2: _ache_] _ake_ F2 F3 F4. _akes_ F1.3: _forth-rights_] F2 F3 F4. _fourth rights_ F1.8: _flatterer_] F1. _flatterers_ F2 F3 F4.17: Prospero above] Malone. Prosper on the top Ff. See note (XIV).20: _were_] F1 F2 F3. _are_ F4.26: _’tis true_] _to ’t_ Steevens conj._did lie_] _lied_ Hanmer.29: _islanders_] F2 F3 F4. _islands_ F1.32: _gentle-kind_] Theobald. _gentle, kind_ Ff. _gentle kind_ Rowe.36: _muse_] F1 F2 F3. _muse_, F4. _muse_; Capell.48: _of five for one_] Ff. _on five for one_ Theobald._of one for five_ Malone, (Thirlby conj.) See note (XV).49-51: _I will ... past_] Mason conjectured that these lines formeda rhyming couplet.53: SCENE IV. Pope.54: _instrument_] _instruments_ F4.56: _belch up you_] F1 F2 F3. _belch you up_ F4. _belch up_ Theobald.60: [... draw their swords] Hanmer.65: _dowle_] _down_ Pope.]_plume_] Rowe. _plumbe_ F1 F2 F3. _plumb_ F4.67: _strengths_] _strength_ F4.79: _wraths_] _wrath_ Theobald.81: _heart-sorrow_] Edd. _hearts-sorrow_ Ff. _heart’s-sorrow_ Rowe._heart’s sorrow_ Pope.82: mocks] mopps Theobald.86: _life_] _list_ Johnson conj.90: _now_] om. Pope.92: _whom_] _who_ Hanmer.93: _mine_] _my_ Rowe.[Exit above] Theobald.]94: _something holy, sir_,] _something, holy Sir_, F4.99: _bass_] Johnson. _base_ Ff.106: _do_] om. Pope.
ACT IV.
SCENE I. _Before PROSPERO’S cell._
_Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA._
_Pros._ If I have too austerely punish’d you,Your compensation makes amends; for IHave given you here a third of mine own life,Or that for which I live; who once againI tender to thy hand: all thy vexations 5Were but my trials of thy love, and thouHast 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, 10And make it halt behind her.
_Fer._ I do believe itAgainst an oracle.
_Pros._ Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisitionWorthily purchased, take my daughter: butIf thou dost break her virgin-knot before 15All sanctimonious ceremonies mayWith full and holy rite be minister’d,No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fallTo make this contract grow; but barren hate,Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew 20The union of your bed with weeds so loathlyThat you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,As Hymen’s lamps shall light you.
_Fer._ As I hopeFor quiet days, fair issue and long life,With such love as ’tis now, the murkiest den, 25The most opportune place, the strong’st suggestionOur worser Genius can, shall never meltMine honour into lust, to take awayThe edge of that day’s celebrationWhen I shall think, or Phœbus’ steeds are founder’d, 30Or Night kept chain’d below.
_Pros._ Fairly spoke.Sit, then, and talk with her; she is thine own.What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel!
_Enter ARIEL._
_Ari._ What would my potent master? here I am.
_Pros._ Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service 35Did worthily perform; and I must use youIn 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 mustBestow upon the eyes of this young couple 40Some vanity of mine art: it is my promise,And they expect it from me.
_Ari._ Presently?
_Pros._ Ay, with a twink.
_Ari._ Before you can say, ‘come,’ and ‘go,’And breathe twice, and cry, ‘so, so,’ 45Each one, tripping on his toe,Will be here with mop and mow.Do you love me, master? no?
_Pros._ Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approachTill thou dost hear me call.
_Ari._ Well, I conceive. [_Exit._ 50
_Pros._ Look thou be true; do not give dallianceToo much the rein: the strongest oaths are strawTo the fire i’ the blood: be more abstemious,Or else, good night your vow!
_Fer._ I warrant you, sir;The white cold virgin snow upon my heart 55Abates the ardour of my liver.
_Pros._ Well.Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary,Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly!No tongue! all eyes! be silent. [_Soft music._
_Enter IRIS._
_Iris._ Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas 60Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and pease;Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,And flat meads thatch’d with stover, them to keep;Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,Which spongy April at thy best betrims, 65To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom-groves,Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard;And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,Where thou thyself dost air;--the queen o’ the sky, 70Whose watery arch and messenger am I,Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign grace,Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,To come and sport:--her peacocks fly amain:Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain. 75
_Enter CERES._
_Cer._ Hail, many-colour’d messenger, that ne’erDost disobey the wife of Jupiter;Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowersDiffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers;And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown 80My bosky acres and my unshrubb’d down,Rich scarf to my proud earth;--why hath thy queenSummon’d me hither, to this short-grass’d green?
_Iris._ A contract of true love to celebrate;And some donation freely to estate 85On the blest lovers.
_Cer._ Tell me, heavenly bow,If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,Do now attend the queen? Since they did plotThe means that dusky Dis my daughter got,Her and her blind boy’s scandal’d company 90I have forsworn.
