.

We've had a try with the main course.

A plague upon this howling.

There's however no weather for our office.

Yet again?

What do you hear? Shall we give order and drown?

Have you a mind to think?

A box on your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog.

Work you then.

Anchor, hang.

We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

Since he has no drowning mark upon him, his complexion is perfectly hallowed.

Hold with yearly, or we run ourselves to ground.

Disturb, disturb.

Hey, my heart.

Yearly, cheerily, my heart.

Take in the topsoil.

Tend to the master's whistle.

bound in a gold cloth and very heavy.

This book has some 80 shining mirrored pages, some opaque, some translucent,

some manufactured with silvered papers, some covered in a film of mercury that

will roll off the page unless treated cautiously.

Some mirrors simply reflect the reader. Some reflect the reader as he will be in

a year's time, as he would be if he were a child, a monster.

Or an angel. Where is the master, Bosun?

Do you not hear him? You mara raver.

Keep your cabins, you two -assisted storm.

Look at these warriors for the name of king.

Come in.

Silence. Trouble us not.

Good, you should remember whom thou hast abhorred.

None that I love more than myself.

If you can command these elements to silence and work the peace of the

we'll not handle a rope more.

Use your authority.

If you cannot, give thanks you've lived so long and make yourself ready in your

cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so happen.

Out of the way, I say!

Take him, Tarsal, into the master's whistle.

Cheer me, good heart.

Hey, my heart, trouble has come.

The myth thinks he has no drowning mark. Oh, love. His conception is depressed.

Depressed. What must of our mouths be cold?

Oh, soon.

Or too early.

We run ourselves around. Into the master's whistle.

When the pages are opened in this book, plans and diagrams spring up fully

formed. There are definitive models of buildings, constantly shaded by moving

cloud shadow.

Lights flicker in nocturnal urban landscape, and music is played in the

and towers.

You will put the wild waters in this room and lay them.

The sky, it seems, will pour down stinking pitch, but that the sea,

the Wilkins' cheek, dashes the fire out.

Oh, I have suffered with those that I saw suffer.

A brave vessel, who had no doubt some noble creature in her, dashed all to

pieces.

Oh. When I give a thousand furlongs at sea, lacquer of

barren ground, long leaf, broom, furs, anything,

the rules above be done, but I would fain die a dry death.

And I, a god of power, I would have sunk the sea within the earth.

or e 'er I would the good ship's souls swallowed and the fraughting souls

her.

Be collected.

No more amazement.

Tell your piteous heart there's no harm done.

No harm.

I have done nothing but in care of thee.

Thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who art ignorant of what thou

art, not knowing of whence I am, nor that I am more better than Prospero,

master of a full poor cell, and I no greater father.

I should inform thee further.

Then thy hand plucked my magic garment from me.

So, lie there, my

art.

thou thine eyes have comfort the direful spectacle of the wreck which touched

the very virtue of compassion in thee I have with such provision in mine heart

so safely ordered that there is no soul no not so much

perdition as inhabited to any creature in the vessel which thou heard cry which

thou thought think

no further.

The hour has now come.

The very minute bids thee open thy...

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.

Had I not four or five women once attended me?

Thou hadst, and more, Miranda.

But how is it that this lives in thy mind?

What feasts thou else in the dark backward and abysmal time?

If thou rememberest aught ere thou cam'st here, how thou cam'st here thou

Twelve years since Miranda.

Twelve years since, thy father was the Duke of Milan and a prince of power.

Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and she said thou wast my daughter.

This is a funereal volume.

It contains all the names of the dead that have lived on earth.

The first name is Adam, and the last is Susanna.

Prospero's wife.

My brother and thy uncle, called Antonio.

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

He who next thyself of all the world I loved, and to him put the manage

of my state.

As at that time, to all the seniors it was the first.

and Prospero, the prime duke, being so reputed in dignity and for the liberal

arts without a parallel, these being all my study, the government I cast upon

my brother and to my state grew stranger, being transported and

wrapped in secret studies.

This is a large book bound in watered silk.

The 300 pages cover the color spectrum in finely differentiated shades, moving

from black back to black again.

This is a thick brown leather -covered book, stippled with gold numbers.

The pages flicker with logarithmic figures.

Angles are measured by needle -thin metal pendulums activated by magnets.

This atlas is full of maps of hell. It was used when Orpheus journeyed into the

underworld to find Eurydice. And the maps are scorched and charred by

and marked with the teeth bites of Cerberus.

Vesalius produced the first authoritative anatomy book.

It is astonishing in its detail, macabre in its single -mindedness.

This, Anatomy of Birth, a second volume, is even more disturbing and heretical.

It concentrates on the mysteries of birth.

