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- Boatswain! - Here, master. What cheer?

Good, speak to the mariners

fall to it yarely, or we run ourselves aground. Bestir, bestir!

Heigh, my hearts! Cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! Yare, yare!

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

blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough

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

- I pray now, keep below - where's the master, boatswain?

Do you not hear him? You mar our labour

keep your cabin. You do assist the storm

- nay, good, be patient - when the sea is

hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king?

To cabin! - You cur - silence, trouble us not

- good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard - none that I more love than myself

out of our way, I say. Cheerly, good hearts

I have great comfort from this fellow. Methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him

down with the topmast! Yare! Lower, lower! Bring her to try with main course

a plague upon this howling. They are louder than the weather or our office

yet again? What do you here? Have you a mind to sink?

A pox on your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog

work you then

hang, you insolent noisemaker. We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art

I'll warrant him for drowning, though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell

lay her ahold, ahold! Set her two courses off to sea again. Lay her off!

- All lost! - To prayers, to prayers

- all lost - I'm out of Patience

we are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards

- mercy on us - we split, we split!

Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground

the wills above be done. But I would fain die a dry death

if by your art, my dearest father, you have put the wild waters in this roar, allay them

the sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch...

But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, dashes the fire out

o, 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

o, the cry did knock against my very heart. Poor souls, they perished

had I been any god of power, I should have sunk the sea within the earth...

Or ere it should the good ship so have swallowed...

And the fraughting souls within her

be collected, no more amazement. Tell your piteous heart there's no harm done

- o, woe the day - — no harm

I have done nothing but in care of thee. Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter...

Who art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing of whence I am

nor that I am more better than prospero...

Master of a full poor cell, and thy no greater father

more to know did never meddle with my thoughts

'tis time I should inform thee further

lend thy hand and pluck my magic garment from me

lie there, my art. Wipe 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 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, for thou must now know further

you have often begun to tell me what I am, and stopped, concluding 'stay, not yet’

the hour's now come

the very minute bids thee ope thine ear. Obey, and be attentive

canst thou remember a time before we came unto this cell?

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

- certainly, sir, I can - by what? By any other house or person?

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

'tis far off, and rather like a dream than an assurance that my remembrance warrants

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

Thou hadst, and more, Miranda

but how is it that this lives in thy mind?

What seest thou else in the dark backward and abysm of time?

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

but that I do not

twelve year since, Miranda...

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

sir, are not you my father?

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

and thy father was Duke of Milan, and his only heir and Princess, no worse issued

- or blessed was it we did? - Both, both, my girl

by foul play, as thou sayest, were we heaved thence, but blessedly holp hither

o, my heart bleeds to think of the trouble that I have turned you to. Please you, further

my brother and thy uncle, called Antonio... I pray thee, mark me

that a brother should be so perfidious, he whom next thyself of all the world I loved!

I, prospero, the prime Duke, being so reputed in dignity...

And for the liberal arts without a parallel...

Those being all my study, the government I cast upon my brother

and to my state grew stranger, being transported and rapt in secret studies

- thy false uncle... dost thou attend me? - Sir, most heedfully

being once perfected who to advance and who to trash for over-topping...

Set all hearts to what tune pleased his ear. Thou attendest not

- good sir, I do - I pray thee, mark me

I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated to closeness and the bettering of my mind...

In my false brother waked an evil nature. He did believe he was indeed the Duke

- hence his ambition growing... dost thou hear? - Your tale, sir, would cure deafness

to have no screen between this part he played, and him he played it for...

He needs will be absolute Milan

me, poor man, my library was dukedom large enough

of temporal royalties he thinks me now incapable

confederates, so dry he was for sway, with the king of Naples to give him annual tribute...

And to bend the dukedom yet unbowed, alas, poor Milan, to most ignoble stooping

o the heavens!

mark his condition and the event, then tell me if this might be a brother

I should sin to think but nobly of my grandmother

good wombs have borne bad sons

now the condition

the king of Naples, being an enemy to me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit

which was that he, in lieu of tribute...

Should presently extirpate me and mine out of the dukedom...

And confer fair Milan, with all the honours, on my brother

whereon, a treacherous army levied, one midnight fated to the purpose,

did Antonio open the gates of Milan

and in the dead of darkness...

The ministers for the purpose hurried thence me and thy crying self

alack, for pity. I, not remembering how I cried out then, will cry it over again

hear a little further...

And then I'll bring thee to the present business which now is upon us

wherefore did they not that hour destroy us?

Well demanded, wench. 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 colours fairer, painted their foul ends

in few, they hurried us aboard a barque, bore us some leagues to sea...

Where they prepared a rotten carcass of a butt

not rigged, nor tackle, sail, nor mast. The very rats instinctively have quit it

there they hoist us, to cry to the sea that roared to us

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

- alack, what trouble was I then to you - a cherubin thou wast that did preserve me

thou didst smile, infused with a fortitude from heaven...

When I have decked the sea with drops full salt...

Under my burden groaned...

Wwhich 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

and knowing I loved my books, he furnished me from mine own library...

With volumes that I prize above my dukedom

would I might but ever see that man

now I arise. Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow

here in this island we arrived

and here have I, thy schoolmaster made thee more profit...

Than other princes can that have more time for vainer hours, and tutors not so careful

heavens thank you for it

but now, I pray you, sir, for still 'tis beating in my mind

- your reason for raising this sea-storm? - Know thus far forth

by accident most strange bountiful fortune, now my dear lady...

Hath mine enemies brought to this shore

and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon a most auspicious star

whose influence if now I court not, but omit, my fortunes will ever after droop

here cease more questions

thou art inclined to sleep

'tis a good dullness, and give it way

I know thou canst not choose

come away, servant, come. I am ready now

approach, my Ariel, come

all hail, great master! Grave sir, hail!

I come to answer thy best pleasure, be it to fly, to swim, to dive into the fire...

To ride on the curled clouds

to thy strong bidding task Ariel and all his quality

hast thou, spirit, performed 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

sometime I'd divide and burn in many places

on the topmast, the yards and bowsprit would I flame distinctly, then meet and join

jove's lightning, the precursors of the dreadful thunderclaps...