_Iris._ Of her societyBe not afraid: I met her DeityCutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her sonDove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have doneSome wanton charm upon this man and maid, 95Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paidTill Hymen’s torch be lighted: but in vain;Mars’s hot minion is returned again;Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows, 100And be a boy right out.
_Cer._ High’st queen of state,Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait.
_Enter JUNO._
_Juno._ How does my bounteous sister? Go with meTo bless this twain, that they may prosperous be,And honour’d in their issue. [_They sing:_ 105
_Juno._ Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,Long continuance, and increasing,Hourly joys be still upon you!Juno sings her blessings on you.
_Cer._ Earth’s increase, foison plenty, 110Barns and garners never empty;Vines with clustering bunches growing;Plants with goodly burthen bowing;Spring come to you at the farthestIn the very end of harvest! 115Scarcity and want shall shun you;Ceres’ blessing so is on you.
_Fer._ This is a most majestic vision, andHarmonious charmingly. May I be boldTo think these spirits?
_Pros._ Spirits, which by mine art 120I have from their confines call’d to enactMy present fancies.
_Fer._ Let me live here ever;So rare a wonder’d father and a wifeMakes this place Paradise.
[_Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment._
_Pros._ Sweet, now, silence!Juno and Ceres whisper seriously; 125There’s something else to do: hush, and be mute,Or else our spell is marr’d.
_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 130Answer your summons; Juno does command:Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrateA 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: 135Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on,And these fresh nymphs encounter every oneIn country footing.
_Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with theNymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof PROSPEROstarts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow,and confused noise, they heavily vanish._
_Pros._ [_Aside_] I had forgot that foul conspiracyOf the beast Caliban and his confederates 140Against my life: the minute of their plotIs almost come. [_To the Spirits._] Well done! avoid; no more!
_Fer._ This is strange: your father’s in some passionThat works him strongly.
_Mir._ Never till this daySaw I him touch’d with anger so distemper’d. 145
_Pros._ 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, andAre melted into air, into thin air: 150And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, 155Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuffAs dreams are made on; and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex’d;Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled:Be not disturb’d with my infirmity: 160If you be pleased, retire into my cell,And there repose: a turn or two I’ll walk,To still my beating mind.
_Fer._ _Mir._ We wish your peace. [_Exeunt._
_Pros._ Come with a thought. I thank thee, Ariel: come.
_Enter ARIEL._
_Ari._ Thy thoughts I cleave to. What’s thy pleasure? 165
_Pros._ Spirit,We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
_Ari._ Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear’dLest I might anger thee.
_Pros._ Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? 170
_Ari._ I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;So full of valour that they smote the airFor breathing in their faces; beat the groundFor kissing of their feet; yet always bendingTowards their project. Then I beat my tabor; 175At which, like unback’d colts, they prick’d their ears,Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their nosesAs they smelt music: so I charm’d their ears,That, calf-like, they my lowing follow’d throughTooth’d briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns, 180Which enter’d their frail shins: at last I left themI’ the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell,There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lakeO’erstunk their feet.
_Pros._ This was well done, my bird.Thy shape invisible retain thou still: 185The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,For stale to catch these thieves.
_Ari._ I go, I go. [_Exit._
_Pros._ A devil, a born devil, on whose natureNurture can never stick; on whom my pains,Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; 190And 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._
_Cal._ Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may notHear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. 195
_Ste._ Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmlessfairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us.
_Trin._ Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which mynose is in great indignation.
_Ste._ So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should 200take a displeasure against you, look you,--
_Trin._ Thou wert but a lost monster.
_Cal._ Good my lord, give me thy favour still.Be patient, for the prize I’ll bring thee toShall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly. 205All’s hush’d as midnight yet.
_Trin._ Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,--
_Ste._ There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that,monster, but an infinite loss.
_Trin._ That’s more to me than my wetting: yet this is 210your harmless fairy, monster.
_Ste._ I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o’er ears formy labour.
_Cal._ Prithee, my king, be quiet. See’st thou here,This is the mouth o’ the cell: no noise, and enter. 215Do that good mischief which may make this islandThine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,For aye thy foot-licker.
_Ste._ Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloodythoughts. 220
_Trin._ O King Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano!look what a wardrobe here is for thee!
_Cal._ Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.
_Trin._ O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery.O King Stephano! 225
_Ste._ Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I’llhave that gown.
_Trin._ Thy Grace shall have it.
_Cal._ The dropsy drown this fool! what do you meanTo dote thus on such luggage? Let’s alone, 230And do the murder first: if he awake,From toe to crown he’ll fill our skins with pinches,Make us strange stuff.
_Ste._ Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not thismy jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, 235you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.
_Trin._ Do, do: we steal by line and level, an’t like yourGrace.
_Ste._ I thank thee for that jest; here’s a garment for’t:wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this country. 240‘Steal by line and level’ is an excellent pass of pate;there’s another garment for’t.
_Trin._ Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers,and away with the rest.
_Cal._ I will have none on’t: we shall lose our time, 245And all be turn’d to barnacles, or to apesWith foreheads villanous low.