It is full of descriptive drawings of the workings of the human body, which,

when the pages open, move and throb and bleed.

It is a banned book.

that queries the unnecessary processes of aging, bemoans the wastages

with progeneration, condemns the pains and anxieties of childbirth, and

generally questions the efficiency of God.

false uncle being once perfected how to grant you how to deny

them who to advance and who to trash for overtopping you created the

creatures that were mine I say or changed them or else new formed them

both the key of officer and office had all hearts in the state to what tune

pleased his ears

But now he was the ivy which had hid my princely trunk and sucked

my verdure out on't.

Thou attend'st not.

I pray thee, mark me.

I doth neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated to closeness and the bettering

of my mind, with that which...

but by being so retired or apprised all popular rate.

In my false brother waked an evil nature, and my trust, like a good

parent, did beget in him a falsehood in its contrary as great as my trust was,

which had indeed no limit, a confidence sans bound.

He, being thus lauded,

Not only with what my revenue yielded, but what my power might else exact.

He did believe he was indeed the Duke.

To have no screen between the part he played and him he played it for, he

must be absolute Milan.

Me, poor man, my library was duked of large enough.

Of temporal royalties he thinks me now incapable.

Confederates, so dry he was for sway with the king of Naples.

To give him annual tribute, do him homage, subject his coronet to his

And then the duke to get unbowed.

Alas, poor Milan, your most ignoble stooping.

A treacherous army levied. One midnight, fated for purpose, did Antonio open the

gates of Milan.

And to the dead of the darkness, the ministers for the purpose, hurried

me, my crying self.

Wherefore did they not at that hour destroy us?

My tale provokes that question.

Dear, they durst not so dear the love my people bore me, nor set a mark so

bloody on the business, but with colors fairer painted their foul ends.

And who they hurried us aboard a bark, bore us some leaves to see, where they

prepared a rotten carcass of a butt.

Not rigged, nor tackled sail, nor mast, the very rats instinctively have quit

it. There they hoist us, to cry to the sea that roared to us, to sigh

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

Alack, what trouble was I then to you?

Oh, a cherubim thou wast to dispreserve me.

Thou didst smile, infused with a fortitude from heaven, when I abdecked

with drops full salt.

Some food we had, and some fresh water, that a noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

out of his charity, who being then appointed master of this design, did

with rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, would since have studied

much. So of his gentleness, knowing I loved my books, he

furnished me from mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

Here in this island we arrived, and here have I, thy schoolmaster,

made thee more profit than other princes can.

but have more time for vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.

By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, now, my dear lady,

hath mine enemies brought to this shore.

And by my prescience, I find my Venice that depend upon a most auspicious

star, whose influence...

If I now court not but omit, my fortunes will ever after droop.

The book of universal cosmography attempts to place all universal

one system. It is full of disciplined geometrical figures, concentric rings

circle and counter -circle, tables and lists arranged in spirals, catalogues

arranged on a simplified body of man, in a structured universe where all things

have their allotted place.

and an obligation to be fruitful.

Come away, servant, come. I'm ready now.

Approach, my Ariel, come.

All hail, great master.

Praise, hail.

I come to answer thy best pleasure.

Be it to fly, to swim, to dive, to ride on the curled clouds, to my

strong bidding, to ask Ariel and all his quality.

Hast thou spirit, perform to 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.

Sometimes I divide and burn in many places.

On the top mast, the yards and bowsprit, will I flame distinctly, then meet and

join.

Jove's lightning, the curses of the dreadful thunderclaps.

More momentary and tight -out running were not.

The fire cracks of soldiers roaring.

The most mighty Neptune seems besieged and making whole things shake.

Lay his dread trident shake.

My brave spirit, who was so firm, so constant, that his coil would not

infect his wing.

Not a soul but felt a fever of the mad and played some tricks of desperation.

All but madness plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel and all the

fire with me.

And Ferdinand with hair upstaring, and like weeds not hair, with the first man

that left, cried, Hey, auntie, Lord, there was I hear.

King's son have I landed by himself, whom I left cooling of the air with

in an odd angle of the aisle and fitting his arms in this sad knot.

Yes.

All the mariners say Harvest are disposed and all the rest of the fleet.

Safely in harbor is the king's ship.

In that deep nook where once thou caughtst me up at midnight.

to fetch dew from the still -decked Bermuda.

There she's hid, her mariners all under hatches stowed, who with a charm

joined their suffered labor I have left to sleep.

And for the rest of the fleet whom I dispersed, they all have met again, an

upon the Mediterranean float, bound sadly home from Naples, supposing that

saw the king's ship wracked and his great person perished.

Ariel, thy charge exactly is performed.

But there's more work.

