Imatges de pÓgina

A prince of power. MIRA.

Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter,-who | Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
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.

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I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.--So; [Lays down his robe. 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

Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink.
Sit down;

For thou must now know further.

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that there is no soul-] Rowe prints,

"that there is no soul lost; "

Theobald. "that there is no foyle;" and Johnson, "that there is no soil." We believe, notwithstanding Steevens' remark that "such interruptions are not uncommon to Shakspeare," that "soul" is a typographical error, and that the author wrote, as Capell reads, "that there is no loss,

No, not so much perdition as an hair
Betid to any creature," &c.

b You have often, &c.] Query, "You have oft," &c.

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.

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PRO. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd An


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?

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PRO. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them, who to advance, and who To trash for over-topping,-new created The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd 'em, Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, And suck'd my verdure out on 't.-Thou attend'st


MIRA. O good sir, I do. PRO. I pray thee, mark me. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness, and the bettering of my mind With that, which, but by being so retir'd, O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Awak'd an evil nature; and my trust,

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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
Who having unto 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,
With all prerogative:-hence his ambition grow-

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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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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 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.

MIRA. Was I then to you?

PRO. Thou wast that did


Alack, what trouble

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How came we ashore ?
PRO. By Providence divine.

Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity,-who being then appointed
Master of this design,-did give us; with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his gen-

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
From mine own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.


But ever see that man!

Would I might

Alack, for pity!

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(*) Old text, Butt.

and this emendation is entitled to more respect than it has received.

b In lieu-] In lieu means here, in guerdon, or consideration; not as it usually signifies, instead, or in place.

Fated to the purpose,-] Mr. Collier's annotator reads,"Fated to the practice;" and as "purpose" is repeated two lines below, the substitution is an improvement.

d In few,-] To be brief; in a few words.

e Deck'd-1 Decked, if not a corruption for degged, an old provincialism, probably meant the same, that is, sprinkled.


PRO. [Aside to ARIEL, above.] Now I arise: Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island we arriv'd; and here Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Than other princess' can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. MIRA. Heavens thank you for't! And now, pray you, sir,

For still 'tis beating in my mind,—your reason For raising this sea-storm?


PRO. Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful FortuneNow 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

Will ever after droop.-Here cease more ques


Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 't is a good dulness,
And give it way;-I know thou canst not choose.
[MIRANDA sleeps.
Come away, servant, come! I am ready now:
Approach, my Ariel; come!

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a Now I arise:-] The purport of these words has never been satisfactorily explained, because they have been always understood as addressed to Miranda. If we suppose them directed not to her, but aside to Ariel, who has entered, in visible except to Prospero, after having

"Perform'd to point the tempest,"

and whose arrival occasions Prospero to operate his sleepy charm

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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-staring, then like reeds, not hair,Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.

PRO. Why, that's my spirit! But was not this nigh shore? ARI. Close by, my master. PRO. But are they, Ariel, safe? ARI.

Not a hair perish'd; On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me, In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle. The king's son have I landed by himself; Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,

And are upon the Mediterranean flote,-] Mr. Collier's annotator suggests," And all upon," &c.: but what is gained by the alteration we cannot discern. Flote is here used substantively for food or wave, as in the following from Middleton and Rowley's

In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, His arms in this sad knot.

Of the king's ship,


The mariners, say how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o' the fleet.

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,(4) 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 wreck'd,
And his great person perish.

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

Past the mid season.

play of "The Spanish Gipsie," Act I. Sc. 5,

it did not

More check my rash attempt, than draw to ebb The float of those desires."

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ARI. PRO. Before the time be out? no more! ARI. I pr'ythee, Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv'd Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise

To bate me a full year.


Dost thou forget


From what a torment I did free thee?


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a At least two glasses-the time, 'twixt six and nowMust by us both be spent most preciously.]

By the customary punctuation of this passage, Prospero is made to ask a question and answer it. The pointing we adopt obviates this inconsistency, and renders any change in the distribution of the speeches needless.

b Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv'd-] The second thee, which overloads the line, was probably repeated by the compositor through inadvertence.

c Argier.] The old English name for Algiers.

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

I do not, sir.

ARI. 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.

PRO. Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.

ARI. Sir, in Argier.


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.

PRO. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,d

And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant;

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