More momentary and sight-outrunning were not

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

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 played some tricks of desperation

all but mariners plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel, then all afire with me

the king's son, ferdinand, with hair up-staring, then like reeds, not hair...

Was the first man that leaped, cried ‘hell is empty and all the devils are here'

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

Close by, my master

- but are they, Ariel, safe? - Not a hair perished

on their sustaining garments not a blemish, but fresher than before

and, as thou bad'st me, in troops I have dispersed them about the isle

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

Of the king's ship, the mariners, say how thou hast disposed, and all the rest of the fleet?

Safely in harbour is the king's ship

in the deep nook where once thou call'dst me up at midnight...

To fetch dew from the still-vexed bermoothes, there she's hid

the mariners all under hatches stowed, I have left asleep

and for the rest of the fleet, which I dispersed, they all have met again...

And are upon the mediterranean float bound sadly home for Naples

supposing that they saw the king's ship wrecked...

And his great person perish

Ariel, thy charge exactly is performed, but there's more work

- what is the time of the day? — past the mid season

at least two glasses

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

is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains...

Let me remember thee what thou hast promised...

Which is not yet performed me

how now? Moody? What is it thou canst demand?

- My Liberty —- before the time be out? No more

I prithee, remember I have done thee worthy service...

Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings

served without or grudge or grumblings. Thou did promise to bate me a full year

dost 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 wind 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 hoop?

- Hast thou forgot her? - No, sir

thou hast. Where was she born? Speak, tell me

- sir, in algier - o, was she so?

I must once in a month recount what thou hast been, which thou forgetest

this damned witch sycorax...

For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible to enter human hearing...

From algier, thou knowest, was banished

for one thing she did they would not take her life

- is not this true? - Ay, sir

this blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child...

And here was left by the sailors

thou, my slave, as thou reportest thyself, wast then her servant

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

Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee into a cloven pine

within which rift imprisoned thou didst painfully remain a dozen years

within which space she died, and left thee there...

Where thou didst vent thy groans as fast as mill-wheels strike

then was this island, save for the son that she did litter here...

A freckled whelp, hag-born, not honoured with a human shape

yes, caliban her son

dull thing, I say so. He, that caliban whom now I keep in service

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 again undo

it was mine art, when I arrived and heard thee, that made gape the pine and let thee out

- I thank thee, master — if thou more murmurest I will rend an oak...

And peg thee in his knotty entrails till thou hast howled away twelve winters

pardon, master

I will be correspondent to command and do my spriting gently

do so, and after two days I will discharge thee

that's my noble master. What shall I do? Say what? What shall I do?

Go make thyself like a nymph of the sea

be subject to no sight but thine and mine, invisible to every eyeball else

go take this shape and hither come in it. 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

we'll visit caliban, my slave, who never yields us kind answer

- 'tis a villain, sir, I do not love to look on - but, as 'tis, we cannot miss him

he does make our fire, fetch in our wood and serves in offices that profit us

what, ho, slave! Caliban!

Thou earth, thou, speak

there's wood enough within

come forth, I say. There's other business for thee

come, thou tortoise! When?

Fine apparition. My quaint Ariel, hark in thine ear

my lord, it shall be done

thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself upon thy wicked dam, come forth

as wicked dew as ever my mother brushed with raven's feather from unwholesome fen...

Drop on you both. A southwest blow on ye and blister you all over

for this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps...

Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up

urchins shall, for that vast of night that they may work, all exercise on thee

thou shalt be pinched as thick as honeycomb...

Each pinch more stinging than bees that made them

I must eat my dinner

this island's mine by sycorax my mother, which thou takest from me

when thou camest first, thou strokest me and made much of me

would give me water with berries in it, and teach me how to name the bigger light...

And how the less, that burn by day and night. And then I loved thee and showed thee...

All the qualities of the isle, the fresh Springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile

cursed be I that did so! All the charms of sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!

For I am all the subjects that you have, which first was mine own king

and here you sty me in this hard rock...

Whiles you do keep from me the rest of the island

thou most lying slave, whom stripes may move, not kindness

I have used thee, filth as thou art, with humane care

and lodged thee in mine own cell till thou didst seek to violate the honour of my child

o ho, o ho! Would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me

I had peopled else this isle with calibans

abhorred slave, which any print of goodness wilt not take, being capable of all ill

I pitied thee, took pains to make thee speak, I taught thee each hour one thing or other

when thou didst not, savage, know thine own meaning...

But wouldst gabble like a thing most brutish...

I endowed thy purposes with words that made them known

but thy vile race, though thou didst learn...

Had that in it which good natures could not abide to be with

therefore wast thou deservedly confined into this rock...

Who hadst deserved more than a prison

you taught me language, and my profit on it is, I know how to curse

the red-plague rid you for learning me your language

hag-seed, hence!

Fetch us in fuel, and be quick. Thou art best to answer other business

shrug'st thou, malice?

If thou neglectest or dost unwillingly what I command...

I'll rack thee with old cramps

fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar, that beasts shall tremble at thy din

no, pray you

I must obey. His art is of such power...

It would control my dam's god, setebos, and make a vassal of him

so, slave, hence

come unto these yellow sands, and then take hands

curtsied when you have, and kissed the wild waves whist

foot it featly here and there, and, sweet sprites, the burden bear

hark, hark, the watch-dogs bark

hark, hark, I hear the strain of strutting chanticleer

cry, cock-a-diddle-dow

where should this music be? In the air or the earth?

It sounds no more, and sure it waits upon some god of the island

sitting on a bank, weeping again the king my father's wreck...

This music crept by me upon the waters...

Allaying both their fury and my passion with its sweet air

thence I have followed 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

sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell

ding-dong, ding-dong

hark! Now I hear them. Ding-dong, bell...

The ditty does remember my drowned father

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

I hear it now above me

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

what is it? A spirit? Lord, how it looks about

believe me, sir, it carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit

no, wench. It eats, and sleeps, and hath such senses as we have, such

this gallant which thou seest was in the wreck

and, but he's something stained with grief, that's beauty's canker...

Thou mightst call him a goodly person

he hath lost his fellows and strays about to find them

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

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

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

most sure, the goddess on whom these airs attend

vouchsafe my prayer may know if you remain upon this island

and that you will some good instruction give how I may bear me here

my prime request, which I do last pronounce, is, o you wonder...