What is the time of the day?

The last of this season.

The time takes six, and now aspires both to 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 performed me.

What is Duncan's demand?

My liberty.

Before the time be out.

No more.

Remember, I have done thee worthy service, told thee no lies, served

grudge or grumblings.

Thou didst promise to bake me a full year.

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

No. Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze of the salt deep, to run

upon the sharp winds of the north, to do me business in the veins of the earth

when it is baked with frost.

I do not, sir.

Thou liest!

malignant thing.

Hast thou forgot the foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy was grown into a

wolf? Hast thou forgot her?

No, sir. Hast?

Where was she born?

Speak, tell me.

Sir, in Argyr.

Oh, was she so?

I must once in a month recount what thou hast been, which thou forget'st.

This foul witch Sycorax.

for mischief's manifold and sorcery's terrible to enter human hearing, from

Argea thou know'st was banished. For one thing she did, they would not take her

life.

Blue -eyed hag was hither brought with child, and here was left by the sailors.

But thou report'st thyself was then her servant.

For thou wast a spirit too delicate to act her earthy and abhorred commands,

refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, by help of her more

potent ministers, and in her most unmitigable rage, into a cloven pine,

within which whiffed, imprisoned, thou didst painfully remain a dozen years

within which space she died and left thee there where thou didst grant thy

groans as fast as mill wheels strike

thou best knowest what

torment I did find thee in thy groans did make wolves howl and penetrate the

breasts of ever angry bears it was a torment to lay upon the damned, which

Sycorax could not herself undo.

Then was this island, save for the sun which she did litter here, a

freckled whelp hag -born, not honored with a human shape.

That Caliban whom now I keep in service.

It was Minos, when I arrived and heard thee, that made gain.

Let thee out.

If thou more murmurst, I will rend an oak and peg thee in his knotty entrails

till thou hast howled away twelve winters.

Pardon, master. I will be correspondent to command and do my sprighting gently.

Do so, and in two days I will discharge thee.

Awake, dear heart, awake.

Come on.

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

A thick book, covered in khaki -colored webbing. Its pages are impregnated

with the minerals, acids, alkalis, gums, balms, and aphrodisiacs of the earth.

Come forth!

feather from unwholesome fen drop on you both.

This island's mine.

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

When thou cam'st first, thou strok'st me and made much of me. Would give me

water with berries in't.

Teach me how to name the bigger light and how to less the burn by day and

Then I loved thee and showed thee all the qualities of the isle.

The fresh springs, bright pits, barren place and fertile.

Cursed be I that did so. All the charms of cyclops, toads, beetles, bats, light

on you.

For I am all the subjects that you have.

Which first was my own king.

And here you stymie in this hard rock.

While you do keep from me the rest of the island.

Thou most lying slave.

Whom stripes may move, not kindness.

I have used thee, filled as thou art with human care.

And lodged thee in mine own cell.

Till thou didst seek.

to violate the honor of my child.

Oh, it had been done.

Thou didst present me.

I had people built this isle with calibans.

A poor slave, whom any print of goodness will not take, being capable of all

ill. I pitied thee, took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour one

thing or other. When thou didst not, savage, know thine own meaning, but

gavel like a thing most brutish. I endowed thy purposes with words that

them known.

You talk to me language, and my provident is I know how to curse.

The red plague rid you for learning me your language.

Hexie, hence, catch us in fuel, and be quick, thou 'rt best to answer other

business.

Shrugged thou, malice, if thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly what I

I'll rack thee with old cramps, fill all thy bones with aches, make thee raw,

that beasts shall tremble at thy din.

No, Freddy!

I must obey.

His heart is of such power, it will control my damned god Sentimos and make

vessel of him.

This is a herbal to end all herbals. The pages are stuffed with pressed plants

and flowers, corals and seaweed.

It is a honeycomb, a hive, a garden and an ark for insects.

It is an encyclopedia of pollen, scent and pheromone.

ring his bell.

Hark, now I hear them ding dong bell.

What is't? A spirit?

Lord,

how it looks about.

Believe me, sir, it carries a brave form unto the spirit.

No wench.

It eats and sleeps and has such senses as we have such.

This gallant of Tarsis was in the rack.

And but he's something stained with grief that beauties canker.

Thou mightst call him a goodly person.

He hath lost his fellows and strays about to find them.

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

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

Oh, you'll wonder if you'll be made or no.

No wonder, sir, but certainly a maid.

My language, heaven.

I am the best of them that speak this speech, where I but were to spoken.

Ah, 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 ne 'er since at Ebb beheld the king my

father rack.

This is a scented volume with crimson knotted ribbons for page markers.

There is certainly an image in the book of a naked man and a naked woman.

