Speeches (Lines) for Prospero in "The Tempest"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 I / 2
  • Be collected:
    No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
    There's no harm...
  • Be collected:
    No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
    There's no harm done.
  • 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 the 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.

2 I / 2
  • No harm.
    I have done nothing but in care of thee,
    Of thee, my dear one,...
  • 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. 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.

3 I / 2
  • 'Tis time
    I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
    And pluck my magi...
  • '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. 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.

4 I / 2
  • The hour's now come;
    The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
    Obey and b...
  • 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. 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.

5 I / 2
  • By what? by any other house or person?
    Of any thing the image tell me that <...
  • By what? by any other house or person?
    Of any thing the image tell me that
    Hath kept with thy remembrance.
  • 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.

6 I / 2
  • Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it
    That this lives in thy mind? Wh...
  • 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 remember'st aught ere thou camest here,
    How thou camest here thou mayst.
  • Miranda. 'Tis far off
    And rather like a dream than an assurance
    That 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 remember'st aught ere thou camest here,
    How thou camest here thou mayst.

7 I / 2
  • Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
    Thy father was the Duke of Mi...
  • Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
    Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
    A prince of power.
  • 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.

8 I / 2
  • Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
    She said thou wast my daughter; and th...
  • Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
    She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
    Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir
    And princess no worse issued.
  • 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 thou his only heir
    And princess no worse issued.

9 I / 2
  • Both, both, my girl:
    By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,
  • Both, both, my girl:
    By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,
    But blessedly holp hither.
  • 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 heaved thence,
    But blessedly holp hither.

10 I / 2
  • My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio--
    I pray thee, mark me--that a brot...
  • 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 loved 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. O, my heart bleeds
    To think o' the 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 loved 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?

11 I / 2
  • Being once perfected how to grant suits,
    How to deny them, who to advance an...
  • 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 changed 'em,
    Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key
    Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
    To what tune pleased 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. Sir, most heedfully.

    Prospero. 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 changed 'em,
    Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key
    Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
    To what tune pleased 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.

12 I / 2
  • I pray thee, mark me.
    I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
    To...
  • 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 retired,
    O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
    Awaked 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 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' the substitution
    And executing the outward face of royalty,
    With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing--
    Dost thou hear?
  • 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 retired,
    O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
    Awaked 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 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' the substitution
    And executing the outward face of royalty,
    With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing--
    Dost thou hear?

13 I / 2
  • To have no screen between this part he play'd
    And him he play'd it for, he n...
  • 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' 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.
  • 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' 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.

14 I / 2
  • Mark his condition and the event; then tell me
    If this might be a brother.
  • Mark his condition and the event; then tell me
    If this might be a brother.
  • Miranda. O the heavens!

    Prospero. Mark his condition and the event; then tell me
    If this might be a brother.

15 I / 2
  • Now the condition.
    The King of Naples, being an enemy
    To me inveterate,...
  • Now the condition.
    The 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.
  • Miranda. I should sin
    To think but nobly of my grandmother:
    Good wombs have borne bad sons.

    Prospero. Now the condition.
    The 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.

16 I / 2
  • Hear a little further
    And then I'll bring thee to the present business
    W...
  • Hear a little further
    And then I'll bring thee to the present business
    Which now's upon's; without the which this story
    Were most impertinent.
  • Miranda. Alack, for pity!
    I, not remembering 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 business
    Which now's upon's; without the which this story
    Were most impertinent.

17 I / 2
  • Well demanded, wench:
    My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst 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 prepared
    A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
    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.
  • 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 boat, not rigg'd,
    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.

18 I / 2
  • O, a cherubim
    Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile.
    Infused...
  • O, a cherubim
    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 burthen groan'd; which raised in me
    An undergoing stomach, to bear up
    Against what should ensue.
  • Miranda. Alack, what trouble
    Was I then to you!

    Prospero. O, a cherubim
    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 burthen groan'd; which raised in me
    An undergoing stomach, to bear up
    Against what should ensue.

19 I / 2
  • By Providence divine.
    Some food we had and some fresh water that
    A noble...
  • By Providence divine.
    Some food we had and some fresh water that
    A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
    Out of his charity, 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 loved my books, he furnish'd me
    From mine own library with volumes that
    I prize above my dukedom.
  • 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, 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 loved my books, he furnish'd me
    From mine own library with volumes that
    I prize above my dukedom.

20 I / 2
  • Now I arise:
    [Resumes his mantle]
    Sit still, and hear the last of our se...
  • Now I arise:
    [Resumes his mantle]
    Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
    Here in this island we arrived; 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.
  • Miranda. Would I might
    But ever see that man!

    Prospero. Now I arise:
    [Resumes his mantle]
    Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
    Here in this island we arrived; 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.

21 I / 2
  • Know thus far forth.
    By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
    Now my...
  • 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 inclined to sleep; 'tis 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.
  • 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 inclined to sleep; 'tis 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.

22 I / 2
  • Hast thou, spirit,
    Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
  • Hast thou, spirit,
    Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
  • 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?

23 I / 2
  • My brave spirit!
    Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
    Would not...
  • My brave spirit!
    Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
    Would not infect his reason?
  • Ariel. To every article.
    I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
    Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
    I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,
    And burn in many places; on the topmast,
    The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
    Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors
    O' the 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?

24 I / 2
  • Why that's my spirit!
    But was not this nigh shore?
  • Why that's my spirit!
    But was not this nigh shore?
  • Ariel. Not a soul
    But felt a fever of the mad and play'd
    Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
    Plunged 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 leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty
    And all the devils are here.'

    Prospero. Why that's my spirit!
    But was not this nigh shore?

25 I / 2
  • But are they, Ariel, safe?
  • But are they, Ariel, safe?
  • Ariel. Close by, my master.

    Prospero. But are they, Ariel, safe?

26 I / 2
  • Of the king's ship
    The mariners say how thou hast disposed
    And all the r...
  • Of the king's ship
    The mariners say how thou hast disposed
    And all the rest o' the fleet.
  • Ariel. Not a hair perish'd;
    On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
    But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,
    In troops I have dispersed 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 disposed
    And all the rest o' the fleet.

