The Tempest

1 Enter Prospero and Miranda.
2 MIRANDA.
3 If by your art, my dearest father, you have
4 Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
5 The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
6 But that the sea, mounting to th’ welkin’s cheek,
7 Dashes the fire out. O! I have suffered
8 With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel,
9 Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
10 Dash’d all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
11 Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish’d.
12 Had I been any god of power, I would
13 Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere
14 It should the good ship so have swallow’d and
15 The fraughting souls within her.
16 PROSPERO.
17 Be collected:
18 No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
19 There’s no harm done.
20 MIRANDA.
21 O, woe the day!
22 PROSPERO.
23 No harm.
24 I have done nothing but in care of thee,
25 Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who
26 Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
27 Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
28 Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
29 And thy no greater father.
30 MIRANDA.
31 More to know
32 Did never meddle with my thoughts.
33 PROSPERO.
34 ’Tis time
35 I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
36 And pluck my magic garment from me.—So:
37 [_Lays down his mantle._]
38 Lie there my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
39 The direful spectacle of the wrack, which touch’d
40 The very virtue of compassion in thee,
41 I have with such provision in mine art
42 So safely ordered that there is no soul—
43 No, not so much perdition as an hair
44 Betid to any creature in the vessel
45 Which thou heard’st cry, which thou saw’st sink. Sit down;
46 For thou must now know farther.
47 MIRANDA.
48 You have often
49 Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp’d,
50 And left me to a bootless inquisition,
51 Concluding “Stay; not yet.”
52 PROSPERO.
53 The hour’s now come,
54 The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
55 Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember
56 A time before we came unto this cell?
57 I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
58 Out three years old.
59 MIRANDA.
60 Certainly, sir, I can.
61 PROSPERO.
62 By what? By any other house, or person?
63 Of anything the image, tell me, that
64 Hath kept with thy remembrance.
65 MIRANDA.
66 ’Tis far off,
67 And rather like a dream than an assurance
68 That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
69 Four or five women once that tended me?
70 PROSPERO.
71 Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it
72 That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
73 In the dark backward and abysm of time?
74 If thou rememb’rest aught ere thou cam’st here,
75 How thou cam’st here, thou mayst.
76 MIRANDA.
77 But that I do not.
78 PROSPERO.
79 Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
80 Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and
81 A prince of power.
82 MIRANDA.
83 Sir, are not you my father?
84 PROSPERO.
85 Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
86 She said thou wast my daughter. And thy father
87 Was Duke of Milan, and his only heir
88 And princess, no worse issued.
89 MIRANDA.
90 O, the heavens!
91 What foul play had we that we came from thence?
92 Or blessed was’t we did?
93 PROSPERO.
94 Both, both, my girl.
95 By foul play, as thou say’st, were we heav’d thence;
96 But blessedly holp hither.
97 MIRANDA.
98 O, my heart bleeds
99 To think o’ th’ teen that I have turn’d you to,
100 Which is from my remembrance. Please you, farther.
101 PROSPERO.
102 My brother and thy uncle, call’d Antonio—
103 I pray thee, mark me, that a brother should
104 Be so perfidious!—he whom next thyself
105 Of all the world I lov’d, and to him put
106 The manage of my state; as at that time
107 Through all the signories it was the first,
108 And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed
109 In dignity, and for the liberal arts,
110 Without a parallel: those being all my study,
111 The government I cast upon my brother,
112 And to my state grew stranger, being transported
113 And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle—
114 Dost thou attend me?
115 MIRANDA.
116 Sir, most heedfully.
117 PROSPERO.
118 Being once perfected how to grant suits,
119 How to deny them, who t’ advance, and who
120 To trash for over-topping, new created
121 The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang’d ’em,
122 Or else new form’d ’em: having both the key
123 Of officer and office, set all hearts i’ th’ state
124 To what tune pleas’d his ear: that now he was
125 The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
126 And suck’d my verdure out on ’t. Thou attend’st not.
127 MIRANDA.
128 O, good sir! I do.
129 PROSPERO.
130 I pray thee, mark me.
131 I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
132 To closeness and the bettering of my mind
133 With that which, but by being so retir’d,