Everything else is conjecture.

If a virgin and your affection not gone forth, I'll make you the queen of

Naples.

They'll both deny those power.

With this swift business I must uneasy make.

This too light winning make the prize light.

I charge thee that thou attend me.

Thou dost here usurp the name thou wast not.

And hast put thyself upon this island as a spy.

To win it from me the lord art.

I'll manacle thy neck and feet together.

Sea water shalt thou drink.

Thy food shall be the fresh brook mussels.

Withered roots.

and harks were in the acorn cradled. Follow!

I will resist that entertainment till mine enemy has more power.

Oh, dear father, 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, which makes us show but dares not strike thy

conscience is so possessed with guilt.

Come from thy ward, for I can here disarm thee with this stick.

and make thy weapon drop.

Father, sir, have pity. I'll be surety. Silence!

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

What? An advocate for an imposter? Hush!

Thou think'st there are no more such shapes than he, having seen but him and

Caliban.

Foolish wench! To most of men this is a Caliban.

and they to him are angels.

Come on, obey.

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

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

My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, the rack of all my friends,

nor this man's threats to whom I am subdued, are but light to me.

Might I but through my prison once a day behold this maid.

All corners else of the earth let liberty make use of.

Space enough have I in such a prison.

You work.

Thou hast done well, fine alien.

Thou shalt be free as mountain air, but then exactly do all points to my

command.

Follow me!

Thou shalt be as free as a mountain wind, but then exactly do all points at

command.

Beseech you, sir, be merry.

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

For our escape is much beyond our loss.

Our hint of woe is common.

Every day some sailor's wife, the masters of some merchant, and the

have just our theme of woe.

But for the miracle, I mean our preservation.

Few in millions can speak like us.

Then wisely, good sir, weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost beyond credit, that our

garments, being as they were drenched by the sea, hold, notwithstanding their

freshness and glosses, being rather new dyed than stained with salt water.

We think our garments are as fresh now as when we put them on first in Africa

at the marriage of the king's fair daughter, Claribel, to the king of

It was a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.

Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their queen.

Would I had never married my daughter there.

For coming thence my son is lost.

So he may live.

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

He trod the water, whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted the surge most

swollen that met him.

His bold head, above the contentious waves he kept, and oared himself with

good arms in lusty stroke to the shore.

that o 'er his wave -worn bases bowed, as stooping to relieve him, 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

with your daughter, but rather lose her to an African. You were kneeled to, and

importuned otherwise, by all of us.

and the fair soul herself weighed between loathness and obedience at which

of the beam should bow.

We have lost your son, I fear, forever.

This is a book of ideal societies.

Every known and every imagined political and social community is described and

evaluated, permitting a reader to sort and match his own utopian ideal.

Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, and were the king on it, What would I

do?

In the Commonwealth, I would by contraries execute all things.

For no kind of traffic would I admit.

No name of magistrate.

Letters should not be known.

Riches, poverty, and use of service, none.

Contracts, succession,

born bounds of land.

Tilt, vineyard, none.

No use of metal, corn or wine or oil.

No occupation.

All men idle, all.

And women too, but innocent and pure.

No marrying among his subjects.

None man, all idle, whores and knaves.

I would with such perfection govern, sir.

To excel the golden age.

Will you laugh me asleep?

For I am very heavy.

What?

All so soon asleep?

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

I find they are inclined to do so.

Please you, sir, do not omit the heavy offer of it.

It seldom visits Thoreau.

When it doth, it is a comforter.

Me too, my lord, will guard your person while you take your rest and watch your

safety.

Worthy Sebastian, 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 -swallowed, though some cast again, and

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

in yours and my discharge.

It is true my brother's daughter is queen of Tunis.

So is she heir of Naples.

Twixt which regions there is some space.

Say this were death that now has seized them.

Why, they were no worse than now they are.

What a sleep were this for your advancement.

Do you understand me?

I remember you did supplant your brother Prospero. Open -eyed conspiracy.

And look how well my garments sit upon me. Much fitter than before.

My brother's servants were then my fellows.

Now they are my men.

But for your conscience... Aye, sir, where lies that?

Twenty consciences that stand fixed me and Milan.

Candid be they, a melt of immolest.

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 its obedient

steel, three inches of it, can lay to bed forever, was you doing

thus. to the perpetual wink, for I might put this ancient morsel, this prudence,

who should not upbraid our course.

For all the rest, they'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk.

They'll tell the clock to any business that we say befits the hour.

Thy case, dear friend, shall be my precedent.

As thou gotst Milan, I'll come by Naples.

Draw thy sword.

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

shall love thee.

Draw together.

Preserve the king.

What's the matter?