_Ste._ Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear thisaway where my hogshead of wine is, or I’ll turn you outof my kingdom: go to, carry this. 250
_Trin._ And this.
_Ste._ Ay, and this.
_A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape ofdogs and hounds, and hunt them about, PROSPERO and ARIEL settingthem on._
_Pros._ Hey, Mountain, hey!
_Ari._ Silver! there it goes, Silver!
_Pros._ Fury, fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark! 255[_Cal., Ste., and Trin. are driven out._
Go charge my goblins that they grind their jointsWith dry convulsions; shorten up their sinewsWith aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make themThen pard or cat o’ mountain.
_Ari._ Hark, they roar!
_Pros._ Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour 260Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:Shortly shall all my labours end, and thouShalt have the air at freedom: for a littleFollow, and do me service. [_Exeunt._
Notes: IV, 1.
3: _a third_] _a thread_ Theobald. _the thread_ Williams conj.4: _who_] _whom_ Pope.7: _test_] F1. _rest_ F2 F3 F4.9: _off_] F2 F3 F4. _of_ F1.11: _do_] om. Pope.13: _gift_] Rowe. _guest_ Ff.14: _but_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.25: _’tis_] _is_ Capell.30: _Phœbus’_] _Phœbus_ F1. _Phœdus_ F2 F3. _Phœduus_ F4.34: SCENE II. Pope.41: _vanity_] _rarity_ S. Walker conj.48: _no_?] _no_. Rowe.53: _abstemious_] _abstenious_ F1.60: SCENE III. A MASQUE. Pope.]_thy_] F1. _the_ F2 F3 F4.64: _pioned_] _pionied_ Warburton. _peonied_ Steevens._twilled_] _tulip’d_ Rowe. _tilled_ Capell (Holt conj.). _lilied_Steevens.]66: _broom-groves_] _brown groves_ Hanmer.68: _pole-clipt_] _pale-clipt_ Hanmer.72: After this line Ff. have the stage direction, ’_Juno descends._’74: _her_] Rowe. _here_ Ff.83: _short-grass’d_] F3 F4. _short gras’d_ F1 F2. _short-grass_ Pope.96: _bed-right_] _bed-rite_ Singer.101: _High’st_] _High_ Pope.102: Enter JUNO] om. Ff.110: Cer.] Theobald. om. Ff._foison_] F1 _and foison_ F2 F3 F4.114: _Spring_] _Rain_ Collier MS.119: _charmingly_] _charming lay_ Hanmer. _charming lays_ Warburton._Harmoniously charming_ Steevens conj.121: _from their_] F1. _from all their_ F2 F3 F4.123: _wife_] F1 (var.). Rowe. _wise_ F1 (var.) F2 F3 F4.124: _Makes_] _make_ Pope._sweet, now, silence_] _now, silence, sweet_ Hanmer.124: In Ff. the stage direction [Juno, &c. follows line 127.Capell made the change.128: _windring_] _winding_ Rowe. _wand’ring_ Steevens.129: _sedged_] _sedge_ Collier MS.136: _holiday_] _holly day_ F1 F2 F3. _holy-day_ F4.139: SCENE IV. Pope.143: _This is_] _This’_ (for This ’s) S. Walker conj.]_strange_] _most strange_ Hanmer.145: Ff put a comma after _anger_. Warburton omitted it.146: _do_] om. Pope. See note (XVI).151: _this_] F1. _their_ F2 F3 F4. _th’ air visions_ Warburton.156: _rack_] F3 F4. _racke_ F1 F2. _track_ Hanmer. _wreck_ Dyce(Malone conj.).163: _your_] F1 F2 F3. _you_ F4.164: _I thank thee, Ariel: come._] _I thank you:--Ariel, come._Theobald.169: _Lest_] F4. _Least_ F1 F2 F3.170: _Say again_] _Well, say again_ Capell.180: _furzes_] Rowe. _firzes_ Ff.181: _shins_] _skins_ Warburton conj. (note, V. 1. p. 87).182: _filthy-mantled_] _filthy mantled_ Ff. _filth-ymantled_Steevens conj.184: _feet_] _fear_ Spedding conj.190: _all, all_] _are all_ Malone conj.193: _them on_ Rowe. _on them_ Ff.Prospero ... invisible. Theobald, Capell. om. Ff.194: SCENE V. Pope.230: _Let’s alone_] _Let’s along_ Theobald. _Let it alone_ Hanmer._Let ’t alone_ Collier. See note (XVII).246: _to apes_] om. _to_ Pope.255: Stage direction added by Theobald.256: _they_] F1 F3 F4. _thou_ F2.261: _Lie_] Rowe. _lies_ Ff.
ACT V.
SCENE I. _Before the cell of Prospero._
_Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL._
_Pros._ Now does my project gather to a head:My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and timeGoes upright with his carriage. How’s the day?
_Ari._ On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,You said our work should cease.
_Pros._ I did say so, 5When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,How fares the king and’s followers?
_Ari._ Confined togetherIn 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; 10They 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 chieflyHim that you term’d, sir, “The good old lord, Gonzalo;” 15His tears run down his beard, like winter’s dropsFrom eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works ’em,That if you now beheld them, your affectionsWould become tender.