27 I / 2
  • Ariel, thy charge
    Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work.
    What is t...
  • Ariel, thy charge
    Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work.
    What is the time o' the day?
  • 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 stow'd;
    Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
    I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet
    Which I dispersed, 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' the day?

28 I / 2
  • At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now
    Must by us both be spent m...
  • At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now
    Must by us both be spent most preciously.
  • Ariel. Past the mid season.

    Prospero. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now
    Must by us both be spent most preciously.

29 I / 2
  • How now? moody?
    What is't thou canst demand?
  • How now? moody?
    What is't thou canst demand?
  • Ariel. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
    Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
    Which is not yet perform'd me.

    Prospero. How now? moody?
    What is't thou canst demand?

30 I / 2
  • Before the time be out? no more!
  • Before the time be out? no more!
  • Ariel. My liberty.

    Prospero. Before the time be out? no more!

31 I / 2
  • Dost thou forget
    From what a torment I did free thee?
  • Dost thou forget
    From what a torment I did free thee?
  • Ariel. I prithee,
    Remember I have done thee worthy service;
    Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served
    Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
    To bate me a full year.

    Prospero. Dost thou forget
    From what a torment I did free thee?

32 I / 2
  • Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze
    Of the salt deep,
    To r...
  • Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze
    Of the salt deep,
    To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
    To do me business in the veins o' the earth
    When it is baked with frost.
  • Ariel. No.

    Prospero. Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze
    Of the salt deep,
    To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
    To do me business in the veins o' the earth
    When it is baked with frost.

33 I / 2
  • Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
    The foul witch Sycorax, who wi...
  • 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?
  • Ariel. I do not, sir.

    Prospero. 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?

34 I / 2
  • Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.
  • Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.
  • Ariel. No, sir.

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

35 I / 2
  • O, was she so? I must
    Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
    Which...
  • O, was she so? I must
    Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
    Which thou forget'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?
  • Ariel. Sir, in Argier.

    Prospero. O, was she so? I must
    Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
    Which thou forget'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?

36 I / 2
  • This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child
    And here was left by the sa...
  • This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child
    And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
    As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant;
    And, 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
    As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island--
    Save for the son that she did litter here,
    A freckled whelp hag-born--not honour'd with
    A human shape.
  • Ariel. Ay, sir.

    Prospero. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child
    And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
    As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant;
    And, 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
    As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island--
    Save for the son that she did litter here,
    A freckled whelp hag-born--not honour'd with
    A human shape.

37 I / 2
  • Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban
    Whom now I keep in service. Thou best...
  • 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 arrived and heard thee, that made gape
    The pine and let thee out.
  • Ariel. Yes, Caliban her son.

    Prospero. 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 arrived and heard thee, that made gape
    The pine and let thee out.

38 I / 2
  • If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak
    And peg thee in his knotty entrai...
  • If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak
    And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
    Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
  • Ariel. I thank thee, master.

    Prospero. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak
    And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
    Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.

39 I / 2
  • Do so, and after two days
    I will discharge thee.
  • Do so, and after two days
    I will discharge thee.
  • Ariel. Pardon, master;
    I will be correspondent to command
    And do my spiriting gently.

    Prospero. Do so, and after two days
    I will discharge thee.

40 I / 2
  • Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject
    To no sight but thine an...
  • 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!
  • Ariel. That's my noble master!
    What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?

    Prospero. 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!

41 I / 2
  • Shake it off. Come on;
    We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never
    Yields us...
  • Shake it off. Come on;
    We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never
    Yields us kind answer.
  • Miranda. The strangeness of your story put
    Heaviness in me.

    Prospero. Shake it off. Come on;
    We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never
    Yields us kind answer.

42 I / 2
  • But, as 'tis,
    We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
    Fetch in our wo...
  • But, as 'tis,
    We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
    Fetch in our wood and serves in offices
    That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
    Thou earth, thou! speak.
  • Miranda. 'Tis a villain, sir,
    I do not love to look on.

    Prospero. But, as 'tis,
    We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
    Fetch in our wood and serves in offices
    That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
    Thou earth, thou! speak.

43 I / 2
  • Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:
    Come, thou tortoise! whe...
  • Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:
    Come, thou tortoise! when?
    [Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph]
    Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
    Hark in thine ear.
  • Caliban. [Within] There's wood enough within.

    Prospero. Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:
    Come, thou tortoise! when?
    [Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph]
    Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
    Hark in thine ear.

44 I / 2
  • Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
    Upon thy wicked dam, come for...
  • Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
    Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
  • Ariel. My lord it shall be done.

    Prospero. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
    Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

45 I / 2
  • For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
    Side-stitches that shall...
  • For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
    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 'em.
  • Caliban. 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!

    Prospero. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
    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 'em.

46 I / 2
  • Thou most lying slave,
    Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee...
  • Thou most lying slave,
    Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,
    Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee
    In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
    The honour of my child.
  • Caliban. I must eat my dinner.
    This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
    Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,
    Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give 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 loved 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, whiles you do keep from me
    The rest o' the island.

    Prospero. Thou most lying slave,
    Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,
    Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee
    In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
    The honour of my child.

47 I / 2
  • Abhorred slave,
    Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
    Being capable...
  • Abhorred slave,
    Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
    Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
    Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
    One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
    Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
    A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
    With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
    Though thou didst learn, had that in't which
    good natures
    Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
    Deservedly confined into this rock,
    Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
  • Caliban. O ho, O ho! would't had been done!
    Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
    This isle with Calibans.

    Prospero. Abhorred slave,
    Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
    Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
    Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
    One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
    Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
    A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
    With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
    Though thou didst learn, had that in't which
    good natures
    Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
    Deservedly confined into this rock,
    Who hadst deserved more than a prison.

48 I / 2
  • Hag-seed, hence!
    Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best,
    To answer...
  • Hag-seed, hence!
    Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best,
    To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
    If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly
    What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
    Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar
    That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
  • Caliban. You taught me language; and my profit on't
    Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
    For learning me your language!