- If you be maid or no? - No wonder, sir, but certainly a maid

my language? Heavens!

I am the best of them that speaks this speech, were I but where 'tis spoken

how, the best? What wert thou if the king of Naples heard thee?

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

he does hear me, and that he does, I weep

myself am Naples...

Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld the king my father wrecked

alack, for mercy!

At the first sight they have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this

a word, good sir, I fear you have done yourself some wrong. A word

why speaks my father so ungently?

This is the third man that ever I saw, the first that ever I sighed for

pity move my father to be inclined my way

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

soft, soft, soft. They are both in either's powers

but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning make the prize light

one word more. I charge thee that thou attend me

thou dost here usurp the name thou owest not

and hast put thyself upon this island as a spy, to win it from me, the lord on it

- no, as I am a man - there's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple

if the ill-spirit have so fair a house, good things will strive to dwell with

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

come, I'll manacle thy neck and feet together. Seawater shalt thou drink

thy food shall be the fresh-brook mussels...

Withered roots and husks wherein the acorn cradled

- follow - no

I will resist such entertainment till mine enemy has more power

o 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...

That makest a show but darest 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

- beseech you, father - hence, hang not on my garments

- sir, have pity, I'll be his surety — silence!

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

what, an advocate for an imposter? Hush!

Thou thinkest there is no more such shapes as he, having seen but him and caliban

foolish wench, to the most of men this is a caliban...

And they to him are angels

my affections are then most humble. I have no ambition to see a goodlier man

come on, obey. Thy nerves are in their infancy again and have no vigour in them

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

my father's loss, the weakness which I feel...

The wreck of all my friends, nor this 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

it works

come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel

follow me. Hark what thou else shalt do me

be of comfort

my father's of a better nature, sir, than he appears by speech

this is unwonted which now came from him

thou shalt be as free as mountain winds, but then exactly do all points of my command

- to the syllable - come, follow

speak not for him

beseech you, sir, be merry. You have cause, so have we all, of joy...

For our escape is much beyond our loss

our hint of woe is common. Every day some sailor's wife...

The masters of some merchant, and the merchant have just our theme of woe

but for the miracle, I mean our preservation, few in millions can speak like us

then wisely, good sir, weigh our sorrow with our comfort

prithee, peace

- he receives comfort like cold porridge - he will not give him over so

look, he's winding up the watch of his wit. By and by it will strike

- sir... — one: Tell

when every grief is entertained that's offered, comes to the entertainer...

- A dollar - dolour comes to him, indeed

you have spoken truer than you purposed

you have taken it wiselier than I meant you should

- therefore, my lord... - Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue

I prithee, spare

- well, I have done, but yet... - He will be talking

which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow?

- The old cock - the cockerel

- done. The wager? - A laughter - a match

though this island seem to be desert...

- Ha, ha, ha! - So, you're paid

uninhabitable and almost inaccessible...

- Yet... - Yet... - — he could not miss it

the air breathes upon us here most sweetly

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

here is everything advantageous to life

- true, save means to live - of that there's none, or little

how lush and lusty the grass looks. How green!

- The ground indeed is tawny - with an eye of green in it

- he misses not much - no, he doth but mistake the truth totally

but the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost beyond credit...

As many vouched rarities are

that our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding...

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

if but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say he lies?

Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report

methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in afric...

At the marriage of the king's fair daughter claribel to the king of Tunis

‘twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return

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

- not since widow dido's time - widow! A pox on that!

How camest that 'widow' in? Widow dido!

‘Widow dido’, said you? You make me study of that

- she was of carthage, not of Tunis —- this Tunis, sir, was carthage

- carthage? - I assure you, carthage

sir, we were talking that our garments seem now as fresh as when we were in Tunis...

At the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen

and the rarest that ever came there

- excepting widow dido - o, widow dido? Ay, widow dido

is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort...

- That sort was well fished for - ...When I wore it at your daughter's marriage

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

would I had never married my daughter there, for, coming thence, my son is lost

and, in my rate, she too, who is so far from Italy removed I never 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

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

- I not doubt he came alive to land - no, no, he's gone

sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss...

That would not bless our Europe with your daughter...

- But rather loose her to an African - prithee, peace

you were kneeled to and importuned otherwise by all of us

now we have lost your son, I fear, forever

Milan and Naples have more widows in them of this business' making...

Than we bring men to comfort them

- the fault's your own — so is the dearest of the loss

my lord Sebastian, the truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, and time to speak it in

you rub the sore, when you should bring the plaster

very well

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

- foul weather? - Very foul

had I plantation of this isle, my lord...

- He'd sow it with nettle-seed - or docks, or mallows

- and were the king on it, what would I do? - 'Scape being drunk for want of wine

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

contract, succession, bourn, bound of land, tilth, 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 sovereignty - and yet he would be king on it

the latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning

all things in common nature should produce without sweat or endeavour

treason, felony, sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, would I not have

but nature should bring forth, of its own kind...

All foison, all abundance, to feed my innocent people

- no marrying among his subjects? - None, man, all idle, whores and knaves

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

- save his majesty! - Long live gonzalo!

- And... do you mark me, sir? - Prithee, no more. Thou dost talk nothing to me

I do well believe your highness, 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...

So0 you may continue and laugh at nothing still

- what a blow was there given — an it had not fallen flat

you are gentlemen of brave metal

you would lift the moon out of her sphere...

If she would continue in it five weeks without changing

- we would so, and then go a-batfowling - nay, good my lord, be not angry

no, I warrant you, I will not adventure my discretion so weakly

will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy?

Go sleep, and hear us

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 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 - it is the quality of the climate

why doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not myself disposed to sleep

nor I. My spirits are nimble

they fell together all, as by consent they dropped, as by a thunder-stroke

what might, worthy Sebastian? O, what might...? No more

and yet, methinks I see it in thy face, what thou shouldst be

the occasion speaks thee...

And my strong imagination sees a crown dropping upon thy head

- what? Art thou waking? - Do you not hear me speak?