134 O’er-priz’d all popular rate, in my false brother
135 Awak’d an evil nature; and my trust,
136 Like a good parent, did beget of him
137 A falsehood in its contrary as great
138 As my trust was; which had indeed no limit,
139 A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
140 Not only with what my revenue yielded,
141 But what my power might else exact, like one
142 Who having into truth, by telling of it,
143 Made such a sinner of his memory,
144 To credit his own lie, he did believe
145 He was indeed the Duke; out o’ the substitution,
146 And executing th’ outward face of royalty,
147 With all prerogative. Hence his ambition growing—
148 Dost thou hear?
149 MIRANDA.
150 Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
151 PROSPERO.
152 To have no screen between this part he play’d
153 And him he play’d it for, he needs will be
154 Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library
155 Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties
156 He thinks me now incapable; confederates,
157 So dry he was for sway, wi’ th’ King of Naples
158 To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
159 Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
160 The dukedom, yet unbow’d—alas, poor Milan!—
161 To most ignoble stooping.
162 MIRANDA.
163 O the heavens!
164 PROSPERO.
165 Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me
166 If this might be a brother.
167 MIRANDA.
168 I should sin
169 To think but nobly of my grandmother:
170 Good wombs have borne bad sons.
171 PROSPERO.
172 Now the condition.
173 This King of Naples, being an enemy
174 To me inveterate, hearkens my brother’s suit;
175 Which was, that he, in lieu o’ th’ premises
176 Of homage and I know not how much tribute,
177 Should presently extirpate me and mine
178 Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan,
179 With all the honours on my brother: whereon,
180 A treacherous army levied, one midnight
181 Fated to th’ purpose, did Antonio open
182 The gates of Milan; and, i’ th’ dead of darkness,
183 The ministers for th’ purpose hurried thence
184 Me and thy crying self.
185 MIRANDA.
186 Alack, for pity!
187 I, not rememb’ring how I cried out then,
188 Will cry it o’er again: it is a hint
189 That wrings mine eyes to ’t.
190 PROSPERO.
191 Hear a little further,
192 And then I’ll bring thee to the present business
193 Which now’s upon us; without the which this story
194 Were most impertinent.
195 MIRANDA.
196 Wherefore did they not
197 That hour destroy us?
198 PROSPERO.
199 Well demanded, wench:
200 My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
201 So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
202 A mark so bloody on the business; but
203 With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
204 In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
205 Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepared
206 A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigg’d,
207 Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
208 Instinctively have quit it. There they hoist us,
209 To cry to th’ sea, that roar’d to us; to sigh
210 To th’ winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
211 Did us but loving wrong.
212 MIRANDA.
213 Alack, what trouble
214 Was I then to you!
215 PROSPERO.
216 O, a cherubin
217 Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile,
218 Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
219 When I have deck’d the sea with drops full salt,
220 Under my burden groan’d: which rais’d in me
221 An undergoing stomach, to bear up
222 Against what should ensue.
223 MIRANDA.
224 How came we ashore?
225 PROSPERO.
226 By Providence divine.
227 Some food we had and some fresh water that
228 A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
229 Out of his charity, who being then appointed
230 Master of this design, did give us, with
231 Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
232 Which since have steaded much: so, of his gentleness,
233 Knowing I lov’d my books, he furnish’d me
234 From mine own library with volumes that
235 I prize above my dukedom.
236 MIRANDA.
237 Would I might
238 But ever see that man!
239 PROSPERO.
240 Now I arise.
241 Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
242 Here in this island we arriv’d; and here
243 Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
244 Than other princes can, that have more time
245 For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
246 MIRANDA.
247 Heavens thank you for ’t! And now, I pray you, sir,
248 For still ’tis beating in my mind, your reason
249 For raising this sea-storm?
250 PROSPERO.
251 Know thus far forth.
252 By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
253 Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
254 Brought to this shore; and by my prescience
255 I find my zenith doth depend upon
256 A most auspicious star, whose influence
257 If now I court not but omit, my fortunes
258 Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions;
259 Thou art inclin’d to sleep; ’tis a good dulness,
260 And give it way. I know thou canst not choose.
261 [_Miranda sleeps._]