    Prospero. Hag-seed, hence!
    Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best,
    To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
    If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly
    What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
    Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar
    That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

49 I / 2
  • So, slave; hence!
    [Exit CALIBAN]
    [Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and...
  • So, slave; hence!
    [Exit CALIBAN]
    [Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing;]
    FERDINAND following]
    ARIEL'S song.
    Come unto these yellow sands,
    And then take hands:
    Courtsied when you have and kiss'd
    The wild waves whist,
    Foot it featly here and there;
    And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
    Hark, hark!
    [Burthen [dispersedly, within] Bow-wow]
    The watch-dogs bark!
    [Burthen Bow-wow]
    Hark, hark! I hear
    The strain of strutting chanticleer
    Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
  • Caliban. No, pray thee.
    [Aside]
    I must obey: his art is of such power,
    It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
    and make a vassal of him.

    Prospero. So, slave; hence!
    [Exit CALIBAN]
    [Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing;]
    FERDINAND following]
    ARIEL'S song.
    Come unto these yellow sands,
    And then take hands:
    Courtsied when you have and kiss'd
    The wild waves whist,
    Foot it featly here and there;
    And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
    Hark, hark!
    [Burthen [dispersedly, within] Bow-wow]
    The watch-dogs bark!
    [Burthen Bow-wow]
    Hark, hark! I hear
    The strain of strutting chanticleer
    Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.

50 I / 2
  • The fringed curtains of thine eye advance
    And say what thou seest yond.
  • The fringed curtains of thine eye advance
    And say what thou seest yond.
  • Ferdinand. The ditty does remember my drown'd father.
    This is no mortal business, nor no sound
    That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.

    Prospero. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance
    And say what thou seest yond.

51 I / 2
  • No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses
    As we have, such. This ga...
  • No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses
    As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest
    Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd
    With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him
    A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows
    And strays about to find 'em.
  • Miranda. What is't? a spirit?
    Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
    It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.

    Prospero. No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses
    As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest
    Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd
    With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him
    A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows
    And strays about to find 'em.

52 I / 2
  • [Aside] It goes on, I see,
    As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll...
  • [Aside] It goes on, I see,
    As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee
    Within two days for this.
  • Miranda. I might call him
    A thing divine, for nothing natural
    I ever saw so noble.

    Prospero. [Aside] It goes on, I see,
    As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee
    Within two days for this.

53 I / 2
  • How? the best?
    What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
  • How? the best?
    What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
  • Ferdinand. My language! heavens!
    I am the best of them that speak this speech,
    Were I but where 'tis spoken.

    Prospero. How? the best?
    What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?

54 I / 2
  • [Aside]. The Duke of Milan
    And his more braver daughter could control thee,...
  • [Aside]. The Duke of Milan
    And his more braver daughter could control thee,
    If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight
    They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel,
    I'll set thee free for this.
    [To FERDINAND]
    A word, good sir;
    I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
  • Ferdinand. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan
    And his brave son being twain.

    Prospero. [Aside]. The Duke of Milan
    And his more braver daughter could control thee,
    If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight
    They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel,
    I'll set thee free for this.
    [To FERDINAND]
    A word, good sir;
    I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.

55 I / 2
  • Soft, sir! one word more.
    [Aside]
    They are both in either's powers; but...
  • Soft, sir! one word more.
    [Aside]
    They are both in either's powers; but this swift business
    I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
    Make the prize light.
    [To FERDINAND]
    One word more; I charge thee
    That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
    The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
    Upon this island as a spy, to win it
    From me, the lord on't.
  • Ferdinand. O, if a virgin,
    And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
    The queen of Naples.

    Prospero. Soft, sir! one word more.
    [Aside]
    They are both in either's powers; but this swift business
    I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
    Make the prize light.
    [To FERDINAND]
    One word more; I charge thee
    That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
    The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
    Upon this island as a spy, to win it
    From me, the lord on't.

56 I / 2
  • Follow me.
    Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come;
    I'll manacle thy...
  • Follow me.
    Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come;
    I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
    Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
    The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and husks
    Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
  • Miranda. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
    If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
    Good things will strive to dwell with't.

    Prospero. Follow me.
    Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come;
    I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
    Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
    The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and husks
    Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

57 I / 2
  • What? I say,
    My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;
    Who makest a s...
  • What? I say,
    My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;
    Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience
    Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward,
    For I can here disarm thee with this stick
    And make thy weapon drop.
  • Miranda. O dear father,
    Make not too rash a trial of him, for
    He's gentle and not fearful.

    Prospero. What? I say,
    My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;
    Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience
    Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward,
    For I can here disarm thee with this stick
    And make thy weapon drop.

58 I / 2
  • Hence! hang not on my garments.
  • Hence! hang not on my garments.
  • Miranda. Beseech you, father.

    Prospero. Hence! hang not on my garments.

59 I / 2
  • Silence! one word more
    Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
  • Silence! one word more
    Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
    An advocate for an imposter! hush!
    Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
    Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
    To the most of men this is a Caliban
    And they to him are angels.
  • Miranda. Sir, have pity;
    I'll be his surety.

    Prospero. Silence! one word more
    Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
    An advocate for an imposter! hush!
    Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
    Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
    To the most of men this is a Caliban
    And they to him are angels.

60 I / 2
  • Come on; obey:
    Thy nerves are in their infancy again
    And have no vigour...
  • Come on; obey:
    Thy nerves are in their infancy again
    And have no vigour in them.
  • Miranda. My affections
    Are then most humble; I have no ambition
    To see a goodlier man.

    Prospero. Come on; obey:
    Thy nerves are in their infancy again
    And have no vigour in them.

61 I / 2
  • [Aside] It works.
    [To FERDINAND]
    Come on.
    Thou hast done well, fine...
  • [Aside] It works.
    [To FERDINAND]
    Come on.
    Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!
    [To FERDINAND]
    Follow me.
    [To ARIEL]
    Hark what thou else shalt do me.
  • Ferdinand. So they are;
    My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
    My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
    The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats,
    To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
    Might I but through my prison once a day
    Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth
    Let liberty make use of; space enough
    Have I in such a prison.

    Prospero. [Aside] It works.
    [To FERDINAND]
    Come on.
    Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!
    [To FERDINAND]
    Follow me.
    [To ARIEL]
    Hark what thou else shalt do me.

