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The Tempest  (1623) 
by William Shakespeare
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Τ Η Ε

Τ E M P E S T.

Actus primus, Scena prima.

A tempeſtuous noiſe of Thunder and Lightening heard: Enter a Ship-maſter, and a Boteſwaine.

Maſter.

BOte-ſwaine.

Boteſ. Heere Maſter: What cheere?

Maſt. Good: Speake to th' Mariners: fall too't, yarely, or we run our ſelues a ground, beſtirre, beſtirre.Exit.

Enter Mariners.

Boteſ. Heigh my hearts, cheerely, cheerely my harts: yare, yare: Take in the toppe-ſale: Tend to th'Maſters whistle: Blow till thou burſt thy winde, if roome enough.

Enter Alonſo, Sebaſtian, Anthonio, Ferdinando, Gonzalo, and others.

Alon. Good Boteſwaine haue care: where's the Maſter? Play the men.

Boteſ. I pray now keepe below.

Anth. Where is the Maſter, Boſon?

Boteſ. Do you not heare him? you marre our labour, Keepe your Cabines: you do aſsiſt the ſtorme.

Gonz. Nay, good be patient.

Boteſ. When the Sea is: hence, what cares theſe roarers for the name of King? to Cabine; ſilence: trouble vs not.

Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou haſt aboord.

Boteſ. None that I more loue then my ſelfe. You are a Counſellor, if you can command theſe Elements to ſilence, and worke the peace of the preſent, wee will not hand a rope more, vſe your authoritie: If you cannot, giue thankes you haue liu'd ſo long, and make your ſelfe readie in your Cabine for the miſchance of the houre, if it ſo hap. Cheerely good hearts: out of our way I ſay.Exit.

Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks be hath no drowning marke vpon him, his complexion is perfect Gallowes: ſtand faſt good Fate to his hanging, make the rope of his deſtiny our cable, for our owne doth little aduantage: If he be not borne to bee bang'd, our caſe is miſerable. Exit.

Enter Boteſwaine.

Boteſ. Downe with the top-Maſt: yare , lower, lower, bring her to Try with Maine-courſe. A plague———
A cry within.Enter Sebaſtian, Anthonio & Gonzalo.
vpon this howling: they are lowder then the weather, or our office: yet againe? What do you heere? Shal we giue ore and drowne, haue you a minde to ſinke?

Sebaſ. A poxe o’your throat, you bawling, blaſphemous incharitable Dog.

Boteſ. Worke you then.

Antb. Hang cur, hang, you whoreſon inſolent Noyſe-maker, we are leſſe afraid to be drownde, then thou art.

Gonz. I'le warrant him for drowning, though the Ship were no ſtronger then a Nutt-ſhell, and as leaky as an vnſtanched wench.

Boteſ. Lay her a hold, a hold, ſet her two courſes off to Sea againe, lay her off.

Enter Mariners wet.

Mari. All loſt, to prayers, to prayers, all loſt.

Boteſ. What muſt our mouths be cold?

Gonz. The King, and Prince, at prayers, let's aſſiſt them, for our caſe is as theirs.

Sebaſ. I'am out of patience.

An. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards, This wide-chopt-raſcall, would thou mightiſt lye drowning the waſhing of ten Tides.

Gonz. Hee'l be hang'd yet, Though euery drop of water ſweare againſt it, And gape at widſt to glut him. A confuſed noyſe within.
Mercy on vs. We ſplit, we ſplit, Farewell my wife, and children, Farewell brother: we ſplit, we ſplit, we ſplit.

Anth. Let's all ſinke with’ King

Seb. Let's take leaue of him. Exit.

Gonſ. Now would I giue a thouſand furlongs of Sea, for an Acre of barren ground: Long heath, Browne firrs, any thing; the wills aboue be done, but I would faine dye a dry death. Exit.

Scena Secunda.

Enter Proſpero and Miranda.

Mira. If by your Art (my deereſt father) you haue Put the wild waters in this Rore; alay them: The skye it ſeemes would powre down ſtinking pitch, But that the Sea, mounting to th’ welkins cheeke, Daſhes the fire out. Oh! I haue ſuffered

With thoſe that I ſaw ſuffer: A braue veſſell

(Who had no doubt ſome noble creature in her)
Daſh'd all to peeces: O the cry did knocke
Againſt my very heart: poore ſoules, they periſh'd.
Had I byn any God of power, I would
Haue ſuncke the Sea within the Earth, or ere
It ſhould the good Ship ſo haue ſwallow'd, and
The fraughting Soules within her.

Proſ. Be collected,
No more amazement: Tell your pitteous heart
there's no harme done.

Mira. O woe, the day.

Proſ. No harme:
I haue done nothing, but in care of thee
(Of thee my deere one; thee my daughter) who
Art ignorant of what thou art. naught knowing
Of whence I am: nor that I am more better
Then Proſpero, Maſter of a full poore cell,
And thy no greater Father.

Mira. More to know
Did neuer medle with my thoughts.

Proſ. 'Tis time
I ſhould informe thee farther: Lend thy hand
And plucke my Magick garment from me: So,
Lye there my Art: wipe thou thine eyes, haue comfort,
The direfull ſpectacle of the wracke which touch'd
The very vertue of compaſſion in thee:
I haue with ſuch prouiſion in mine Art
So ſafely ordered, that there is no ſoule
No not ſo much perdition as an hayre
Betid to any creature in the veſſell
Which thou heardſt cry, which thou ſaw'ſt ſinke: Sit
For thou muſt now know farther. [downe,

Mira. You haue often
Begun to tell me what I am, but ſtopt
And left me to a booteleſſe Inquiſition,
Concluding, ſtay: not yet.

Proſ. The howr's now come
The very minute byds thee ope thine eare,
Obey, and be attentive. Canſt thou remember
A time before we came vnto this Cell?
I doe not thinke thou canſt, for then thou was't not Out three yeeres old.

Mira. Certainely Sir, I can.

Proſ. By what? by any other houſe, or perſon?
Of any thing the Image, tell me, that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Mira. 'Tis farre oft:
And rather like a dreame, then an aſſurance
That my remembrance warrants: Had I not
Fowre, or fiue women once, that tended me?

Proſ. Thou hadſt; and more Miranda: But how is it
That this liues in thy minde ? What ſeeſt thou els
In the dark-backward and Abiſme of Time?
Yf thou remembreſt ought ere thou cam'ſt here,
How thou cam'ſt here thou maiſt.

Mira. But that I doe not.

Proſ. Twelue yere ſince (Miranda) twelue yere ſince,
Thy father was the Duke of Millaine and
A Prince of power:

Mira. Sir, are not you my Father?

Proſ. Thy Mother was a peece of vertue, and
She ſaid thou waſt my daughter; and thy father
Was Duke of Millaine, and his onely heire,
And Princeſſe; no worſe Iſſued.

Mira. O the heauens,
What fowle play had we, that we came from thence?
Or bleſſed was't we did?

Proſ. Both, both my Girle.
By fowle-play (as thou ſaiſt) were we heau'd thence,
But bleſſedly holpe hither.

Mira. O my heart bleedes
To thinke oth' teene that I haue turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance, pleaſe you, farther;

Proſ. My brother and thy vncle, call’d Anthonio:
I pray thee marke me, that a brother ſhould
Be ſo perfidious: he, whom next thy ſelfe
Of all the world I lou'd, and to him put
The mannage of my ſtate, as at that time
Through all the ſignories it was the firſt,
And Proſpero, the prime Duke, being ſo reputed
In dignity; and for the liberall Artes,
Without a paralell; thoſe being all my ſtudie,
The Gouernment I caſt vpon my brother,
And to my State grew ſtranger, being tranſported
And rapt in ſecret studies, thy falſe vncle
(Do'ſt thou attend me?)

Mira. Sir, moſt heedefully.

Proſ. Being once perfected how to graunt ſuites,
how to deny them: who t'aduance, and who
To traſh for ouer-topping; new created
The creatures that were mine, I ſay, or chang'd 'em,
Or els new form'd 'em; hauing both the key,
Of Officer, and office, ſet all hearts i'th ſtate
To what tune pleas'd his eare, that now he was
The Iuy which had hid my princely Trunck,
And ſuckt my verdure out on't: Thou attend'ſt not?

Mira. O good Sir, I doe.

Proſ. I pray thee marke me:
I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To cloſenes, and the bettering of my mind
with that, which but by being ſo retir'd
Ore-priz'd all popular rate: in my falſe brother
Awak'd an euill nature, and my truſt
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falſehood in it's contrarie, as great
As my truſt was, which had indeede no limit,
A confidence ſans bound. He being thus Lorded,
Not onely with what my reuenew yeelded,
But what my power might els exact. Like one
Who hauing into truth, by telling of it,
Made ſuch a ſynner of his memorie
To credite his owne lie, he did beleeue
He was indeed the Duke, out o'th' Subſtitution
And executing th'outward face of Roialtie
With all prerogatiue: hence his Ambition growing:
Do'ſtthou heare?

Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafeneſſe.

Proſ. To haue no Schreene between this part he plaid,
And him he plaid it for, he needes will be
Abſolute Millaine, Me (poore man) my Librarie
Was Dukedome large enough: of temporall roalties
He thinks me now incapable. Confederates
(ſo drie he was for Sway) with King of Naples
To giue him Annuall tribute, doe him homage
Subiect his Coronet, to his Crowne and bend
The Dukedom yet vnbow'd (alas poore Millaine)
To moſt ignoble ſtooping.

Mira. Oh the heauens:

Proſ. Marke his condition, and th’euent, then tell me
If this might be a brother.

Mira. I ſhould ſinne
To thinke but Noblie of my Grand-mother,

Good

Good wombes haue borne bad ſonnes.

Pro. Now the Condition.
This King of Naples being an Enemy
To me inueterate, hearkens my Brothers ſuit,
Which was, That he in lieu o'th' premiſes,
Of homage, and I know not how much Tribute,
Should preſently extirpate me and mine
Out of the Dukedome, and confer faire Millaine
With all the Honors, on my brother: Whereon
A treacherous Armie leuied, one mid-night
Fated to th' purpoſe, did Anthonio open
The gates of Millaine, and ith' dead of darkeneſſe
The miniſters for th' purpoſe hurried thence
Me, and thy crying ſelfe.

Mir. Alack, for pitty:
I not remembring how I cride out then
Will cry it ore againe: it is a hint
That wrings mine eyes too't.

Pro. Heare a little further,
And then I'le bring thee to the preſent buſineſſe
Which now's vpon's: without the which, this Story
Were moſt impertinent.

Mir. Wherefore did they not
That howre deſtroy vs?

Pro. Well demanded, wench:
My Tale prouokes that queſtion: Deare, they durft not,
So deare the loue my people bore me: nor ſet
A marke ſo bloudy on the buſineſſe; but
With colours fairer, painted their foule ends.
In few, they hurried vs a-boord a Barke,
Bore vs ſome Leagues to Sea, where they prepared
A rotten carkaſſe of a Butt, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, ſayle, nor maſt, the very rats
Inſtinctiuely haue quit it: There they hoyft vs
To cry to th' Sea, that roard to vs; to ſigh
To th' windes, whoſe pitty fighing backe againe
Did vs but louing wrong.

Mir. Alack, what trouble
Was I then to you?

Pro. O, a Cherubin
Thou was't that did preſerve me; Thou didſt ſmile,
Infuſed with a fortitude from heauen,
When I haue deck'd the ſea with drops full ſalt,
Vnder my burthen groan'd, which raiſ'd in me
An undergoing ſtomacke, to beare vp
Againſt what ſhould enſue.

Mir. How came we a ſhore?

Pro. By providence diuine,
Some food, we had, and ſome freſh water, that
A noble Neopolitan Gonzalo
Out of his Charity, (who being then appointed
Mafter of this deſigne) did giue vs, with
Rich garments, linnens, ſtuffs, and neceſſaries
Which ſince haue ſteeded much, fo of his gentleneſſe
Knowing I lou'd my bookes, he furniſhd me
From mine owne Library, with volumes, that
I prize aboue my Dukedome.

Mir. Would I might
But euer ſee that man.

Pro. Now I ariſe,
Sit ſtill, and heare the laſt of our ſea-ſorrow:
Heere in this Iland we arriu'd, and heere
Have I, thy Schoolemaſter, made thee more profit
Then other Princeſſe can, that haue more time
For vainer howres; and Tutors, not ſo carefull.

Mir. Heuens thank you for't. And now I pray you Sir,
For ſtill 'tis beating in my minde; your reaſon
For rayſing this Sea-ſtorme?

Pro. Know thus far forth,
By accident moſt ſtrange, bountifull Fortune
(Now my deere Lady) hath mine enemies
Brought to this ſhore: And by my preſcience
I finde my Zenith doth depend vpon
A moſt auſpitious ſtarre, whoſe influence
If now I court not, but omit; my fortunes
Will euer after droope: Heare ceaſe more queſtions,
Thou art inclinde to ſleepe: 'tis a good dulneſſe,
And giue it way: I know thou canſt not chuſe:
Comeaway, Seruant, come; I am ready now,
Approach my Ariel. Come. Enter Ariel.

