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The Tempest


ACT I SCENE IIThe island. Before PROSPERO’S cell.
MIRANDAIf by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin’s cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered5
With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
Dash’d all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish’d.
Had I been any god of power, I would10
Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere
It should the good ship so have swallow’d and
The fraughting souls within her.
PROSPEROBe collected:
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart15
There’s no harm done.
MIRANDAO, woe the day!
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who20
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father.
MIRANDAMore to know25
Did never meddle with my thoughts.
I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magic garment from me. So:
[Lays down his mantle]
Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.30
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch’d
The very virtue of compassion in thee,
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely ordered that there is no soul–
No, not so much perdition as an hair35
Betid to any creature in the vessel
Which thou heard’st cry, which thou saw’st sink. Sit down;
For thou must now know farther.
MIRANDAYou have often
Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp’d40
And left me to a bootless inquisition,
Concluding ‘Stay: not yet.’
PROSPEROThe hour’s now come;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember45
A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
Out three years old.
MIRANDACertainly, sir, I can.
PROSPEROBy what? by any other house or person?50
Of any thing the image tell me that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.
MIRANDA‘Tis far off
And rather like a dream than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants. Had I not55
Four or five women once that tended me?
PROSPEROThou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
If thou remember’st aught ere thou camest here,60
How thou camest here thou mayst.
MIRANDABut that I do not.
PROSPEROTwelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
A prince of power.65
MIRANDASir, are not you my father?
PROSPEROThy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father

Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir
And princess no worse issued.70
MIRANDAO the heavens!
What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
Or blessed was’t we did?
PROSPEROBoth, both, my girl:
By foul play, as thou say’st, were we heaved thence,75
But blessedly holp hither.
MIRANDAO, my heart bleeds
To think o’ the teen that I have turn’d you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
PROSPEROMy brother and thy uncle, call’d Antonio–80
I pray thee, mark me–that a brother should
Be so perfidious!–he whom next thyself
Of all the world I loved and to him put
The manage of my state; as at that time
Through all the signories it was the first85
And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed
In dignity, and for the liberal arts
Without a parallel; those being all my study,
The government I cast upon my brother
And to my state grew stranger, being transported90
And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle–
Dost thou attend me?
MIRANDASir, most heedfully.
PROSPEROBeing once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them, who to advance and who95
To trash for over-topping, new created
The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed ’em,
Or else new form’d ’em; having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts i’ the state
To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was100
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
And suck’d my verdure out on’t. Thou attend’st not.
MIRANDAO, good sir, I do.
PROSPEROI pray thee, mark me.
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated105
To closeness and the bettering of my mind
With that which, but by being so retired,
O’er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
Awaked an evil nature; and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him110
A falsehood in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which had indeed no limit,
A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yielded,
But what my power might else exact, like one115
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie, he did believe
He was indeed the duke; out o’ the substitution
And executing the outward face of royalty,120
With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing–
Dost thou hear?
MIRANDAYour tale, sir, would cure deafness.
PROSPEROTo have no screen between this part he play’d
And him he play’d it for, he needs will be125
Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library
Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable; confederates–
So dry he was for sway–wi’ the King of Naples
To give him annual tribute, do him homage,130
Subject his coronet to his crown and bend
The dukedom yet unbow’d–alas, poor Milan!–
To most ignoble stooping.
MIRANDAO the heavens!
PROSPEROMark his condition and the event; then tell me135
If this might be a brother.
MIRANDAI should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
PROSPERONow the condition.140
The King of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother’s suit;
Which was, that he, in lieu o’ the premises
Of homage and I know not how much tribute,
Should presently extirpate me and mine145
Out of the dukedom and confer fair Milan
With all the honours on my brother: whereon,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose did Antonio open
The gates of Milan, and, i’ the dead of darkness,150
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me and thy crying self.
MIRANDAAlack, for pity!
I, not remembering how I cried out then,
Will cry it o’er again: it is a hint155
That wrings mine eyes to’t.
PROSPEROHear a little further
And then I’ll bring thee to the present business
Which now’s upon’s; without the which this story
Were most impertinent.160
MIRANDAWherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?
PROSPEROWell demanded, wench:
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
So dear the love my people bore me, nor set165
A mark so bloody on the business, but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg’d,170
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar’d to us, to sigh
To the winds whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.175
MIRANDAAlack, what trouble
Was I then to you!
PROSPEROO, a cherubim
Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile.
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,180
When I have deck’d the sea with drops full salt,
Under my burthen groan’d; which raised in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.
MIRANDAHow came we ashore?185
PROSPEROBy Providence divine.
Some food we had and some fresh water that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Out of his charity, being then appointed
Master of this design, did give us, with190
Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
Knowing I loved my books, he furnish’d me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.195
MIRANDAWould I might
But ever see that man!
PROSPERONow I arise:
[Resumes his mantle]
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Here in this island we arrived; and here200
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
Than other princesses can that have more time
For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.