62 I / 2
  • Thou shalt be free
    As mountain winds: but then exactly do
    All points of...
  • Thou shalt be free
    As mountain winds: but then exactly do
    All points of my command.
  • Miranda. Be of comfort;
    My father's of a better nature, sir,
    Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted
    Which now came from him.

    Prospero. Thou shalt be free
    As mountain winds: but then exactly do
    All points of my command.

63 I / 2
  • Come, follow. Speak not for him.
  • Come, follow. Speak not for him.
  • Ariel. To the syllable.

    Prospero. Come, follow. Speak not for him.

64 III / 1
  • Poor worm, thou art infected!
    This visitation shows it.
  • Poor worm, thou art infected!
    This visitation shows it.
  • Miranda. It would become me
    As well as it does you: and I should do it
    With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
    And yours it is against.

    Prospero. Poor worm, thou art infected!
    This visitation shows it.

65 III / 1
  • Fair encounter
    Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
    On that w...
  • Fair encounter
    Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
    On that which breeds between 'em!
  • Miranda. I am a fool
    To weep at what I am glad of.

    Prospero. Fair encounter
    Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
    On that which breeds between 'em!

66 III / 1
  • So glad of this as they I cannot be,
    Who are surprised withal; but my rejoic...
  • So glad of this as they I cannot be,
    Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing
    At nothing can be more. I'll to my book,
    For yet ere supper-time must I perform
    Much business appertaining.
  • Ferdinand. A thousand thousand!

    Prospero. So glad of this as they I cannot be,
    Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing
    At nothing can be more. I'll to my book,
    For yet ere supper-time must I perform
    Much business appertaining.

67 III / 3
  • [Aside] Honest lord,
    Thou hast said well; for some of you there present
    ...
  • [Aside] Honest lord,
    Thou hast said well; for some of you there present
    Are worse than devils.
  • Gonzalo. If in Naples
    I should report this now, would they believe me?
    If I should say, I saw such islanders--
    For, certes, these are people of the island--
    Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note,
    Their manners are more gentle-kind than of
    Our human generation you shall find
    Many, nay, almost any.

    Prospero. [Aside] Honest lord,
    Thou hast said well; for some of you there present
    Are worse than devils.

68 III / 3
  • [Aside]. Praise in departing.
  • [Aside]. Praise in departing.
  • Alonso. I cannot too much muse
    Such shapes, such gesture and such sound, expressing,
    Although they want the use of tongue, a kind
    Of excellent dumb discourse.

    Prospero. [Aside]. Praise in departing.

69 III / 3
  • Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
    Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it h...
  • Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
    Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:
    Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated
    In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life
    And observation strange, my meaner ministers
    Their several kinds have done. My high charms work
    And these mine enemies are all knit up
    In their distractions; they now are in my power;
    And in these fits I leave them, while I visit
    Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd,
    And his and mine loved darling.
  • Ariel. You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,
    That hath to instrument this lower world
    And what is in't, the never-surfeited sea
    Hath caused to belch up you; and on this island
    Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men
    Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;
    And even with such-like valour men hang and drown
    Their proper selves.
    [ALONSO, SEBASTIAN &c. draw their swords]
    You fools! I and my fellows
    Are ministers of Fate: the elements,
    Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
    Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs
    Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
    One dowle that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers
    Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
    Your swords are now too massy for your strengths
    And will not be uplifted. But remember--
    For that's my business to you--that you three
    From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
    Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it,
    Him and his innocent child: for which foul deed
    The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
    Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
    Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,
    They have bereft; and do pronounce by me:
    Lingering perdition, worse than any death
    Can be at once, shall step by step attend
    You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from--
    Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
    Upon your heads--is nothing but heart-sorrow
    And a clear life ensuing.
    [He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft music]
    enter the Shapes again, and dance, with
    mocks and mows, and carrying out the table]

    Prospero. Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
    Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:
    Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated
    In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life
    And observation strange, my meaner ministers
    Their several kinds have done. My high charms work
    And these mine enemies are all knit up
    In their distractions; they now are in my power;
    And in these fits I leave them, while I visit
    Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd,
    And his and mine loved darling.

70 IV / 1
  • If I have too austerely punish'd you,
    Your compensation makes amends, for I...
  • If I have too austerely punish'd you,
    Your compensation makes amends, for I
    Have given you here a third of mine own life,
    Or that for which I live; who once again
    I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations
    Were but my trials of thy love and thou
    Hast strangely stood the test here, afore Heaven,
    I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,
    Do not smile at me that I boast her off,
    For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise
    And make it halt behind her.
  • Adrian. Follow, I pray you.

    Prospero. If I have too austerely punish'd you,
    Your compensation makes amends, for I
    Have given you here a third of mine own life,
    Or that for which I live; who once again
    I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations
    Were but my trials of thy love and thou
    Hast strangely stood the test here, afore Heaven,
    I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,
    Do not smile at me that I boast her off,
    For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise
    And make it halt behind her.

71 IV / 1
  • Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition
    Worthily purchased take my daught...
  • Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition
    Worthily purchased take my daughter: but
    If thou dost break her virgin-knot before
    All sanctimonious ceremonies may
    With full and holy rite be minister'd,
    No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
    To make this contract grow: but barren hate,
    Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew
    The union of your bed with weeds so loathly
    That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,
    As Hymen's lamps shall light you.
  • Ferdinand. I do believe it
    Against an oracle.

    Prospero. Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition
    Worthily purchased take my daughter: but
    If thou dost break her virgin-knot before
    All sanctimonious ceremonies may
    With full and holy rite be minister'd,
    No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
    To make this contract grow: but barren hate,
    Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew
    The union of your bed with weeds so loathly
    That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,
    As Hymen's lamps shall light you.

72 IV / 1
  • Fairly spoke.
    Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own.
    What, Ariel!...
  • Fairly spoke.
    Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own.
    What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel!
  • Ferdinand. As I hope
    For quiet days, fair issue and long life,
    With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den,
    The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion.
    Our worser genius can, shall never melt
    Mine honour into lust, to take away
    The edge of that day's celebration
    When I shall think: or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd,
    Or Night kept chain'd below.

    Prospero. Fairly spoke.
    Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own.
    What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel!