_Pros._ Dost thou think so, spirit?
_Ari._ Mine would, sir, were I human.
_Pros._ And mine shall. 20Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feelingOf 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, 25Yet with my nobler reason ’gainst my furyDo I take part: the rarer action isIn virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,The sole drift of my purpose doth extendNot a frown further. Go release them, Ariel: 30My charms I’ll break, their senses I’ll restore,And they shall be themselves.
_Ari._ I’ll fetch them, sir. [_Exit._
_Pros._ Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;And ye that on the sands with printless footDo chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him 35When he comes back; you demi-puppets thatBy moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastimeIs to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoiceTo hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid-- 40Weak masters though ye be--I have bedimm’dThe noontide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds.And ’twixt the green sea and the azured vaultSet roaring war: to the dread rattling thunderHave I given fire, and rifted Jove’s stout oak 45With his own bolt; the strong-based promontoryHave I made shake, and by the spurs pluck’d upThe pine and cedar: graves at my commandHave waked their sleepers, oped, and let ’em forthBy my so potent art. But this rough magic 50I here abjure; and, when I have requiredSome heavenly music,--which even now I do,--To work mine end upon their senses, thatThis airy charm is for, I’ll break my staff,Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, 55And deeper than did ever plummet soundI’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 circlewhich PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPEROobserving, speaks:_
A solemn air, and the best comforterTo an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,Now useless, boil’d within thy skull! There stand, 60For 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, 65Melting the darkness, so their rising sensesBegin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantleTheir clearer reason. O good Gonzalo,My true preserver, and a loyal sirTo him thou follow’st! I will pay thy graces 70Home both in word and deed. Most cruellyDidst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.Thou art pinch’d for’t now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,You, brother mine, that entertain’d ambition, 75Expell’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 understandingBegins to swell; and the approaching tide 80Will shortly fill the reasonable shore,That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of themThat 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 85As 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. 90On the bat’s back I do flyAfter summer merrily.Merrily, merrily shall I live nowUnder the blossom that hangs on the bough.
_Pros._ Why, that’s my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee; 95But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.To the king’s ship, invisible as thou art:There shalt thou find the mariners asleepUnder the hatches; the master and the boatswainBeing awake, enforce them to this place, 100And presently, I prithee.
_Ari._ I drink the air before me, and returnOr ere your pulse twice beat. [_Exit._
_Gon._ All torment, trouble, wonder and amazementInhabits here: some heavenly power guide us 105Out of this fearful country!
_Pros._ Behold, sir king,The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:For more assurance that a living princeDoes now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;And to thee and thy company I bid 110A hearty welcome.
_Alon._ Whether thou be’st he or no,Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,As late I have been, I not know: thy pulseBeats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,The affliction of my mind amends, with which, 115I fear, a madness held me: this must crave--An if this be at all--a most strange story.Thy dukedom I resign, and do entreatThou pardon me my wrongs. --But how should ProsperoBe living and be here?
_Pros._ First, noble friend, 120Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannotBe measured or confined.
_Gon._ Whether this beOr be not, I’ll not swear.
_Pros._ You do yet tasteSome subtilties o’ the isle, that will not let youBelieve things certain. Welcome, my friends all! 125[_Aside to Seb. and Ant._]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 timeI will tell no tales.
_Seb._ [_Aside_] The devil speaks in him.
_Pros._ No.For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother 130Would even infect my mouth, I do forgiveThy rankest fault,--all of them; and requireMy dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,Thou must restore.
_Alon._ If thou be’st Prospero,Give us particulars of thy preservation; 135How thou hast met us here, who three hours sinceWere wreck’d upon this shore; where I have lost--How sharp the point of this remembrance is!--My dear son Ferdinand.
_Pros._ I am woe for’t, sir.
_Alon._ Irreparable is the loss; and patience 140Says it is past her cure.
_Pros._ I rather thinkYou have not sought her help, of whose soft graceFor the like loss I have her sovereign aid,And rest myself content.
_Alon._ You the like loss!
_Pros._ As great to me as late; and, supportable 145To make the dear loss, have I means much weakerThan you may call to comfort you, for IHave lost my daughter.
_Alon._ A daughter?O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,The king and queen there! that they were, I wish 150Myself were mudded in that oozy bedWhere my son lies. When did you lose you daughter?
_Pros._ In this last tempest. I perceive, these lordsAt this encounter do so much admire,That they devour their reason, and scarce think 155Their eyes do offices of truth, their wordsAre natural breath: but, howsoe’er you haveBeen justled from your senses, know for certainThat I am Prospero, and that very dukeWhich was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely 160Upon 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, norBefitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir; 165This 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 170As much as me my dukedom.
_Here Prospero discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess._
_Mir._ Sweet lord, you play me false.
_Fer._ No, my dear’st love,I would not for the world.
_Mir._ Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,And I would call it fair play.
_Alon._ If this prove 175A vision of the island, one dear sonShall I twice lose.
_Seb._ A most high miracle!