262 Come away, servant, come! I am ready now.
263 Approach, my Ariel. Come!
264 Enter Ariel.
265 ARIEL.
266 All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come
267 To answer thy best pleasure; be’t to fly,
268 To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
269 On the curl’d clouds, to thy strong bidding task
270 Ariel and all his quality.
271 PROSPERO.
272 Hast thou, spirit,
273 Perform’d to point the tempest that I bade thee?
274 ARIEL.
275 To every article.
276 I boarded the King’s ship; now on the beak,
277 Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
278 I flam’d amazement; sometime I’d divide,
279 And burn in many places; on the topmast,
280 The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
281 Then meet and join. Jove’s lightning, the precursors
282 O’ th’ dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
283 And sight-outrunning were not: the fire and cracks
284 Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
285 Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,
286 Yea, his dread trident shake.
287 PROSPERO.
288 My brave spirit!
289 Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
290 Would not infect his reason?
291 ARIEL.
292 Not a soul
293 But felt a fever of the mad, and play’d
294 Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
295 Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
296 Then all afire with me: the King’s son, Ferdinand,
297 With hair up-staring—then like reeds, not hair—
298 Was the first man that leapt; cried “Hell is empty,
299 And all the devils are here.”
300 PROSPERO.
301 Why, that’s my spirit!
302 But was not this nigh shore?
303 ARIEL.
304 Close by, my master.
305 PROSPERO.
306 But are they, Ariel, safe?
307 ARIEL.
308 Not a hair perish’d;
309 On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
310 But fresher than before: and, as thou bad’st me,
311 In troops I have dispers’d them ’bout the isle.
312 The King’s son have I landed by himself,
313 Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
314 In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
315 His arms in this sad knot.
316 PROSPERO.
317 Of the King’s ship
318 The mariners, say how thou hast dispos’d,
319 And all the rest o’ th’ fleet?
320 ARIEL.
321 Safely in harbour
322 Is the King’s ship; in the deep nook, where once
323 Thou call’dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
324 From the still-vex’d Bermoothes; there she’s hid:
325 The mariners all under hatches stowed;
326 Who, with a charm join’d to their suff’red labour,
327 I have left asleep: and for the rest o’ th’ fleet,
328 Which I dispers’d, they all have met again,
329 And are upon the Mediterranean flote
330 Bound sadly home for Naples,
331 Supposing that they saw the King’s ship wrack’d,
332 And his great person perish.
333 PROSPERO.
334 Ariel, thy charge
335 Exactly is perform’d; but there’s more work.
336 What is the time o’ th’ day?
337 ARIEL.
338 Past the mid season.
339 PROSPERO.
340 At least two glasses. The time ’twixt six and now
341 Must by us both be spent most preciously.
342 ARIEL.
343 Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
344 Let me remember thee what thou hast promis’d,
345 Which is not yet perform’d me.
346 PROSPERO.
347 How now! moody?
348 What is’t thou canst demand?
349 ARIEL.
350 My liberty.
351 PROSPERO.
352 Before the time be out? No more!
353 ARIEL.
354 I prithee,
355 Remember I have done thee worthy service;
356 Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv’d
357 Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
358 To bate me a full year.
359 PROSPERO.
360 Dost thou forget
361 From what a torment I did free thee?
362 ARIEL.
363 No.
364 PROSPERO.
365 Thou dost, and think’st it much to tread the ooze
366 Of the salt deep,