73 IV / 1
  • Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service
    Did worthily perform; and I mu...
  • Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service
    Did worthily perform; and I must use you
    In such another trick. Go bring the rabble,
    O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place:
    Incite them to quick motion; for I must
    Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
    Some vanity of mine art: it is my promise,
    And they expect it from me.
  • Ariel. What would my potent master? here I am.

    Prospero. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service
    Did worthily perform; and I must use you
    In such another trick. Go bring the rabble,
    O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place:
    Incite them to quick motion; for I must
    Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
    Some vanity of mine art: it is my promise,
    And they expect it from me.

74 IV / 1
  • Ay, with a twink.
  • Ay, with a twink.
  • Ariel. Presently?

    Prospero. Ay, with a twink.

75 IV / 1
  • Dearly my delicate Ariel. Do not approach
    Till thou dost hear me call.
  • Dearly my delicate Ariel. Do not approach
    Till thou dost hear me call.
  • Ariel. Before you can say 'come' and 'go,'
    And breathe twice and cry 'so, so,'
    Each one, tripping on his toe,
    Will be here with mop and mow.
    Do you love me, master? no?

    Prospero. Dearly my delicate Ariel. Do not approach
    Till thou dost hear me call.

76 IV / 1
  • Look thou be true; do not give dalliance
    Too much the rein: the strongest oa...
  • Look thou be true; do not give dalliance
    Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw
    To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious,
    Or else, good night your vow!
  • Ariel. Well, I conceive.

    Prospero. Look thou be true; do not give dalliance
    Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw
    To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious,
    Or else, good night your vow!

77 IV / 1
  • Well.
    Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary,
    Rather than want a spirit:...
  • Well.
    Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary,
    Rather than want a spirit: appear and pertly!
    No tongue! all eyes! be silent.
  • Ferdinand. I warrant you sir;
    The white cold virgin snow upon my heart
    Abates the ardour of my liver.

    Prospero. Well.
    Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary,
    Rather than want a spirit: appear and pertly!
    No tongue! all eyes! be silent.

78 IV / 1
  • Spirits, which by mine art
    I have from their confines call'd to enact
    My...
  • Spirits, which by mine art
    I have from their confines call'd to enact
    My present fancies.
  • Ferdinand. This is a most majestic vision, and
    Harmoniously charmingly. May I be bold
    To think these spirits?

    Prospero. Spirits, which by mine art
    I have from their confines call'd to enact
    My present fancies.

79 IV / 1
  • Sweet, now, silence!
    Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;
    There's something...
  • Sweet, now, silence!
    Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;
    There's something else to do: hush, and be mute,
    Or else our spell is marr'd.
  • Ferdinand. Let me live here ever;
    So rare a wonder'd father and a wife
    Makes this place Paradise.
    [Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on]
    employment]

    Prospero. Sweet, now, silence!
    Juno and Ceres whisper seriously;
    There's something else to do: hush, and be mute,
    Or else our spell is marr'd.

80 IV / 1
  • [Aside] I had forgot that foul conspiracy
    Of the beast Caliban and his confe...
  • [Aside] I had forgot that foul conspiracy
    Of the beast Caliban and his confederates
    Against my life: the minute of their plot
    Is almost come.
    [To the Spirits]
    Well done! avoid; no more!
  • Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks,
    With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks,
    Leave your crisp channels and on this green land
    Answer your summons; Juno does command:
    Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
    A contract of true love; be not too late.
    [Enter certain Nymphs]
    You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,
    Come hither from the furrow and be merry:
    Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on
    And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
    In country footing.
    [Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they]
    join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance;
    towards the end whereof PROSPERO starts
    suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a
    strange, hollow, and confused noise, they
    heavily vanish]

    Prospero. [Aside] I had forgot that foul conspiracy
    Of the beast Caliban and his confederates
    Against my life: the minute of their plot
    Is almost come.
    [To the Spirits]
    Well done! avoid; no more!

81 IV / 1
  • You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
    As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful,...
  • You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
    As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.
    Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
    As I foretold you, were all spirits and
    Are melted into air, into thin air:
    And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
    The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
    The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
    Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
    And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
    Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
    As dreams are made on, and our little life
    Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd;
    Bear with my weakness; my, brain is troubled:
    Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:
    If you be pleased, retire into my cell
    And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,
    To still my beating mind.
  • Miranda. Never till this day
    Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.

    Prospero. You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
    As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.
    Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
    As I foretold you, were all spirits and
    Are melted into air, into thin air:
    And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
    The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
    The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
    Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
    And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
    Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
    As dreams are made on, and our little life
    Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd;
    Bear with my weakness; my, brain is troubled:
    Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:
    If you be pleased, retire into my cell
    And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,
    To still my beating mind.

82 IV / 1
  • Come with a thought I thank thee, Ariel: come.
  • Come with a thought I thank thee, Ariel: come.
  • Ferdinand. [with Miranda] We wish your peace.

    Prospero. Come with a thought I thank thee, Ariel: come.

83 IV / 1
  • Spirit,
    We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
  • Spirit,
    We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
  • Ariel. Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure?

    Prospero. Spirit,
    We must prepare to meet with Caliban.

84 IV / 1
  • Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?
  • Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?
  • Ariel. Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,
    I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'd
    Lest I might anger thee.

    Prospero. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?

85 IV / 1
  • This was well done, my bird.
    Thy shape invisible retain thou still:
    The...
  • This was well done, my bird.
    Thy shape invisible retain thou still:
    The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,
    For stale to catch these thieves.
  • Ariel. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;
    So fun of valour that they smote the air
    For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
    For kissing of their feet; yet always bending
    Towards their project. Then I beat my tabour;
    At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd
    their ears,
    Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses
    As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears
    That calf-like they my lowing follow'd through
    Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns,
    Which entered their frail shins: at last I left them
    I' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell,
    There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake
    O'erstunk their feet.

    Prospero. This was well done, my bird.
    Thy shape invisible retain thou still:
    The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,
    For stale to catch these thieves.

86 IV / 1
  • A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
    Nurture can never stick; on whom my p...
  • A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
    Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
    Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;
    And as with age his body uglier grows,
    So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,
    Even to roaring.
    [Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, &c]
    Come, hang them on this line.
    [PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. Enter]
    CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet]
  • Ariel. I go, I go.

