Scene II. [The island. Before Prospero's cell.]
Enter Prospero and Miranda
Miranda
1If , you
have2Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.3The sky, it seems, would pour down ,4But that the sea, mounting to the ,5Dashes the out. O, I have suffered6With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,7Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,8Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock9Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.10Had I been any god of power, I would11Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere12It should the good ship so have swallow'd and13The fraughting souls within her.
Prospero
Be collected:
14No more amazement: tell your piteous heart15There's no harm done.
Prospero
No harm.
16I have done nothing but in care of thee,17Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who18Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing19Of whence I am, nor that I am more better20Than Prospero, master of a full poor ,21And thy no greater father.
Miranda
More to know
22Did never meddle with my thoughts.
Prospero
'Tis time
23I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,24And pluck my magic garment from me. So:25. Wipe thou thine eyes;
have comfort.26The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd27The very virtue of compassion in thee,28I have with such provision in mine art29So safely ordered that there is no soul--30No, not so much perdition as an hair31 to any creature in the vessel32Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;33For thou must now know farther.
Miranda
You have often
34Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd35And left me to a ,36Concluding 'stay: not yet.'
Prospero
The hour's now come;
37The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;38Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember39A time before we came unto this cell?40I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not41Out three years old.
Miranda
Certainly, sir, I can.
Prospero
By what? by any other house or person?42Of any thing the image tell me that43Hath kept with thy remembrance.
Miranda
'Tis far off
44And rather like a dream than an assurance45That my remembrance warrants. Had I not46Four or five women once that tended me?
Prospero
47Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it48That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else49In the dark backward and of time?50If thou remember'st thou camest here,51How thou camest here thou mayst.
Miranda
But that I do not.
Prospero
52Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,53Thy father was the Duke of Milan and54A prince of power.
Miranda
Sir, are not you my father?
Prospero
55Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and56She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father57Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir58And princess no worse issued.
Miranda
O the heavens!
59What foul play had we, that we came from thence?60Or blessed was't we did?
Prospero
Both, both, my girl:
61By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,62But blessedly hither.
Miranda
O, my heart bleeds
63To think o' the
that I have turn'd you to,64Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
Prospero
65My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio--66I pray thee, mark me--that a brother should67Be so perfidious!--he whom next thyself68Of all the world I loved and to him put69The manage of my state; as at that time70Through all the it was the
first71And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed72In dignity, and for the liberal arts73Without a parallel; those being all my study,74The government I cast upon my brother75And to my state grew stranger, being transported76And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle--77Dost thou attend me?
Miranda
Sir, most heedfully.
Prospero
78Being once perfected how to grant suits,79How to deny them, who to advance and who80To trash for over-topping, new created81The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,82Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key83Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state84To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was85The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,86And suck'd my out on't. Thou attend'st not.
Miranda
87O, good sir, I do.
Prospero
I pray thee, mark me.
88I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated89To closeness and the bettering of my mind90With that which, but by being so retired,91O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother92Awaked an evil nature; and my trust,93Like a good parent, did beget of him94A falsehood in its contrary as great95As my trust was; which had indeed no limit,96A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,97Not only with what my revenue yielded,98But what my power might else exact, like one99Who having into truth, by telling of it,100Made such a sinner of his memory,101To credit his own lie, he did believe102He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution103And executing the outward face of royalty,104With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing--105Dost thou hear?
Miranda
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
Prospero
106To have no screen between this part he play'd107And him he play'd it for, he needs will be108Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library109Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties110He thinks me now incapable; confederates--111So dry he was for sway--wi' the King of Naples112To give him annual tribute, do him homage,113Subject his coronet to his crown and bend114The dukedom yet unbow'd--alas, poor Milan!--115To most stooping.
Prospero
116Mark his condition and the event; then tell me117If this might be a brother.
Miranda
I should sin
118To think but nobly of my grandmother:119Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Prospero
Now the condition.
120The King of Naples, being an enemy121To me , hearkens my brother's suit;122Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises123Of homage and I know not how much tribute,124Should presently extirpate me and mine125Out of the dukedom and confer fair Milan126With all the honours on my brother: whereon,127A treacherous army levied, one midnight128Fated to the purpose did Antonio open129The gates of Milan, and, i' the dead of darkness,130The ministers for the purpose hurried thence131Me and thy crying self.
Miranda
Alack, for pity!
132I, not remembering how I cried out then,133Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint134That wrings mine eyes to't.
Prospero
Hear a little further135And then I'll bring thee to the present business136Which now's upon's; without the which this story137Were most impertinent.
Miranda
Wherefore did they not
138That hour destroy us?
Prospero
Well demanded, wench:
139My tale provokes that question. Dear, they not,140So dear the love my people bore me, nor set141A mark so bloody on the business, but142With colours fairer painted their foul ends.143In few, they hurried us aboard a ,144Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared145A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,146Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats147Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,148To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh149To the winds whose pity, sighing back again,150Did us but loving wrong.
Miranda
Alack, what trouble
151Was I then to you!
Prospero
O, a
152Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile.152Infused with a fortitude from heaven,154When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,155Under my groan'd; which raised in me156An undergoing stomach, to bear up157Against what should ensue.