I do, and surely it is a sleepy language and thou speakest 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

I am more serious than my custom

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

- well, I am standing water - I'll teach you how to flow

do so. To ebb hereditary sloth instructs me

o, if you but knew how you the purpose Cherish whiles thus you mock it

ebbing men, indeed, most often, do so near the bottom run by their own fear, or sloth

prithee, say on. The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim a matter from thee

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

'Tis as impossible that he's undrowned as he that sleeps here swims

I have no hope that he's undrowned

o, out of that 'no hope’ what great hope have you

- 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 Naples can have no note, till new-born chins be rough and razorable

she that from whom we all were sea-swallowed, though some cast again, and by that destiny...

To perform an act where what's past is prologue...

What to come in yours and my discharge

what stuff is this? How say you? 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis

so is she heir of Naples, 'twixt which regions there is some space

a space whose every cubit seems to cry out

‘how shall that claribel measure us back to Naples?’

‘keep in Tunis, and let Sebastian wake'

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

lords that can prate as amply and unnecessarily as this gonzalo

I myself could make a chough of as deep chat

o, that you bore the mind that I do. What a sleep were this for your advancement

- do you understand me? —- methinks I do

and how does your content tender your own good fortune?

I remember you did supplant your brother prospero

true. And look how well my garments sit upon me, much feater than before

my brother's servants were then my fellows. Now they are my men

- but for your conscience - ay, sir, where lies that?

If it were a blister, 'twould put me to my slipper...

But I feel not this deity in my bosom

twenty consciences stand "twixt me and Milan...

Candied be they, and melt ere they molest!

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

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

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

whiles you, doing thus, to the perpetual wink for aye might put this ancient morsel

this sir 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 gottest Milan, I'll come by Naples

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

And I the king shall love thee

draw together. And when I rear my hand, do you the like, to fall it on gonzalo

o, but one word

my master through his art foresees the danger that you, his friend, are in

and sends me forth, for else his project dies, to keep them living

while you here do snoring lie, open-eyed conspiracy his time doth take

if of life you keep a care, shake off slumber, and beware. Awake, awake!

- Then let us both be sudden - now, good angels preserve the king

why, how now? Ho, awake! 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 it not wake you?

- It struck mine ear most terribly - I heard nothing

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

- sure it was the roar of a whole herd of lions - heard you this, gonzalo?

Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, and that a strange one too, which did awake me

I shaked you, sir, and cried

as mine eyes opened, I saw their weapons drawn

there was a noise, that's verily

'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

heavens keep him from these beasts, for he is sure in the island

lead away

prospero, my lord, shall know what I have done. So, king, go safely on to seek thy son

all the infections that the sun sucks up from bogs, fens, flats...

On prosper fall, and make him by inch-meal a disease

his spirits hear me, and yet I needs must curse

but they'll nor pinch, fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me in the mire...

Hor lead me like a firebrand in the dark out of my way, unless he bid 'em

but for every trifle are they set upon me

sometime like apes, that mow and chatter at me, and after bite me

then like hedgehogs, which lie tumbling in my barefoot way...

And mount their pricks at my footfall

sometime am I all wound with adders, who with cloven tongues do hiss me into madness

lo, now, lo! Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me for bringing wood in slowly

I'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. I hear it sing in the wind

the wind...

Is that you?

Yond same black cloud, yond huge one...

Looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor

if it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head

yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls

oh, sh... akespeare!

What have we here?

A man or a fish? Dead or alive?

It's a fish. He smells like a fish

very sorry. It wasn't you

a very ancient and fishlike smell, a kind of not-of-the-newest poor-John

a strange fish!

Were I in england now, as once I was...

Oh yes, I was, yes

and had but this fish painted...

Not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver

you see, there would this monster make a man

mind you, any strange beast there makes a man

when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar...

They will lay out ten to see a dead Indian

he's a dead Indian...

No, right

legged like a man, fins like arms

warm, o'my troth

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

this is no fish

thank you

but an islander that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt

alas, the storm is come again

my best way is to creep under his gaberdine. There is no other shelter hereabout

oh gosh

oh gosh

oh no, no

misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows

I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past

I shall no more to sea, to sea, here shall I die ashore

no

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

well, here's my comfort

what the bl...

No, it's alright

the master, the swabber, the boatswain and I, the gunner and his mate...

Loved mall and Meg 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 a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch

yeah, you love it, don't you?

Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang

no

this is a scurvy tune too, but here's my comfort

do not torment me, o!

What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, ha?

I, Stephano, have not scaped drowning to be afeard now of your four legs

what the...?

The spirit torments me, o!

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

where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief, if it be but for that

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

He's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's leather

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

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

he shall taste of my bottle

if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit

if I can recover him and keep him tame, I shall not take too much for him

he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly

thou dost me yet but little hurt. Thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling

now prosper works upon thee

come on your ways, open your mouth

here is that which will give language to you, cat

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

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

I should know that voice

it should be... but he is drowned, and these are devils. O, defend me!

Four legs and two voices. A most delicate monster

his forward voice now is to speak well of his friend

his backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract

if all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague

come, amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth

- Stephano! - Doth thy other mouth call me?

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

I will leave him, I have no long spoon

Stephano! If thou be'st Stephano, touch me, speak to me, for I am trinculo

be not afeard, thy good friend trinculo

if thou be'st trinculo, come forth. I'll pull thee by the lesser legs

if any be trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very trinculo indeed

how cam'st thou to be the stool of this moon-calf?

Can he vent trinculos?

I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke

but art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drowned

is the storm overblown?

I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm

and art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two neapolitans scaped!

I prithee, turn me not about, my stomach is not constant

these be fine things, an if they be not sprites

that's a brave god and bears celestial liquor. I will kneel to him

how did thou scape? How cam'st thou hither? Swear by this bottle how thou cam'st hither

I escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors heaved overboard

by this bottle which I made of the bark of a tree with mine own hands...

Since I was cast ashore. Look, it's good, no?

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

For the liquor is not earthly

here, swear how thou escap'dst

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

here, kiss the book

though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose

- Stephano, hast any more of this? - The whole butt, man

my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid

- how now, moon-calf? How does thine ague? - Hast thou not dropped from heaven?