    Prospero. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
    Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
    Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;
    And as with age his body uglier grows,
    So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,
    Even to roaring.
    [Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, &c]
    Come, hang them on this line.
    [PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. Enter]
    CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet]

87 IV / 1
  • Hey, Mountain, hey!
  • Hey, Mountain, hey!
  • Stephano. Ay, and this.
    [A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits,]
    in shape of dogs and hounds, and hunt them about,
    PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on]

    Prospero. Hey, Mountain, hey!

88 IV / 1
  • Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark! hark!
    [CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCU...
  • Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark! hark!
    [CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, are]
    driven out]
    Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints
    With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews
    With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them
    Than pard or cat o' mountain.
  • Ariel. Silver I there it goes, Silver!

    Prospero. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark! hark!
    [CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, are]
    driven out]
    Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints
    With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews
    With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them
    Than pard or cat o' mountain.

89 IV / 1
  • Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
    Lie at my mercy all mine enemies: <...
  • Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
    Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:
    Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
    Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little
    Follow, and do me service.
  • Ariel. Hark, they roar!

    Prospero. Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
    Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:
    Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
    Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little
    Follow, and do me service.

90 V / 1
  • Now does my project gather to a head:
    My charms crack not; my spirits obey;...
  • Now does my project gather to a head:
    My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time
    Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?
  • Prospero. Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
    Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:
    Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
    Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little
    Follow, and do me service.

    Prospero. Now does my project gather to a head:
    My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time
    Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?

91 V / 1
  • I did say so,
    When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,
    How fares...
  • I did say so,
    When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,
    How fares the king and's followers?
  • Ariel. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,
    You said our work should cease.

    Prospero. I did say so,
    When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,
    How fares the king and's followers?

92 V / 1
  • Dost thou think so, spirit?
  • Dost thou think so, spirit?
  • Ariel. Confined together
    In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
    Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,
    In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell;
    They cannot budge till your release. The king,
    His brother and yours, abide all three distracted
    And the remainder mourning over them,
    Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly
    Him that you term'd, sir, 'The good old lord Gonzalo;'
    His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
    From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em
    That if you now beheld them, your affections
    Would become tender.

    Prospero. Dost thou think so, spirit?

93 V / 1
  • And mine shall.
    Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
    Of thei...
  • And mine shall.
    Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
    Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
    One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
    Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?
    Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,
    Yet with my nobler reason 'gaitist my fury
    Do I take part: the rarer action is
    In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
    The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
    Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel:
    My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
    And they shall be themselves.
  • Ariel. Mine would, sir, were I human.

    Prospero. And mine shall.
    Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
    Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
    One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
    Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?
    Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,
    Yet with my nobler reason 'gaitist my fury
    Do I take part: the rarer action is
    In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
    The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
    Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel:
    My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
    And they shall be themselves.

94 V / 1
  • Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,
    And ye that on the san...
  • Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,
    And ye that on the sands with printless foot
    Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
    When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
    By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
    Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime
    Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
    To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,
    Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd
    The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
    And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault
    Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
    Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak
    With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
    Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up
    The pine and cedar: graves at my command
    Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
    By my so potent art. But this rough magic
    I here abjure, and, when I have required
    Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
    To work mine end upon their senses that
    This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
    Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
    And deeper than did ever plummet sound
    I'll drown my book.
    [Solemn music]
    [Re-enter ARIEL before: then ALONSO, with a]
    frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO;
    SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner,
    attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO they all
    enter the circle which PROSPERO had made,
    and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO
    observing, speaks:]
    A solemn air and the best comforter
    To an unsettled fancy cure thy brains,
    Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
    For you are spell-stopp'd.
    Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
    Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,
    Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace,
    And as the morning steals upon the night,
    Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
    Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
    Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo,
    My true preserver, and a loyal sir
    To him you follow'st! I will pay thy graces
    Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly
    Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
    Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.
    Thou art pinch'd fort now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,
    You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
    Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,
    Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,
    Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
    Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding
    Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
    Will shortly fill the reasonable shore
    That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them
    That yet looks on me, or would know me Ariel,
    Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:
    I will discase me, and myself present
    As I was sometime Milan: quickly, spirit;
    Thou shalt ere long be free.
    [ARIEL sings and helps to attire him]
    Where the bee sucks. there suck I:
    In a cowslip's bell I lie;
    There I couch when owls do cry.
    On the bat's back I do fly
    After summer merrily.
    Merrily, merrily shall I live now
    Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
  • Ariel. I'll fetch them, sir.

    Prospero. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,
    And ye that on the sands with printless foot
    Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
    When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
    By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
    Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime
    Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
    To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,
    Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd
    The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
    And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault
    Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
    Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak
    With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
    Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up
    The pine and cedar: graves at my command
    Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
    By my so potent art. But this rough magic
    I here abjure, and, when I have required
    Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
    To work mine end upon their senses that
    This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
    Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
    And deeper than did ever plummet sound
    I'll drown my book.
    [Solemn music]
    [Re-enter ARIEL before: then ALONSO, with a]
    frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO;
    SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner,
    attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO they all
    enter the circle which PROSPERO had made,
    and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO
    observing, speaks:]
    A solemn air and the best comforter
    To an unsettled fancy cure thy brains,
    Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
    For you are spell-stopp'd.
    Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
    Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,
    Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace,
    And as the morning steals upon the night,
    Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
    Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
    Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo,
    My true preserver, and a loyal sir
    To him you follow'st! I will pay thy graces
    Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly
    Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
    Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.
    Thou art pinch'd fort now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,
    You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
    Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,
    Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,
    Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
    Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding
    Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
    Will shortly fill the reasonable shore
    That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them
    That yet looks on me, or would know me Ariel,
    Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:
    I will discase me, and myself present
    As I was sometime Milan: quickly, spirit;
    Thou shalt ere long be free.
    [ARIEL sings and helps to attire him]
    Where the bee sucks. there suck I:
    In a cowslip's bell I lie;
    There I couch when owls do cry.
    On the bat's back I do fly
    After summer merrily.
    Merrily, merrily shall I live now
    Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