Ari. All haile, great Maſter, graue Sir, haile: I come
To anſwer thy beſt pleaſure; be't to fly,
To ſwim, to diue into the fire: to ride
On the curld clowds: to thy ſtrong bidding, taske
Ariel, and all his Qualitie.

Pro. Haſt thou, Spirit,
Performd to point, the Tempeſt that I bad thee.

Ar. To euery Article.
I boorded the Kings ſhip: now on the Beake,
Now in the Waſte, the Decke, in euery Cabyn,
I flam'd amazement, ſometime I’ld diuide
And burne in many places; on the Top-maſt,
The Yards and Bore-ſpritt, would I flame diſtinctly,
Then meete, and ioyne. Ioues Lightning, the precurſers
O'th dreadfull Thunder-claps more momentarie
And ſight out-running were not; the fire, and cracks
Of ſulphurous roaring, the moſt mighty Neptune
Seeme to beſiege, and make his bold waues tremble,
Yea, his dread Trident ſhake.

Pro. My braue Spirit,
Who was ſo firme, ſo conſtant, that this coyle
Would not infect his reaſon?

Ar. Not a ſoule
But felt a Feauer of the madde, and plaid
Some tricks of deſperation; all but Mariners
Plung'd in the foaming bryne, and quit the veſſell;
Then all a fire with me the Kings ſonne Ferdinand
With haire vp-ſtaring (then like reeds, not haire)
Was the firſt man that leapt; cride hell is empty,
And all the Diuels are heere.

Pro. Why that's my ſpirit:
But was not this nye ſhore?

Ar. Cloſe by, my Maſter.

Pro. But are they (Ariell) ſafe?

Ar. Not a haire perifhd:
On their ſuſtaining garments not a blemiſh,
But freſher then before: and as thou badſt me,
In troops I haue diſperſd them 'bout the Iſle:
The Kings ſonne haue I landed by himſelfe,
Whom I left cooling of the Ayre with ſighes,
In an odde Angle of the Iſle, and ſitting
His armes in this ſad knot.

Pro. Of the Kings ſhip,
The Marriners, ſay how thou haſt diſpoſd,
And all the reſt o'th'Fleete?

Ar. Safely in harbour
Is the Kings ſhippe, in the deepe Nooke, where once Thou calldſt me vp at midnight to fetch dewe
From the ſtill-vext Bermoorbes, there ſhe's hid;
The Marriners all vnder hatches ſtowed,
Who, with a Charme ioynd to their ſuffred labour
I haue left aſleep: and for the reſt o'th' Fleet

(Which I diſpers’d) they all have met againe,
And are vpon the Mediterranian Flote
Bound ſadly home for Naples,
Suppoſing that they ſaw the Kings ſhip wrackt,
And his great perſon periſh.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform’d; but there's more worke:
What is the time o'th'day?

Ar. Paft the mid ſeaſon.
Pro. At leaſt two Glaſſes: the time 'twixt ſix & now
Muſt by vs both be ſpent moſt preciouſly.

Ar. Is there more toyle? Since yͧ doſt giue me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou haſt promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro. How now? moodie?
What is't thou canſt demand?

Ar. My Libertie.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more:

Ar. I prethee,
Remember I haue done thee worthy ſeruice,
Told thee no lyes, made thee no miſtakings, ſerv'd
Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou did promiſe
To bate me a full yeere.

Pro. Do'ſt thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?Ar. No.
Pro. Thou do'ſt: & thinkſt it much to tread yͤ Ooze
Of the ſalt deepe;
To run vpon the ſharpe winde of the North,
To doe me buſineſſe in the veines o'th' earth
When it is bak'd with froſt.

Ar. I doe not Sir.

Pro. Thou lieſt, malignant Thing: haſt thou forgot
The fowle Witch Sycorax, who with Age and Enuy
Was growne into a hoope? haft thou forgot her?

Ar. No Sir.

Pro. Thou haſt: where was ſhe born? ſpeak: tell me:

Ar. Sir, in Argier.
Pro. Oh, was ſhe ſo: I muſt
Once in a moneth recount what thou haſt bin,
Which thou forgetſt. This damn'd Witch Sycorax
For miſchiefes manifold, and ſorceries terrible
To enter humane hearing,from Argier
Thou know'ſt was baniſh'd: for one thing ſhe did
They wold not take her life: Is not this true?Ar. I, Sir.

Pro. This blew ey'd hag, was hither brought with
And here was left by th’Saylors; thou my ſlaue,(child,
As thou reportſt thy ſelfe, was then her ſeruant,
And for thou waſt a Spirit too delicate
To act her earthy, and abhord commands,
Refuſing her grand heſts, ſhe did confine thee
By helpe of her more potent Miniſters,
And in her moſt vnmittigable rage,
Into a clouen Pyne, within which rift
Impriſon'd, thou didſt painefully remaine
A dozen yeeres: within which ſpace ſhe di'd,
And left thee there: where thou didſt vent thy groanes
As faſt as Mill-wheeles ſtrike: Then was this Iſland
(Saue for the Son, that he did littour heere,
A frekelld whelpe, hag-borne) not honour'd with
A humane ſhape.

Ar. Yes: Caliban her ſonne.

Pro. Dull thing, I ſay ſo: he, that Caliban
Whom now I keepe in ſeruice, thou beſt know'ſt
What torment I did finde thee in; thy grones
Did make wolues howle, and penetrate the breaſts
Of euer-angry Beares; it was a torment
To lay vpon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not againe vndoe: it was mine Art,
When I arriu'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The Pyne, and let thee out.

Ar. I thanke thee Maſter.

Pro. If thou more murmur'ſt, I will rend an Oake
And peg-thee in his knotty entrailes, till
Thou haſt howld away twelue winters.

Ar. Pardon, Mafter,
I will be correſpondent to command
And doe my ſpryting, gently.

Pro. Doe ſo: and after two daies
I will diſcharge thee.

Ar. That's my noble Maſter:
What ſhall I doe ? ſay what? what ſhall I doe?

Pro. Goe make thy ſelfe like a Nymph o'th'Sea,
Be ſubiect to no ſight but thine, and mine: inuiſible
To euery eye-ball elſe: goe take this ſhape
And hither come in't: goe: hence
With diligence. Exit.

Pro. Awake, deere hart awake, thou haſt ſlept well,
Awake.

Mir. The ſtrangenes of your ſtory, put
Heauineſſe in me.

Pro. Shake it off: Come on,
Wee'll viſit Caliban, my ſlaue, who neuer
Yeelds vs kinde anſwere.

Mir. 'Tis a villaine Sir, I doe not love to looke on.

Pro. But as 'tis
We cannot miſſe him: he do's make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, and ſerues in Offices
That profit vs: What hoa: ſlaue: Caliban:
Thou Earth, thou: ſpeake.

Cal. within. There's wood enough within.

Pro. Come forth I ſay, there's other buſines for thee:
Come thou Tortoys, when? Enter Ariel like a water-
Fine appariſion: my queint Ariel, Nymph.
Hearke in thine eare.

Ar. My Lord, it ſhall be done.Exit.

Pro. Thou poyſonous ſlaue, got by yͤ diuell himſelfe
Vpon thy wicked Dam; come forth. Enter Caliban.

Cal. As wicked dewe, as ere my mother bruſh'd
With Rauens feather from vnwholeſome Fen
Drop on you both: A Southweſt blow on yee,
And bliſter you all ore.

Pro. For this be ſure, to night thou ſhalt haue cramps,
Side-ſtitches, that ſhall pen thy breath vp, Vrchins
Shall for that vaſt of night, that they may worke
All exerciſe on thee: thou ſhalt be pinch'd
As thicke as hony-combe, each pinch more ſtinging
Then Bees that made 'em.

Cal. I muſt eat my dinner:
This Iſland's mine by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'ſt from me: when thou cam'ſt firſt
Thou ſtroakſt me, & made much of me: wouldſt giue me
Water with berries in't: and teach me how
To name the bigger Light, and how the leſſe
That burne by day, and night: and then I lou'd thee
And ſhew'd thee all the qualities o'th'Iſle,
The freſh Springs, Brine-pits; barren place and fertill,
Curs'd be I that did ſo: All the Charmes
Of Sycorax: Toades, Beetles, Batts light on you:
For I am all the Subiects that you haue,
Which firſt was min owne King: and here you ſty-me
In this hard Rocke, whiles you doe keepe from me
The reſt o'th'Iſland.

Pro. Thou moſt lying ſlaue,
Whom ſtripes may moue, not kindnes:I haue vs’d thee
(Filth as thou art) with humane care,and lodg'd thee
In mine owne Cell, till thou didſt ſeeke to violate
The honor of my childe.

Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, would't had bene done:
Thou didſt preuent me, I had peopel'd elſe
This Iſle with Calibans.

Mira. Abhorred Slaue,
Which any print of goodneſſe wilt not take,
Being capable of all ill: I pittied thee,
Took pains to make thee ſpeak, taught thee each houre
One thing or other: when thou didſt not (Sauage)
Know thine owne meaning; but wouldſt gabble, like
A thing moſt brutiſh , I endow'd thy purpoſes
With words that made them knowne: But thy vild race
(Tho thou didſt learn ) had that in't, which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore waſt thou
Deſeruedly confin'd into this Rocke, who hadſt
Deſeru'd more then a priſon.

Cal. You taught me Language, and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curſe: the red-plague rid you
For learning me your language.

Proſ. Hag-feed, hence:
Fetch vs in Fewell, and be quicke thou'rt beſt
To anſwer other buſineſſe: ſhrug'ſt thou (Malice)
If thou neglectſt, or doſt vnwillingly
What I command, Ile racke thee with old Crampes,
Fill all thy bones with Aches, make thee rore,
That beaſts ſhall tremble at thy dyn.

Cal. No, 'pray thee.
I muſt obey, his Art is of ſuch pow'r,
It would controll my Dams god Setebos,
And make a vaſſaile of him.

Proſ. So ſlaue, hence. Exit Cal.

Enter Ferdinand & Ariel, inuiſible playing & ſinging.



Ariel Song. Come unto theſe yellow ſands,
and then take hands:
Curtſied when you haue, and kiſt
the wilde waues whiſt:
Foote it featly heere, and there, and ſweete Sprights beare
the burthen.Burthen diſperſedly.
Harke, harke, bowgh wawgh: the watch-Dogges barke,
bowgh-wawgh
Ar. Hark, hark, I heare, the ſtraine of ſtrutting Chanticlere
cry cockadidle-dowe.

Fer. Where ſhold this Muſick be? I'th aire, or th'earth?
It ſounds no more: and ſure it waytes vpon
Some God'oth'Iland, ſitting on a banke,
Weeping againe the King my Fathers wracke.
This Muſicke crept by me vpon the waters,
Allaying both their fury, and my paſſion
With it's ſweet ayre: thence I haue follow'd it
(Or it hath drawne me rather) but 'tis gone.
No, it begins againe.

Ariell Song. Full fadom fiue thy Farber lies,
Of his bones are Corrall made:
Thoſe are pearles that were his eies,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth ſuffer a Sea-change
Into ſomething rich, & ſtrange:
Sea-Nimphs hourly ring his knell.

Burthen: ding dong.


Harke now I heare them, ding-dong bell.

Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd father,
This is no mortall buſines, nor no ſound
That the earth owes: I heare it now aboue me.

Pro. The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance,
And ſay what thou ſee'ſt yond.

Mira. What is't a Spirit?
Lord , how it lookes about: Beleeue me ſir,
It carries a braue forme. But 'tis a ſpirit.

Pro. No wench, it eats, and ſleeps, & hath ſuch ſenſes
As we haue: ſuch. This Gallant which thou ſeeſt
Was in the wracke: and but hee's ſomething ſtain'd
With greefe (that's beauties canker) yͧ might'ſt call him
A goodly perſon: he hath loſt his fellowes,
And ſtrayes about to finde 'em.

Mir. I might call him
A thing diuine, for nothing naturall
I euer ſaw ſo Noble.

Pro. It goes on I ſee
As my ſoule prompts it: Spirit, fine ſpirit, Ile free thee
Within two dayes for this.

Fer. Moſt ſure the Goddeſſe
On whom theſe ayres attend: Vouchſafe my pray'r
May know if you remaine vpon this Iſland,
And that you will ſome good inſtruction giue
How I may beare me heere: my prime requeſt
(Which I do laſt pronounce) is (O you wonder)
If you be Mayd, or no?

Mir. No wonder Sir,
But certainly a Mayd.

Fer. My Language? Heauens:
I am the beſt of them that ſpeake this ſpeech ,
Were I but where 'tis ſpoken.

Pro. How? the beſt?
What wer't thou if the King of Naples heard thee?

Fer. A ſingle thing, as I am now, that wonders
To heare thee ſpeake of Naples: he do's heare me,
And that he do's, I weepe: my ſelfe am Naples,
Who, with mine eyes (neuer ſince at ebbe) beheld
The King my Father wrack't.

Mir. Alacke, for mercy.

Fer. Yes faith, & all his Lords, the Duke of Millaine
And his braue ſonne, being twaine.

Pro. The Duke of Millaine
And his more brauer daughter, could controll thee
If now 'twere fit to do't: At the firſt ſight
They haue chang'd eyes: Delicate Ariel,
Ile ſet thee free for this. A word good Sir,
I feare you haue done your ſelfe ſome wrong: A word.

