The Tempest SCENE IL. The island.Before PROSPERO'S cell. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA MIRANDA If by your art,my dearest father,you have Put the wild waters in this roar,allay them The sky,it seems,would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea,mounting to 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. MIRANDA O,woe the day! PROSPERO No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, Of thee,my dear one,thee,my daughter,who Art ignorant of what thou art,nought knowing Of whence I am,nor that I am more better Than Prospero,master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father. MIRANDA More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. PROSPERO 'Tis time I should inform thee farther.Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.So: Lays down his mantle Lie there,my art.Wipe thou thine eyes;have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck,which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely ordered that there is no soul- No,not so much perdition as an hair Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry,which thou saw'st sink.Sit down; For thou must now know farther
The Tempest SCENE II. The island. Before PROSPERO'S cell. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA MIRANDA If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to 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. MIRANDA O, woe the day! PROSPERO No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Of whence I am, nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father. MIRANDA More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. PROSPERO 'Tis time I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me. So: Lays down his mantle Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely ordered that there is no soul-- No, not so much perdition as an hair Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down; For thou must now know farther
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 The watch-dogs bark! Burthen Bow-wow Hark,hark！I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry,Cock-a-diddle-dow. FERDINAND Where should this music be?i'the air or the earth? It sounds no more:and sure,it waits upon Some god o'the island.Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air:thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.But'tis gone. No,it begins again. ARIEL sings Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell Burthen Ding-dong Hark!now I hear them,--Ding-dong,bell. 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. 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
…… 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 The watch-dogs bark! Burthen Bow-wow Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow. FERDINAND Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth? It sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon Some god o' the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone. No, it begins again. ARIEL sings Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell Burthen Ding-dong Hark! now I hear them,--Ding-dong, bell. 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. 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. 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. FERDINAND Most sure,the goddess On whom these airs attend!Vouchsafe my prayer May know if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give How I may bear me here:my prime request, Which I do last pronounce,is,O you wonder! If you be maid or no? MIRANDA No wonder,sir; But certainly a maid 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? FERDINAND A single thing,as I am now,that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples.He does hear me; And that he does I weep:myself am Naples, Who with mine eyes,never since at ebb,beheld The king my father wreck'd. MIRANDA Alack,for mercy！ 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
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 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. FERDINAND Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer May know if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give How I may bear me here: my prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! If you be maid or no? MIRANDA No wonder, sir; But certainly a maid. 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? FERDINAND A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me; And that he does I weep: myself am Naples, Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd. MIRANDA Alack, for mercy! 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
MIRANDA Why speaks my father so ungently?This Is the third man that e'er I saw,the first That e'er I sigh'd for:pity move my father To be inclined my way！ 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. FERDINAND No,as I am a man 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. FERDINAND No; I will resist such entertainment till Mine enemy has more power. Draws,and is charmed from moving 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
MIRANDA Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father To be inclined my way! 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. FERDINAND No, as I am a man. 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. FERDINAND No; I will resist such entertainment till Mine enemy has more power. Draws, and is charmed from moving 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
MIRANDA Beseech you,father PROSPERO Hence!hang not on my garments. 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. 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. 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. 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
MIRANDA Beseech you, father. PROSPERO Hence! hang not on my garments. 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. 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. 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. 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. ARIEL To the syllable PROSPERO Come,follow.Speak not for him. Exeunt
Thou shalt be free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command. ARIEL To the syllable. PROSPERO Come, follow. Speak not for him. Exeunt