Miranda
How came we ashore?
Prospero
158By Providence divine.159Some food we had and some fresh water that160A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,161Out of his charity, being then appointed162Master of this design, did give us, with163Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,164Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,165Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me166From mine own library with volumes that167I prize above my dukedom.
Miranda
Would I might
168But ever see that man!
Prospero
168Now I arise:169Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.170Here in this island we arrived; and here171Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit172Than other princesses can that have more time173For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.
Miranda
174Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,175For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason176For raising this sea-storm?
Prospero
Know thus far forth.
177By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,178Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies179Brought to this shore; and by my 180I find my doth depend upon181A most auspicious star, whose influence182If now I court not but omit, my fortunes183Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions:184Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,185And : I know thou canst not choose.186Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.187Approach, my Ariel, come.
Ariel
188All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come189To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,190To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride191On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task192Ariel and all his quality.
Prospero
Hast thou, spirit,
193Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
Ariel
To every article.
194I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,195Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,196I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,197And burn in many places; on the topmast,198The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,199Then meet and join. , the precursors200O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary201And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks202Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune203Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,204Yea, his dread trident shake.
Prospero
My brave spirit!
205Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil206Would not infect his reason?
Ariel
Not a soul
207But felt a fever of the mad and play'd208Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners209Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,210Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,211With hair up-staring,--then like reeds, not hair,--212Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty213And all the devils are here.'
Prospero
Why that's my spirit!
214But was not this shore?
Ariel
Close by, my master.
Prospero
215But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ariel
Not a hair perish'd;
216On their sustaining garments not a blemish,217But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,218In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.219The king's son have I landed by himself;220Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs221In an odd angle of the isle and sitting,222His arms in this .
Prospero
Of the king's ship
223The mariners say how thou hast disposed224And all the rest o' the fleet.
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Ariel
Safely in harbour
225Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once226Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew227From the still-vex'd , there she's hid:228The mariners all under hatches stow'd;229Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,230I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet231Which I dispersed, they all have met again232And are upon the Mediterranean flote,234Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd235And his great person perish.
Prospero
Ariel, thy charge
236Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work.237What is the time o' the day?
Ariel
Past the mid season.
Prospero
238At least two . The time
239Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Ariel
240Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,241Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,242Which is not yet perform'd me.
Prospero
How now? moody?
243What is't thou canst demand?
Prospero
244Before the time be out? no more!
Ariel
I prithee,
245Remember I have done thee worthy service;246Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served247Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise248To bate me a full year.
Prospero
Dost thou forget
249From what a torment I did free thee?
Prospero
250Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze251Of the salt deep,252To run upon the sharp wind of the north,253To do me business in the veins o' the earth254When it is baked with frost.
Prospero
255Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot256The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy257Was grown into a ? hast thou forgot her?
Prospero
Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.
Prospero
O, was she so? I must
260Once in a month recount what thou hast been,261Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax,262For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible263To enter human hearing, from Argier,264Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did265They would not take her life. Is not this true?
Prospero
267This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child268And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,269As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant;270And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate271To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,272Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,273By help of her more potent ministers274And in her most unmitigable rage,275Into a cloven pine; within which rift276Imprison'd thou didst painfully remain277A dozen years; within which space she died278And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans279As fast as . Then was this island--280Save for the son that she did litter here,281A freckled whelp hag-born--not honour'd with282A human shape.
Ariel
Yes, Caliban her son.
Prospero
283Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban284Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st285What torment I did find thee in; thy groans286Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts287Of ever angry bears: it was a torment288To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax289Could not again undo: it was mine art,290When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape291The pine and let thee out.
Ariel
I thank thee, master.
Prospero
292If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak293And peg thee in his knotty entrails till294Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
Ariel
Pardon, master;
295I will be correspondent to command296And do my spiriting gently.
Prospero
Do so, and after two days
297I will discharge thee.
Ariel
That's my noble master!
298What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?
Prospero
299Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject300To no sight but thine and mine, 301To every eyeball else. Go take this shape302And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence!303, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;304Awake!
Miranda
The strangeness of your story put
305 in me.
Prospero
Shake it off. Come on;
306We'll visit my slave, who never307Yields us kind answer.
Miranda
'Tis a villain, sir,
308I do not love to look on.
Prospero
But, as 'tis,
309We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,310Fetch in our wood and serves in offices311That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!312Thou earth, thou! speak.
Caliban
Within There's wood enough within.
Prospero
313Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:314Come, thou tortoise! when?315Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,316Hark in thine ear.
Ariel
My lord it shall be done.
Exit
Prospero
317Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself318Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
Enter Caliban
Caliban
319As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd320With raven's feather from unwholesome fen321Drop on you both! A on ye322And blister you all o'er!
Prospero
323For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,324Side-stitches that shall ; urchins325Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,326All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd327As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging328Than bees that made 'em.
Caliban
I must eat my dinner.
329This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,330Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,331Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me332Water with berries in't, and teach me how333To name the bigger light, and how the less,334That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee335And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,336The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:337Cursed be I that did so! All the charms338Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!339For I am all the subjects that you have,340Which first was mine own king: and here you me341In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me342The rest o' the island.