Mir. Why ſpeakes my father ſo vngently? This
Is the third man that ere I ſaw: the firſt
That ere I ſigh'd for: pitty moue my father
To be enclin'd my way.

Fer. O, if a Virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, Ile make you
The Queene of Naples.

Pro. Soft ſir, one word more.
They are both in eythers pow'rs: But this ſwift buſines
I muſt vneaſie make, leaſt too light winning
Make the prize light. One word more: I charge thee
That thou attend me: Thou do'ſt heere vſurpe
The name thou ow'ſt not, and haſt put thy ſelfe
Vpon this Iſland, as a ſpy, to win it
From me, the Lord on't.

Fer. No, as I am a man.

Mir. Ther's nothing ill, can dwell in ſuch a Temple,
If the ill-ſpirit haue ſo fayre a houſe,
Good things will ſtriue to dwell with’t.

Pro. Follow me.

Proſ. Speake not you for him: hee's a Traitor: come,
Ile manacle thy necke and feete together:
Sea water ſhalt thou drinke: thy food ſhall be
The freſh-brooke Muſſels, wither'd roots, and huskes
Wherein the Acorne cradled. Follow.

Fer. No,
I will refiſt ſuch entertainment, till
Mine enemy ha's more pow'r.

He drawes, and is charmed from mouing.


Mira. O deere Father,
Make not too raſh a triall of him, for
Hee's gentle, and not fearfull.

Proſ. What I ſay,
My foote my Tutor? Put thy ſword vp Traitor,
Who mak'ſt a ſhew, but dar'ſt not ſtrike: thy conſcience
Is ſo poſſeſt with guilt: Come, from thy ward,
For I can heere diſarme thee with this ſticke,
And make thy weapon drop.

Mira. Beſeech you Father.

Proſ. Hence: hang not on my garments.

Mira. Sir haue pity,
Ile be his ſurety.

Proſ. Silence: One word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee: What,
An aduocate for an Impoſtor? Huſh:
Thou think'ſt there is no more ſuch ſhapes as he,
(Hauing ſeene but him and Caliban:) Fooliſh wench,
To th’moſt of men, this is a Caliban,
And they to him are Angels.

Mira. My affections
Are then moſt humble: I haue no ambition
To ſee a goodlier man.

Proſ. Come on, obey:
Thy Nerues are in their infancy againe.
And haue no vigour in them.

Fer. So they are:
My ſpirits, as in a dreame, are all bound vp:
My Fathers loſſe, the weakneſſe which I feele,
The wracke of all my friends, nor this mans threats,
To whom I am ſubdude, are but light to me,
Might I but through my priſon once a day
Behold this Mayd: all corners elſe o’th’Earth
Let liberty make vſe of: ſpace enough
Haue I in ſuch a priſon.

Proſ. It workes: Come on.
Thou haſt done well, fine Ariell: follow me,
Harke what thou elſe ſhalt do mee.

Mira. Be of comfort,
My Fathers of a better nature (Sir)
Then he appeares by ſpeech: this is vnwonted
Which now came from him.

Proſ. Thou ſhalt be as free
As mountaine windes; but then exactly do
All points of my command.

Ariell. To th'ſyllable.

Proſ. Come follow: ſpeake not for him. Exeunt.



Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima.




Enter Alonſo, Sebaſtian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,
Franciſco, and others.


Gonz. Beſeech you Sir, be merry; you haue cauſe,
(So haue we all) of ioy; for our eſcape
Is much beyond our loſſe; our hint of woe
Is common, euery day, ſome Saylors wife,
The Maſters of ſome Merchant, and the Merchant
Haue iuſt our Theame of woe: But for the miracle,
(I meane our preſeruation) few in millions
Can ſpeake like vs: then wiſely (good Sir) weigh
Our ſorrow, with our comfort.

Alonſ. Prethee peace.

Seb. He receiues comfort like cold porredge.

Ant. The Viſitor will not giue him ore ſo.

Seb. Looke, hee's winding up the watch of his wit,
By and by it will ſtrike.

Gon. Sir.

Seb. One: Tell.

Gon. When euery greefe is entertaind,
That's offer'd comes to th'entertainer.

Seb. A dollor.

Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed, you haue ſpoken truer
then you purpos'd.

Seb. You haue taken it wiſelier then I meant you
ſhould.

Gon. Therefore my Lord.

Ant. Fie, what a ſpend-thrift is he of his tongue.

Alon. I pre-thee ſpare.

Gon. Well, I haue done: But yet

Seb. He will be talking.

Ant. Which, of he, or Adrian, for a good wager,
Firſt begins to crow?

Seb. The old Cocke.

Ant. The Cockrell.

Seb. Done: The wager?

Ant. A Laughter.

Seb. A match.

Adr. Though this Iſland ſeeme to be deſert.

Seb. Ha, ha, ha.

Ant. So: you’r paid.

Adr. Vninhabitable, and almoſt inacceſſible.

Seb. Yet

Adr. Yet

Ant. He could not miſſe't.

Adr. It muſt needs be of ſubtle, tender, and delicate
temperance.

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. I, and a ſubtle, as he moſt learnedly deliver'd.

Adr. The ayre breathes vpon vs here moſt ſweetly.

Seb. As if it had Lungs, and rotten ones.

Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a Fen.

Gon. Heere is euery thing aduantageous to life.

Ant. True, ſaue meanes to liue.

Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

Gon. How luſh and luſty the graſſe lookes?
How greene?

Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.

Seb. With an eye of greene in't.

Ant. He miſſes not much.

Seb. No: he doth but miſtake the truth totally.

Gon. But the rariety of it is, which is indeed almoſt beyond credit.

Seb. As many voucht rarieties are.

Gon. That our Garments being (as they were) drencht in the Sea, hold notwithſtanding their freſhneſſe and gloſſes, being rather new dy'de then ſtaind with ſalte water.

Ant. If but one of his pockets could ſpeake, would it not ſay he lyes?

Seb. I, or very falſely pocket vp his report.

Gon. Me thinkes our garments are now as freſh as
when we put them on firſt in Affricke, at the marriage
of the kings faire daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis.

Seb. 'Twas a ſweet marriage, and we proſper well in
our returne.

Adri. Tunis was neuer grac'd before with ſuch a Paragon to their Queene.

Gon. Not fince widdow Dido's time.

Ant. Widow? A pox o'that: how came that Widdow in? Widdow Dido!

Seb. What if he had ſaid Widdower Æneas too?
Good Lord, how you take it?

Adri. Widdow Dido ſaid you? You make me ſtudy
of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis.

Gon. This Tunis Sir was Carthage.

Adri. Carthage?Gon. I aſſure you Carthage.

Ant. His word is more then the miraculous Harpe.

Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houſes too.

Ant. What impoſsible matter wil he make eaſy next?

Seb. I thinke hee will carry this Iſand home in his pocket, and giue it his fonne for an Apple.

Ant. And ſowing the kernels of it in the Sea, bring
forth more Illands.

Gon. I. Ant. Why in good time.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments ſeeme
now as freth as when we were at Tunis at the marriage
of your daughter, who is now Queene.

Ant. And the rareft that ere came there.

Seb. Bate (I beſeech you) widdow Dido.

Ant. O Widdow Dido? I, Widdow Dido.

Gon. Is not Sir my doublet as freſh as the firſt day I
wore it? I meane in a fort.

Ant. That ſort was well fiſh'd for.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughters marriage.

Alon. You cram theſe words into mine eares, againſt
the ſtomacke of my ſenſe: would I had neuer
Married my daughter there: For comming thence
My ſonne is loſt, and (in my rate) ſhe too,
Who is ſo farre from Italy removed,
I ne're againe ſhall ſee her: O thou mine heire
Of Naples and of Millaine, what ſtrange fiſh
Hath made his meale on thee?

Fran. Sir he may liue,
I saw him beate the ſurges vnder him,
And ride vpon their backes; he trod the water
Whoſe enmity he flung aſide: and breſted
The ſurge moſt ſwolne that met him: his bold head
'Boue the contentious waues he kept. and oared
Himſelfe with his good armes in luſty ſtroke
To th'fhore; that ore his waue-worne baſis bowed
As ſtooping to releeue him: I not doubt
He came aliue to Land.

Alon. No, no, hee's gone.

Seb. Sir you may thank your ſelfe for this great loſſe,
That would not bleſſe our Europe with your daughter,
Bat rather looſe her to an Affrican ,
Where ſhe at leaſt, is baniſh'd from your eye,
Who hath cauſe to wet the greefe on't.

Alon. Pre-thee peace.

Seb. You were kneel'd too, & importun'd otherwiſe
By all of vs: and the faire ſoule her ſelfe
Waigh'd betweene loathneſſe, and obedience, at
Which end o’th'beame ſhould bow: we haue loſt your
I feare for euer: Millaine and Naples haue(ſon,
Mo widdowes in them of this buſineſſe making,
Then we bring men to comfort them:
The faults your owne.

Alon. So is the deer'ſt oth'loſſe.

Gon. My Lord Sebaſtian,
The truth you ſpeake doth lacke ſome gentleneſſe,
And time to ſpeake it in: you rub the ſore,
When you ſhould bring the plaiſter.

Seb. Very well.Ant. And moſt Chirurgeonly.

Gon. It is foule weather in vs all, good Sir,
When you are cloudy.

Seb. Fowle weather?Ant. Very foule.

Gon. Had I plantation of this Iſle my Lord.

Ant. Hee'd ſow't vvith Nettle-ſeed.

Seb. Or dockes, or Mallowes.

Gon. And were the King on't, what vvould I do?

Seb. Scape being drunke, for want of Wine.

Gon. I'th'Commonwealth I vvould (by contraries)
Execute all things: For no kinde of Trafficke
Would I admit: No name of Magiſtrate:
Letters ſhould not be knowne: Riches, pouerty,
And vſe of ſeruice, none: Contract, Succeſsion ,
Borne, bound of Land, Tilth, Vineyard none:
No vſe of Mettall, Corne, or Wine, or Oyle:
No occupation, all men idle, all:
And Women too, but innocent and pure:
No Soueraignty.

Seb. Yet he vvould be King on't.

Ant. The latter end of his Common-wealth forgets
the beginning.

Gon. All things in common Nature ſhould produce
Without ſweat or endeuour: Treaſon, fellony,
Sword, Pike, Knife, Gun, or neede of any Engine
Would I not have: but Nature ſhould bring forth
Of it owne kinde, all foyzon, all abundance
To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying 'mong his ſubiects?

Ant. None (man) all idle; Whores and knaues,

Gon. I vvould vvith ſuch perfection gouerne Sir:
T'Excell the Golden Age.

Seb. 'Saue his Maieſty.Ant. Long liue Gonzalo.

Gon. And do you marke me, Sir?(me.

Alon. Pre-thee no more: thou doſt talke nothing to

Gon. I do vvell beleeue your Highneſſe, and did it
to miniſter occaſion to theſe Gentlemen, who are of
ſuch ſenſible and nimble Lungs, that they alwayes vſe
to laugh at nothing.

Ant. 'Twas you vve laugh'd at.

Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling am nothing
to you: ſo you may continue, and laugh at nothing ſtill.

Ant. What a blow vvas there giuen?

Seb. And it had not falne flat-long.

Gon. You are Gentlemen of braue mettal: you would
lift the Moone out of her ſpheare, if ſhe would continue
in it fiue weekes vvithout changing.

Enter Ariell playing ſolemne Muficke.


Seb. We vvould ſo, and then go a Bat-fowling.

Ant. Nay good my Lord , be not angry.

Gon. No I warrant you, I vvill not aduenture my
diſcretion ſo weakly: Will you laugh me aſleepe, for I
am very heauy.

Ant. Go ſleepe, and heare vs.

Alon. What, all ſo ſoone aſleepe? I wiſh mine eyes
Would(with themſelues) ſhut vp my thoughts,
I finde they are inclin'd to do ſo.

Seb. Pleaſe you Sir,
Do not omit the heauy offer of it:
It ſildome viſits ſorrow, when it doth, it is a Comforter.

Ant. We two my Lord, will guard your perſon,
While you take your reſt, and watch your ſafety.

Alon. Thanke you: Wondrous heauy.

Seb. What a ſtrange drowſines poſſeſſes them?

Ant. It is the quality o'th'Clymate.

Seb. Why
Doth it not then our eye-lids ſinke? I finde
Not my ſelfe diſpos'd to ſleep.

Ant. Nor I, my ſpirits are nimble:
They fell together all, as by conſent
They dropt, as by a Thunder-ſtroke: what might
Worthy Sebastian? O, what might? no more:
And yet, me thinkes I ſee it in thy face,
What thou ſhould'ſt be: th'occaſion ſpeaks thee, and
My ſtrong imagination ſee's a Crowne
Dropping vpon thy head.

Seb. What? art thou waking?

Ant. Do you not heare me ſpeake?

Seb. I do, and ſurely
It is a ſleepy Language; and thou ſpeak'ſt
Out of thy ſleepe: What is it thou did it ſay?
This is a ſtrange repoſe, to be aſleepe
With eyes wide open: ſtanding, ſpeaking, mouing:
And yet ſo faſt aſleepe.