MIRANDAHeavens thank you for’t! And now, I pray you, sir,
For still ’tis beating in my mind, your reason205
For raising this sea-storm?
PROSPEROKnow thus far forth.
By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore; and by my prescience210
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star, whose influence
If now I court not but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions:
Thou art inclined to sleep; ’tis a good dulness,215
And give it way: I know thou canst not choose.
[MIRANDA sleeps]
Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.
Approach, my Ariel, come.
[Enter ARIEL]
ARIELAll hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come
To answer thy best pleasure; be’t to fly,220
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl’d clouds, to thy strong bidding task
Ariel and all his quality.
PROSPEROHast thou, spirit,
Perform’d to point the tempest that I bade thee?225
ARIELTo every article.
I boarded the king’s ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flamed amazement: sometime I’ld divide,
And burn in many places; on the topmast,230
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet and join. Jove’s lightnings, the precursors
O’ the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune235
Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.
PROSPEROMy brave spirit!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason?240
ARIELNot a soul
But felt a fever of the mad and play’d
Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
Then all afire with me: the king’s son, Ferdinand,245
With hair up-staring,–then like reeds, not hair,–
Was the first man that leap’d; cried, ‘Hell is empty
And all the devils are here.’
PROSPEROWhy that’s my spirit!
But was not this nigh shore?250
ARIELClose by, my master.
PROSPEROBut are they, Ariel, safe?
ARIELNot a hair perish’d;
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,255
In troops I have dispersed them ’bout the isle.
The king’s son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
In an odd angle of the isle and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot.260
PROSPEROOf the king’s ship
The mariners say how thou hast disposed
And all the rest o’ the fleet.
ARIELSafely in harbour
Is the king’s ship; in the deep nook, where once265
Thou call’dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex’d Bermoothes, there she’s hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow’d;
Who, with a charm join’d to their suffer’d labour,
I have left asleep; and for the rest o’ the fleet270
Which I dispersed, they all have met again
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples,
Supposing that they saw the king’s ship wreck’d
And his great person perish.275
PROSPEROAriel, thy charge
Exactly is perform’d: but there’s more work.
What is the time o’ the day?
ARIELPast the mid season.
PROSPEROAt least two glasses. The time ‘twixt six and now280
Must by us both be spent most preciously.
ARIELIs there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
Which is not yet perform’d me.
PROSPEROHow now? moody?285
What is’t thou canst demand?
ARIELMy liberty.
PROSPEROBefore the time be out? no more!
ARIELI prithee,
Remember I have done thee worthy service;290
Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
To bate me a full year.
PROSPERODost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?295
PROSPEROThou dost, and think’st it much to tread the ooze
Of the salt deep,
To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
To do me business in the veins o’ the earth300
When it is baked with frost.
ARIELI do not, sir.
PROSPEROThou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?305
ARIELNo, sir.
PROSPEROThou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.
ARIELSir, in Argier.
PROSPEROO, was she so? I must
Once in a month recount what thou hast been,310
Which thou forget’st. This damn’d witch Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know’st, was banish’d: for one thing she did
They would not take her life. Is not this true?315
ARIELAy, sir.
PROSPEROThis blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child
And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
As thou report’st thyself, wast then her servant;
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate320
To act her earthy and abhorr’d commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift325
Imprison’d thou didst painfully remain
A dozen years; within which space she died
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans
As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island–
Save for the son that she did litter here,330
A freckled whelp hag-born–not honour’d with
A human shape.
ARIELYes, Caliban her son.
PROSPERODull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know’st335
What torment I did find thee in; thy groans
Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts
Of ever angry bears: it was a torment
To lay upon the damn’d, which Sycorax
Could not again undo: it was mine art,340
When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape
The pine and let thee out.
ARIELI thank thee, master.
PROSPEROIf thou more murmur’st, I will rend an oak
And peg thee in his knotty entrails till345
Thou hast howl’d away twelve winters.
ARIELPardon, master;
I will be correspondent to command
And do my spiriting gently.
PROSPERODo so, and after two days350
I will discharge thee.
ARIELThat’s my noble master!
What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?
PROSPEROGo make thyself like a nymph o’ the sea: be subject
To no sight but thine and mine, invisible355
To every eyeball else. Go take this shape
And hither come in’t: go, hence with diligence!
[Exit ARIEL]
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!
MIRANDAThe strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.360
PROSPEROShake it off. Come on;
We’ll visit Caliban my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.
MIRANDA‘Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on.365
PROSPEROBut, as ’tis,
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood and serves in offices
That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.370
CALIBAN[Within] There’s wood enough within.
PROSPEROCome forth, I say! there’s other business for thee:
Come, thou tortoise! when?
[Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph]
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.375
ARIELMy lord it shall be done.
PROSPEROThou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
CALIBANAs wicked dew as e’er my mother brush’d
With raven’s feather from unwholesome fen380
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye
And blister you all o’er!
PROSPEROFor this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,385
All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch’d
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made ’em.