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

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

my mistress showed me thee, and thy dog, and thy bush

come, swear to that, kiss the book. I will furnish it anon with new contents. Swear

by this good light, this is a very shallow monster

I afeard of him? A very weak monster

the man in the moon? A most poor, credulous monster

well drawn, monster, in good sooth

I'll show thee every fertile inch of the island. And I will kiss thy foot

I prithee, be my god

by this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster

when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle

- I'll kiss thy foot. - Oh my god

- I'll swear myself thy true subject - come on then. Down, and swear

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

a scurvy monster. I could find in my heart to beat him...

But the poor monster's in drink. An abominable monster

I'll show thee the best Springs, I'll pluck thee berries...

I'll fish for thee and get thee wood enough

a plague upon the tyrant that I serve

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

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

I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow, and I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts

show thee a Jay's nest and instruct thee how to snare the nimble marmoset

I'll bring thee to clustering filberts...

And sometimes I'll get thee young scamels from the rock

- wilt thou go with me? - I prithee, now lead the way without any more talking

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

here, bear my bottle. Fellow trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again

farewell master, farewell, farewell!

A howling monster, a drunken monster

no more dams I'll make for fish, nor fetch in firing at requiring

nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish, 'ban, 'ban, ca-ca-caliban...

Has a new master, get a new man. Freedom, high-day! High-day, freedom!

O brave monster, lead the way

there be some sports are painful, and their labour delight in them sets off

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

o, she is ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed...

And he's composed of harshness

I must remove some thousands of these logs and pile them up, upon a sore injunction

my sweet mistress weeps when she sees me work...

And says such baseness had never like executor

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

Most busy least, when I do it

alack, now pray you, work not so hard

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

pray, set it down and rest you

when this burns ‘twill weep for having wearied you

my father is hard at study

pray now, rest yourself, he's safe for these three hours

o most dear mistress, the sun will set before I shall discharge what I must strive to do

if you'll sit down, I'll bear your logs the while. Pray give me that, I'll carry it to the pile

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

Than you should such dishonour undergo, while I sit lazy by

it would become me as well as it does you

and, besides, I should do it with much more ease...

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

poor worm, thou art infected. This visitation shows it

- you look wearily - no, noble mistress

'tis fresh morning with me when you are by at night

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

Miranda. O my father, I have broke your hest to say so

admired Miranda, indeed the top of admiration, worth what's dearest to the world

full many a lady I 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 I liked several women, never any with so full soul...

But some defect in her did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, and put it to the foil

but you, o you, so perfect and so peerless, are created of every creature's best

I do not know one of my sex, no woman's face remember, save from my glass, my own

nor have I seen more that I may call men than you, good friend, and my dear father

how features are abroad, I am skilless of, but by my modesty, the Jewel in my dower...

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

nor can imagination form a shape besides yourself to like of

but I prattle something too wildly, and my father's precepts I therein do forget

I am in my condition a prince, Miranda. I do think, a king, I would not so

and would no more endure this wooden slavery than to suffer the flesh-fly blow my mouth

hear my soul speak

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

There resides to make me slave to it, and for your sake am I this patient log-man

- do you love me? - O heaven, o earth

bear witness to this sound, and crown what I profess with kind event if I speak true

if hollowly, invert what best is boded me to mischief

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

I am a fool to weep at what I am glad of

fair encounter of two most rare affections

heavens rain grace on that which breeds between them

- wherefore weep you? —- at mine unworthiness...

That dare not offer what I desire to give, and much less take what I shall die to want

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

hence, bashful cunning, and prompt me, plain and holy innocence

I am your wife, if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid

to be your fellow you may deny me, but I'll be your servant whether you will or no

- my mistress, dearest, and I thus humble ever - my husband, then?

Ay, with a heart as willing as bondage ever of freedom

- here's my hand - and mine, with my heart in it

- and now farewell till half an hour hence - a thousand thousand

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

but my rejoicing at nothing can be more

I'll to my book, for yet ere supper-time must I perform much business appertaining

by'r lakin, I can go no further, sir, my old bones ache

here's a maze trod indeed of forth-rights and meanders

- by your Patience, I needs must rest me - old lord, I cannot blame thee...

Who am myself attached with weariness to the dulling of my spirits. Sit down and rest

even here I will put off my hope, and keep it no longer for my flatterer

he is drowned whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks our frustrate search on land

well, let him go

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

do not for one repulse forgo the purpose that you resolved to effect

the next advantage will we take thoroughly

let it be tonight. For now they are oppressed with travail, they will not, nor cannot...

- Use such vigilance as when they are fresh - I say tonight. No more

what Harmony is this? My good friends, hark

- marvellous sweet music - give us kind keepers, heavens

- what were these? - A living drollery

now I will believe that there are unicorns...

That in Arabia there is one tree, the Phoenix' throne...

- One Phoenix at this hour reigning there —- I'll believe both

and what does else want credit, come to me, and I'll be sworn 'tis true

travellers never do lie, though fools at home condemn them

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

If I should say I saw such islanders, for certes these are people of the island...

Who though they are of monstrous shape, yet note their manners are more gentle, kind...

Than of our human generation you shall find many, nay almost any

honest lord, thou hast said well...

For some of you there present are worse than devils

I cannot too much muse such shapes, such gesture, and such sound...

Expressing, although they want the use of tongue...

A kind of excellent dumb discourse

praise in departing

- they vanished strangely - no matter, since they have left their viands behind...

For we have stomachs. Will it please you taste of what is here?

- Not I - faith, sir, you need not fear

when we were boys, who would believe that there were mountaineers...

Dewlapped like bulls, whose throats had hanging at them wallets of flesh?

Or that there were such men whose heads stood in their breasts?

I will stand to, and feed, although my last. No matter, since I feel the best is past

brother, my lord the Duke, stand to, and do as we

you are three men of sin...

Whom destiny, 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

and even with suchlike valour 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 winds...

Or with bemocked-at stabs kill the still-closing waters...

As diminish one dowl that's in my plume

my fellow ministers are like invulnerable. If you could hurt...

Your swords are now too massy for your strengths, and will not be uplifted

but remember, for that's my business to you...

That you three from Milan did supplant good prospero

exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it, him and his 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, worse than any death can be at once...

Shall step by step attend you and your ways

whose wraths to guard you from...

Which here in this most desolate isle else falls upon your heads...

Is nothing but heart's sorrow and a clear life ensuing

bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou performed, my Ariel

a grace it had, devouring

of my instruction hast thou nothing bated in what thou hadst to say

my high charms work...