Ant. Noble Sebaſtian,
Thou let'ſt thy fortune ſleepe: die rather: wink'ſt
Whiles thou art waking.

Seb. Thou do'ſt ſnore diſtinctly,
There's meaning in thy ſnores.

Ant. I am more ſerious then my cuſtome: you
Muſt be ſo too, if heed me: which to do,
Trebbles thee o're.

Seb. Well: I am ſtanding water.

Ant. Ile teach you how to flow.

Seb. Do ſo: to ebbe
Hereditary Sloth inſtructs me.

Ant. O!
If you but knew how you the purpoſe cheriſh
Whiles thus you mocke it: how in ſtripping it
You more inueſt it: ebbing men, indeed
(Moſt often) do fo neere the bottome run
By their owne feare, or ſloth.

Seb. 'Pre-thee ſay on,
The ſetting of thine eye, and cheeke proclaime
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throwes thee much to yeeld.

Ant. Thus Sir:
Although this Lord of weake remembrance; this
Who ſhall be of as little memory
When he is earth’d, hath here almoſt perſwaded
(For hee's a Spirit of perſwaſion, onely
Profeſſes to perſwade) the King his ſonne's aliue,
'Tis as impoſsible that hee's vndrown'd,
As he that ſleepes heere, ſwims.

Seb. I haue no hope
That hee's vndrown'd.

Ant. O, out of that no hope,
What great hope haue you? No hope that way, Is
Another way ſo high a hope, that euen
Ambition cannot pierce a winke beyond
But doubt diſcouery there. Will you grant with me
That Ferdinand is drown'd.

Seb. He's gone.

Ant. Then tell me,who's the next heire of Naples?

Seb. Claribell.

Ant. She that is Queene of Tunis: ſhe that dwels
Ten leagues beyond mans life: ſhe that from Naples
Can haue no note, vnleſſe the Sun were poſt:
The Man i'th Moone's too ſlow, till new-borne chinnes
Be rough, and Razor-able: She that from whom
We all were ſea-ſwallow'd, though ſome caſt againe,
(And by that deſtiny) to performe an act
Whereof, what's paſt is Prologue; what to come
In yours, and my diſcharge.

Seb. What ſtuffe is this? How ſay you?
'Tis true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tunis,
So is ſhe heyre of Naples, 'twixt which Regions
There is ſome ſpace.

Ant. A ſpace, whoſe eu'ry cubit
Seemes to cry out, how ſhall that Claribell
Meaſure vs backe to Naples? keepe in Tunis,
And let Sebaſtian wake. Say, this were death
That now hath ſeiz'd them, why they were no worſe
Then now they are: There be that can rule Naples
As well as he that ſleepes: Lords, that can prate
As amply, and vnneceſſarily
As this Gonzallo: I my ſelfe could make
A Chough of as deepe chat: O, that you bore
The minde that I do; what a ſleepe were this
For your aduancement? Do you vnderſtand me?

Seb. Me thinkes I do.

Ant. And how do's your content
Tender your owne good fortune?

Seb. I remember
You did ſupplant your Brothet Proſpero.

Ant. True:
And looke how well my Garments ſit vpon me,
Much feater then before: My Brothers ſeruants
Were then my fellowes, now they are my men.

Seb. But for your conſcience.

Ant. I Sir: where lies that? If 'twere a kybe
'Twould put me to my ſlipper: But I feele not
This Deity in my boſome: 'Twentie conſciences
That ſtand 'twixt me, and Millaine, candied be they,
And melt ere they molleſt: Heere lies your Brother,
No better then the earth he lies vpon,
If he were that which now hee's like (that's dead)
Whom I with this obedient ſteele (three inches of it)
Can lay to bed for euer: whiles you doing thus,
To the perpetuall winke for aye might put
This ancient morſell: this Sir Prudence, who
Should not vpbraid our courſe: for all the reſt
They'l take ſuggeſtion, as a Cat laps milke,
They'l tell the clocke, to any bufineſſe that
We ſay befits the houre.

Seb. Thy caſe, deere Friend
Shall be my preſident: As thou got'ſt Millaine,
I'le come by Naples: Draw thy ſword, one ſtroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou paieſt,
And I the King ſhall loue thee.

Ant. Draw together:
And when I reare my hand, do you the like
To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb. O, but one word.

Enter Ariell with Muſicke and Song.


Ariel. My Maſter through his Art foreſees the danger
That you (his friend) are in, and ſends me forth
(For elſe his proiect dies) to keepe them liuing.

Sings in Gonzaloes eare.


While you here do ſnoaring lie,
Open-ey'd Conſpiracie
His time doth take:


If of Life you keepe a care,
Shake off ſlumber and beware.
Awake, awake.


Ant. Then let vs both be ſodaine.

Gon. Now, good Angels preſerue the King.

Alo. Why how now hoa;awake? why are you drawn?
Wherefore this ghaftly looking?

Gon. What's the matter?

Seb. Whiles we ſtood here ſecuring your repoſe,
(Euen now) we heard a hollow burſt of bellowing
Like Buls, or rather Lyons, did't not wake you?
It ſtrooke mine eare moſt terribly.

Alo. I heard nothing.

Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a Monſters eare;
To make an earthquake: ſure it was the roare
Of a whole heard of Lyons.

Alo. Heard you this Gonzalo?

Gon. Vpon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming,
(And that a ſtrange one too) which did awake me:
I ſhak'd you Sir, and cride: as mine eyes opend,
I ſaw their weapons drawne: there was a noyſe,
That's verily: 'tis beſt we ſtand vpon our guard;
Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.

Alo. Lead off this ground & let's make further ſearch
For my poore ſonne.

Gon. Heauens keepe him from theſe Beaſts:
For he is ſure i'th Iſland.

Alo. Lead away.

(done.

Ariell. Proſpero my Lord, ſhall know what I haue

So (King) goe ſafely on to ſeeke thy Son.Exeunt.



Scæna Secunda.


Enter Caliban, with a burthen of Wood (a noyſe of
Thunder heard
.)


Cal. All the infections that the Sunne ſuckes vp
From Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Proſper fall, and make him
By ynch-meale a diſeaſe: his Spirits heare me,
And yet I needes muſt curſe.But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with Vrchyn-ſhewes,pitch me i'th mire,
Nor lead me like a fire-brand, in the darke
Out of my way, vnleffe he bid'em; but
For euery trifle, are they ſet vpon me,
Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after bite me: then like Hedg-hogs, which
Lye tumbling in my bare-foote way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall: ſometime am I
All wound with Adders, who with clouen tongues
Doe hiſſe me into madneſſe: Lo, now Lo,Enter
Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment meTrinculo.
For bringing wood in ſlowly : I'le fall flat,
Perchance he will not minde me.

Tri. Here's neither buſh , nor ſhrub to beare off any
weather at all: and another Storme brewing, I heare it
ſing ith' winde: yond ſame blacke cloud, yond huge
one, lookes like a foule bumbard that would ſhed his
licquor: if it ſhould thunder, as it did before, I know
not where to hide my head: yond ſame cloud cannot
chooſe but fall by paile-fuls. What haue we here,a man,
or a fiſh? dead or aliue? a fiſh, hee ſmels like a fiſh: a
very ancient and fiſh-like ſmell: a kinde of, not of the


neweſt poore-Iohn: a ſtrange fiſh: were I in England
now (as once I was) and had but this fiſh painted; not
a holiday-foole there but would giue a peece of ſiluer:
there, would this Monſter, make a man: any ſtrange
beaſt there, makes a man: when they will not giue a
doit to relieue a lame Begger, they will lay out ten to ſee
a dead Indian: Leg'd like a man; and his Finnes like
Armes: warme o’my troth: I doe now let looſe my o-
pinion; hold it no longer; this is no fiſh, but an Iſlan-
der, that hath lately ſuffered by a Thunderbolt: Alas,
the ſtorme is come againe: my beſt way is to creepe vn-
der his Gaberdine: there is no other ſhelter herea-
bout: Miſery acquaints a man with ſtrange bedfel-
lowes: I will here ſhrowd till the dregges of the ſtorme
be paſt.

Enter Stephano ſinging.


Ste. I ſhall no more to ſea, to ſea, here ſhall I dye aſhore.
This is a very ſcuruy tune to ſing at a mans
Funerall: well, here's my comfort.Drinkes.

Sings. The Maſter,the Swabber,the Boate-ſwaine & I;
The Gunner,and his Mate
Lou'd Mall,Meg,and Marrian,and Margerie,
But none of vs car'd for Kate.
For ſhe had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a Sailor goe hang:
She lou'd not the ſauour of Tar nor of Pitch,
Yet a Tailor might ſcratch her where ere ſhe did itch.
Then to Sea Boyes, and let her goe hang.
This is a ſcuruy tune too:
But here's my comfort.drinks.

Cal. Doe not torment me: oh.

Ste. What's the matter?
Haue we diuels here?
Doe you put trickes vpon's with Saluages, and Men of
Inde? ha? I haue not ſcap'd drowning, to be afeard
now of your foure legges: for it hath bin ſaid; as pro-
per a man as euer went on foure legs, cannot make him
giue ground: and it ſhall be ſaid ſo againe, while Ste-
phano breathes at'noſtrils.

Cal. The Spirit torments me: oh.

Ste. This is ſome Monſter of the Iſle, with foure legs;
who hath got (as I take it) an Ague: where the diuell
ſhould he learne our language? I will giue him ſome re-
liefe if it be but for that: if I can recouer him, and keepe
him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a Pre-
ſent for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-lea-
ther.

Cal. Doe not torment me 'prethee: I'le bring my
wood home faſter.

Ste. He's in his fit now ; and doe's not talke after the
wiſeft; hee ſhall taſte of my Bottle: if hee haue neuer
drunke wine afore, it will goe neere to remoue his Fit:
if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, I will not take
too much for him; hee ſhall pay for him that hath him,
and that ſoundly.

Cal. Thou do'ſt me yet but little hurt; thou wilt a-
non, I know it by thy trembling: Now Proſper workes
vpon thee.

Ste. Come on your wayes: open your mouth: here
is that which will giue 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 againe.

Tri. I ſhould know that voyce:
It ſhould be,

But hee is dround; and theſe are diuels; O de-
fend me.

Ste. Foure legges and two voyces; a moſt delicate
Monſter: his forward voyce now is to ſpeake well of
his friend; his backward voice, is to vtter foule ſpeeches,
and to detract: if all the wine in my bottle will recouer
him, I will helpe his Ague: Come: Amen, I will
poure ſome in thy other mouth.

Tri. Stephano.

Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me ? Mercy, mercy:
This is a diuell, and no Monſter: I will leaue him, I
haue no long Spoone.

Tri. Stephano: if thou beeſt Stephano, touch me, and
ſpeake to me: for I am Trinculo; be not afeard, thy
good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou bee'ſt Trinculo: come foorth: I'le pull
thee by the leſſer legges: if any be Trinculo's legges,
theſe are they: Thou art very Trinculo indeede: how
cam'ſt thou to be the ſiege of this Moone-calfe? Can
he vent Trinculo's?

Tri. I tooke him to be kild with a thunder-ſtrok; but
art thou not dround Stephano: I hope now thou art
not dround: Is the Storme ouer-blowne? I hid mee
vnder the dead Moone-Calfes Gaberdine, for feare of
the Storme: And art thou living Stephano? O Stephano,
two Neapolitanes ſcap'd?

Ste. 'Prethee doe not turne me about, my ſtomacke
is not conſtant.

Cal. Theſe be fine things, and if they be not ſprights:
that's a braue God, and beares Celeſtiall liquor: I will
kneele to him.

Ste. How did'ſt thou ſcape?
How cam'ft thou hither?
Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam'ft hither: I eſcap'd
vpon a But of Sacke, which the Saylors heaued o’re-
boord, by this Bottle which I made of the barke of
a Tree, with mine owne hands, fince I was caſt a’-
ſhore.

Cal. I'le ſweare vpon that Bottle, to be thy true ſub-
iect, for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Heere: ſweare then how thou eſcap'dſt.

Tri. Swom aſhore (man) like a Ducke: I can ſwim
like a Ducke i'le be ſworne.

Ste. Here, kiſſe the Booke.
Though thou canſt ſwim like a Ducke, thou art made
like a Gooſe.

Tri. O Stephano, ha'ſt any more of this?

Ste. The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rocke
by th’ſea-ſide, where my Wine is hid:
How now Moone-Calfe, how do's thine Ague?

Cal. Ha'ſt thou not dropt from heauen?

Ste. Out o'th Moone doe aſſure thee. I was the
Man ith' Moone, when time was.

Cal. I haue ſeene thee in her: and I doe adore thee:
My Miſtris ſhew'd me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Buſh.

Ste. Come, ſweare to that: kiſſe the Booke: I will
furniſh it anon with new Contents: Sweare.

Tri. By this good light, this is a very ſhallow Mon-
ſter: I afeard of him? a very weake Monſter:
The Man ith’ Moone?
A moſt poore creadulous Monſter:
Well drawne Monſter, in good ſooth.

Cal. Ile ſhew thee euery fertill ynch 'oth Iſland: and
I will kiſſe thy foote: I prethee be my god.