95 V / 1
  • Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee:
    But yet thou shalt have free...
  • Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee:
    But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.
    To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:
    There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
    Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain
    Being awake, enforce them to this place,
    And presently, I prithee.
  • Prospero. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,
    And ye that on the sands with printless foot
    Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
    When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
    By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
    Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime
    Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
    To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,
    Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd
    The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
    And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault
    Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
    Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak
    With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
    Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up
    The pine and cedar: graves at my command
    Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
    By my so potent art. But this rough magic
    I here abjure, and, when I have required
    Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
    To work mine end upon their senses that
    This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
    Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
    And deeper than did ever plummet sound
    I'll drown my book.
    [Solemn music]
    [Re-enter ARIEL before: then ALONSO, with a]
    frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO;
    SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner,
    attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO they all
    enter the circle which PROSPERO had made,
    and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO
    observing, speaks:]
    A solemn air and the best comforter
    To an unsettled fancy cure thy brains,
    Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
    For you are spell-stopp'd.
    Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
    Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,
    Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace,
    And as the morning steals upon the night,
    Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
    Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
    Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo,
    My true preserver, and a loyal sir
    To him you follow'st! I will pay thy graces
    Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly
    Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
    Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.
    Thou art pinch'd fort now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,
    You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
    Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,
    Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,
    Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
    Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding
    Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
    Will shortly fill the reasonable shore
    That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them
    That yet looks on me, or would know me Ariel,
    Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:
    I will discase me, and myself present
    As I was sometime Milan: quickly, spirit;
    Thou shalt ere long be free.
    [ARIEL sings and helps to attire him]
    Where the bee sucks. there suck I:
    In a cowslip's bell I lie;
    There I couch when owls do cry.
    On the bat's back I do fly
    After summer merrily.
    Merrily, merrily shall I live now
    Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

    Prospero. Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee:
    But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.
    To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:
    There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
    Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain
    Being awake, enforce them to this place,
    And presently, I prithee.

96 V / 1
  • Behold, sir king,
    The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:
    For more assuranc...
  • Behold, sir king,
    The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:
    For more assurance that a living prince
    Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
    And to thee and thy company I bid
    A hearty welcome.
  • Gonzalo. All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement
    Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us
    Out of this fearful country!

    Prospero. Behold, sir king,
    The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:
    For more assurance that a living prince
    Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
    And to thee and thy company I bid
    A hearty welcome.

97 V / 1
  • First, noble friend,
    Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot
    Be me...
  • First, noble friend,
    Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot
    Be measured or confined.
  • Alonso. Whether thou best he or no,
    Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
    As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse
    Beats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,
    The affliction of my mind amends, with which,
    I fear, a madness held me: this must crave,
    An if this be at all, a most strange story.
    Thy dukedom I resign and do entreat
    Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should Prospero
    Be living and be here?

    Prospero. First, noble friend,
    Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot
    Be measured or confined.

98 V / 1
  • You do yet taste
    Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you
    Beli...
  • You do yet taste
    Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you
    Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all!
    [Aside to SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO]
    But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,
    I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you
    And justify you traitors: at this time
    I will tell no tales.
  • Gonzalo. Whether this be
    Or be not, I'll not swear.

    Prospero. You do yet taste
    Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you
    Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all!
    [Aside to SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO]
    But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,
    I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you
    And justify you traitors: at this time
    I will tell no tales.

99 V / 1
  • No.
    For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother
    Would even infect my...
  • No.
    For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother
    Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
    Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require
    My dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,
    Thou must restore.
  • Sebastian. [Aside] The devil speaks in him.

    Prospero. No.
    For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother
    Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
    Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require
    My dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,
    Thou must restore.

100 V / 1
  • I am woe for't, sir.
  • I am woe for't, sir.
  • Alonso. If thou be'st Prospero,
    Give us particulars of thy preservation;
    How thou hast met us here, who three hours since
    Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost--
    How sharp the point of this remembrance is!--
    My dear son Ferdinand.

    Prospero. I am woe for't, sir.

101 V / 1
  • I rather think
    You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace
    For the...
  • I rather think
    You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace
    For the like loss I have her sovereign aid
    And rest myself content.
  • Alonso. Irreparable is the loss, and patience
    Says it is past her cure.

    Prospero. I rather think
    You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace
    For the like loss I have her sovereign aid
    And rest myself content.

102 V / 1
  • As great to me as late; and, supportable
    To make the dear loss, have I means...
  • As great to me as late; and, supportable
    To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
    Than you may call to comfort you, for I
    Have lost my daughter.
  • Alonso. You the like loss!

    Prospero. As great to me as late; and, supportable
    To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
    Than you may call to comfort you, for I
    Have lost my daughter.

103 V / 1
  • In this last tempest. I perceive these lords
    At this encounter do so much ad...
  • In this last tempest. I perceive these lords
    At this encounter do so much admire
    That they devour their reason and scarce think
    Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
    Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have
    Been justled from your senses, know for certain
    That I am Prospero and that very duke
    Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangely
    Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed,
    To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;
    For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
    Not a relation for a breakfast nor
    Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
    This cell's my court: here have I few attendants
    And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
    My dukedom since you have given me again,
    I will requite you with as good a thing;
    At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye
    As much as me my dukedom.
    [Here PROSPERO discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA]
    playing at chess]
  • Alonso. A daughter?
    O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,
    The king and queen there! that they were, I wish
    Myself were mudded in that oozy bed
    Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?

    Prospero. In this last tempest. I perceive these lords
    At this encounter do so much admire
    That they devour their reason and scarce think
    Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
    Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have
    Been justled from your senses, know for certain
    That I am Prospero and that very duke
    Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangely
    Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed,
    To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;
    For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
    Not a relation for a breakfast nor
    Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
    This cell's my court: here have I few attendants
    And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
    My dukedom since you have given me again,
    I will requite you with as good a thing;
    At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye
    As much as me my dukedom.
    [Here PROSPERO discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA]
    playing at chess]

104 V / 1
  • 'Tis new to thee.
  • 'Tis new to thee.
  • Miranda. O, wonder!
    How many goodly creatures are there here!
    How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
    That has such people in't!

    Prospero. 'Tis new to thee.

105 V / 1
  • There, sir, stop:
    Let us not burthen our remembrance with
    A heaviness th...
  • There, sir, stop:
    Let us not burthen our remembrance with
    A heaviness that's gone.
  • Alonso. I am hers:
    But, O, how oddly will it sound that I
    Must ask my child forgiveness!