_Fer._ Though the seas threaten, they are merciful;I have cursed them without cause. [_Kneels._
_Alon._ Now all the blessingsOf a glad father compass thee about! 180Arise, and say how thou camest here.
_Mir._ O, wonder!How many goodly creatures are there here!How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,That has such people in’t!
_Pros._ ’Tis new to thee.
_Alon._ What is this maid with whom thou wast at play? 185Your eld’st acquaintance cannot be three hours:Is she the goddess that hath sever’d us,And brought us thus together?
_Fer._ Sir, she is mortal;But by immortal Providence she’s mine:I chose her when I could not ask my father 190For his advice, nor thought I had one. SheIs daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,Of whom so often I have heard renown,But never saw before; of whom I haveReceived a second life; and second father 195This lady makes him to me.
_Alon._ I am hers:But, O, how oddly will it sound that IMust ask my child forgiveness!
_Pros._ There, sir, stop:Let us not burthen our remembrances withA heaviness that’s gone.
_Gon._ I have inly wept, 200Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods,And on this couple drop a blessed crown!For it is you that have chalk’d forth the wayWhich brought us hither.
_Alon._ I say, Amen, Gonzalo!
_Gon._ Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue 205Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoiceBeyond a common joy! and set it downWith gold on lasting pillars: In one voyageDid Claribel her husband find at Tunis,And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife 210Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedomIn a poor isle, and all of us ourselvesWhen no man was his own.
_Alon._ [_to Fer. and Mir._] Give me your hands:Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heartThat doth not wish you joy!
_Gon._ Be it so! Amen! 215
_Re-enter ARIEL, with the _Master_ and _Boatswain_ amazedlyfollowing._
O, look, sir, look, sir! here is more of us:I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy,That swear’st grace o’erboard, not an oath on shore?Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news? 220
_Boats._ The best news is, that we have safely foundOur king and company; the next, our ship--Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split--Is tight and yare and bravely rigg’d, as whenWe first put out to sea.
_Ari._ [_Aside to Pros._] Sir, all this service 225Have I done since I went.
_Pros._ [_Aside to Ari._] My tricksy spirit!
_Alon._ These are not natural events; they strengthenFrom strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?
_Boats._ If I did think, sir, I were well awake,I’ld strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, 230And--how we know not--all clapp’d under hatches;Where, but even now, with strange and several noisesOf roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,We were awaked; straightway, at liberty; 235Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheldOur royal, good, and gallant ship; our masterCapering to eye her:--on a trice, so please you,Even in a dream, were we divided from them,And were brought moping hither.
_Ari._ [_Aside to Pros._] Was’t well done? 240
_Pros._ [_Aside to Ari._] Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free.
_Alon._ This is as strange a maze as e’er men trod;And there is in this business more than natureWas ever conduct of: some oracleMust rectify our knowledge.
_Pros._ Sir, my liege, 245Do not infest your mind with beating onThe strangeness of this business; at pick’d leisureWhich shall be shortly, single I’ll resolve you,Which to you shall seem probable, of everyThese happen’d accidents; till when, be cheerful, 250And think of each thing well.[_Aside to Ari._] 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 companySome few odd lads that you remember not. 255
_Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO,in their stolen apparel._
_Ste._ Every man shift for all the rest, and let no mantake care for himself; for all is but fortune. --Coragio,bully-monster, coragio!
_Trin._ If these be true spies which I wear in my head,here’s a goodly sight. 260
_Cal._ O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!How fine my master is! I am afraidHe will chastise me.
_Seb._ Ha, ha!What things are these, my lord Antonio?Will money buy ’em?
_Ant._ Very like; one of them 265Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.
_Pros._ 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 strongThat could control the moon, make flows and ebbs, 270And 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 themTo take my life. Two of these fellows youMust know and own; this thing of darkness I 275Acknowledge mine.
_Cal._ I shall be pinch’d to death.
_Alon._ Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
_Seb._ He is drunk now: where had he wine?
_Alon._ And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should theyFind this grand liquor that hath gilded ’em?-- 280How camest thou in this pickle?
_Trin._ I have been in such a pickle, since I saw youlast, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall notfear fly-blowing.
_Seb._ Why, how now, Stephano! 285
_Ste._ O, touch me not;--I am not Stephano, but a cramp.
_Pros._ You’ld be king o’ the isle, sirrah?
_Ste._ I should have been a sore one, then.
_Alon._ This is a strange thing as e’er I look’d on.[_Pointing to Caliban._
_Pros._ He is as disproportion’d in his manners 290As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;Take with you your companions; as you lookTo have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
_Cal._ Ay, that I will; and I’ll be wise hereafter,And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass 295Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,And worship this dull fool!
_Pros._ Go to; away!
_Alon._ Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.
_Seb._ Or stole it, rather. [_Exeunt Cal., Ste., and Trin._
_Pros._ Sir, I invite your Highness and your train 300To my poor cell, where you shall take your restFor this one night; which, part of it, I’ll wasteWith such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make itGo quick away: the story of my life,And the particular accidents gone by 305Since I came to this isle: and in the mornI’ll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,Where I have hope to see the nuptialOf these our dear-beloved solemnized;And thence retire me to my Milan, where 310Every third thought shall be my grave.
