Bouts. Do you not hear him? You mar our la

bour; keep your cabins: you do assist the storm. Gen. Nay, good, be patient.

Boats. When the sea is. Hence!-What care these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence: trouble us not.

Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Beats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace o' the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. U you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap.-Cheerly, good hearts. Out of our way, I say. [Exit.

in.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office.

Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

Seb. A pox o' your throat! you bawling, blasphem ous, incharitable dog!

Boats. Work you, then.

Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noise-maker! we are less afraid to be drown'd than thou art.

Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell, and as leaky

as an unstaunch'd wench.

Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set her two courses; off to sea again, lay her off.

Enter Mariners wet.

Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! All lost.
[Exeunt.

Boats. What, must our mouths be cold?
Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us assist
them,

Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks, he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good rate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage! If he be not born to be hang'd, our case is miserable. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The island: before the cell of Prospero.

Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea

for an acre of barren ground: long heath, brown
furze, any thing: The wills above be done! but I
would fain die a dry death.
[Evit.

Re-enter Boatswain.

Boats. Down with the topmast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main-course. [A cry with

Enter Prospero and Miranda.
Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:

Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit I pray thee, mark me.

This 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 levy'd, 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

Were most impertinent.
Mir.

That hour destroy us?
Pre.

Wherefore did they 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 prepar'd
A rotten carenss of a boat, not rigg'd,

Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
To ery to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,

Did us but loving wrong.

But ever see that man!
Pro.

'Would I might

Now I arise

Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.

Here in this island we arriv'd; and here

Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit
Than other princes can, that have more time

For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.

(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason
For raising this sea-storm?
Pro.

Know thus far forth.

By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies

Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon

A most auspicious star; whose influence

If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes

Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions;
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good 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.

Enter Ariel.

Ari. 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.

Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?

Ari. To every article.

I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
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-out-running were not: The fire, and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,

Yea, his dread trident shake.

Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,

Then all a-fire with me: the king's sou, 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.
Pro.

Why, that's my spirit!

But was not this nigh shore?
Ari.

Close by, my master.

Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where onse
Thou cali'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vea'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;

Whom, with a charm join' to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet,

Mir. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray Which I dispers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

you, sir,

Bound sadly home for Naples;
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,

And his great person perish.

Pro.

Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work :
What is the time o' the day?
Ari.

Past the mid season.

Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till

Pro. At least two glasses: The time 'twixt six and Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.

Ari

I will be correspondent to command,

And do my spiriting gently.
Pro

Pardon, master:

Do so; and after two days

Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,

Which is not yet perform'd me.

Ari. Ay, sir.

What shall I do? say what: what shall I do?

Pro. Gorake thyself like to a nymph o' the sea;

Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible
To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.

But, as, 'tis,

I do not love to look on.
Pro.

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.

Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within.

Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for thee:

Come forth, thou tortoise! when?

Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph.

Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,

Hark in thine ear.

With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with Drop on you both ! a south-west blow on ye,
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.

This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first

Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me would'st
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 lov'd thee,
And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile;
Curs'd 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: aud here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.