Whilst now we stood here securing your repose, even now we heard a hollow burst

of bellowing like bulls or rather lions.

Heard you this, Gonzalo?

Upon my honor, sir.

I heard a humming.

I shaked you, sir, and cried.

There was a noise. That's Vele.

It is 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.

Heavens keep him from these beasts.

All the infections that the sun sucks up from dogs, fend,

flap, on prosper, fall, and make him by inch, meal, a disease.

His devils hear me, and yet I needs must curse.

And yet I needs must curse.

Fight me with her chinchos, pitch me the mire, nor lead me like a firebrand in

the dark out of my way, unless he bid them.

For every trifle are they set upon me.

Sometimes like apes that mow and chatter at me after bite me, then like

hedgehogs which lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount their pricks at

footfall.

Sometimes I'm like warm ladders with cloven tongues to hiss me into madness.

Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all. I know not where

to hide my head.

What have we here?

A man or a fish?

This is no fish, but an islander.

that has lately suffered by a thunderbolt.

Alas, the storm has come again. My best way is to creep under his gabardine.

Are we devils here?

I haven't escaped drowning to be feared now of your four legs.

This is some monster of the isle with four legs who has got as I take it an

you.

Stefano!

Four legs and two voices?

A most delicate monster?

Scepano! If thou be Scepano, speak to me, for I am Trinculo.

If thou be Trinculo, come forth.

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

Thou art very Trinculo indeed.

Misery equates a man with strange bedfellows.

That's a brave god and bears sinless pure liquor.

I will yield to him. How now, moon -calf?

How does that aid you?

Has there none dropped from heaven?

After the moon, I do assure thee, I was the man of the moon when time was.

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

My mistress showed me thee, thy dog and thy bush.

I'll show thee every foot I lead to the island.

I'll kiss thy foot.

I pray thee, be my god.

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.

but follow thee, thou wondrous man.

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

I pray thee, let me bring thee where crabs grow, and I with my long nails

dig thee pig nuts, 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 camels

from the rock.

Will thou go with me?

I pretty now lead the way without any more talking.

Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit

All dams are lit for fish.

The chin firing and requiring.

All split trencher and all washed dish.

and their labour delighting themselves off.

Some kinds of baseness are nobly undergone, and most poor matters point

ends.

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 labours pleasures.

Work not so hard.

I would the lightning had burnt up those logs you are enjoined to pile.

My father is hard at study.

Pray now, rest yourself.

He's safe for these three hours.

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

No, precious creature, I'd rather crack my finues, break my back.

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

So many a lady I have eyed with best regards, and many a time the harmony of

their tongues hath into bondage brought my too diligent ear.

For several virtues have I liked several women, but you, oh, you

so perfect and so peerless, are created of every creature's best.

I do beseech you, chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers. What is your name?

Miranda.

Admired Miranda.

Indeed, the top of admiration.

Fair encounter of too much rare affection.

Heavens rain grace on that which breathes between them.

Do you love me?

Oh, heaven, oh, earth, bear witness to this sound.

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

pride, honor you.

I am a fool.

To weep at what I'm glad of?

I am your wife, if you will marry me.

If not, I'll die your maid.

My mistress, dear Elizabeth, and I thus humble ever.

My husband, then.

I, with a heart as willing as bondage air of freedom.

So glad of this as they I cannot be, who are surprised with all.

But my rejoicing that nothing can be more.

An antiquarian's handbook. A checklist of the ancient world for the Renaissance

humanist. full of maps and plans of the archaeological sites of the world. An

essential volume for the melancholic historian who knows that nothing

As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant.

a sorcerer that by his cunning has cheated me of the island.

I say, by sorcery he got this isle. From me he got it. If thy greatness will

revenge it on him, oh, I know thou darest. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I

serve thee.

How now shall this be compassed?

Canst thou bring me to the party?

Yea, yea, my lord. I yield him thee asleep.

Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.

Tis a custom with him in the afternoon to sleep.

There thou mayst brain him.

Having first seized his books.

Or with a log gutter his skull.

Or punch him with a stake.

Or cut his wisdom with thy knife.

Remember first to possess his books.

For without them he's but a sot as I am. Nor hath not one spirit to command.

They all do hate him as rootedly as I.

Burn but his books.

But that most deeply to consider is the beauty of his daughter.

He himself calls her a non -pareil.

I never saw a woman that only securites my dam and she.

But she as far surpasseth Sycorax as greats does least.

Is it so, brave lass?

Ay, lord, she will become thy bed, I warrant, and bring thee forth brave

Munter, I will kill this man.

His daughter and I will be king and queen, and Trinculo and thyself shall be

viceroys.

Doth thou like the plot, Trinculo?