Tri. By this light, a moſt perfidious, and drunken
Monſter, when's god's a ſleepe he'll rob his Bottle.

Cal. Ile kiſſe thy foot. Ile ſweare my ſelfe thy Subiect.

Ste. Come on then: downe and ſweare.

Tri. I ſhall laugh my ſelfe to death at this puppi-hea-
ded Monſter: a moſt ſcuruie Monſter: I could finde in
my heart to beate him.

Ste. Come, kiſſe.

Tri. But that the poore Monſter's in drinke:
An abhominable Monſter.

Cal. I'le ſhew thee the beſt Springs: I’le plucke thee
Berries: I'le fiſh for thee; and get thee wood enough.
A plague vpon the Tyrant that I ſerue;
I'le beare him no more Stickes, but follow thee, thou
wondrous man.

Tri. A moſt rediculous Monſter,to make a wonder of
a poore drunkard.

Cal. I 'prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow;
and I with my long nayles will digge thee pig-nuts;
ſhow thee a Iayes neſt, and inſtruct thee how to ſnare
the nimble Marmazet: I'le bring thee to cluſtring
Philbirts, and ſometimes I'le get thee young Scamels
from the Rocke: Wilt thou goe with me?

Ste. I pre'thee now lead the way without any more
talking. Trinculo, the King, and all our company elſe
being dround, wee will inherit here: Here; beare my
Bottle: Fellow Trinculo; we'll fill him by and by a-
gaine.

Caliban Sings drunkenly.


Farewell Maſter; farewell, farewell.

Tri. A howling Monſter: a drunken Monſter.

Cal. No more dams I'le make for fiſh,
Nor fetch in firing, at requiring,
Nor ſcrape trenchering, nor waſh diſh,
Ban' ban' Cacalyban
Has a new Maſter, get a new Man.
Freedome, high-day, high-day freedome,freedome high-
day, freedome.

Ste. O braue Monſter; lead the way.Exeunt.



Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima.




Enter Ferdinand (bearing a Log.)


Fer. There be ſome Sports are painfull;& their labor
Delight in them ſet off: Some kindes of baſeneſſe
Are nobly vndergon; and moſt poore matters
Point to rich ends: this my meane Taske
Would be as heauy to me, as odious, but
The Miſtris which I ſerue, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours, pleaſures: O She is
Ten times more gentle, then her Father's crabbed;
And he's compos’d of harſhneſſe. I muſt remoue
Some thouſands of theſe Logs, and pile them vp,
Vpon a ſore iniunction; my ſweet Miftris
Weepes when ſhe ſees me worke, & ſaies, ſuch baſenes
Had neuer like Executor: I forget:
But theſe ſweet thoughts, doe euen refreſh my labours,
Moſt buſie leſt, when I doe it.Enter Miranda

Mir. Alas, now pray youand Proſpero.
Worke not ſo hard: I would the lightning had
Burnt vp thoſe Logs that you are enioynd to pile:
Pray ſet it downe, and reſt you: when this burnes
'T will weepe for hauing wearied you: my Father
Is hard at ſtudy; pray now reſt your ſelfe,

Hee's ſafe for theſe three houres.

Fer. O moſt deere Miſtris,
The Sun will ſet before I ſhall diſcharge
What I muſt ſtriue to do.

Mir. If you'l ſit downe
Ile beare your Logges the while: pray giue me that,
lle carry it to the pile.

Fer. No precious Creature,
I had rather cracke my ſinewes, breake my backe,
Then you ſhould ſuch diſhonor vndergoe,
While I ſit lazy by.

Mir. It would become me
As well as it do's you; and I ſhould do it
With much more eaſe: for my good will is to it,
And yours it is againſt.

Pro. Poore worme thou art infected,
This viſitation ſhewes it.

Mir. You looke wearily.

Fer. No, noble Miſtris, 'tis freſh morning with me
When you are by at night: I do beſeech you
Cheefely, that I might ſet it in my prayers,
What is your name?

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

Fer. Admir'd Miranda,
Indeede the top of Admiration, worth
What's deereſt to the world: full many a Lady
I have ey'd with beſt regard, and many a time
Th'harmony of their tongues, hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent eare: for ſeuerall vertues
Haue I lik'd ſeuerall women, neuer any
VVith ſo full ſoule, but ſome defect in her
Did quarrell with the nobleſt grace ſhe ow'd,
And put it to the foile. But you, O you,
So perfect, and ſo peetleſſe, are created
Of euerie Creatures beſt.

Mir. I do not know
One of my ſexe; no womans face remember,
Saue from my glaſſe, mine owne: Nor have I ſeene
More that I may call men, then you good friend,
And my deere Father: how features are abroad
I am skilleſſe of; but by my modeſtie
(The iewell in my dower) I would not wiſh
Any Companion in the world but you:
Nor can imagination forme a ſhape
Befides your ſelfe, to like of: but I prattle
Something too wildely, and my Fathers precepts
I therein do forget.

Fer. I am, in my condition
A Prince (Miranda) I do thinke a King
(I would not ſo) and would no more endure
This wodden ſlauerie, then to ſuffer
The flesh-flie blow my mouth: heare my ſoule ſpeake.
The verie inſtant that I ſaw you, did
My heart flie to your ſeruice, there reſides
To make me ſlaue to it, and for your ſake
Am I this patient Logge-man.

Mir. Do you loue me?

Fer. O heauen; O earth, beare witnes to this ſound,
And crowne what I profeſſe with kinde euent
If I ſpeake true: if hollowly, inuert
VVbat beſt is boaded me, to miſchiefe: I,
Beyond all limit of what elſe i'th world
Do loue, prize, honor you.

Mir. I am a foole
To weepe at what I am glad of.

Pro. Faire encounter
Of two moſt rare affections: heauens raine grace
On that which breeds betweene 'em.

Fer. VVherefore weepe you?

Mir: At mine vnworthineſſe, that dare not offer
VVhat I deſire to giue; and much leſſe take
VVhat I ſhall die to want: But this is trifling,
And all the more it ſeekes to hide it ſelfe,
The bigger bulke it ſhewes. Hence baſhfull cunning,
And prompt me plaine and holy innocence.
I am your wife, if you will marrie me;
If not, Ile die your maid: to be your fellow
You may denie me, but Ile be your ſeruant
VVhether you will or no.

Fer. My Miſtris (deereſt)
And I thus humble euer.

Mir. My husband then?

Fer. I, with a heart as willing
As bondage ere of freedome: heere's my hand.

Mir. And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewel
Till halfe an houre hence.

Fer. A thouſand, thouſand.Exeunt.

Pro. So glad of this as they I cannot be,
VVho are ſurpriz'd with all; but my reioycing
At nothing can be more: Ile to my booke,
For yet ere ſupper time, muſt I performe
Much buſineſſe appertaining.Exit.



Scæna Secunda.




Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo.


Ste. Tell not me, when the But is out we will drinke
water, not a drop before; therefore beare vp, & boord
em' Seruant Monſter, drinke to me.

Trin. Seruant Monſter? the folly of this Iland, they
ſay there's but fiue vpon this iſle; we are three of them,
if th'other two be brain'd like vs, the State totters.

Ste. Drinke ſeruant Monſter when I bid thee, thy
eies are almoſt ſet in thy head.

Trin. VVhere ſhould they bee ſet elſe? hee were a
braue Monſter indeede if they were ſet in his taile.

Ste. My man-Monſter hath drown'd his tongue in
ſacke: for my part the Sea cannot drowne mee, I ſwam
ere I could recouer the ſhore, fiue and thirtie Leagues
off and on, by this light thou ſhalt bee my Lieutenant
Monſter, or my Standard.

Trin. Your Lieutenant if you liſt, hee's no ſtandard.

Ste. VVeel not run Monſieur Monſter.

Trin. Nor go neither: but you'l lie like dogs, and yet
ſay nothing neither.

Ste. Moone-calfe, ſpeak once in thy life, if thou beeſt
a good Moone-calfe,

Cal. How does thy honour? Let me licke thy ſhooe:
Ile not ſerue him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou lieſt moſt ignorant Monſter, I am in caſe
to iuſtle a Conſtable: why, thou deboſh'd Fiſh thou,
was there euer man a Coward, that hath drunk ſo much
Sacke as I to day? wilt thou tell a monſtrous lie, being
but halfe a Fiſh, and halfe a Monſter?

Cal. Loe, how he mockes me, wilt thou let him my
Lord?

Trin. Lord, quoth he? that a Monſter ſhould be ſuch a Naturall?

Cal, Loe, loe againe: bite him to death I prethee.

Ste. Trinculo, keepe a good tongue in your head: If
you proue a mutineere, the next Tree: the poore Mon-
ſter's my ſubiect, and he ſhall not ſuffer indignity.

Cal. I thanke my noble Lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd
to hearken once againe to the ſuite I made to thee?

Ste. Marry will I: kneele, and repeate it,
I will ſtand, and ſo ſhall Trinculo.

Enter Ariell inuiſible.


Cal. As I told thee before, I am ſubiect to a Tirant,
A Sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me
Of the Iſland.

Ariell. Thou lyeſt.

Cal. Thou lyeſt, thou ieſting Monkey thou:
I would my valiant Maſter would deſtroy thee.
I do not lye.

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale,
By this hand, I will ſupplant ſome of your teeth.

Trin. Why, I ſaid nothing.

Ste. Mum then, and no more: proceed.

Cal. I ſay by Sorcery he got this Iſle
From me, he got it. If thy Greatneſſe will
Reuenge it on him, (for I know thou dar'ſt)
But this Thing dare not.

Ste. That's moſt certaine.

Cal. Thou ſhalt be Lord of it, and Ile ſerue thee.

Ste. How now ſhall this be compaſt?
Canſt thou bring me to the party?

Cal. Yea, yea my Lord, Ile yeeld him thee aſleepe,
Where thou maiſt knocke a naile into his head.

Ariell. Thou lieſt, thou canſt not.

Cal. What a py'de Ninnie's this? Thou ſcuruy patch:
I do beſeech thy Greatneſſe give him blowes,
And take his bottle from him: When that's gone,
He ſhall drinke nought but brine, for Ile not ſhew him
Where the quicke Freſhes are.

Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger:
Interrupt the Monſter one word further, and by this
hand, Ile turne my mercie out o’doores, and make a
Stockfiſh of thee.

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing:
Ile go farther off.

Ste. Didſt thou not ſay he lyed?

Ariell. Thou lieſt.

Ste. Do I lo? Take thou that,
As you like this, giue me the lye another time.

Trin. I did not giue the lie: Out o'your wittes, and
hearing too?
A pox o’your bottle, this can Sacke and drinking doo:
A murren on your Monſter, and the diuell take your
fingers.

Cal. Ha, ha, ha.

Ste. Now forward with your Tale: prethee ſtand
further off.

Cal. Beate him enough: after a little time
Ile beate him too.

Ste. Stand farther: Come proceede.

Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a cuſtome with him
I'th afternoone to ſleepe: there thou maiſt braine him,
Hauing firſt ſeiz'd his bookes: Or with a logge
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a ſtake,
Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember
Firſt to poſſeſſe his Bookes; for without them
Hee's but a Sot, as I am; nor hath not
One Spirit to command: they all do hate him
As rootedly as I. Burne but his Bookes,
He ha's braue Vtenfils (for ſo he calles them)
Which when he ha's a houſe, hee'l decke withall.
And that moſt deeply to conſider, is
The beautie of his daughter: he himſelfe
Cals her a non-pareill: I neuer ſaw a woman
But onely Sycorax my Dam, and ſhe;
But ſhe as farre ſurpaſſeth Sycorax,
As great'ſt do's leaſt.

Ste. Is it ſo braue a Laſſe?

Cal. I Lord, ſhe will become thy bed, I warrant,
And bring thee forth braue brood.

Ste. Monſter, I will kill this man: his daughter and
I will be King and Queene, ſaue our Graces: and Trin-
culo and thy ſelfe ſhall be Vice-royes:
Doft thou like the plot Trinculo?

Trin. Excellent.

Ste. Giue me thy hand, I am ſorry I beate thee:
But while thou liu'ſt keepe a good tongue in thy head.

Cal. Within this halfe houre will he be aſleepe,
Wilt thou deſtroy him then?

Ste. I on mine honour.

Ariell. This will I tell my Maſter.

Cal. Thou mak'ſt me merry: I am full of pleaſure,
Let vs be iocond. Will you troule the Catch
You taught me but whileare?

Ste. At thy requeſt Monſter, I will do reaſon,
Any reaſon: Come on Trinculo, let vs ſing.

Sings.


Flout'em, and cout'em: and skowt'em, and flout'em,
Thought is free.

Cal. That's not the tune.

Ariell plaies the tune on a Tabor and Pipe.


Ste. What is this ſame?

Trin. This is the tune of our Catch, plaid by the pic-
ture of No-body.

Ste. If thou beeft a man, ſhew thy felfe in thy likenes:
If thou beeſt a diuell, take't as thou liſt.

Trin. O forgive me my ſinnes.

Ste. He that dies payes all debts: I defie thee;
Mercy vpon vs.

Cal. Art thou affeard?

Ste. No Monſter, not I.