And these, mine enemies, are all knit up in their distractions

they now are in my power, and in these fits I leave them

while I visit young ferdinand, whom they suppose is drowned...

And his and mine loved darling

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

O, it is monstrous, monstrous. Methought the billows spoke and told me of it

the winds did sing it to me, and the thunder, that deep and dreadful organ-pipe...

Pronounced the name of prosper. It did bass my trespass

therefore my son in the ooze is bedded

and I'll seek him deeper than ever plummet sounded and with him there lie mudded

- but one fiend at a time, I'll fight their legions over - I'll be thy second

all three of them are desperate

their great guilt, like poison given to work a great time after, now 'gins to bite the spirits

I do beseech you, that are of suppler joints...

Follow them swiftly and hinder them from what this ecstasy may now provoke them to

follow, I pray you

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 are but five upon this isle

we are three of them. If the other two be brained like us, the state totters

drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee. Thy eyes are almost set in thy head

where should they be set else?

He were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail

my man-monster has drowned his tongue in sack

for my part, the sea cannot drown me

I swam, ere I recovered the shore, five-and-thirty leagues off and on

moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou be'st a good moon-calf

how does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe

- I'll not serve him, he is not Valiant - thou liest, most ignorant monster

why, thou deboshed fish thou...

Was there ever a man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I today?

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, I prithee

trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head. If you prove a mutineer, the next tree

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

I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?

Marry, will I. Kneel and repeat it. I shall stand, and so shall trinculo

as I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer, that by his cunning...

- Hath cheated me of this island - — thou liest

thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou

I would my Valiant master would destroy thee. I do not lie

trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth

- why, I said nothing - mum then, and no more. Proceed

I say by sorcery he got this isle. From me he got it

if thy greatness will revenge it on him, for I know thou darest, but this thing dare not...

- That's most certain - ...Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee

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

Yea, yea, my lord. I'll yield him thee asleep, where thou mayst knock a nail into his head

- thou liest, thou canst not - what a pied ninny's this? Thou scurvy patch

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

when that's gone he shall drink nought but brine, for I'll not show him where the quick freshes are

trinculo, run into no further danger. Interrupt the monster but one word further...

And by this hand, I will turn my mercy out of doors and make a stockfish of thee

why, what did 1? I did nothing. Look, I'll go farther off

- didst thou not say he lied? - — thou liest

oh! Do I so?

Take thou that. And as you like this, give me the lie another time

I did not give the lie. Out of your wits and hearing too?

A pox on your bottle! This can drinking do

a murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers

now, forward with your tale. I prithee, stand further off

beat him enough. After a little time, I'll beat him too

- stand farther - alright!

Sake...

Come, proceed

why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him in the afternoon to sleep

there thou mayst brain him, having first seized his books

or with a log batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, or cut his weasand 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

he has brave utensils

or so he calls them

- it's a knife and fork! - Yeah, I know, just go back

and that most deeply to consider is the beauty of his daughter

he himself calls her a nonpareil

I never saw a woman, but only sycorax my dam and she

but she as far surpasseth sycorax as greatest does least

- is it so brave a lass? - Ay, lord

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

monster, I will kill this man

his daughter and I shall be king and queen. 'Save our graces!’

and trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys

- dost thou like the plot, trinculo? - Excellent

give me your hand

I am sorry I beat thee, but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head

within this half hour will he be asleep. Wilt thou destroy him then?

- Ay, on mine honour - this will I tell my master

thou makest me merry. I am full of pleasure, let us be jocund

will you troll the catch you taught me but while-ere?

At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason. Come on, trinculo, let us sing

three, four...

Flout 'em and scout 'em and scout 'em and flout 'em, thought is free

that's not the tune

what is this same?

This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of nobody

if thou be'st a man, show thyself in thy likeness. If thou be'st a devil, take it as thou list

forgive me my sins

he that dies pays all debts. I defy thee. Mercy upon us!

- Art thou afeard? - No, monster, not I

be not afeard, the isle is full of noises...

Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not

sometimes a thousand twangling instruments will hum about mine ears

and sometime voices, that if I then had waked after long sleep, will make me sleep again

and then in dreaming...

The clouds methought would open and show riches ready to drop upon me...

That when I waked I cried to dream again

this shall prove a brave kingdom to me, but I shall have my music for nothing

- when prospero is destroyed - that shall be by and by. I remember the story

the sound is going away. Let's follow it, and after do our work

lead, monster, we'll follow. I would I could see this taborer, he lays it on

wilt come? I'll follow Stephano

if I have too austerely punished you, your compensation makes amends

for I do give you here a third of mine own life

or that for which I live

all thy vexations were but my trials of thy love, and thou hast strangely stood the test

here, afore heaven, I ratify this my rich gift

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

I do believe it against an oracle

then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition worthily purchased, take my daughter

but if thou dost break her virgin-knot...

Before all sanctimonious ceremonies may with full and holy rite be ministered...

No0 sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall to make this contract grow

but barren hate, sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew the union of your bed...

With weeds so loathly that you shall hate it both

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 'tis now...

The murkiest den, the most opportune place, the strongest suggestion our worser genius can...

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

when I shall think or phoebus' steeds are foundered...

Or night kept chained below

fairly spoke

sit then and talk with her. She is thine own

- what, Ariel! My industrious servant, Ariel! - What would my potent master? Here I am

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

And I must use you in such another trick

go bring the rabble, over whom I give thee power, here to this place

incite them to quick motion...

For I must bestow upon the eyes of this young couple some vanity of mine art

it is my promise, and they expect it from me

- presently? - Ay, with a twink

before you can say ‘come’ and 'go’, and breathe twice and cry 'so, so’...

Each one, tripping on his toe, will be here with mop and mow

do you love me, master? No?

Dearly, my delicate Ariel

- do not approach till thou dost hear me call - — well. I conceive

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

the strongest oaths are straw to the fire in the blood

be more abstemious, or else good night your vow

I warrant you, sir, the white cold virgin snow upon my heart abates the ardour of my liver

now come, my Ariel. Bring a corollary, rather than want a spirit

appear, and pertly

no tongue, all eyes

be silent

ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and peas...

Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep...

And flat meads thatched with stover, them to keep...

Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims...

Which spongy April at thy hest betrims to make cold nymphs chaste crowns...

And thy broom-groves, whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, being lass-lorn...

Thy poll-clipped vineyard, and thy sea-Marge sterile...

And rocky-hard, where thou thyself dost air...

The queen of the sky, whose watery arch and messenger am I, bids thee leave these

and with her sovereign grace...

Here on this grass-plot, in this very place, to come and sport

her peacocks fly amain. Approach, rich ceres, her to entertain

hail, many-coloured messenger, that ne'er dost disobey the wife of Jupiter

who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers diffusest honey drops, refreshing showers

and with each end of thy blue bow dost crown my bosky acres and my unshrubbed down...

Rich scarf to my proud earth

why hath thy queen summoned me hither to this short-grassed green?

A contract of true love to celebrate

and some donation freely to estate on the blest lovers

tell me, heavenly bow, if Venus or her son, as thou dost know, do now attend the queen?

Since they did plot the means that dusky dis my daughter got...

Her and her blind boy's scandalled company I have forsworn

of her society be not afraid

I met her deity cutting the clouds towards paphos, and her son dove-drawn with her

here thought they to have done some wanton charm upon this man and maid...

Whose vows are that no bed-right shall be paid till hymen's torch be lighted, but in vain

Mars's hot Minion is returned again, her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows

swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows, and be a boy right out

highest queen of state, great juno, comes. I know her by her gait

how does my bounteous sister? Go with me to bless this twain...

That they may prosperous be, and honoured in their issue

honour, riches, marriage-blessing, long continuance, and increasing

hourly joys be still upon you

juno sings her blessings on you

earth's increase, foison plenty, barns and garners never empty

vines and clustering bunches growing, plants with goodly burden bowing

spring come to you at the farthest, in the very end of harvest

scarcity and want shall shun you, ceres’, juno's blessing so is on you

spring come to you at the farthest, in the very end of harvest

scarcity and want shall shun you, our blessing so is on you

this is a most majestic vision, and harmonious charmingly

may I be bold to think these spirits?

Spirits, which by mine art I have from their confines called to enact my present fancies

let me live here ever. So rare a wondered father, and a wife, makes this place paradise

sweet, now, silence

juno and ceres whisper seriously. There's something else to do

hush, and be mute, or else our spell is marred

you nymphs, called naiads, of the windring Brooks...

With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks

leave your crisp channels, and on this green land answer your summons.

Juno does command

come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate a contract of true love. Be not too late

you sunburned sicklemen of August weary, come hither from the furrow and be merry

make holiday. Your rye-straw hats put on

and these fresh nymphs encounter every one in country footing

honour, riches marriage blessing, long continuance and increasing

vines and clustering bunches growing, plants with goodly burden bowing

spring come to you at the farthest in the very end of harvest

scarcity and want shall shun you, our blessing so is on you

no more!

I had forgot that foul conspiracy of the beast caliban...

And his confederates against my life

the minute of their plot is almost come

avoid, no more

well done

this is strange. Your father's in some passion that works him strongly

never till this day saw I him touched with anger, so distempered

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

be cheerful, sir. Our revels now are ended

these our actors, as I foretold you, were all spirits, and are melted into air...

Into thin air

and, like the baseless fabric of this vision, the cloud-capped 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, I am vexed. Bear with my weakness, my old brain is troubled

be not disturbed with my infirmity. If you be pleased, retire into my cell and there repose

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

- we wish your peace - come with a thought

- I thank thee, Ariel, come - thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure?

- Spirit, we must prepare to meet with caliban - ay, my commander

when I presented ceres, I thought to have told thee of it, but I feared lest I might anger thee

- say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? - I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking

so full of valour that they smote the air for breathing in their faces

beat the ground for kissing of their feet, yet always bending towards their project

then I beat my tabor, at which, like unbacked colts...

They pricked their ears, advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses as they smelt music

so I charmed their ears, that calf-like they my lowing followed through toothed briars...

Sharp furzes, pricking gorse and thorns, which entered their frail shins

when last I left them in the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell...

There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake o'erstunk their feet

this was well done, my bird. Thy shape invisible retain thou still

the trumpery in my house, go bring it hither, for stale to catch these thieves

- 1go, I go - a devil, a born devil...

On whose nature nurture can never stick

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

and as with age his body uglier grows, so his mind cankers

I will plague them all, even to roaring

pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not hear a foot fall. We now are near his cell

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

has done little better than played the Jack with us

monster, I do smell all horse-piss, at which my nose is in great indignation

so is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you, look you...

- Thou wert but a lost monster - good my lord, give me thy favour still

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

therefore speak softly, all's hushed as midnight yet

ay, but to lose our bottle 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. And this is your harmless fairy, monster

I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour

- prithee, my king... - King, huh?

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 thine own forever...

And I thy caliban for aye thy foot-licker

give me your hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts

o king Stephano, o peer! O worthy Stephano, look what a wardrobe here is for thee

let it alone, thou fool, it is but trash

monster, we know what belongs to a frippery. King Stephano!

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

thy grace shall have it

the dropsy drown this fool. What do you mean to dote thus on such luggage?

Let it alone and do the murder first. If he awake...

From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches, make us strange stuff

monster, be you quiet. Mistress line, is not this my jerkin?

We steal by line, an't like your grace

I thank thee for this jest. There's a garment for it

wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this country

‘steal by line’, there's another garment for it

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

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

Or to apes with foreheads villainous low

monster, lay to your fingers, help bear this away where my hogshead of wine is...

Or I'll turn you out of my kingdom. Go to, carry this

- and this - ay, and this

- hey, mountain, hey! — silver! Silver!

Fury, fury! There, tyrant, there, hark! Hark!

At this hour lies at my mercy all mine enemies

shortly shall all my labours end, and thou shalt have the air at freedom

now does my project gather to a head

my charms crack not, my spirits obey, and time goes upright with his carriage

- how's the day? - On the sixth hour, at which time, my lord...

