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THE TEMPEST

TEMPEST

William Shakespeare

1612

THE TEMPEST

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

ALONSO, King of Naples SEBASTIAN, his brother PROSPERO,

the right Duke of Milan ANTONIO, his brother, the usurping Duke of

Milan FERDINAND, son to the King of Naples GONZALO, an honest

old counsellor

Lords ADRIAN FRANCISCO CALIBAN, a savage and deformed

slave TRINCULO, a jester STEPHANO, a drunken butler MASTER OF A

SHIP BOATSWAIN MARINERS

MIRANDA, daughter to Prospero

ARIEL, an airy spirit

Spirits IRIS CERES JUNO NYMPHS REAPERS Other Spirits

attending on Prospero

Scnen: A ship at sea; afterwards an uninhabited island

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ACT 1

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SCENE 1

On a ship at sea; a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard

[Enter a SHIPMASTER and a BOATSWAIN]

MASTER. Boatswain! BOATSWAIN. Here, master; what cheer?

MASTER. Good! Speak to th' mariners; fall to't yarely, or we run

ourselves aground; bestir, bestir. [Exit]

[Enter MARINERS]

BOATSWAIN. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare,

yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to th' master's whistle. Blow till thou burst

thy wind, if room enough.

[Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, FERDINAND

GONZALO, and OTHERS]

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

men. BOATSWAIN. I pray now, keep below. ANTONIO. Where is the

master, boson? BOATSWAIN. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour;

keep your cabins; you do assist the storm. GONZALO. Nay, good, be

patient. BOATSWAIN. When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers

for the name of king? To cabin! silence! Trouble us not. GONZALO.

Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard. BOATSWAIN. None that I

more love than myself. You are 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 liv'd 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 GONZALO.

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 hang'd, our case is miserable. [Exeunt]

[Re-enter BOATSWAIN]

BOATSWAIN. Down with the topmast. Yare, lower, lower! Bring her

to try wi' th' maincourse. [A cry within] A plague upon this howling! They

are louder than the weather or our office.

[Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and GONZALO]

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Yet again! What do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have

you a mind to sink? SEBASTIAN. A pox o' your throat, you bawling,

blasphemous, incharitable dog! BOATSWAIN. Work you, then.

ANTONIO. Hang, cur; hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker; we are

less afraid to be drown'd than thou art. GONZALO. I'll warrant him for

drowning, though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky

as an unstanched wench. BOATSWAIN. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her

two courses; off to sea again; lay her off.

[Enter MARINERS, Wet] MARINERS. All lost! to prayers, to

prayers! all lost! [Exeunt] BOATSWAIN. What, must our mouths be cold?

GONZALO. The King and Prince at prayers! Let's assist them, For our

case is as theirs. SEBASTIAN. I am out of patience. ANTONIO. We are

merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chopp'd rascal-would

thou mightst lie drowning The washing of ten tides! GONZALO. 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!] ANTONIO. Let's all sink wi' th' King. SEBASTIAN. Let's take

leave of him. [Exeunt ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN] GONZALO. 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, but I would fain

die dry death. [Exeunt]

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SCENE 2

The Island. Before PROSPERO'S cell

[Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA]

MIRANDA. 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 th' welkin's cheek, Dashes the

fire out. O, I have suffered 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 ere It

should the good ship so have swallow'd and The fraughting souls within

her. PROSPERO. Be collected; No more amazement; tell your piteous

heart There's no harm done. MIRANDA. O, woe the day! PROSPERO.

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. MIRANDA. More to know Did never

meddle with my thoughts. PROSPERO. 'Tis time I should inform thee

farther. 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

ordered 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 farther. MIRANDA. You have often

Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd, And left me to a bootless

inquisition, Concluding 'Stay; not yet.' PROSPERO. The hour's now come;

The very minute bids thee ope thine ear. Obey, and be attentive. Canst

thou remember A time before we came unto this cell? I do not think thou

canst; for then thou wast not Out three years old. MIRANDA. Certainly,

sir, I can. PROSPERO. By what? By any other house, or person? Of any

thing the image, tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance?