Cal. Be not affeard, the Iſle is full of noyſes,
Sounds, and ſweet aires, that giue delight and hurt not:
Sometimes a thouſand twangling Inſtruments
Will hum about mine eares; and ſometime voices,
That if I then had wak'd after long ſleepe,
Will make me ſleepe againe, and then in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and ſhew riches
Ready to drop vpon me, that when I wak'd
I cri'de to dreame againe.

Ste. This will proue a braue kingdome to me,
Where I ſhall have my Muficke for nothing.

Cal. When Proſpero is deſtroy'd.

Ste. That ſhall be by and by:
I remember the ſtorie.

Trin. The ſound is going away,
Lets follow it, and after do our worke.

Ste. Leade Monſter,
Wee'l follow: I would I could ſee this Taborer,
He layes it on.

Trin. Wilt come?
Ile follow Stephano.Exeunt.



Scena Tertia.




Enter Alonſo, Sebaſtian, Anthonio, Gonzallo,
Adrian, Franciſco,&c
.


Gon. By'r lakin,I can goe no further,Sir,
My old bones akes: here's a maze trod indeede
Through fourth rights, & Meanders: by your patience,
I needes muſt reſt me.

Al. Old Lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who, am my ſelfe attach'd with wearineſſe
To th'dulling of my ſpirits: Sit downe, and reſt:
Euen here I will put off my hope, and keepe it
No longer for my Flatterer: he is droun'd
Whom thus we ſtray to finde, and the Sea mocks
Our fruſtrate ſearch on land: well, let him goe.

Ant. I am right glad, that he's ſo out of hope:
Doe not for one repulſe forgoe the purpoſe
That you refolu'd t'effect.

Seb. The next aduantage will we take throughly.

Ant. Let it be to night,
For now they are oppreſs'd with trauaile, they
Will not, nor cannot vſe ſuch vigilance
As when they are freſh.

Solemne and ſtrange Muſicke: and Proſper on the top (inui-
ſible:) Enter ſeuerall ſtrange ſhapes, bringing in a Banket;
and dance about it with gentle actions of ſalutations, and
inuiting the King,&c.to eate, they depart.

Seb. I ſay to night: no more.

Al. What harmony is this? my good friends, harke.

Gon. Maruellous ſweet Muſicke .

Alo. Giue vs kind keepers, heavēs: what were theſe?

Seb. A liuing Drolerie: now I will beleeue
That there are Vnicornes: that in Arabia
There is one Tree, the Phœnix throne, one Phœnix
At this houre reigning there.

Ant. Ile beleeue both:
And what do's elſe want credit, come to me
And Ile beſworne 'tis true: Trauellers nere did lye,
Though fooles at home condemne'em.

Gon. If in Naples
I ſhould report this now, would they beleeue me?
If I thould ſay I ſaw ſuch Iſlands ;
(For certes, theſe are people of the Iſland)
Who though they are of monſtrous ſhape, yet note
Their manners are more gentle, kinde,then of
Our humaine generation you ſhall finde
Many, nay almoſt any.

Pro. Honeſt Lord,
Thou haſt ſaid well: for ſome of you there preſent;
Are worſe then diuels.

Al. I cannot too much muſe
Such ſhapes, ſuch geſture, and ſuch ſound expreſſing
(Although they want the vſe of tongue) a kinde
Of excellent dumbe diſcourſe.

Pro. Praiſe in departing.

Fr. They vaniſh'd ſtrangely.

Seb. No matter, ſince(macks.
They haue left their Viands behinde; for wee haue fto-
Wilt pleaſe you taſte of what is here?

Alo. Not I.(Boyes

Gon. Faith Sir,you neede not feare: when wee were
Who would beleeue that there were Mountayneeres,
Dew-lapt,like Buls,whoſe throats had hanging at'em
Wallets of fleſh? or that there were ſuch men
Whoſe heads ſtood in their breſts? which now we finde
Each putter out of fiue for one, will bring vs
Good warrant of.

Al. I will ſtand to, and feede,
Although my laſt, no matter, ſince I feele
The beſt is paſt: brother: my Lord, the Duke,
Stand too, and doe as we.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariell (like a Harpey) claps
his wings upon the Table, and with a quient deuice the
Banquet vaniſhes.

Ar. You are three men of ſinne, whom deſtiny
That hath to inſtrument this lower world,
And what is in't: the neuer ſurfeited Sea,
Hath caus'd to belch vp you; and on this Iſland,
Where man doth not inhabit, you ’mongſt men,
Being moſt vnfit to live: I haue made you mad;
And euen with ſuch like valour,men hang,and drowne
Their proper ſelues: you fooles,I and my fellowes
Are miniſters of Fate, the Elements
Of whom your ſwords are temper'd,may as well
Wound the loud windes,or with bemockt-at-Stabs
Kill the ſtill cloſing waters, as diminiſh
One dowle that's in my plumbe: My fellow miniſters
Are like-invulnerable: if you could hurt,
Your ſwords are now too maſſie for your ſtrengths,
And will not be vplifted: But remember
(For that's my buſineſſe to you) that you three
From Millaine did ſupplant good Proſpero,
Expos’d vnto the Sea (which hath requit it)
Him, and his innocent childe: for which foule deed,
The Powres,delaying (not forgetting) haue
Incens'd the Seas, and Shores; yea, all the Creatures
Againſt your peace: Thee of thy Sonne, Alonſo
They haue bereft; and doe pronounce by me
Lingring perdition (worſe then any death
Can be at once) ſhall ſtep,by ſtep attend
You,and your wayes, whoſe wraths to guard you from,
Which here, in this moft deſolate Iſle, elſe fals
Vpon your heads,is nothing but hearts-ſorrow,
And a cleere life enſuing.

He vaniſhes in Thunder: then (to ſoft Muſicke.) Enter the
shapes againe, and daunce (with mockes and mowes) and
carrying out the Table.

Pro. Brauely the figure of this Harpie, haſt thou
Perform'd (my Ariell) a grace it had deuouring:
Of my Inſtruction, haſt thou nothing bated
In what thou had'ſt to ſay: ſo with good life,
And obſeruation ſtrange, my meaner minifters
Their ſeuerall kindes haue done: my high charmes work,
And theſe (mine enemies) are all knit vp
In their diſtractions: they now are in my powre;
And in theſe fits, I leaue them, while I viſit
Yong Ferdinand (whom they ſuppoſe is droun'd)
And his, and mine lou'd darling.

Gon. I'th name of ſomething holy,Sir,why ſtand you
In this ſtrange ſtare?

Al. O, it is monſtrous: monſtrous:
Me thought the billowes ſpoke, and told me of it,
The windes did ſing it to me: and the Thunder
(That deepe and dreadfull Organ-Pipe) pronounc'd
The name of Proſper: it did baſe my Treſpaſſe,
Therefore my Sonne i'th Ooze is bedded; and
I'le ſeeke him deeper then ere plummet ſounded,
And with him there lye mudded.Exit.

Seb. But one feend at a time,
Ile fight their Legions ore.

Ant. Ile be thy Second.Exeunt.

Gon. All three of them are deſperate: their great guilt
(Like poyſon giuen to worke a great time after)
Now gins to bite the ſpirits: I doe beſeech you
(That are of ſuppler ioynts) follow them ſwiftly,
And hinder them from what this extaſie
May now prouoke them to.

Ad. Follow, I pray you.Exeunt omnes.



Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.




Enter Proſpero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.


Pro. If I haue too auſterely puniſh'd you,
Your compenſation makes amends, for I
Haue giuen you here,a third of mine owne life,
Or that for which I live: who,once againe
I tender to thy hand: All thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy loue, and thou
Haft ſtrangely ſtood the teſt: here, afore heauen
I ratifie this my rich guift: O Ferdinand,
Doe not ſmile at me, that I boaſt her of,
For thou ſhalt finde ſhe will out-ſtrip all praiſe
And make it halt, behinde her.

Fer. I doe beleeue it
Againſt an Oracle.

Pro. Then, as my gueſt, and thine owne acquiſition
Worthily purchas'd , take my daughter: But
If thou do'ſt breake her Virgin-knot, before
All ſanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy right, be miniſtred,
No ſweet aſperſion ſhall the heauens let fall
To make this contract grow; but barraine hate,
Sower-ey'd diſdaine, and diſcord ſhall beſtrew
The vnion of your bed, with weedes ſo loathly
That you ſhall hate it both: Therefore take heede,
As Hymens Lamps ſhall light you.

Fer. As I hope
For quiet dayes,faire Iſſue,and long life,
With ſuch loue,as 'tis now the murkieſt den,
The moſt opportune place, the ſtrongſt ſuggeſtion ,
Our worſer Genius can,ſhall neuer melt
Mine honor into luſt, to take away
The edge of that dayes celebration,
When I ſhall thinke,or Phœbus Steeds are founderd,
Or Night kept chain'd below.

Pro. Fairely ſpoke;
Sit then,and talke with her,ſhe is thine owne;
What Ariell; my induſtrious ſeruāt Ariell.Enter Ariell.

Ar. What would my potent maſter? here I am.

Pro. Thou, and thy meaner fellowes, your laſt ſeruice
Did worthily performe: and I muſt vſe you
In ſuch another tricke: goe bring the rabble
(Ore whom I giue thee powre) here, to this place:
Incite them to quicke motion, for I muſt
Beſtow vpon the eyes of this yong couple
Some vanity of mine Art: it is my promiſe,
And they expect it from me.

Ar. Preſently?

Pro. I: with a twincke.

Ar. Before you can ſay come, and goe,
And breathe twice; and cry, ſo, ſo:
Each one tripping on his Toe,
Will be here with mop, and mowe.
Doe you loue me Maſter? no?

Pro. Dearely, my delicate Ariell: doe not approach
Till thou do'ſt heare me call.

Ar. Well: I conceiue.Exit.

Pro. Looke thou be true: doe not giue dalliance
Too much the raigne: the ſtrongeſt oathes, are ſtraw
To th'fire ith' blood: be more abſtenious,
Or elſe good night your vow.

Fer. I warrant you, Sir,
The white cold virgin Snow,vpon my heart
Abates the ardour of my Liuer.

Pro. Well.
Now come my Ariell,bring a Corolary,
Rather then want a Spirit;appear,& pertly.Soft muſick.
No tongue: all eyes: be ſilent.Enter Iris.

Ir. Ceres, moſt bounteous Lady, thy rich Leas
Of Wheate,Rye,Barley,Fetches,Oates and Peaſe;
Thy Turphie-Mountaines,where liue nibling Sheepe,
And flat Medes thetchd with Stouer,them to keepe:
Thy bankes with pioned,and twilled brims
Which ſpungie Aprill, at thy heſt betrims;
To make cold Nymphes chaſt crownes; & thy broome-
Whole ſhadow the diſmiſſed Batchelor loues,(groues;
Being laſſe-lorne: thy pole-clipt vineyard,
And thy Sea-marge ſtirrile,and rockey-hard,
Where thou thy ſelfe do'ſt ayre,the Queene o'th Skie,
Whoſe watry Arch, and meſſenger, am I.
Bids thee leaue theſe,& with her ſoueraigne grace, Iuno
Here on this graſſe-plot,in this very placedeſcends.
To come,and ſport: here Peacocks flye amaine:
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertaine.Enter Ceres.

Cer. Haile,many-coloured Meſſenger, that nere
Do'ſt diſobey the wife of Iupiter:
Who, with thy ſaffron wings, vpon my flowres
Diffuſeſt hony drops, refreſhing ſhowres,
And with each end of thy blew bowe do'ſt crowne
My boskie acres, and my vnſhrubd downe,
Rich ſcarph to my proud earth: why hath thy Queene
Summond me hither, to this ſhort gras'd Greene?

Ir. A contract of true Loue, to celebrate,
And ſome donation freely to eſtate
On the bles'd Louers.

Cer. Tell me heauenly Bowe,
If Venus or her Sonne,as thou do'ſt know,
Doe now attend the Queene? ſince they did plot
The meanes, that duskie Dis, my daughter got,
Her,and her blind-Boyes ſcandald company,
I haue forſworne.

Ir. Of her ſocietie
Be not afraid: I met her deitie
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos: and her Son
Doue-drawn with her: here thought they to have done
Some wanton charme,vpon this Man and Maide,
Whoſe vowes are,that no bed-right ſhall be paid
Till Hymens Torch be lighted: but in vaine,
Marſes hot Minion is returnd againe,
Her waſpiſh headed fonne, has broke his arrowes,
Swears he will ſhoote no more, but play with Sparrows,
And be a Boy right out.

Cer. Higheſt Queene of State,
Great Iuno comes,I know her by her gate.

Iu. How do's my bounteous ſiſter? goe with me
To bleſſe this twaine,that they may proſperous be,
And honourd in their Iſſue.They Sing.
Iu. Honor,riches,marriage,bleſſing,
Long continuance,and encreaſing,
Hourely ioyes, be ſtill vpon you,

Iuno ſings ber bleſſings on you.
Earths increaſe, foyzon plentie,
Barnes, and Garners, neuer empty.
Vines, with cluſtring bunches growing,
Plants, with goodly burthen bowing:
Spring come to you at the fartheſt,
In the very end of Harueſt.
Scarcity and want ſhall ſhun you,
Ceres bleſſing ſo is on you.