_Alon._ I longTo hear the story of your life, which mustTake the ear strangely.
_Pros._ I’ll deliver all;And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,And sail so expeditious, that shall catchYour royal fleet far off. [_Aside to Ari._] My Ariel, chick, 315That is thy charge: then to the elementsBe free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.[_Exeunt._
Notes: V, 1.
7: _together_] om. Pope.9: _all_] _all your_ Pope.10: _line-grove_] _lime-grove_ Rowe.11: _your_] F1 F2. _you_ F3 F4.15: _sir_] om. Pope.16: _run_] _runs_ F1._winter’s_] _winter_ F4.]23: F1 F2 put a comma after _sharply_. F3 F4 omit it.24: _Passion_] _Passion’d_ Pope.26: _’gainst_] Pope. _gainst_ F1 F2. _against_ F3 F4.33: SCENE II. Pope.37: _green sour_] _green-sward_ Douce conj.46: _strong-based_] Rowe. _strong-bass’d_ Ff.58: SCENE III. Pope.60: _boil’d_] Pope. _boile_ F1 F2. _boil_ F3 F4.62: _Holy_] _Noble_ Collier MS.63: _show_] _shew_ Ff. _flow_ Collier MS.64: _fellowly_] _fellow_ Pope.68: _O_] _O my_ Pope. _O thou_ S. Walker conj.69: _sir_] _servant_ Collier MS.72: _Didst_] F3 F4. _Did_ F1 F2.74: _Sebastian. Flesh and blood,_] _Sebastian, flesh and blood._Theobald.75: _entertain’d_] _entertaine_ F1.76: _who_] Rowe. _whom_ Ff.82: _lies_] F3 F4. _ly_ F1 F2.83: _or_] _e’er_ Collier MS.84: Theobald gives as stage direction “Exit Ariel and returnsimmediately.”88: _suck_] _lurk_ Theobald.90: _couch_] _crowch_ F3 F4.[Capell punctuates _There I couch: when owls do cry,_]92: _summer_] _sun-set_ Theobald.106: _Behold,_] _lo!_ Pope.111: _Whether thou be’st_] _Where thou beest_ Ff. _Be’st thou_ Pope._Whe’r thou be’st_ Capell.112: _trifle_] _devil_ Collier MS.119: _my_] _thy_ Collier MS.124: _not_] F3 F4. _nor_ F1 F2.132: _fault_] _faults_ F4.136: _who_] F2 F3 F4. _whom_ F1.145: _and,_] _sir, and_ Capell._supportable_] F1 F2. _insupportable_ F3 F4. _portable_ Steevens.148: _my_] _my only_ Hanmer._A daughter_] _Only daughter_ Hanmer. _Daughter_ Capell.156: _eyes_] F1. _eye_ F2 F3 F4._their_] _these_ Capell.]172: SCENE IV. Pope.Here Prospero discovers...] Ff. SCENE opens to the entrance ofthe cell. Here Prospero discovers... Theobald. Cell opens anddiscovers... Capell.]172: _dear’st_] _dearest_ Ff.179: [Kneels] Theobald.191: _advice_] F4. _advise_ F1 F2 F3.199, 200: _remembrances with_] _remembrance with_ Pope._remembrances With_ Malone.213: _When_] _Where_ Johnson conj.]_and_] om. Capell.216: SCENE V. Pope._sir, look, sir_] _sir, look_ F3 F4.]_is_] _are_ Pope.]221: _safely_] _safe_ F3 F4.230: _of sleep_] _a-sleep_ Pope.234: _more_] Rowe. _mo_ F1 F2. _moe_ F3 F4.236: _her_] Theobald (Thirlby conj.). _our_ Ff.242-245: Given to Ariel in F2 F3 F4.247: _leisure_] F1. _seisure_ F2. _seizure_ F3 F4.248: _Which shall be shortly, single_] Pope. _(which shall beshortly single)_ Ff.253: [Exit Ariel] Capell.256: SCENE VI. Pope.258: _Coragio_] _corasio_ F1.268: _mis-shapen_] _mis-shap’d_ Pope.271: _command, without her power._] _command. Without her power,_anon. conj._without_] _with all_ Collier MS.280: _liquor_] _’lixir_ Theobald.282-284: Printed as verse in Ff.289: _This is_] F1 F2. _’Tis_ F3 F4.]_e’er I_] _I ever_ Hanmer.[Pointing to Caliban.] Steevens.]299: [Exeunt... Trin.] Capell.308: _nuptial_] _nuptiall_ F1. _nuptials_ F2 F3 F4.309: See note (XVIII).
EPILOGUE.
SPOKEN BY 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, 5Since I have my dukedom got,And pardon’d the deceiver, dwellIn this bare island by your spell;But release me from my bandsWith the help of your good hands: 10Gentle breath of yours my sailsMust fill, or else my project fails,Which was to please. Now I wantSpirits to enforce, art to enchant;And my ending is despair, 15Unless I be relieved by prayer,Which pierces so, that it assaultsMercy itself, and frees all faults.As you from crimes would pardon’d be,Let your indulgence set me free. 20
Notes: Epilogue.