367 To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
368 To do me business in the veins o’ th’ earth
369 When it is bak’d with frost.
370 ARIEL.
371 I do not, sir.
372 PROSPERO.
373 Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
374 The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
375 Was grown into a hoop? Hast thou forgot her?
376 ARIEL.
377 No, sir.
378 PROSPERO.
379 Thou hast. Where was she born? Speak; tell me.
380 ARIEL.
381 Sir, in Argier.
382 PROSPERO.
383 O, was she so? I must
384 Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
385 Which thou forget’st. This damn’d witch Sycorax,
386 For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
387 To enter human hearing, from Argier,
388 Thou know’st, was banish’d: for one thing she did
389 They would not take her life. Is not this true?
390 ARIEL.
391 Ay, sir.
392 PROSPERO.
393 This blue-ey’d hag was hither brought with child,
394 And here was left by th’ sailors. Thou, my slave,
395 As thou report’st thyself, wast then her servant;
396 And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
397 To act her earthy and abhorr’d commands,
398 Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
399 By help of her more potent ministers,
400 And in her most unmitigable rage,
401 Into a cloven pine; within which rift
402 Imprison’d, thou didst painfully remain
403 A dozen years; within which space she died,
404 And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans
405 As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island—
406 Save for the son that she did litter here,
407 A freckl’d whelp, hag-born—not honour’d with
408 A human shape.
409 ARIEL.
410 Yes, Caliban her son.
411 PROSPERO.
412 Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,
413 Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know’st
414 What torment I did find thee in; thy groans
415 Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts
416 Of ever-angry bears: it was a torment
417 To lay upon the damn’d, which Sycorax
418 Could not again undo; it was mine art,
419 When I arriv’d and heard thee, that made gape
420 The pine, and let thee out.
421 ARIEL.
422 I thank thee, master.
423 PROSPERO.
424 If thou more murmur’st, I will rend an oak
425 And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
426 Thou hast howl’d away twelve winters.
427 ARIEL.
428 Pardon, master:
429 I will be correspondent to command,
430 And do my spriting gently.
431 PROSPERO.
432 Do so; and after two days
433 I will discharge thee.
434 ARIEL.
435 That’s my noble master!
436 What shall I do? Say what? What shall I do?
437 PROSPERO.
438 Go make thyself like a nymph o’ th’ sea. Be subject
439 To no sight but thine and mine; invisible
440 To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape,
441 And hither come in ’t. Go, hence with diligence!
442 [_Exit Ariel._]
443 Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
444 Awake!
445 MIRANDA.
446 [_Waking._] The strangeness of your story put
447 Heaviness in me.
448 PROSPERO.
449 Shake it off. Come on;
450 We’ll visit Caliban my slave, who never
451 Yields us kind answer.
452 MIRANDA.
453 ’Tis a villain, sir,
454 I do not love to look on.
455 PROSPERO.
456 But as ’tis,
457 We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
458 Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices
459 That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban!
460 Thou earth, thou! Speak.
461 CALIBAN.
462 [_Within._] There’s wood enough within.
463 PROSPERO.
464 Come forth, I say; there’s other business for thee.
465 Come, thou tortoise! when?
466 Re-enter Ariel like a water-nymph.
467 Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
468 Hark in thine ear.
469 ARIEL.
470 My lord, it shall be done.
471 [_Exit._]