Fer. This is a moſt maieſticke viſion, and
Harmonious charmingly: may I be bold
To thinke theſe ſpirits?

Pro. Spirits, which by mine Art
I haue from their confines call’d to enact
My preſent fancies.

Fer. Let me liue here euer,
So rare a wondred Father, and a wiſe
Makes this place Paradiſe.

Pro. Sweet now, ſilence:
Iuno, and Ceres whiſper ſeriouſly,
There's ſomething elſe to doe: huſh, and be mute
Or elſe our ſpell is mar'd.

Iuno and Ceres whiſper, and ſend Iris on employment.


Iris. You Nimphs cald Nayades of yͤ windring brooks,
With your ſedg'd crownes, and euer-harmeleſſe lookes,
Leave your criſpe channels, and on this greene-Land
Anſwere your ſummons, Iuno do's command.
Come temperate Nimphes, and helpe to celebrate
A Contract of true Loue: be not too late.

Enter Certaine Nimphes.


You Sun-burn'd Sicklemen of Auguſt weary,
Come hether from the furrow, and be merry,
Make holly day: your Rye-ftraw hats put on,
And theſe freſh Nimphes encounter euery one
in Country footing.
Enter certaine Reapers (properly habited:) they ioyne with
the Nimphes, in a gracefull dance, towards the end where-
of, Prospero ſtarts ſodainly and ſpeakes, after which to a
ſtrange hollow and confuſed noyſe, they heauily vaniſh.
Pro. I had forgot that foule conſpiracy
Of the beaſt Calliban, and his confederates
Againſt my life: the minute of their plot
Is almoſt come: Well done, auoid: no more.

Fer. This is ſtrange: your fathers in ſome paſſion
That workes him ſtrongly.

Mir. Neuer till this day
Saw I him touch'd with anger, ſo diſtemper'd.

Pro. You doe looke (my ſon) in a mou'd ſort,
As if you were diſmaid: be cheerefull Sir,
Our Reuels now are ended: Theſe our actors,
(As I foretold you) were all Spirits, and
Are melted into Ayre, into thin Ayre,
And like the baſeleſſe fabricke of this vifion
The Clowd-capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces,
The ſolemne Temples, the great Globe it ſelfe,
Yes, all which it inherit, ſhall diffolue,
And like this inſubſtantiall Pageant faded
Leaue not a racke bebinde: we are ſuch ſtuffe
As dreames are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a ſleepe: Sir, I am vext,
Beare with my weakeneſſe, my old braine is troubled:
Be not diſturb'd with my infirmitie,
If you be pleas'd, retire into my Cell,
And there repoſe, a turne or two, Ile walke
To ſtill my beating minde.

Fer. Mir. We wiſh your peace.Exit.

Pro. Come with a thought; I thank thee Ariell: come.

Enter Ariell.


Ar. Thy thoughts I cleaue to, what's thy pleaſure?

Pro. Spirit: We muſt prepare to meet with Caliban.

Ar. I my Commander, when I preſented Ceres
I thought to haue told thee of it, but I fear'd
Leaſt I might anger thee.

Pro. Say again, where didſt thou leaue theſe varlots?

Ar. I told you Sir, they were red-hot with drinking,
So full of valour, that they ſmote the ayre
For breathing in their faces: beate the ground
For kiſſing of their feete; yet alwaies bending
Towards their proiect: then I beate my Tabor,
At which like ynback’t colts they prickt their eares,
Aduanc'd their eye-lids, lifted vp their noſes
As they ſmelt muſicke, ſo I charm'd their eares
That Calfe-like, they my lowing follow'd, through
Tooth'd briars, ſharpe firzes, pricking goſſe, & thorns,
Which entred their fraile ſhins: at laſt I left them
I'th' filthy mantled poole beyond your Cell,
There dancing vp to th'chins, that the fowle Lake
Ore-ſtunck their feet.

Pro. This was well done (my bird)
Thy ſhape inuiſible retaine thou ſtill:
The trumpery in my houſe, goe bring it hither
For ſtale to catch theſe theeues.Ar. I go, I goe.Exit.

Pro. A Deuill, a borne-Deuill, on whoſe nature
Nurture can neuer ſticke: on whom my paines
Humanely taken, all, all loſt, quite loſt,
And, as with age, his body ouglier growes,
So his minde cankers: I will plague them all,
Euen to roaring: Come, hang on them this line.

Enter Ariell, loaden with gliſtering apparell, &c. Enter
Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.


Cal. Pray you tread ſoftly, that the blinde Mole may
not heare a foot fall: we now are neere his Cell.

St. Monſter, your Fairy, wͨ you ſay is a harmles Fairy,
Has done little better then plaid the Iacke with vs.

Trin. Monſter, I do ſmell all horſe-piſſe, at which
My noſe is in great indignation.

Ste. So is mine. Do you heare Monſter: If I ſhould
Take a diſpleaſure againſt you: Looke you.

Trin. Thou wert but a loſt Monſter.

Cal. Good my Lord, giue me thy fauour ſtil,
Be patient, for the prize Ile bring thee too
Shall hudwinke this miſchance: therefore ſpeake ſoftly,
All's huſht as midnight yet.

Trin. I, but to looſe our bottles in the Poole.

Ste. There is not onely diſgrace and diſhonor in that
Monſter, but an infinite loſſe.

Tr. That's more to me then my wetting:
Yet this is your harmleſſe Fairy, Monſter.

Ste. I will fetch off my bottle,
Though I be o're eares for my labour.

Cal. Pre-thee (my King) be quiet. Seeſt thou heere
This is the mouth o'th Cell: no noiſe, and enter:
Do that good miſcheefe, which may make this Iſland
Thine owne for euer, and I thy Caliban
For aye thy foot-licker.

Ste. Give me thy hand,
I do begin to haue bloody thoughts.

Trin. O King Stephano, O Peere: O worthy Stephano,
Looke what a wardrobe heere is for thee.

Cal. Let it alone thou foole, it is but traſh.

Tri. Oh, ho, Monſter: wee know what belongs to a
frippery, O King Stephano.

Ste. Put off that gowne (Trinculo) by this hand Ile
haue that gowne.

Tri. Thy grace ſhall haue it.(meane

Cal. The dropſie drowne this foole, what doe you
To doate thus on ſuch luggage? let's alone
And doe the murther firſt: if he awake,
From toe to crowne hee'l fill our skins with pinches,
Make vs ſtrange ſtuffe.

Ste. Be you quiet (Monſter) Miſtris line, is not this
my Ierkin? now is the Ierkin vnder the line: now Ier-
kin you are like to loſe your haire,&proue a bald Ierkin.

Trin. Doe, doe; we ſteale by lyne and leuell, and't
like your grace.

Ste. I thank thee for that ieſt; heer's a garment for’t:
Wit ſhall not goe vn-rewarded while I am King of this Country: Steale by line and leuell, is an excellent paſſe of pate: there's another garment for't.

Tri. Monſter, come put ſome Lime vpon your fin-
gers, and away with the reſt.

Cal. I will haue none on't: we ſhall looſe our time,
And all be turn'd to Barnacles, or to Apes
With foreheads villanous low.

Ste. Monſter, lay to your fingers: helpe to beare this away, where my hogſhead of wine is, or Ile turne you
out of my kingdome: goe to, carry this.

Tri. And this.

Ste. I, and this.
A noyſe of Hunters heard. Enter diuers Spirits in ſhape
of Dogs and Hounds, hunting them about: Proſpero
and Ariel ſetting them on.
Pro. Hey Mountaine, hey.

Ari. Siluer: there it goes, Siluer.

Pro. Fury, Fury: there Tyrant, there: harke, harke.
Goe, charge my Goblins that they grinde their ioynts
With dry Convultions, ſhorten vp their ſinewes
With aged Cramps, & more pinch-ſpotted make them,
Then Pard, or Cat o'Mountaine.

Ari. Harke, they rore.

Pro. Let them be hunted ſoundly: At this houre
Lies at my mercy all mine enemies:
Shortly ſhall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt haue the ayre at freedome: for a little
Follow, and doe me ſeruice.Exeunt.



Actus quintus: Scæna Prima.




Enter Proſpero (in his Magicke robes) and Ariel.


Pro. Now do's my Proiect gather to a head:
My charmes cracke not: my Spirits obey, and Time
Goes vpright with his carriage: how's the day?

Ar. On the ſixt hower, at which time, my Lord
You ſaid our worke ſhould ceaſe.

Pro. I did ſay ſo,
When firſt I rais'd the Tempeſt: ſay my Spirit,
How fares the King, and 's followers?

Ar. Confin'd together
In the ſame faſhion, as you gaue in charge,
Iuſt as you left them; all priſoners Sir
In the Line-groue which weather-fends your Cell,
They cannot boudge till your releaſe: The King,
His Brother, and yours, abide all three diſtracted,
And the remainder mourning ouer them,
Brim full of ſorrow, and diſmay: but chiefly
Him that you term'd Sir, the good old Lord Gonzallo,
His teares runs downe his beard like winters drops
From eaues of reeds: your charm ſo ſtrongly works 'em
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.

Pro. Doſt thou thinke ſo, Spirit?

Ar. Mine would, Sir, were I humane.

Pro. And mine ſhall.
Haſt thou (which art but aire) a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and ſhall not my ſelfe,
One of their kinde, that relliſh all as ſharpely,
Paſſion as they, be kindlier mou'd then thou art?
Thogh with their high wrongs I am ſtrook to th'quick,
Yet, with my nobler reaſon, gainſt my furie
Doe I take part: the rarer Action is
In vertue, then in vengeance: they, being penitent,
The ſole drift of my purpoſe doth extend
Not a frowne further: Goe, releaſe them Ariell,
My Charmes Ile breake,their ſences Ile reſtore,
And they ſhall be themſelues.

Ar. Ile fetch them, Sir.Exit.

Pro. Ye Elues of hils, brooks, ſtāding lakes & groues,
And ye, that on the ſands with printleſſe foote
Doe chaſe the ebbing-Neptune, and doe flie him
When he comes backe: you demy-Puppets, that
By Moone-ſhine doe the greene ſowre Ringlets make,
Whereof the Ewe not bites: and you, whoſe paſtime
Is to make midnight-Muſhrumps, that reioyce
To heare the ſolemne Curfewe, by whoſe ayde
(Weake Maſters though ye be) I have bedymn'd
The Noone-tide Sun, call'd forth the mutenous windes,
And twixt the greene Sea, and the azur’d vault
Set roaring warre: To the dread ratling Thunder
Haue I giuen fire, and rifted Ioues ſtowt Oke
With his owne Bolt: The ſtrong baſs'd promontorie
Haue I made ſhake, and by the ſpurs pluckt vp
The Pyne, and Cedar. Graues at my command
Haue wak'd their ſleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth
By my ſo potent Art. But this rough Magicke
I heere abiure: and when I haue requir'd
Some heauenly Muſicke (which euen now I do)
To worke mine end vpon their Sences, that
This Ayrie-charme is for, I'le breake my ſtaffe,
Bury it certaine fadomes in the earth,
And deeper then did euer Plummet found
Ile drowne my booke.Solemne muſicke.

Heere enters Ariel before: Then Alonſo with a franticke ge-
ſture, attended by Gonzalo. Sebaſtian and Anthonio in
like manner attended by Adrian and Franciſco: They all
enter the circle which Proſpero had made, and there ſtand
charm'd: which Proſpero obſeruing, ſpeakes.

A ſolemne Ayre, and the beſt comforter,
To an vnſetled fancie, Cure thy braines
(Now vſeleſſe) boile within thy skull: there ſtand
For you are Spell-ſtopt.
Holy Gonzallo, Honourable man,
Mine eyes ev'n ſociable to the ſhew of thine
Fall fellowly drops: The charme diſſolues apace,
And as the morning ſteales vpon the night
(Melting the darkeneſſe) ſo their riſing ſences
Begin to chace the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their cleerer reaſon. O good Gonzallo
My true preſeruer, and a loyall Sir,
To him thou follow'ſt; I will pay thy graces
Home both in word, and deede: Moſt cruelly

Did thou Alonſo, vſe me, and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the Act,
Thou art pinch'd for't now Sebaſtian. Fleſh, and bloud,
You, brother mine, that entertaine ambition,
Expelld remorſe, and nature, whom, with Sebaſtian
(Whoſe inward pinches therefore are moſt ſtrong)
Would heere haue kill'd your King: I do forgiue thee,
Vnnaturall though thou art: Their vnderſtanding
Begins to ſwell, and the approching tide
Will ſhortly fill the reaſonable ſhore
That now ly foule, and muddy: not one of them
That yet lookes on me, or would know me: Ariell,
Fetch me the Hat, and Rapier in my Cell,
I will diſcaſe me, and my ſelfe preſent
As I was ſometime Millaine: quickly Spirit,
Thou ſhalt ere long be free.
Ariell ſings,and helps to attire him.
Where the Bee ſucks, there ſuck I,
In a Cowſlips bell, I lie,
There I cowch when Owles doe crie,
On the Batts backe I doe flie
after Sommer merrily.
Merrily, merrily, ſhall I liue now,
Vnder the bloſſom that hangs on the Bow.
Pro. Why that's my dainty Ariell: I ſhall miſſe
Thee, but yet thou ſhalt haue freedome: ſo, ſo, ſo.
To the Kings ſhip, inuiſible as thou art,
There ſhalt thou finde the Marriners aſleepe
Vnder the Hatches: the Maſter and the Boat-ſwaine
Being awake, enforce them to this place;
And preſently, I pre'thee.