EPILOGUE ... PROSPERO.] advancing, Capell.]1: _Now_] _Now, now_ F3 F4.3: _now_] _and now_ Pope.13: _Now_] _For now_ Pope.
NOTES.
NOTE I.
I. 1. 15. _What cares these roarers._ This grammatical inaccuracy, whichescaped correction in the later folios, probably came from Shakespeare’spen. Similar cases occur frequently, especially when the verb precedesits nominative. For example, _Tempest_, IV. 1. 262, ‘Lies at my mercyall mine enemies,’ and _Measure for Measure_, II. 1. 22, ‘What knows thelaws, &c.’ We correct it in those passages where the occurrence of avulgarism would be likely to annoy the reader. In the mouth of aBoatswain it can offend no one. We therefore leave it.
NOTE II.
I. 1. 57-59. _Mercy on us!--we split, &c._ It may be doubtful whetherthe printer of the first folio intended these broken speeches to express‘a confused noise within.’ Without question such was the author’smeaning. Rowe, however, and subsequent editors, printed them as part ofGonzalo’s speech. Capell was the first editor who gave the truearrangement.
NOTE III.
I. 2. 173. _princesses._ See Mr Sidney Walker’s _Shakespeare’sVersification_, p. 243 sqq. ’The plurals of substantives ending in _s_,in certain instances, in _se_, _ss_, _ce_, and sometimes _ge_, ... arefound without the usual addition of _s_ or _es_, in pronunciation atleast, although in many instances the plural affix is added in printing,where the metre shows that it is not to be pronounced.’
In this and other instances, we have thought it better to trust to theear of the reader for the rhythm than to introduce an innovation inorthography which might perplex him as to the sense. The form‘princesses,’ the use of which in Shakespeare’s time was doubted by oneof our correspondents, is found in the _History of King Leir_.
Rowe’s reading ‘princes’ might be defended on the ground that thesentiment is general, and applicable to royal children of both sexes; orthat Sir Philip Sidney, in the first book of the _Arcadia_, calls Pamelaand Philoclea ‘princes.’
NOTE IV.
I. 2. 298. The metre of this line, as well as of lines 301, 302, isdefective, but as no mode of correction can be regarded as completelysatisfactory we have in accordance with our custom left the lines asthey are printed in the Folio. The defect, indeed, in the metre of line298 has not been noticed except by Hanmer, who makes a line thus:
‘Do so, and after two days I’ll discharge thee.’
Possibly it ought to be printed thus:
‘Do so; andAfter two daysI will discharge thee.’
There is a broken line, also of four syllables, 253 of the same scene,another of seven, 235.
There is no reason to doubt that the _words_ are as Shakespeare wrotethem, for, although the action of the play terminates in less than fourhours (I. 2. 240 and V. 1. 186), yet Ariel’s ministry is not to end tillthe voyage to Naples shall be over. Prospero, too, repeats his promise,and marks his contentment by further shortening the time of servitude,‘within two days,’ I. 2. 420. Possibly ‘Invisible’ (301) should have aline to itself. Words thus occupying a broken line acquire a markedemphasis.
But the truth is that in dialogue Shakespeare’s language passes sorapidly from verse to prose and from prose to verse, sometimes evenhovering, as it were, over the confines, being rhythmical rather thanmetrical, that all attempts to give regularity to the metre must be madewith diffidence and received with doubt.
NOTE V.
I. 2. 377, 378:
_Courtsied when you have and kiss’d__The wild waves whist._
This punctuation seems to be supported by what Ferdinand says (391,392):
‘The music crept by me upon the waters,Allaying both their fury and my passion, &c.’
At the end of the stanza we have printed _Hark, hark! ... The watch-dogsbark_ as that part of the burthen which ‘sweet sprites bear.’ The otherpart is borne by distant watch-dogs.
NOTE VI.
I. 2. 443. _I fear you have done yourself some wrong._ See this phraseused in a similar sense, _Measure for Measure_, I. 11. 39.
NOTE VII.
II. 1. 27. _Which, of he or Adrian._ ‘Of’ is found in the sameconstruction, _Midsummer Night’s Dream_, III. 2. 336,
‘Now follow if thou darest to try whose right,Of thine or mine, is most in Helena.’
NOTE VIII.
II. 1. 157. _Of its own kind._ There is no doubt, as Dr Guest has shewn,that ‘it,’ which is the reading of the 1st and 2nd folios, was commonlyused as a genitive in Shakespeare’s time, as it is still in someprovincial dialects. ‘Its,’ however, was coming into use. One instanceoccurs in this play, I. 11. 95, ‘in its contrary.’
NOTE IX.