472 PROSPERO.
473 Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
474 Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
475 Enter Caliban.
476 CALIBAN.
477 As wicked dew as e’er my mother brush’d
478 With raven’s feather from unwholesome fen
479 Drop on you both! A south-west blow on ye,
480 And blister you all o’er!
481 PROSPERO.
482 For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps,
483 Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
484 Shall forth at vast of night that they may work
485 All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinch’d
486 As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
487 Than bees that made them.
488 CALIBAN.
489 I must eat my dinner.
490 This island’s mine, by Sycorax my mother,
491 Which thou tak’st from me. When thou cam’st first,
492 Thou strok’st me and made much of me; wouldst give me
493 Water with berries in ’t; and teach me how
494 To name the bigger light, and how the less,
495 That burn by day and night: and then I lov’d thee,
496 And show’d thee all the qualities o’ th’ isle,
497 The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fertile.
498 Curs’d be I that did so! All the charms
499 Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
500 For I am all the subjects that you have,
501 Which first was mine own King; and here you sty me
502 In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
503 The rest o’ th’ island.
504 PROSPERO.
505 Thou most lying slave,
506 Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have us’d thee,
507 Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodg’d thee
508 In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
509 The honour of my child.
510 CALIBAN.
511 Oh ho! Oh ho! Would ’t had been done!
512 Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
513 This isle with Calibans.
514 PROSPERO.
515 Abhorred slave,
516 Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
517 Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
518 Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
519 One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
520 Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
521 A thing most brutish, I endow’d thy purposes
522 With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
523 Though thou didst learn, had that in ’t which good natures
524 Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
525 Deservedly confin’d into this rock,
526 Who hadst deserv’d more than a prison.
527 CALIBAN.
528 You taught me language, and my profit on ’t
529 Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you,
530 For learning me your language!
531 PROSPERO.
532 Hag-seed, hence!
533 Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou ’rt best,
534 To answer other business. Shrug’st thou, malice?
535 If thou neglect’st, or dost unwillingly
536 What I command, I’ll rack thee with old cramps,
537 Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar,
538 That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
539 CALIBAN.
540 No, pray thee.
541 [_Aside._] I must obey. His art is of such power,
542 It would control my dam’s god, Setebos,
543 And make a vassal of him.
544 PROSPERO.
545 So, slave, hence!
546 [_Exit Caliban._]
547 Re-enter Ariel, playing and singing; Ferdinand following.
548 ARIEL’S SONG.
549 _Come unto these yellow sands,
550 And then take hands:
551 Curtsied when you have, and kiss’d
552 The wild waves whist.
553 Foot it featly here and there,
554 And sweet sprites bear
555 The burden. Hark, hark!_
556 Burden dispersedly. _Bow-wow.
557 The watch dogs bark._
558 [Burden dispersedly.] _Bow-wow.
559 Hark, hark! I hear
560 The strain of strutting chanticleer
561 Cry cock-a-diddle-dow._
562 FERDINAND.
563 Where should this music be? i’ th’ air or th’ earth?
564 It sounds no more; and sure it waits upon
565 Some god o’ th’ island. Sitting on a bank,
566 Weeping again the King my father’s wrack,
567 This music crept by me upon the waters,
568 Allaying both their fury and my passion
569 With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it,
570 Or it hath drawn me rather,—but ’tis gone.
571 No, it begins again.
572 ARIEL.
573 [_Sings._]
574 _Full fathom five thy father lies.
