Boats. I pray now, keep below. 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. [aboard. Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast 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. [Exeunt. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the topmast; 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 hear? Shall we give o'er and drown? Have you a mind to sink? Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog! This wide-chopp'd rascal ;-'Would, thou mightst [lie drowning, He'll be hanged yet; The washing of ten tides! [A confused noise within.]-Mercy on us! We [Exit. Exit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, anything: The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. [Exit. 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 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 would Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The fraughting souls within her. Be collected; Pro. No more amazement: tell your piteous heart, I have done nothing but in care of thee, 'Tis time Lend thy hand, I should inform thee farther. comfort. THE Mira. And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants: Had I not Four or five women once that tended me? TEMPEST. [is it Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda : But how Mira. A prince of power. Mira. [since, Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Sir, are not you my father? She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father Was duke of Milan; and his only heir And princess no worse issued. Mira. What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Prc. By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; Both, both, my girl; But blessedly holp hither. Mira. To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,— I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated A falsehood, in its contrary as great As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, But what my power might else exact,-like one To credit his own lie,-he did believe He was indeed the duke; out of the substitution, Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he To think but nobly of my grandmother : Pro. This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, Pro. And then I'll bring thee to the present business That hour destroy us? Pro. Well demanded, wench; Mytale 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 carcase of a butt, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Instinctively have 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. Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Pro. Know thus far forth. A most auspicious star; whose influence Enter Ariel. Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I To answer thy best pleasure; be 't to fly, [come To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding task I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Pro. But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Pro. Ari. 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 stow'd; 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 wrack'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 Must by us both be spent most preciously. [and now Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Pro. What is 't thou canst demand? From what a torment I did free thee? Ari. No. Pro. Thou dost; and think'st it much to tread Of the salt deep; [the ooze To run upon the sharp wind of the north; To do me business in the veins o' the earth, When it is bak'd with frost. Ari. I do not, sir. Pro. Thouliest, 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 forgett'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. [child, Pro. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with A dozen years, within which space she died, Pardon, master: I will be correspondent to command, I will discharge thee. Ari. Do so; and after two days That's my noble master ! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Pro. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea; Be subject to no sight but thine and mine; invisible 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! 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. 'T is a villain, sir, I do not love to look on. Pro. But, as 't is, We cannot miss him he does make our fire, : Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er. [cramps, Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb, 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 Water with berries in 't; and teach me how [give me To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and ferCursed 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, Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest of the island. 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 Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! |