    Prospero. There, sir, stop:
    Let us not burthen our remembrance with
    A heaviness that's gone.

106 V / 1
  • [Aside to ARIEL] My tricksy spirit!
  • [Aside to ARIEL] My tricksy spirit!
  • Ariel. [Aside to PROSPERO] Sir, all this service
    Have I done since I went.

    Prospero. [Aside to ARIEL] My tricksy spirit!

107 V / 1
  • [Aside to ARIEL] Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free.
  • [Aside to ARIEL] Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free.
  • Ariel. [Aside to PROSPERO] Was't well done?

    Prospero. [Aside to ARIEL] Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free.

108 V / 1
  • Sir, my liege,
    Do not infest your mind with beating on
    The strangeness o...
  • Sir, my liege,
    Do not infest your mind with beating on
    The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure
    Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you,
    Which to you shall seem probable, of every
    These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful
    And think of each thing well.
    [Aside to ARIEL]
    Come hither, spirit:
    Set Caliban and his companions free;
    Untie the spell.
    [Exit ARIEL]
    How fares my gracious sir?
    There are yet missing of your company
    Some few odd lads that you remember not.
    [Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO]
    and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel]
  • Alonso. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod
    And there is in this business more than nature
    Was ever conduct of: some oracle
    Must rectify our knowledge.

    Prospero. Sir, my liege,
    Do not infest your mind with beating on
    The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure
    Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you,
    Which to you shall seem probable, of every
    These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful
    And think of each thing well.
    [Aside to ARIEL]
    Come hither, spirit:
    Set Caliban and his companions free;
    Untie the spell.
    [Exit ARIEL]
    How fares my gracious sir?
    There are yet missing of your company
    Some few odd lads that you remember not.
    [Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO]
    and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel]

109 V / 1
  • Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,
    Then say if they be true. This m...
  • Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,
    Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knave,
    His mother was a witch, and one so strong
    That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,
    And deal in her command without her power.
    These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil--
    For he's a bastard one--had plotted with them
    To take my life. Two of these fellows you
    Must know and own; this thing of darkness!
    Acknowledge mine.
  • Antonio. Very like; one of them
    Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

    Prospero. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,
    Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knave,
    His mother was a witch, and one so strong
    That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,
    And deal in her command without her power.
    These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil--
    For he's a bastard one--had plotted with them
    To take my life. Two of these fellows you
    Must know and own; this thing of darkness!
    Acknowledge mine.

110 V / 1
  • You'ld be king o' the isle, sirrah?
  • You'ld be king o' the isle, sirrah?
  • Stephano. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp.

    Prospero. You'ld be king o' the isle, sirrah?

111 V / 1
  • He is as disproportion'd in his manners
    As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my c...
  • He is as disproportion'd in his manners
    As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;
    Take with you your companions; as you look
    To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
  • Alonso. This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.

    Prospero. He is as disproportion'd in his manners
    As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;
    Take with you your companions; as you look
    To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

112 V / 1
  • Go to; away!
  • Go to; away!
  • Caliban. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter
    And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass
    Was I, to take this drunkard for a god
    And worship this dull fool!

    Prospero. Go to; away!

113 V / 1
  • Sir, I invite your highness and your train
    To my poor cell, where you shall...
  • Sir, I invite your highness and your train
    To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest
    For this one night; which, part of it, I'll waste
    With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it
    Go quick away; the story of my life
    And the particular accidents gone by
    Since I came to this isle: and in the morn
    I'll bring you to your ship and so to Naples,
    Where I have hope to see the nuptial
    Of these our dear-beloved solemnized;
    And thence retire me to my Milan, where
    Every third thought shall be my grave.
  • Sebastian. Or stole it, rather.

    Prospero. Sir, I invite your highness and your train
    To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest
    For this one night; which, part of it, I'll waste
    With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it
    Go quick away; the story of my life
    And the particular accidents gone by
    Since I came to this isle: and in the morn
    I'll bring you to your ship and so to Naples,
    Where I have hope to see the nuptial
    Of these our dear-beloved solemnized;
    And thence retire me to my Milan, where
    Every third thought shall be my grave.

114 V / 1
  • I'll deliver all;
    And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales
    And sail s...
  • I'll deliver all;
    And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales
    And sail so expeditious that shall catch
    Your royal fleet far off.
    [Aside to ARIEL]
    My Ariel, chick,
    That is thy charge: then to the elements
    Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.
    [Exeunt]
    EPILOGUE
  • Alonso. I long
    To hear the story of your life, which must
    Take the ear strangely.

    Prospero. I'll deliver all;
    And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales
    And sail so expeditious that shall catch
    Your royal fleet far off.
    [Aside to ARIEL]
    My Ariel, chick,
    That is thy charge: then to the elements
    Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.
    [Exeunt]
    EPILOGUE

115 V / 1
  • Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
    And what strength I have's mine own,
    W...
  • Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
    And what strength I have's mine own,
    Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
    I must be here confined by you,
    Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
    Since I have my dukedom got
    And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
    In this bare island by your spell;
    But release me from my bands
    With the help of your good hands:
    Gentle breath of yours my sails
    Must fill, or else my project fails,
    Which was to please. Now I want
    Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
    And my ending is despair,
    Unless I be relieved by prayer,
    Which pierces so that it assaults
    Mercy itself and frees all faults.
    As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
    Let your indulgence set me free.
  • Prospero. I'll deliver all;
    And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales
    And sail so expeditious that shall catch
    Your royal fleet far off.
    [Aside to ARIEL]
    My Ariel, chick,
    That is thy charge: then to the elements
    Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.
    [Exeunt]
    EPILOGUE

    Prospero. Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
    And what strength I have's mine own,
    Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
    I must be here confined by you,
    Or sent to Naples. Let me not,
    Since I have my dukedom got
    And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
    In this bare island by your spell;
    But release me from my bands
    With the help of your good hands:
    Gentle breath of yours my sails
    Must fill, or else my project fails,
    Which was to please. Now I want
    Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
    And my ending is despair,
    Unless I be relieved by prayer,
    Which pierces so that it assaults
    Mercy itself and frees all faults.
    As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
    Let your indulgence set me free.

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