- You said our work should cease - I did say so, when first I raised the tempest

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

Confined together in the same fashion as you gave in charge, just as you left them

all prisoners, sir, in the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell

they cannot budge till your release

the king, his brother, and yours abide all three distracted

and the remainder mourning over them, brimful of sorrow and dismay

but chiefly him that you termed, sir, the good old lord gonzalo

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

your charm so strongly works them...

That if you now beheld them, your affections would become tender

- dost thou think so, spirit? - Mine would, sir, were I human

and mine shall

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

And shall not myself, one of their kind...

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

go, release them, Ariel

my charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, and they shall be themselves

I'll fetch them, sir

ye elves of hills, Brooks, standing lakes and groves

and ye who 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, I have bedimmed the noontide sun

called forth the mutinous winds, and 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault set roaring war

to the dread rattling thunder have I given fire, and rifted jove's stout oak with his own bolt

the strong-based promontory have I made shake and by the spurs plucked up the pine and cedar

graves at my command have waked their sleepers, oped, and 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...

Bury it certain fathoms in the earth

and deeper than did ever plummet sound...

I'll drown my book

a 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

holy gonzalo, honourable man...

Mmine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, fall fellowly drops

the charm dissolves apace

and as the morning steals upon the night, melting the darkness...

S0 their rising senses begin to chase the ignorant fumes...

That mantle their clearer reason

o good gonzalo, my true preserver, and a loyal sir to him thou followest

I will pay thy graces home both in word and deed

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

thy brother was a furtherer in the act. Thou art pinched for it now, Sebastian

flesh and blood, you, brother mine...

That entertain ambition, expelled remorse and nature

who with Sebastian 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 that now lies foul and muddy

not one of them that yet looks on me or would know me

Ariel, fetch me my Duke's apparel in my cell

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

quickly, spirit, thou shalt ere long be free

where the bee sucks, there suck I, in a cowslip's bell I lie

there I couch when owls do cry, on the bat's back I do fly

after 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, but yet thou shalt have freedom

so, so, so. To the king's ship, invisible as thou art

there shalt thou find the mariners asleep under the hatches

the master and the boatswain being awake...

Enforce them to this place, and presently, I prithee

I drink the air before me, and return or ere your pulse twice beat

all torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement inhabits here

some heavenly power guide us out of this fearful country!

Behold, sir king, the wronged Duke of Milan, prospero

for more assurance that a living prince does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body

and to thee and thy companions, I bid a hearty welcome

whether thou be'st he or no, or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, as late I have 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

thy dukedom 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 honour cannot be measured or confined

whether this be or be not, I'll not swear

you do yet taste some subtleties of the isle, that will not let you believe things certain

welcome, my friends all

but you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you...

And justify you traitors. At this time, I will tell no tales

- the devil speaks in him - no

for you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother would even infect my mouth

I do forgive thy rankest faults, all of them, and require my dukedom of thee...

Which perforce I know thou must restore

if thou be'st prospero, give us particulars of thy preservation

how thou hast met us here...

Whom three hours since were wrecked upon this shore?

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 Patience says it is past her cure - I rather think you have not sought her help...

Of whose soft grace for the like loss, I have her sovereign aid, and rest myself content

- you the like loss? - As great to me as late, for I have lost my daughter

a daughter? O heavens, that they were living both in Naples, the king and queen there

that they were, I wish myself were mudded in that cozy bed where my son lies

- when did you lose your daughter? - In this last tempest

I perceive these lords at this encounter do so much admire...

That they devour their reason and scarce think their eyes do offices of truth

but, howsoever you have been jostled from your senses...

Know for certain that I am prospero, and that very Duke which was thrust forth of Milan

no more yet of this

for 'tis a chronicle of day by day, not a relation for a breakfast, nor befitting this first meeting

welcome

welcome

this cell's my court, pray you look in

my dukedom since you have given me again, I will requite you with as good a thing

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

- sweet lord, you play me false - no, my dearest love, I would not for the world

yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, and I would call it fair play

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

a most high miracle

though the seas threaten, they are merciful. I have cursed them without cause

now all the blessings of a glad father compass thee about

arise, and say how thou cam'st here

o wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here

how beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such people in it

'tis new to thee

what is this maid with whom thou wast at play?

Is this 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, o, how oddly will it sound that I must ask my child forgiveness

there sir, stop. Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone

I have inly wept, or should have spoke ere this

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

for it is you that have chalked forth the way which brought us hither

- I say amen, gonzalo - o, 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 our selves 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

o, look, sir, look, sir! Here is more of us

I prophesied 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 since we gave out split...

Is tight and yare and bravely rigged as when we first put out to sea

sir, all this service have I done since I went

my tricksy spirit! Set caliban and his companions free. Untie the spell

- this is as strange a maze as ever men trod - how fares my gracious sir?

There are yet missing of your company some few odd lads that you remember not

coraggio, bully-monster, coraggio

if these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight

o setebos, these be brave spirits indeed

how fine my master is, I am afraid he will chastise me

- is not this Stephano, my drunken Butler? —- he is drunk now. Where had he wine?

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

I have been in such a pickle since I saw you last that, I fear me, will never out of my bones

- why, how now, Stephano - o, touch me not. I am not Stephano, but a cramp

- you'd be king of the isle, sirrah? — I should have been a sore one then

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

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

this is a strange thing as ever I looked on

he is as disproportioned in his manners as in his shape

his mother was a witch, and one so strong that could control the moon

these three have robbed me

and this Demi-devil for he's a 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

- hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it - or stole it, rather

what a thrice-double ass was I...

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

I shall be pinched to death

no

here, sirrah, take this. And retire into the cell

ay, that I will

and I'll be wise hereafter and seek for grace

sir, I invite your highness and your train to board the royal ship...

Where you shall take your rest for this one night

and so to Naples, where I have hope to see the nuptial of these our dear-beloved solemnised

and thence retire me to my Milan, where every third thought shall be my grave

I long to hear the story of your life, which must take the ear strangely

I'll deliver all...

And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales...

And sail so expeditious that shall catch your royal fleet far off

my Ariel, chick, that is thy charge. Then to the elements be free

and fare thou well

please you, draw near

now my charms are all o'erthrown

and what strength I have's mine own, which is most faint

now, 'tis true, I must be here confined by you, or sent to Naples

let me not, since I have my dukedom got and pardoned 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

as you from crimes would pardoned be, let your indulgence set me free