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 For our case is as theirs. [us assist them, Seb. I am out of patience. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.

This wide-chopp'd rascal,
mightst lie drowning,
The washing of ten tides!
Gon.
He'll be hang'd 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! Farewell, brother!"
-"We split, we split, we split !".
Ant. Let's all sink with the king. [Exit.
Seb. Let's take leave of him.
[Exit.
Gon. Now would I give a thousand fur-
longs 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,
[cheek,
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's|
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.
Pro.
Be collected:
No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done. Mira. O, woe the day!
Pro.
No harm.

I have done nothing but in care of thee,
(Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!)
who

Pro.

how is it,

Telse

That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou
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 year since, Miranda, twelve
year since,

Thy father was the duke of Milan, and
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.

O the heavens!
What foul play had we, that we came from
Or blessed was't we did?
[thence?
Pro.
Both, both, my girl :
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd
But blessedly holp hither.
[thence;
Mira.
O! my heart bleeds
To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance.
Please you
[Antonio,-

Or else new form'd them: having both the key Of officer and office, set all hearts i' th' 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 not.

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'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,
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 sub-
stitution,

And executing the outward face of royalty,
With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition
Dost thou hear?
[growing.
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Pro. To have no screen between this part
he play'd

And him he play'd it for, he needs will be 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) 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 tell me

If this might be a brother. Mira. I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother: .
Good wombs have borne bad sons.
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,-

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 [ness,
The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of dark-
The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Me, and thy crying self.
Mira.
Alack, for pity!

I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,
That wrings mine eyes to 't.

Pro.

ness

Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present busi[story Which now's upon us; without the which, this Were most impertinent.

Mira.

That hour destroy us? Pro.

Wherefore did they not

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 pre-
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, (pard
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.

Alack, what trouble Was I then to you! Pro. O! a cherubin Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst Infused with a fortitude from heaven, [smile, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,

[me

Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.

Mira.

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
gentleness,

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

Mira.
Would I might
But ever see that man! Pro. Now I arise :-
[Puts on his robe again.
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 princesses can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.

And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, [vant: As thou report'st thyself, was then her serAnd, 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 [island As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this (Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with A human shape. Ari. Yes; Caliban her son. 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 arrivd and heard thee, that made
The pine, and let thee out.
Igape
Ari.
I thank thee, master.
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till [oak,
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
Ari.

Pardon, master :
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.

I wi discharge thee.

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 dili[Exit Ariel. gence. Arake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept Awake! [well; Mira. [Waking.] The strangeness of your story put

Heaviness in me. Pro. Shake it off. Come We'd visit Caliban, my slave, who never [on; Ye is us kind answer.

I do not love to look on. Pro. But, as 'tis,
We cannot miss him he does make our fire,
Fech in our wood; and serves in offices
Tat profit us.-What ho! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. Within.] There's wood enough within. [ness for thee: Pra. Come forth, I say; there's other busiCome, thou tortoise! when?

Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,

Hark in thine ear.

Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! [himself Enter Caliban. [brush'd Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er! [have cramps, Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins [work, Shall, for that vast of night that they may All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more Than bees that made them. [stinging

Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, [wouldst give me

Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of 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 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,
Which first was mine own king; and here
you sty me

In this hard rock, while you do keep from me
The rest o' the island.
Pro.

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

[thee

Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd 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. 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 [savage, One thing or other: when thou didst not, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like

each hour

A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known but thy [good natures

vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which Could not abide to be with; therefore wast Deservedly confin'd into this rock, [thou Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.

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

Pro.

Hag-seed, hence!