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The Tempest / The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [9 vols.]

The Tempest / The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [9 vols.]

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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.1
Alonso, King of Naples.Sebastian, his brother.Prospero, the right Duke of Milan.Antonio, his brother, the usurping Duke of Milan.Ferdinand, son to the King of Naples.Gonzalo, an honest old Counsellor.Caliban, a savage and deformed Slave.Trinculo, a Jester.Stephano, a drunken Butler.Master of a Ship.Boatswain.Mariners. Miranda, daughter to Prospero. Ariel, an airy Spirit. Other Spirits attending on Prospero3.1. Dramatis Personæ] Names of the actors F1 at the end of the Play.2. presented by] Edd.3. Other ... Prospero] Theobald.4. A ship at sea:] At sea: Capell.
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I. 1 Scene I. On a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard.
Mast. Boatswain!Boats. Here, master: what cheer?Mast. Good, speak to the mariners: fall to’t, yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. Exit.5 Boats. Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the master’s whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where’s the master? Play the men.10 Boats. I pray now, keep below.Ant. Where is the master, boatswain?Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your cabins: you do assist the storm.Gon. Nay, good, be patient.15 Boats. When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not.Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a 20 Counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long
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I. 2 Scene II. The island. Before Prospero’s cell.
Mir. If by your art, my dearest father, you havePut 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,5 Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer’dWith 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 knockAgainst my very heart! Poor souls, they perish’d!10 Had I been any god of power, I wouldHave sunk the sea within the earth, or ereIt should the good ship so have swallow’d andThe fraughting souls within her.Pros.Be collected:No more amazement: tell your piteous heartThere’s no harm done.Mir.O, woe the day!Pros.15 No harm.I have done nothing but in care of thee,Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, whoArt ignorant of what thou art, nought knowingOf whence I am, nor that I am more better20 Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,And thy no greater father.Mir.More to kn
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II. 1 Scene I. Another part of the island.
Gon. Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause,So have we all, of joy; for our escapeIs much beyond our loss. Our hint of woeIs common; every day, some sailor’s wife,5 The masters of some merchant, and the merchant,Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle,I mean our preservation, few in millionsCan speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weighOur sorrow with our comfort.Alon.Prithee, peace.10 Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.Ant. The visitor will not give him o’er so.Seb. Look, he’s winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.Gon. Sir,—15 Seb. One: tell.Gon. When every grief is entertain’d that’s offer’d,Comes to the entertainer—Seb. A dollar.Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have spoken 20 truer than you purposed.Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.Gon. Therefore, my lord,—Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!Alon. I prithee, spare.II. 1. 25 Gon. Well, I have done: but ye
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II. 2 Scene II. Another part of the island.
Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks upFrom bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make himBy inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,And yet I needs must curse. But they’ll nor pinch,5 Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i’ the mire,Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the darkOut of my way, unless he bid ’em: butFor every trifle are they set upon me;Sometime like apes, that mow and chatter at me,10 And after bite me; then like hedgehogs, whichLie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mountTheir pricks at my footfall; sometime am IAll wound with adders, who with cloven tonguesDo hiss me into madness.Lo, now, lo!15 Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment meFor bringing wood in slowly. I’ll fall flat;Perchance he will not mind me.Trin. Here’s neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i’ 20 the wind: yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liqu
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III. 1 Scene I. Before Prospero’s cell.
Fer. There be some sports are painful, and their labourDelight in them sets off: some kinds of basenessAre nobly undergone, and most poor mattersPoint to rich ends. This my mean task5 Would be as heavy to me as odious, butThe mistress which I serve quickens what’s dead,And makes my labours pleasures: O, she isTen times more gentle than her father’s crabbed.And he’s composed of harshness. I must remove10 Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistressWeeps when she sees me work, and says, such basenessHad never like executor. I forget:But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours,Most busy lest, when I do it.Mir.15 Alas, now, pray you,Work not so hard: I would the lightning hadBurnt up those logs that you are enjoin’d to pile!Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns,’Twill weep for having wearied you. My father20 Is hard at study; pray, now, rest yourself;He’s safe for these three hours.
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III. 2 Scene II. Another part of the island.
Ste. Tell not me;—when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board ’em. Servant-monster, drink to me.Trin. Servant-monster! the folly of this island! They 5 say there’s but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if th’ other two be brained like us, the state totters.Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes are almost set in thy head.Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a brave 10 monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.Ste. My man-monster hath drowned his tongue in sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me; I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues off and on. By this light, thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my 15 standard.Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he’s no standard.Ste. We’ll not run, Monsieur Monster.Trin. Nor go neither; but you’ll lie, like dogs, and yet say nothing neither.20 Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.Cal. How
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III. 3 Scene III. Another part of the island.
Gon. By’r lakin, I can go no further, sir;My old bones ache: here’s a maze trod, indeed,Through forth-rights and meanders! By your patience,I needs must rest me.Alon.Old lord, I cannot blame thee,5 Who am myself attach’d with weariness,To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.Even here I will put off my hope, and keep itNo longer for my flatterer: he is drown’dWhom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks10 Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go.Ant. [Aside to Seb.] I am right glad that he’s so out of hope.Do not, for one repulse, forego the purposeThat you resolved to effect.Seb. [Aside to Ant.]The next advantageWill we take throughly.Ant. [Aside to Seb.]Let it be to-night;15 For, now they are oppress’d with travel, theyWill not, nor cannot, use such vigilanceAs when they are fresh.Seb. [Aside to Ant.]I say, to-night: no more.Solemn and strange music.Alon. What harmony is this?—My good friends, hark!Gon. Marvellous
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IV. 1 Scene I. Before Prospero’s cell.
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 again5 I tender to thy hand: all thy vexationsWere 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,10 For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise,And 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: but15 If thou dost break her virgin-knot beforeAll 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,20 Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrewThe union of your bed with weeds so loathlyThat you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,As Hymen’s lamps shall light
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V. 1 Scene I. Before the cell of Prospero.
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.5 I did say so,When 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,10 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 chiefly15 Him that you term’d, sir, “The good old lord, Gonzalo;”His 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.20
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