Ar. I drinke the aire before me, and returne
Or ere your pulſe twice beate.Exit.

Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement
Inhabits heere: ſome heauenly power guide vs
Out of this fearefull Country.

Pro. Behold Sir King
The wronged Duke of Millaine, Proſpero:
For more aſſurance that a liuing Prince
Do's now ſpeake to thee, I embrace thy body,
And to thee, and thy Company, I bid
A hearty welcome.

Alo. Where thou bee'ſt he or no,
Or ſome inchanted trifle to abuſe me,
(As late I haue beene) I not know: thy Pulſe
Beats as of fleſh, and blood: and ſince I ſaw thee,
Th’affliction of my minde amends, with which
I feare a madneſſe held me: this muſt craue
(And if this be at all) a moft ſtrange ſtory.
Thy Dukedome I reſigne, and doe entreat
Thou pardon me my wrongs: But how ſhold Proſpero
Be living, and be heere?

Pro. Firſt, noble Frend,
Let me embrace thine age, whoſe honor cannot
Be meaſur'd, or confin'd.

Gonz. Whether this be,
Or be not, I'le not ſweare.

Pro. You doe yet taſte
Some ſubtleties o'th'Iſle, that will nor let you
Beleeue things certaine: Wellcome, my friends all,
But you, my brace of Lords, were I ſo minded
I heere could plucke his Highneſſe frowne vpon you
And iuſtifie you Traitors: at this time
I will tell no tales.

Seb. The Diuell ſpeakes in him:

Pro. No:
For you (moſt wicked Sir) whom to call brother
Would euen infect my mouth, I do forgiue
Thy rankeſt fault; all of them: and require
My Dukedome of thee, which, perforce I know
Thou muſt reſtore.

Alo. If thou beeſt Proſpero
Giue vs particulars of thy preſeruation,
How thou haſt met vs heere, whom three howres ſince
Were wrackt vpon this ſhore? where I haue loſt
(How ſharp the point of this remembrance is)
My deere ſonne Ferdinand.

Pro. I am woe for't, Sir.

Alo. Irreparable is the loſſe, and patience
Saies, it is paſt her cure.

Pro. I rather thinke
You haue not ſought her helpe, of whoſe ſoft grace
For the like loſſe, I haue her ſoueraigne aid,
And reſt my ſelfe content.

Alo. You the like lofſe?

Pro. As great to me, as late, and ſupportable
To make the deere loſſe, haue I meanes much weaker
Then you may call to comfort you; for I
Haue loſt my daughter.

Alo. A daughter?
Oh heauens, that they were living both in Nalpes
The King and Queene there, that they were, I wiſh
My ſelfe were mudded in that oo-zie bed
Where my ſonne lies: when did you loſe your daughter?

Pro. In this laſt Tempeft. I perceiue theſe Lords
At this encounter doe ſo much admire,
That they deuoure their reafon, and ſcarce thinke
Their eies doe offices of Truth: Their words
Are naturall breach: but howſoeu'r you have
Beene iuſtled from your ſences, know for certain
That I am Proſpero, and that very Duke
Which was thruſt forth of Millaine, who moſt ſtrangely
Vpon this ſhore (where you were wrackt) 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 break-faſt, nor
Befitting this firſt meeting: Welcome, Sir;
This Cell's my Court: heere haue I few attendants,
And Subiects none abroad: pray you looke in:
My Dukedome ſince you haue giuen me againe,
I will requite you with as good a thing,
At leaſt bring forth a wonder, to content ye
As much, as me my Dukedome.
Here Proſpero diſcouers Ferdinand and Miranda, play-
ing at Cheſſe.

Mir. Sweet Lord, you play me falſe.

Fer. No my deareſt loue,
I would not for the world.(wrangle,

Mir. Yes, for a ſcore of Kingdomes, you ſhould
And I would call it faire play.

Alo. If this proue
A viſion of the Iſland,one deere Sonne
Shall I twice looſe.

Seb. A moſt high miracle.

Fer. Though the Seas threaten they are mercifull,
I haue curs'd them without cauſe.

Alo. Now all the bleſſings
Of a glad father, compaſſe thee about:
Ariſe, and ſay how thou cam'ſt heere.

Mir. O wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there heere?
How beauteous mankinde is? O braue new world

That has ſuch people in't.

Pro. 'Tis new to thee.(play?

Alo. What is this Maid, with whom thou was't at
Your eld'ſt acquaintance cannot be three houres:
Is ſhe the goddeſſe that hath ſeuer'd vs,
And brought vs thus together?

Fer. Sir, ſhe is mortall;
But by immortall providence, ſhe's mine;
I choſe her when I could not aske my Father
For his aduiſe: nor thought I had one: She
Is daughter to this famous Duke of Millaine,
Of whom, ſo often I haue heard renowne,
But neuer faw before: of whom I haue
Receiu'd a ſecond life; and ſecond Father
This Lady makes him to me.

Alo. I am hers.
But O, how odly will it ſound, that I
Muſt aske my childe forgiueneſſe?

Pro. There Sir ſtop,
Let vs not burthen our remembrances, with
A heauineſſe that's gon.

Gon. I haue inly wept,
Or ſhould haue ſpoke ere this: looke downe you gods
And on this couple drop a bleſſed crowne;
For it is you, that haue chalk'd forth the way
Which brought vs hither.

Alo. I ſay Amen, Gonzallo.

Gon. Was Millaine thruſt from Millaine, that his Iſſue
Should become Kings of Naples? O reioyce
Beyond a common ioy, and ſet it downe
With gold on laſting Pillers: In one voyage
Did Claribell her husband finde at Tunis,
And Ferdinand her brother, found a wife,
Where he himſelfe was loft: Proſpero, his Dukedome
In a poore Iſle: and all of vs, our ſelues,
When no man was his owne.

Alo. Giue me your hands:
Let griefe and ſorrow ſtill embrace his heart,
That doth not wiſh you ioy.

Gon. Be it ſo, Amen.

Enter Ariell, with the Maſter and Boatſwaine
amazedly following.


O looke Sir, looke Sir, here is more of vs:
I propheſi’d, if a Gallowes were on Land
This fellow could not drowne: Now blaſphemy,
That ſwear'ſt Grace ore-boord, not an oath on ſhore,
Haſt thou no mouth by land?
What is the newes?

Bot. The beſt newes is, that we haue ſafely found
Our King, and company: The next: our Ship,
Which but three glaſſes ſince, we gaue out ſplit,
Is tyte,and yare, and brauely rig'd, as when
We firſt put out to Sea.

Ar. Sir, all this ſeruice
Haue I done ſince I went.

Pro. My trickſey Spirit.

Alo. Theſe are not naturall euents, they ſtrengthen
From ſtrange,to ſtranger: ſay, how came you hither?

Bot. If I did thinke, Sir, I were well awake,
I'ld ſtriue to tell you: we were dead of ſleepe,
And (how we know not) all clapt vnder hatches,
Where, but euen now, with ſtrange, and ſeuerall noyſes
Of roring, ſhreeking, howling, gingling chaines,
And mo diuerſitie of ſounds, all horrible.
We were awak'd: ſtraight way, at liberty;
Where we, in all our trim, freſhly beheld

Our royall, good, and gallant Ship: our Maſter
Capring to eye her: on a trice, ſo pleaſe you,
Euen in a dreame, were we diuided from them,
And were brought moaping hither.

Ar. Was't well done?

Pro. Brauely (my diligence) thou ſhalt be free.

Alo. This is as ſtrange a Maze, as ere men trod,
And there is in this buſineſſe, more then nature
Was euer conduct of: ſome Oracle
Muſt rectifie our knowledge.

Pro. Sir, my Leige,
Doe not infeſt your minde, with beating on
The ſtrangeneſſe of this buſineſſe, at pickt leiſure
(Which ſhall be ſhortly ſingle) I'le reſolue you,
(Which to you ſhall ſeeme probable) of every
Theſe happend accidents: till when, be cheerefull
And thinke of each thing well: Come hither Spirit,
Set Caliban, and his companions free:
Vntye the Spell: How fares my gracious Sir?
There are yet miſſing of your Companie
Some few odde Lads, that you remember not.

Enter Ariell, driuing in Caliban, Stephano, and
Trinculo in their ſtolne Apparell.


Ste. Euery man ſhift for all the reſt, and let
No man take care for himſelfe; for all is
But fortune: Coragio Bully-Monſter Coraſio.

Tri. If theſe be true ſpies which I weare in my head,
here's a goodly fight.

Cal. O Setebos, theſe be braue Spirits indeede:
How fine my Maſter is? I am afraid
He will chaſtiſe me.

Seb. Ha, ha:
What things are theſe, my Lord Anthonio?
Will money buy em?

Ant. Very like: one of them
Is a plaine Fiſh, and no doubt marketable.

Pro. Marke but the badges of theſe men, my Lords,
Then ſay if they be true: This miſhapen knaue;
His Mother was a Witch, and one ſo ſtrong
That could controle the Moone; make flowes, and ebs,
And deale in her command, without her power:
Theſe three haue robd me, and this demy-diuell;
(For he's a baſtard one) had plotted with them
To take my life: two of theſe Fellowes, you
Muſt know, and owne, this Thing of darkeneſſe, I
Acknowledge mine.

Cal. I ſhall be pincht to death.

Alo. Is not this Stephano, my drunken Butler?

Seb. He is drunke now;
Where had he wine?

Alo. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where ſhould they
Finde this grand Liquor that hath gilded 'em?
How cam'ft thou in this pickle?

Tri. I haue bin in ſuch a pickle ſince I ſaw you laft,
That I feare me will neuer out of my bones:
I ſhall not feare fly-blowing.

Seb. Why how now Stephano?

Ste. O touch me not, I am not Stephano, but a Cramp.

Pro. You'ld be King o'the Iſle, Sirha?

Ste. I ſhould haue bin a ſore one then.

Alo. This is a ſtrange thing as ere I look'd on.

Pro. He is as diſproportion'd in his Manners
As in his shape: Goe Sirha, to my Cell,
Take with you your Companions: as you looke
To haue my pardon, trim it handſomely.

Cal. I that I will: and Ile be wiſe hereafter,

And ſeeke for grace: what a thrice double Aſſe
Was I to take this drunkard for a god?
And worſhip this dull foole?

Pro. Goe to, away.(found it.

Alo. Hence, and beſtow your luggage where you

Seb. Or ſtole it rather.

Pro. Sir, I inuite your Highneſſe, and your traine
To my poore Cell: where you ſhall take your reſt
For this one night, which part of it, Ile waſte
With ſuch diſcourſe, as I not doubt, ſhall make it
Goe quicke away: The ſtory of my life,
And the particular accidents, gon by
Since I came to this Iſle: And in the morne
I'le bring you to your ſhip, and ſo to Naples,
Where I haue hope to ſee the nuptiall
Of theſe our deere-belou'd, folemnized,
And thence retire me to my Millaine, where
Euery third thought ſhall be my graue.

Alo. I long
To heare the ſtory of your life; which muſt
Take the eare ſtarngely.

Pro. I'le deliver all,
And promiſe you calme Seas, auſpicious gales,
And ſaile, ſo expeditious, that ſhall catch
Your Royall fleete farre off: My Ariel; chicke
That is thy charge: Then to the Elements
Be free, and fare thou well: pleaſe you draw neere.

Exeunt omnes.




EPILOGVE,

ſpoken by Proſpero.


NOw, my Charmes are all ore-throwne,
And what ſtrength I haue 's mine owne.
Which is moſt faint: now 'tis true
I muſt be heere conſinde by you,
Or ſent to Naples, Let me not
Since I haue my Dukedome got,
And pardon'd the deceiuer, dwell
In this bare Iſland, by your Spell,
But releaſe me from my bands
With the helpe of your good hands:
Gentle breath of yours, my Sailes
Muſt fill, or elſe my proiect failes,
Which was to pleaſe: Now I want
Spirits to enforce: Art to inchant,
And my ending is deſpaire,
Vnleſſe I be relieu'd by praier
Which pierces ſo that it aſſaults
Mercy it ſelfe, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
Let your Indulgence ſet me free.Exit.



The Scene, an vn-inhabited Iſland

Names of the Actors.


Alonſo, K. of Naples:
Sebaſtian his Brother.
Profpero, the right Duke of Millaine.
Anthonio his brother,the vſurping Duke of Millaine.
Ferdinand, Son to the King of Naples.
Gonzalo, an honeſt old Councellor .
Adrian, & Franciſco, Lords.
Caliban, a ſaluage and deformed ſlaue.
Trinculo, a Iester.
Stephano, a drunken Butler.
Maſter of a Ship.
Boate-Swaine.
Marriners.
Miranda, daughter to Proſpero.
Ariell, an ayrie ſpirit.

Iris Ceres Iuno Spirits. Nymphes Reapers


FINIS.