Excellent.

Be not afeard.

The isle is full of noises, sounds and sweet airs that give delight and

hurt not.

Sometimes a thousand twanging instruments will hum about my ears.

Sometimes voices, that if I then have waked after long sleep, will make me

again. And then, in dreaming, the clouds which thought 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.

Well, I shall have my music for nothing.

When Prospero is destroyed.

Whom thus we stray to find And the sea mocks our frustrate search on land

Well,

let him go

Now I will believe that there are unicorns.

Travelers ne 'er did lie, though fools at home condemn them.

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

Will please you taste what is here?

Not I.

Faith, sir, you need not fear.

When we were boys, who would believe that there were mountaineers, dewlap

bulls? whose throats had hanging atom wallets of flesh, or that there were

men whose heads stood in their breath.

Death to me that hath to instrument this lower world and what is in it. The

never surfeited sea hath caused to belch up you.

And on this island where man doth not inhabit, you amongst men being most

unfit to live.

I have made you mad.

Even with such like valor, men hang and drown their proper selves.

You fools!

I and my fellows are ministers of fate. The elements of whom your swords are

tempered may as well wound the loud wind or be mocked at, stabbed, killed,

filled with closing water and diminish one doll that's in my pool.

My fellow ministers are like invulnerable. If you could hurt, your

now too messy for your strength and will not be uplifted.

But remember, for that's my business to you, that you flee from Milan, this

supplant which must grow.

See of thy son, Alonso, they have bereft. They have bereft. And to

me lingering perdition.

Worse than any death can be at once.

I step by step attend you and your ways.

Whose wrath to guard you from, which here in this most desolate isle else

upon your head, is nothing but heart sorrow.

Here life ensues.

monstrous, monstrous.

I thought the billows spoke and told me of it.

The winds did sing it to me.

And the thunder, their deep and dreadful organ pipe, pronounced the name of

Prosper. It abased my trespass.

Therefore, my son of the ooze is bedded, and I'll seek him.

Deeper than air plummets on it, and with him there lie muddied.

Seek him deeper than air plummets on it, and with him there lie muddied.

Bravely, the figure of this harpy hath outperformed my aerial, a great fit had

devouring.

My instruction hath done nothing baited of what thy hath to say.

So, with good life and observation strange,

my meaner ministers their several kinds have done.

My high charms work, and these mine enemies are all knit up in their

distractions. They now are in my power.

If I have to austerely punish you, your compensation makes amends.

For I have given you here a third of my own life, or that for which I live.

Who once again I tender to thy hand.

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 her of.

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

Then as my gift and thine own acquisition worthily purchased,

take my daughter.

But if thou wilt break her virgin knot, before all sanctimonious ceremonies may

with full and holy rite be ministered.

No sweet aspersions shall the heavens let fall to make this contract grow.

The Darren Hicks, far -eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew the union of

your bed with weeds so lowly you shall hate it both.

This is a blackened and thumbed volume with illustrations in small ambiguity as

to the book's content.

Therefore, take heed as Hymen's lamps shall light you.

As I hope for quiet days, fair issue and long life with such love as it

is now.

The murkiest din...

the most opportune place, the strong suggestion of a worthier genius can,

never melt mine honour into lust, to take away the edge of that day's

celebration, when I shall think more feverish steeds are floundered, or night

kept chained below.

Fairly spoke.

Sit then and talk with her.

She is thine own.

For Ariel, my industrious servant, Ariel.

Ariel, thou and thy meaner fellows, your last service did worthily perform.

Then I must use you in such another trick.

Go, bring the rabble, of whom I gave thee power, incite them to quick motion,

for I must bestow upon the eyes of this young couple some vanity of mine heart.

Before you can stay, come and go.

This book drums against the book, Keshav.

And because it is always bursting of its own volition, it has to be held down

with a brass weight.

It describes how the eye changes its shape when looking at great distances,

how laughter changes the face.

It explains how ideas chase one another in the memory, and where thought goes

when it is finished with.

Codified and explained in animated drawings are all the possibilities for

in the human body.

My delicate Ariel, do not approach till thou dost hear me call.

He'll come.

It's bound in a shining yellow cloth that, when polished, gleams like brass.

It is a compendium of mythologies, with all their variants and alternative

tellings, cycle after cycle of interconnecting tales of gods and men

the known world, from the icy north to the deserts of Africa, with explanatory

readings and symbolic interpretations.

Look, thou be true.

Do not give dalliance too much the rain.

The strongest oaths are straw to the fire in the blood.

Be more abstemious, or else good night your vow.

Hail, many -colored messenger.

doth obey the wife of Jupiter.

of the beast Caliban and his confederates against my life.