CALIBANI must eat my dinner.
This island’s mine, by Sycorax my mother,390
Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,
Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me
Water with berries in’t, and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee395
And show’d thee all the qualities o’ the isle,
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:
Cursed be I that did so! All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,400
Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest o’ the island.
PROSPEROThou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,405
Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.
CALIBANO ho, O ho! would’t had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else410
This isle with Calibans.
PROSPEROAbhorred slave,
Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour415
One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow’d thy purposes
With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in’t which420
good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confined into this rock,
Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
CALIBANYou taught me language; and my profit on’t425
Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
For learning me your language!
PROSPEROHag-seed, hence!
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou’rt best,
To answer other business. Shrug’st thou, malice?430
If thou neglect’st or dost unwillingly
What I command, I’ll rack thee with old cramps,
Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
CALIBANNo, pray thee.435
I must obey: his art is of such power,
It would control my dam’s god, Setebos,
and make a vassal of him.
PROSPEROSo, slave; hence!
[ Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following ]
ARIEL’S song.
Come unto these yellow sands,440
And then take hands:
Courtsied when you have and kiss’d
The wild waves whist,
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.445
Hark, hark!
[Burthen (dispersedly, within) Bow-wow]
The watch-dogs bark!
[Burthen Bow-wow]
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer450
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
FERDINANDWhere should this music be? i’ the air or the earth?
It sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon
Some god o’ the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father’s wreck,455
This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it,
Or it hath drawn me rather. But ’tis gone.
No, it begins again.460
[ARIEL sings]
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change465
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell
[Burthen Ding-dong]
Hark! now I hear them,–Ding-dong, bell.
FERDINANDThe ditty does remember my drown’d father.
This is no mortal business, nor no sound470
That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.
PROSPEROThe fringed curtains of thine eye advance
And say what thou seest yond.
MIRANDAWhat is’t? a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,475
It carries a brave form. But ’tis a spirit.
PROSPERONo, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses
As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest
Was in the wreck; and, but he’s something stain’d
With grief that’s beauty’s canker, thou mightst call him480
A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows
And strays about to find ’em.
MIRANDAI might call him
A thing divine, for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.485
PROSPERO[Aside] It goes on, I see,
As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I’ll free thee
Within two days for this.
FERDINANDMost sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer490
May know if you remain upon this island;
And that you will some good instruction give
How I may bear me here: my prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
If you be maid or no?495
MIRANDANo wonder, sir;
But certainly a maid.
FERDINANDMy language! heavens!
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where ’tis spoken.500
PROSPEROHow? the best?
What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
FERDINANDA single thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;
And that he does I weep: myself am Naples,505
Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
The king my father wreck’d.
MIRANDAAlack, for mercy!
FERDINANDYes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan
And his brave son being twain.510
PROSPERO[Aside] The Duke of Milan
And his more braver daughter could control thee,
If now ’twere fit to do’t. At the first sight
They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel,
I’ll set thee free for this.515
A word, good sir;
I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
MIRANDAWhy speaks my father so ungently? This
Is the third man that e’er I saw, the first
That e’er I sigh’d for: pity move my father520
To be inclined my way!
FERDINANDO, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I’ll make you
The queen of Naples.
PROSPEROSoft, sir! one word more.525
They are both in either’s powers; but this swift business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.
One word more; I charge thee
That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp530
The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
Upon this island as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on’t.
FERDINANDNo, as I am a man.
MIRANDAThere’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:535
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with’t.
PROSPEROFollow me.
Speak not you for him; he’s a traitor. Come;
I’ll manacle thy neck and feet together:540
Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither’d roots and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
I will resist such entertainment till545
Mine enemy has more power.
[Draws, and is charmed from moving]
MIRANDAO dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He’s gentle and not fearful.
PROSPEROWhat? I say,550
My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;
Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience
Is so possess’d with guilt: come from thy ward,
For I can here disarm thee with this stick
And make thy weapon drop.555
MIRANDABeseech you, father.
PROSPEROHence! hang not on my garments.
MIRANDASir, have pity;
I’ll be his surety.
PROSPEROSilence! one word more560
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
An advocate for an imposter! hush!
Thou think’st there is no more such shapes as he,
Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
To the most of men this is a Caliban565
And they to him are angels.
MIRANDAMy affections
Are then most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.
PROSPEROCome on; obey:570
Thy nerves are in their infancy again
And have no vigour in them.
FERDINANDSo they are;
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father’s loss, the weakness which I feel,575
The wreck of all my friends, nor this man’s threats,
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid: all corners else o’ the earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough580
Have I in such a prison.
PROSPERO[Aside] It works.
Come on.
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!
Follow me.585
Hark what thou else shalt do me.
MIRANDABe of comfort;
My father’s of a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted
Which now came from him.590
PROSPEROThou shalt be free
As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.
ARIELTo the syllable.
PROSPEROCome, follow. Speak not for him.595

The Tempest, Act 2, Scene 1