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BUNGAY: PRINTED BY JOHN CHILDS AND SON.

THE

PLAYS

OF

WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.

THE TEMPEST.

Alonso, King of Naples.

Sebastian, his Brother.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

Stephano, a drunken Butler.

Prospero, the rightful Duke of Milan.

Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners.

Antonio, his Brother, the usurping Duke of Miranda, Daughter to Prospero.

Milan.

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Caliban, a savage and deformed Slave.
Trinculo, a Jester.

Ariel, an airy Spirit.

Iris,
Ceres,
Juno,
Nymphs,
Reapers,

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Other Spirits attending on Prospero.

SCENE,―The Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an uninhabited Island.

ACT I.

SCENE I.-On a ship at Sea.

A Storm with Thunder and Lightning.
Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain.

Mast. BOATSWAIN,

Boats. Here, master: What cheer? Mast. Good: Speak to the mariners: fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir.

Enter Mariners.

[Exit.

Bonts. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: take in the topsail; Tend to the master's whistle.-Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand,
Gonzalo, and others.

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

Boats. I pray now, keep below.

Aut. Where is the master, Boatswain? Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour; Keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Gon. Nay, good, be patient. Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence: trouble us not.

Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts.-Out of our way, I say. (Exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.

Re-enter Boatswain.

Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course. [A cry within.) A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.

Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

Seb. A pox o'your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!

Bonts. Work you, then.

Aut. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanched wench.

Bunts. Lay her a-hold, a-hold: set her two
courses; off to sea again, lay her off.
Enter Mariners wet.

Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
[Exeunt.

Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?
Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us as-
sist them,
For our case is as theirs.

Seb. I am out of patience.

Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by
drunkards.-

This wide-chapp'd rascal ;-'Would, thou might'st
lie drowning,
The washing of ten tides!

Gon.
He'll be hanged yet;
Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at wid'st to glut him.
[A confused noise within.]-Mercy on us! We split,
we split !-Farewell, my wife and children! Fare-
well, brother! We split, we split, we split!-
Ant. Let's all sink with the king.
Seb. Let's take leave of him.
Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of
sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath,
brown furze, any thing: The wills above be done.
[Exeunt. but I would fain die a dry death.
[Exit
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SCENE II. The Island: before the Cell of Prospero.

Enter Prospero and Miranda.

Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd
With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creatures 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 would
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er
It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
The freighting souls within her.
Be collected;

Pro.

No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done.

Mira.

Pro.

O, woe the day!

No harm.

I have done nothing but in care of thee,
(Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Of whence I am; nor that I am more better
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father.

Mira.

More to know

Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Pro.

'Tis time I should inform thee further. 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.

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 order'd, that there is no soul-
No, not so much perdition as an hair,
Betid to any creature in the vessel

Mira.
O, my heart bleeds
To think o'the teen that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you fur.
ther.

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,-
I pray thee, mark me,--that a brother should
Be so perfidious!-he whom, next thyself,
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The manage of my state; as, at that time,
Through all the signiories it was the first,
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 transported,
And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle-
Dost thou attend me?

Sir, most heedfully.

Mira.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom
To trash for over-topping; new created
The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd
them,

Or else new form'd them: having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts

To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, {not:
And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou attend'st
I pray thee, mark me.
Mira.
O good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
To closeness and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being so retir'd,
O'erpriz'd all popular rate, in my false brother,
Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
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 one,

Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Who having, unto truth, by telling of it,

Sit down;

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I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties

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Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: but how is
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 cam'st here,
How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.
Mira.

But that I do not.
Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years
Thy father was the duke of Milan, and [since,
A prince of power.
Mira.

Sir, are not you my father!
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She said-thou wast my daughter; and thy father
Was duke of Milan; and his only heir
A princess;--no worse issued.
Mira.

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He thinks me now incapable: confederates
(So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples,
To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan !)
To most ignoble stooping.