You do look, my son, in a moved sort, as if you were dismayed.

Be cheerful, sir.

Our revels now are ended.

These are actors, as I foretold you, were all spirits.

are melted into air, into thin air.

And like the baseless fabric of this vision, the cloud -capped towers,

the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples, the great globe itself, yea,

all which it inherits, shall dissolve.

And like this insubstantial pageant faded,

Leave not a wreck behind We

are such stuff as dreams are made

on And our little life is rounded

with a sleep

Spirits! We must prepare to meet with Caliban.

Pray you tread softly.

The blind mole may not hear a footfall. We now are near his cell.

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

Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to shall hoodwink this mischance.

Therefore speak softly, all's hushed as in the night yet.

Reveal, my king, be quiet.

Seest thou here, this is the mouth of the cell. No noise, and enter.

Do that good mischief.

which may make this island mine own forever.

And I, thy gallivant, for I, thy putlicker, give me

thy hand.

I do begin to have bloody thoughts.

Oh, King Stefano. Oh, peer.

Oh, worthy Stefano. Look what a wardrobe here is for thee.

Let it alone, thou foolish little trash.

What do you mean to dote us on such luggage?

Let it alone, and do the murder first. If he awake from toe to crown, he'll

our skins with pinches, make us strange stuff.

Be you quiet, monster.

We shall lose our time, and all be turned to barnacles or to apes with

villainous low.

At this hour lies at my mercy all my enemies.

Shortly shall all thy labors end, and thou shalt have the air at freedom.

Now do my projects gather to a head, my charms crack not, my spirits obey,

and time goes upright with his carriage.

Say, my spirit, how fares the king and his followers?

In the same fashion as you gave in charge.

Just as you left them.

All prisoners, sir.

If you now beheld them,

your

affections would become

tender.

that if you now beheld them, your affections

will become tender.

And mine shall, as thou which art but

air, a touch of feeling of their afflictions.

and shall not myself one of their kind that relish all as sharply passion as

they 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.

of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves.

And ye that on the sand 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.

but rejoice to hear the solemn curfew, by whose aid, weak masters though ye be,

I have bedimmed the noontide sun, brought forth the mutinous winds, and

the green sea and the azure vaults at roaring war, to the dread rattling

have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stark oak with his own bolt, the strong

base promontory have I made shake, and by the spurs plucked up the pine and

cedar,

Graves, at my command, have waked their sleepers. Oh, let them 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.

Very certain fathoms in the earth.

And deeper than it ever plummets sound, I'll drown my books.

The solemn air and the best comforter to an unsettled fancy.

Cure thy brains, now useless, boiled within thy skull.

There stand, for you are spell -stopped.

The charm dissolves apace.

And as the morning steals upon the night, melting the darkness,

so their rising senses begin to chase

the ignorant fumes that mantle their clearer reason.

Oh, good Gonzalo, a true preserver and a loyal sir

to him thou followest. I repay 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 pink'st for it now, Sebastian.

Flesh and blood, you, brother mine, that entertained ambition,

expelled remorse and nature.

Who, with Sebastian, whose inward pinch is therefore a most strong, would here

have killed your king?

I do forgive thee, unnatural though thou art.

Their understanding begins to swell, and the approaching tide will shortly

fill the reasonable shore.

which now lies foul and muddy, not one of them

that yet looks on me or would know me.

Ariel, I will escape me and myself present as I was sometime

Milan.

Quickly, spirit, thou shalt ere long be free.

To summer merrily, merrily, merrily shall I live now under the blossom

that hangs on the bough.

Why, that's my dainty Ariel. I shall miss thee, and yet thou shalt have

So?

So.

To the king's ship, invisible as thou art, there shall I find the mariners

asleep all under hatches, the master and the bosun being awake, and forced unto

this place, and presently I prithee.

Sir King, the wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero.

For more assurance that a living prince doth now speak to thee, I embrace thy

body, and to thee and thy company I bid a hearty welcome.

Whether thou beest he or no, or some enchanted trifle to abuse me as late I

been, I not know.

Thy pulse beats as of flesh and blood.

And since I saw thee, the affliction of my mind amends, with which I fear a

madness held me.

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

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

But how should Prospero be living and be here?

First, noble friend, let me embrace thine age, whose honor

cannot be measured or confined.

Whether this be or be not, I not swear.

You do still take some subtleties of the isle, which will not let you believe

things certain.

Welcome, my friends all.

But you, my grace of lord...

Were I so minded, I could here pluck your highness' frown upon you and

justify you traitors.

For this time, I tell no tales. The devil speaks in him.

No.

For you were 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 I know perforce thou must restore.

If thou be as prosperous, give us particulars of thy preservation.