II. 1. 241. _she that from whom._ Mr Spedding writes: ‘The receivedemendation is not satisfactory to me. I would rather read, “Shethat--From whom? All were sea-swallow’d &c., i.e. from whom should shehave note? The report from Naples will be that all were drowned. Weshall be the only survivors.” The break in the construction seems to mecharacteristic of the speaker. But you must read the whole speech tofeel the effect.’
NOTE X.
II. 1. 249-251. All editors except Mr Staunton have printed in italics(or between inverted commas) only as far as ‘_Naples?_’, but as ‘_keep_’is printed with a small k in the folios, they seem to sanction thearrangement given in our text.
NOTE XI.
II. 1. 267. _Ay, sir; where lies that? if ’twere a kibe._ Mr Singer andMr Dyce have changed ‘’twere’ to ‘it were’ for the sake of the metre.But then the first part of the line must be read with a wrong emphasis.The proper emphasis clearly falls on the first, third, and fifthsyllables, ‘Aý, sir; whére lies thát?’ See Preface.
NOTE XII.
II. 2. 165. Before ‘here; bear my bottle’ Capell inserts a stagedirection [_To Cal._], but it appears from III. 2. 62, that Trinculo wasentrusted with the office of bottle-bearer.
NOTE XIII.
III. 1. 15. _Most busy lest, when I do it._ As none of the proposedemendations can be regarded as certain, we have left the reading of F1,though it is manifestly corrupt. The spelling ‘doe’ makes Mr Spedding’sconjecture ‘idlest’ for ‘I doe it’ more probable.
NOTE XIV.
III. 3. 17. The stage direction, which we have divided into two parts,is placed all at once in the folios after ‘as when they are fresh’[Solemne and strange Musicke; and Prosper on the top (invisible:) Enter... depart].
Pope transferred it to follow Sebastian’s words, ‘I say, to night: nomore.’
NOTE XV.
III. 3. 48. _Each putter out of five for one._ See Beaumont andFletcher, _The Noble Gentleman_, I. 1. (Vol. II. p. 261, ed. Moxon):‘The return will give you five for one.’ MARINE is about to travel.
NOTE XVI.
IV. 1. 146. _You do look, my son, in a moved sort._ Seymour suggests atransposition: ‘you do, my son, look in a moved sort.’ This line howevercan scarcely have come from Shakespeare’s pen. Perhaps the writer whocomposed the Masque was allowed to join it, as best he might, toShakespeare’s words, which re-commence at ‘Our revels now are ended,’&c.
NOTE XVII.
IV. 1. 230. _Let’s alone._ See Staunton’s “Shakespeare,” Vol. I. p. 81,note (b).
NOTE XVIII.
V. 1. 309. _Of these our dear-beloved solemnized._ The Folios have‘belov’d’; a mode of spelling, which in this case is convenient asindicating the probable rhythm of the verse. We have written ‘beloved,’in accordance with the general rule mentioned in the Preface.
‘Solemnized’ occurs in four other verse passages of Shakespeare. It isthree times to be accented ‘sólemnized’ and once (_Love’s Labour’sLost_, II. 1. 41) ‘solémnized.’
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Sources:
Folios:F1 1623; F2 (no date given); F3 1663; F4 1685.“The five plays contained in this volume occur in the first Folioin the same order, and ... were there printed for the first time.”
Early editions:Rowe 1709Pope 1715“Pope was the first to indicate the _place_ of each new scene;as, for instance, _Tempest_, I. 1. ‘On a ship at sea.’ He alsosubdivided the scenes as given by the Folios and Rowe, makinga fresh scene whenever a new character entered--an arrangementfollowed by Hanmer, Warburton, and Johnson. For convenience ofreference to these editions, we have always recorded thecommencement of Pope’s scenes.”Theobald 1733Hanmer (“Oxford edition”) 1744Warburton 1747Johnson 1765Capell 1768; _also Capell’s annotated copy of F2_Steevens 1773Malone 1790Reed 1803
Later editions:Singer, Knight, Cornwall, Collier, Phelps, Halliwell, Dyce, Staunton
Dryden:“_The Tempest_ was altered by Dryden and D’Avenant, and publishedas _The Tempest; or the Enchanted Island_, in 1669. We mark theemendations derived from it: ‘Dryden’s version.’”
Errors and inconsistencies:
_Re-enter Boatswain._[printed BOATSWAIN in small capitals]_Enter _Ariel_._[printed “Ariel” in lower case]Where my son lies. When did you lose you daughter?[Text unchanged: error for “your”?]
[Text-critical notes]
I. 2. 135: _to ’t_] om. Steevens (Farmer conj.).[Here and elsewhere in the volume, body text has unspaced “to’t”while line notes have spaced “to ’t”.]I. 2. 202: _o’ the_] _of_ Pope.[Text unchanged: body text is capitalized “O’ the”]II. 1. 88: _Ay._] I. Ff. _Ay?_ Pope.[Text unchanged: apparent error for italic _I._]III. 3. 17: Prospero above][Text unchanged: stage direction is after l. 19]
[Endnotes]
I: I. 1. 15. [I. 1. 16]V: 377, 378. [376-377]XVI: IV. 1. 146 [IV. 1. 147]