Mira.
O the heavens!
Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then
If this might be a brother.
[tell me,
I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Good wombs have borne bad sons.

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Pro.
Now the condition.
This 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 mine
Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
With all the honours, on my brother: whereon
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
The gates of Milan; and i'the dead of darkness,
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.

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Well demanded, wench;

My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not;

(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set

A mark so bloody on the business; but

With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
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.

Mira.

Was I then to you!
Pro.

Alack! what trouble

O! a cherubim

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Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit
Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.

O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight outrunning were not: the fire, and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble;
Yea, his dread trident shake.
Pro.
My brave spirit!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason?
Ari.

Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation: all, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up starting (then like reeds, not hair,)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.

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Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid
The mariners all under hatches stowed;
Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep and for the rest o'the fleet,
Which I dispers'd, 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.

Pro.

Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:
What is the time o'the day?
Ari.

Past the mid season.
Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and
[now,
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me.
pains,

Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I Must by us both be spent most preciously. pray you, sir,

(For still 'tis beating in my mind), your reason

For raising this sea-storm?

Pro.

Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
Know thus far forth.-Which is not yet perform'd me.
How now ? moody?

By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies

Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon

A most auspicious star; whose influence

If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes

Pro.
What is't thou canst demand?
Ari.

My liberty.
Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Ari..
I pray thee
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst
bate me a full year.
[promise
Pro.
Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
Ari.
Pro. Thou dost; and think'st
It much to tread the ooze of the salt deep;

Will ever after droop.-Here cease more questions;
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way;-I know thou canst not choose.-To
[Miranda sleeps.
Come away, servant, come: I'm ready now;
Approach, my Ariel; come.

Enter Ariel.

No.

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come To run upon the sharp wind of the north;
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task
Ariel, and all his quality.
Pro.

Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
Ari. To every article.

I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly;
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the pre-

cursors

To do me business in the veins o'the earth,
When it is bak'd with frost.
Ari.

I do not, sir.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou
forgot

The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy,
Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
Ari. No, sir.
[tell me.
Pro. Thou hast: where was she born? speak:
Ari. Sir, in Argier.
Pro.

O, was she so? I must,
Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
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?
Ari. Ay, sir.

Pro. This blue-ey'd 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 delicate
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 rift
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,
A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with
A human shape.
Yes; Caliban her son.

Ari.

Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st 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, When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape The pine, and let thee out. Ari. I thank thee, master. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Ari.

Pardon, master:

I will be correspondent to command, And do my sprighting gently.

Pro.

Do so; and after two days

I will discharge thee.
Ari.
That's my noble master!
What shall I do? say what? what shall I do?
Pro. Go make thyself like a nymph of the sea;
Be subject to no sight but thine and mine; invisible
To every eye-ball 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!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.

Pro. Shake it off: come on;

We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never

Yields us kind answer.

Mira.

I do not love to look on.

Pro.

'Tis a villain, sir,

But, as 'tis,

We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices
That profit us. What, no! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business
Come, thou tortoise! when?

[for thee;

Re-enter Ariel, like a Water-Nymph.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.
Ari.

My lord, it shall be done. [Exit.j
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil him-
[self
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

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All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made them.
Cal.
I must eat my dinner.
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first,
Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st 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 lov'd thee,
And shew'd thee all the qualities o'the isle,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fer-
Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms
[tile;
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!"
For I am all the subjects that you have, [me
Which first was mine own king: and here you sty
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island.

Pro.

Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us'd thee,

Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child.

Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans.

Pro.

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Abhorred slave; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each 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 [natures race, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadst deserv'd more than 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!

Pro.

Hag-seed, hence ! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? 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. Cal.

No, pray thee !_ I must obey: his art is of such power, It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him.

Pro.

[Aside.

So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban.

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The strain of strutting chanticlere,
Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

Fer. Where should this music be? i'the air, or

the earth?

It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,

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