How thou hast met us here, whom three hours since were wracked upon this

Where I have lost, how sharp the point of this remembrance is, my dear son

Ferdinand. I am woe for it, sir.

Irreparable is the loss, and patient Fezzet is past her cure.

I rather think you have not sought her help, of whose soft grace, or the like

loss, I have her sovereign aid, and rest myself content.

You? The like loss?

As great to me as late, and supportable to make the dear lot.

have I means much weaker than you can call to comfort you.

For I have lost my daughter.

A daughter?

Oh, heavens.

That they were living both in Naples, the king and queen there.

That they were.

I wish myself were muddied in that oozy bed where my son lies.

When did you lose your daughter?

In this large tempest.

But howsoe 'er you have been jostled from your senses, know for certain that

am Prospero, and that very duke that was thrust forth of Milan, who,

most strangely, upon this shore where you were wrecked, was landed

to be the Lord of.

My dukedom, since you have given me again, I will requite you, with as good

thing, at least bring forth a wonder to content ye as much as me, my dukedom.

Freak lord, you play me false.

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

Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle. 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.

All the blessings of a glad father compass thee about.

Arise, and say how thou cam'st here.

Oh, wonder!

How many goodly creatures are there here?

How beauty it mankind is.

Oh, brave new world that had such people in it.

It is new to thee.

What is this maid with whom thou wast at play?

Your eldest acquaintance cannot be three hours.

Is she the goddess that hath severed 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.

She is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan, of whom so often I have heard

renown, but never saw before.

Of whom I have received a second life, and second father this lady makes him to

me. I am hers.

But, oh, how oddly will it sound.

But I must ask my child forgiveness.

There, sir, stop.

Let us not burden our remembrance with a heaviness that's gone.

I have inly wept.

Or shall I spoke ere this?

Look down, you gods, and on this couple drop a blessed crown.

For it is you that choked forth the way which brought us hither.

I say amen, Gonzalo.

Was. Milan thrust from Milan that this issue should become kings of

Naples.

Oh, rejoice beyond a common joy, and set it down with gold on lasting pillars.

In one voyage did Claribel her husband find at Tunis, and

Ferdinand her brother found a wife where he himself was lost.

Prospero his dukedom in a poor isle.

And all of us ourselves when no man was his own.

Give me your hands.

Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart that doth not wish you joy.

Be it so, amen.

I prophesied. If her gallows were on land, this fellow could not drown.

What is the news?

The best news is that we have safely found our king and company.

The next our ship, which but three glasses did, we gave out split, is tight

yarr and bravely rigged, as when we first put out the sea.

All the rest.

And let no man take care for himself.

For all is but fortune.

Couragio, bully monster.

Couragio.

The truth is, which I wear in my head, he is a goodly sight.

How fit about.

How brave be these creatures.

How fine my master is.

I'm afraid, I'm afraid he will chastise me.

What are these things, my lord Antonio?

Will money buy it? Very like.

One of them's a plain fish, and no doubt marketable. Mark with the badges of

these men, my lord, then save I speak true.

This misshapen knave is mother of a witch, and one so strong she could

the moon.

make clothes and ebbs, and deal in her command without her powers.

These three have robbed me, and this demidevil, for he, the bastard

one, had plotted with them to take my life.

Two of these fellows you must know and own.

This thing of darkness, I acknowledge mine.

I shall be pleased to death.

Oh, sirrah to myself.

Take with you your companions.

As you hope to have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

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

your rest for this one night.

And in the morn I'll bring you to your ship and tow to Naples, where I have

to see the nuptials of these our dear beloved solemnize.

Then retire me to my Milan, where every third thought

shall be my grave.

have I done since I went?

Was it well done?

Bravely, my dear.

This is a thick printed volume of plays dated 1623.

There are 35 plays in the book and room for one more.

Nineteen pages have been left for its inclusion, right at the front of the

just after the preface.

And this is the 36th play.

The Tempest.

Bosun!

Bosun!

Here, master.

What's here?

Whilst all the other volumes have been drowned and destroyed, we still do

have these last two books, safely fished from the sea.

Now to the Elements be free, and fare thou well.

throne, and what strength I have is mine own, which is most faint.

Now it is true, I must be here confined by you, or sent to Naples. Let

me not, since I have my dukedom got, and pardon the deceiver, dwell in this

bare island by your spell.

But release me from my bands with the help of your good hands.

Gentle breath of yours my sails must fill, or else my project fails,

which was to please.

Now I want spirits to enforce, art to enchant,

and my ending is despair, unless I be relieved by prayer,

which pierces so that it assaults mercy itself.

And frees all faults.

That you from crimes would pardon me.

That your indulgence set me free.