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Prospero
Thou most lying slave,
343Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,344Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee345In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate346The of my
child.
Caliban
O ho, O ho! would't had been done!
347Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else348This isle with Calibans.
Prospero
Abhorred slave,
349Which ,350Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,351Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour352One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,353Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like354A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes355With words that made them known. But thy vile race,356Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures357Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou358Deservedly confined into this rock,359Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
Caliban
360You taught me language; and my profit on't361Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you362For learning me your language!
Prospero
Hag-seed, hence!
363Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, ,364To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?365If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly366What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,367Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar368That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
Caliban
No, pray thee.
369I must obey: his art is of such power,370It would control my dam's god, Setebos,371and make a vassal of him.
Prospero
So, slave; hence!
Exit Caliban
Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing; Ferdinand following Ariel's
song.
[Ariel]
372Come unto these yellow sands,373And then take hands:374Courtsied when you have and kiss'd375The wild waves whist,376Foot it featly here and there;377And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.378Hark, hark!379Bow-wow380The watch-dogs bark!381Bow-wow382Hark, hark! I hear383The strain of strutting 384Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
Ferdinand
385Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth?386It sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon387Some god o' the island. Sitting on a bank,388Weeping again the king my father's wreck,389This music crept by me upon the waters,390Allaying both their fury and my passion391With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,392Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone.393No, it begins again.
Ariel sings
[Ariel]
394Full fathom five thy father lies;395Of his bones are coral made;396Those are pearls that were his eyes:397Nothing of him that doth fade398But doth suffer a sea-change399Into something rich and strange.400Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell401Hark! now I hear them,--Ding-dong, bell.
Ferdinand
402The ditty does remember my drown'd father.403This is no mortal business, nor no sound404That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.
Prospero
405The fringed curtains of thine eye advance406And say what thou seest yond.
Miranda
What is't? a spirit?
407Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,408It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.
Prospero
409No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses410As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest411Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd412With grief that's beauty's , thou
mightst call him413A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows414And strays about to find 'em.
Miranda
I might call him
415A thing divine, for nothing natural416I ever saw so noble.
Prospero
It goes on, I see,
417As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee418Within two days for this.
Ferdinand
Most sure, the goddess
419On whom these airs attend! my prayer420May know if you remain upon this island;421And that you will some good instruction give422How I may bear me here: my prime request,423Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!424If you be maid or no?
Miranda
No wonder, sir;
425But certainly a maid.
Ferdinand
My language! heavens!
426I am the best of them that speak this speech,427Were I but where 'tis spoken.
Prospero
How? the best?
428What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
Ferdinand
429A single thing, as I am now, that wonders430To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;431And that he does I weep: myself am Naples,432Who with mine eyes, never since at , beheld433The king my father wreck'd.
Miranda
Alack, for mercy!
Ferdinand
434Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan435And his brave son being twain.
Prospero
435The Duke of Milan 436And his more braver daughter could control thee,437If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight438They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel,439I'll set thee free for this.
A word, good sir;
440I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
Miranda
441Why speaks my father so ungently? This442Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first443That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father444To be inclined my way!
Ferdinand
O, if a virgin,
445And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you446The queen of Naples.
Prospero
, sir! one word more.
447They are both in either's powers; but this swift business448I must uneasy make, lest too light winning449Make the prize light.449
One word more; I charge thee
450That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp451; and hast put
thyself452Upon this island as a spy, to win it453From me, the lord on't.
Ferdinand
453
No, as I am a man.
Miranda
454There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:455If the ill spirit have so fair a house,456Good things will strive to dwell with't.
Prospero
Follow me.
457Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come;458I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:459Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be460The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and husks461Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
Ferdinand
No;
462I will resist such entertainment till463Mine enemy has more power.
Miranda
O dear father,
464Make not too rash a trial of him, for465He's gentle and not fearful.
Prospero
What? I say,
466My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;467Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience468Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward,469For I can here disarm thee with this stick470And make thy weapon drop.
Miranda
Beseech you, father.
Prospero
471Hence! hang not on my garments.
Miranda
Sir, have pity;
472I'll be his .
Prospero
Silence! one word more
473Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!474An advocate for an imposter! hush!475Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,476Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!477To the most of men this is a Caliban478And they to him are angels.
Miranda
My affections
479Are then most humble; I have no ambition480To see a goodlier man.
Prospero
Come on; obey:
481Thy nerves are in their infancy again482And have no vigour in them.
Ferdinand
So they are;
483My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.484My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,485The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats,486To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,487Might I but through my prison once a day488Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth489Let liberty make use of; space enough490Have I in such a prison.
Prospero
It works.
Come on.
491Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! [To Ferdinand] Follow
me.492 what thou else shalt do me.
Miranda
Be of comfort;
493My father's of a better nature, sir,494Than he appears by speech: this is 495Which now came from him.
Prospero
Thou shalt be free
496As mountain winds: but then exactly do497All points of my command.
Prospero
498Come, follow.
Speak not for him.
Exeunt