MIRANDA. 'Tis far off, And rather like a dream than an assurance That

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my remembrance warrants. Had I not Four, or five, women once, that

tended me? PROSPERO. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it

That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else In the dark backward and

abysm of time? If thou rememb'rest aught, ere thou cam'st here, How thou

cam'st here thou mayst. MIRANDA. But that I do not. PROSPERO.

Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, Thy father was the Duke of

Milan, and A prince of power. MIRANDA. Sir, are not you my father?

PROSPERO. 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 And

princess no worse issued. MIRANDA. O, the heavens! What foul play had

we that we came from thence? Or blessed was't we did? PROSPERO.

Both, both, my girl. By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence;

But blessedly holp hither. MIRANDA. O, my heart bleeds To think o' th'

teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance. Please you,

farther. PROSPERO. 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 signories 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? MIRANDA. Sir, most heedfully.

PROSPERO. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them,

who t' 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' 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. MIRANDA. O,

good sir, I do! PROSPERO. 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, 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

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only with what my revenue yielded, But what my power might else exact,

like one Who having into 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' th' substitution, And executing th' outward face of royalty With all

prerogative. Hence his ambition growing- Dost thou hear? MIRANDA.

Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. PROSPERO. 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, wi' th' 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. MIRANDA. O the

heavens! PROSPERO. Mark his condition, and th' event, then tell me If

this might be a brother. MIRANDA. I should sin To think but nobly of my

grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons. PROSPERO. 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' th' 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 th' purpose, did Antonio open The gates of Milan; and, i' th' dead of

darkness, The ministers for th' purpose hurried thence Me and thy crying

self. MIRANDA. 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. PROSPERO.

Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present busines Which

now's upon 's; without the which this story Were most impertinent.

MIRANDA. Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us? PROSPERO.

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

prepared A rotten carcass 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 th' sea,

that roar'd to us; to sigh To th' winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Did

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us but loving wrong. MIRANDA. Alack, what trouble Was I then to you!

PROSPERO. O, a cherubin Thou wast that did preserve me! Thou didst

smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea

with drops full salt, Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me An

undergoing stomach, to bear up Against what should ensue. MIRANDA.

How came we ashore? PROSPERO. 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 mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

MIRANDA. Would I might But ever see that man! PROSPERO. Now I

arise. [Puts on his mantle] 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. MIRANDA. Heavens thank you for't! And

now, I pray you, sir, For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason For

raising this sea-storm? PROSPERO. Know thus far forth: 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 Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions; Thou art

inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dullness, And give it way. I know thou canst

not choose. [MIRANDA sleeps] Come away, servant; come; I am ready

now. Approach, my Ariel. Come.

[Enter ARIEL]

ARIEL. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come 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.

PROSPERO. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade

thee? ARIEL. 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. Sometime

I'd divide, And burn in many places; on the topmast, The yards, and

bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet and join Jove's lightning, the

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precursors O' th' dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-

outrunning were not; the fire and cracks Of sulphurous roaring the most

mighty Neptune Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea,

his dread trident shake. PROSPERO. My brave spirit! Who was so firm,

so constant, that this coil Would not infect his reason? ARIEL. 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 afire

with me; the King's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring-then like reeds,

not hair- Was the first man that leapt; cried 'Hell is empty, And all the

devils are here.' PROSPERO. Why, that's my spirit! But was not this nigh

shore? ARIEL. Close by, my master. PROSPERO. But are they, Ariel, safe?

ARIEL. 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 In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, His

arms in this sad knot. PROSPERO. Of the King's ship, The mariners, say

how thou hast dispos'd, And all the rest o' th' fleet? ARIEL. 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, Who, with a charm join'd to

their suff'red labour, I have left asleep; and for the rest o' th' 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. PROSPERO. Ariel, thy charge

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work. What is the time o' th' day?

ARIEL. Past the mid season. PROSPERO. At least two glasses. The time

'twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously. ARIEL. Is

there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee

what thou hast promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me. PROSPERO.

How now, moody? What is't thou canst demand? ARIEL. My liberty.

PROSPERO. Before the time be out? No more! ARIEL. I prithee,

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. PROSPERO. Dost thou forget From what

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