SCENE III.—Another part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and Others.
Gon. By'r la'kin,' I can go no farther, sir; My old bones ake: here's a maze trod, indeed, Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your patience, I needs must rest me. Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself attach'd 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 drown'd, Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go. Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of hope. [Aside to SEBASTIAN.
Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose That you resolv'd to effect.
For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance,
As when they are fresh.
Seb. [Solemn and strange music; and PROSPERO above, invis- ible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet: they dance about it with gentle actions of salutations; and, inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart.]
Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, hark! Gon. Marvellous sweet music!
Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these?
Seb. 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.
Ant. I'll believe both; And what does else want credit, come to me And I'll be sworn 'tis true: travellers ne'er did 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.
Thou hast said well; for some of you there present, Are worse than devils. Alon. I cannot too much muse, [ing Such shapes, such gestures,2 and such sounds, express- (Although they want the use of tongue) a kind Öf excellent dumb discourse. Pro.
[Aside.] Praise in departing. Fran. They vanish'd strangely. Seb.
They have left their viands behind, for we have stomachs.
Will't please you taste of what is here?
Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at them
Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men, Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now, we find, Each putter-out of five for one will bring us Good warrant of. Alon. 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.
Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL, like a harpy, claps his wings upon the table, and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes.
Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny (That hath to instrument this lower world, And what is in't) the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up, and on this island Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad :5 And even with such like valour men hang and drown Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate: the elements,
[ALON., SEB., &c., draw their Swords. Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish One dowle' 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; Expos'd unto the sea (which hath requit it) Him, and his innocent child: for which foul deed The powers, delaying not forgetting, have Incens'd 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.
He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mocks and mowes, and carry out the table.
Pro. [Above.] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast
Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring. Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated, In what thou hadst 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; And in these fits I leave them, while I visit Young Ferdinand, (whom they suppose is drown'd) And his and my lov'd darling. [Exit PROSPERO. Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you In this strange stare? Alon.
O, it is monstrous! monstrous ! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder,
Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd boys,
The name of Prosper: it did base my trespass.
1 By our lady-kin. 2 gesture in f. e. 3 sound: in f. e. 4 A custom of old travellers to put out a sum of money at interest, at the outset of a journey, for which they received at the rate of five to one, if they returned. 5 f. e. insert here this direction: Seeing ALON., SEB., &c., draw their Swords. 6 Omitted in f. e. 7 A feather or particle of down. 8 Aside in f. e.
SCENE I-Before PROSPERO's Cell. Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA. Pro. If I have too austerely punish'd you, Your compensation makes amends; for I Have given you here a thread' of mine own life, Or that for which I live: whom once again I tender to thy hand. 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 off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, And make it halt behind her.
Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: but If thou dost break her virgin knot before All sanctimonious ceremonies may, With full and holy rite, be minister'd, No 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. Fer.
Iris. 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 thatch'd with stover, them to keep; Thy banks with pioned" and tilled brims, Which spongy April at thy hest betrims,
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy brown' groves,
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard; And thy sea-marge, steril, and rocky-hard, Where thou thyself dost air; the queen o' 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,
[Juno descends slowly.o To come and sport. Her peacocks fly amain: Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain. Enter CERES.
Cer. Hail, many-colour'd 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 unshrubb'd down, Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen Summon'd me hither, to this short-graz'd green ? Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate, And some donation freely to estate On the bless'd lovers.
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,
4 Coarse grass, used sometimes for covering farm-buildings. 5 pion- omitted in most modern editions; "slowly" is added in the MS., 1632.
Juno. Honour, riches, marriage, blessing, Long continuance, and increasing, Hourly joys be still upon you! Juno sings her blessings on you.1 Earth's increase, foison plenty, Barns, and garners never empty ; Vines, with clust'ring bunches growing; Plants, with goodly burden bowing; Rain2 come to you, at the farthest, In the very end of harvest!
Scarcity and want shall shun you; Ceres' blessing so is on you.
Fer. 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 call'd to enact
So rare a wonder'd father, and a wife,3
Makes this place Paradise.
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, 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 vex'd: Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled : Be not disturb'd with my infirmity.
If you be pleas'd retire into my cell, And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,
To still my beating mind.
We wish your peace. [Exeunt. Pro. Come with a thought!-I thank thee.-Ariel, come!
Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure? Pro. Spirit,
We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
Ari. Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres, I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd Lest I might anger thee.
Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? Ari. 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 unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears, Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses, As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears,
[JUNO and CERES whisper, and send IRIS on employment. That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through Pro. Sweet now, silence!
Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;
There's something else to do. Hush, and be mute, Or else our spell is marr'd.
Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the winding brooks,
With your sedge1 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 sun-burn'd sicklemen, of August weary, Come hither from the furrow, and be merry. Make holy-day: your rye-straw hats put on, And these fresh nymphs encounter every one In country footing.
Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end where- of PROS. starts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish. Pro. [Aside.] I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates, Against my life; the minute of their plot Is almost come.-[To the Spirits.] Well Avoid ;-no more.
Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking gorse, and thorns, Which enter'd their frail skins: at last I left them I' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake O'erstunk their feet.
Pro. 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.
Ari. I go, I go. [Exit. Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture never can 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, Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, &c. Even to roaring.—Come, hang them on this line. ARIEL hangs them on the line, and with PROSPERO remains unseen.8
Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet. Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may
Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.
Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is a harmdone.-less fairy, has done little better than played the Jack'
Fer. This is strange: your father's in some passion That works him strongly.
Mira. Never till this day, Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd. Pro. You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort,
As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir. Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
1 In f. e. the remainder of the song is given to Ceres.
6 shins in f. e. 7 A decoy.
Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss, at which my nose is in great indignation.
Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you; look you,—
Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster.
Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still. Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to
2 Spring in f. e. 3 wise in f. e. 4 sedg'd: in f. e. 5 A vapor, from reek.
8 f. e. have only the direction, PROSPERO and ARIEL remain unseen. 9 Jack o' lantern.
Shall hood-wink this mischance: therefore, speak softly; All's hush'd as midnight yet.
Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,— Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss.
Trin. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster.
Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour.
Cal. Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here? This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter: Do that good mischief, which may make this island Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
Ste. Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
Trin. Do, do we steal by line and level, and 't like your grace.
Ste. I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for 't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this country. "Steal by line and level," is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for 't.
Trin. Monster, come; put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.
Cal. I will have none on 't: we shall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes With foreheads villainous low.
Ste. Monster, lay to your fingers: help to bear this away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom. Go to; carry this.
Trin. And this.
Ste. Ay, and this.
Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Ste-[A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in phano! look, what a wardrobe here is for thee !
shape of hounds, and hunt them about; PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on.]
Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!
Ari. Silver! there it goes, Silver !
Pro. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark! [CAL., STE., and TRIN. are driven out. Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews
Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean, | With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them, To doat thus on such luggage? Let 't alone, Than pard, or cat o' mountain. [Cries and roaring.3 And do the murder first: if he awake, Ari. Hark! they roar. Pro. Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies: Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little, Follow, and do me service.
From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches ; Make us strange stuff.
Ste. Be you quiet, monster.-Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.
SCENE I.-Before the Cell of PROSPERO. Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes; and ARIEL. Pro. 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? Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease.
Pro. I did say so, When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and 's followers? Ari. Confin'd together In the same fashion as you gave in charge; Just as you left them: all prisoners, sir, In the line-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, Brim-full of sorrow, and dismay; but chiefly Him that you term'd, 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.
Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit ?
Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pro.
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 mov'd than thou art? Tho' 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 farther. Go; release them, Ariel. My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves. Ari. I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;
And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that By moonshine do the green-sward' 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 be-dimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd 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-bas'd promontory Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar: graves, at my command, Have waked their sleepers; oped, and let them forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic
1 Not in f. e. 2 An old clo' shop. 3 Not in f. e. 4 The old word for lime. 5 green-sour: in f. e.
I here abjure; and, when I have requir'd 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. [Solemn music. Re-enter ARIEL: after him ALONSO, with a frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and AN- TONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: they all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks.
A solemn air, and the best comforter To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, For you are spell-stopp'd.-
Noble1 Gonzalo, honourable man,
Mine eyes, even sociable to the flow of thine, Fall fellowly drops.--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.-O good Gonzalo ! My true preserver, and a loyal servant3 To him thou follow'st, 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 'rt pinch'd for 't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and blood, You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian, (Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong) Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee, Unnatural though thou art.-Their understanding Begins to swell, and the approaching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shores,
That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, That yet looks on me, e'er1 would know me.-Ariel, Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell; [Exit ARIEL. I will dis-case me, and myself present, As I was sometime Milan.-Quickly, spirit; Thou shalt ere long be free.
ARIEL re-enters singing, and helps to attire PROspero. Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell Í 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.
Pro. 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 pr'ythee.
Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat.
[Exit ARIEL. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabit here some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country!
Pro. [Attired as Duke.5] 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 company, I bid A hearty welcome.
1 Holy in f. e. 2 show in f. e. 3 sir in f. e.
Give us particulars of thy preservation : How thou hast met us here, who three hours since Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost, (How sharp the point of this remembrance is!) My dear son Ferdinand.
Pro. I am woe for 't, sir. Alon. Irreparable is the loss, and patience Says it is past her cure. I rather think,
Pro. You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, For the like loss I have her sovereign aid, And rest myself content.
Alon. Pro. As great to me, as late; and, supportable To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you, for I Have lost my 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 oozy bed
Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? Pro. 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, their words. Are natural breath; but, howsoe'er you have Been justled from your senses, know for certain, That I am Prospero, and that very duke Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed, To be the lord on 't. 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, sir;
This cell's my court: here have I few attendants, And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
My dukedom since you have given me again,
5 Not in f. e. 6 trifle : in f. e. fault: in f. e.
: 7 tinfo.
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