575 Of his bones are coral made.
576 Those are pearls that were his eyes.
577 Nothing of him that doth fade
578 But doth suffer a sea-change
579 Into something rich and strange.
580 Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:_
581 Burden: _Ding-dong.
582 Hark! now I hear them: ding-dong, bell._
583 FERDINAND.
584 The ditty does remember my drown’d father.
585 This is no mortal business, nor no sound
586 That the earth owes:—I hear it now above me.
587 PROSPERO.
588 The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
589 And say what thou seest yond.
590 MIRANDA.
591 What is’t? a spirit?
592 Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
593 It carries a brave form. But ’tis a spirit.
594 PROSPERO.
595 No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses
596 As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest
597 Was in the wrack; and, but he’s something stain’d
598 With grief,—that’s beauty’s canker,—thou mightst call him
599 A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows
600 And strays about to find ’em.
601 MIRANDA.
602 I might call him
603 A thing divine; for nothing natural
604 I ever saw so noble.
605 PROSPERO.
606 [_Aside._] It goes on, I see,
607 As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I’ll free thee
608 Within two days for this.
609 FERDINAND.
610 Most sure, the goddess
611 On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe, my prayer
612 May know if you remain upon this island;
613 And that you will some good instruction give
614 How I may bear me here: my prime request,
615 Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
616 If you be maid or no?
617 MIRANDA.
618 No wonder, sir;
619 But certainly a maid.
620 FERDINAND.
621 My language! Heavens!
622 I am the best of them that speak this speech,
623 Were I but where ’tis spoken.
624 PROSPERO.
625 How! the best?
626 What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
627 FERDINAND.
628 A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
629 To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;
630 And that he does I weep: myself am Naples,
631 Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
632 The King my father wrack’d.
633 MIRANDA.
634 Alack, for mercy!
635 FERDINAND.
636 Yes, faith, and all his lords, the Duke of Milan,
637 And his brave son being twain.
638 PROSPERO.
639 [_Aside._] The Duke of Milan
640 And his more braver daughter could control thee,
641 If now ’twere fit to do’t. At the first sight
642 They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel,
643 I’ll set thee free for this. [_To Ferdinand._] A word, good sir.
644 I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
645 MIRANDA.
646 Why speaks my father so ungently? This
647 Is the third man that e’er I saw; the first
648 That e’er I sigh’d for. Pity move my father
649 To be inclin’d my way!
650 FERDINAND.
651 O! if a virgin,
652 And your affection not gone forth, I’ll make you
653 The Queen of Naples.
654 PROSPERO.
655 Soft, sir; one word more.
656 [_Aside._] They are both in either’s powers. But this swift business
657 I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
658 Make the prize light. [_To Ferdinand._] One word more. I charge thee
659 That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp
660 The name thou ow’st not; and hast put thyself
661 Upon this island as a spy, to win it
662 From me, the lord on ’t.
663 FERDINAND.
664 No, as I am a man.
665 MIRANDA.
666 There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
667 If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
668 Good things will strive to dwell with ’t.
669 PROSPERO.
670 [_To Ferdinand._] Follow me.—
671 [_To Miranda._] Speak not you for him; he’s a traitor.
672 [_To Ferdinand._] Come;
673 I’ll manacle thy neck and feet together:
674 Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
675 The fresh-brook mussels, wither’d roots, and husks
676 Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
677 FERDINAND.
678 No;
679 I will resist such entertainment till
680 Mine enemy has more power.
681 [_He draws, and is charmed from moving._]
682 MIRANDA.
683 O dear father!
684 Make not too rash a trial of him, for
685 He’s gentle, and not fearful.
686 PROSPERO.
687 What! I say,
688 My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;
689 Who mak’st a show, but dar’st not strike, thy conscience
690 Is so possess’d with guilt: come from thy ward,
691 For I can here disarm thee with this stick
692 And make thy weapon drop.
693 MIRANDA.
694 Beseech you, father!
695 PROSPERO.
696 Hence! Hang not on my garments.
697 MIRANDA.
698 Sir, have pity;
699 I’ll be his surety.
700 PROSPERO.
701 Silence! One word more
702 Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
703 An advocate for an impostor? hush!
704 Thou think’st there is no more such shapes as he,
705 Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
706 To th’ most of men this is a Caliban,
707 And they to him are angels.
708 MIRANDA.
709 My affections
710 Are then most humble; I have no ambition
711 To see a goodlier man.
712 PROSPERO.
713 [_To Ferdinand._] Come on; obey:
714 Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
715 And have no vigour in them.
716 FERDINAND.
717 So they are:
718 My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
719 My father’s loss, the weakness which I feel,
720 The wrack of all my friends, nor this man’s threats,
721 To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
722 Might I but through my prison once a day
723 Behold this maid: all corners else o’ th’ earth
724 Let liberty make use of; space enough
725 Have I in such a prison.
726 PROSPERO.
727 [_Aside._] It works. [_To Ferdinand._] Come on.
728 Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! [_To Ferdinand._] Follow me.
729 [_To Ariel._] Hark what thou else shalt do me.
730 MIRANDA.
731 Be of comfort;
732 My father’s of a better nature, sir,
733 Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted
734 Which now came from him.
735 PROSPERO.
736 Thou shalt be as free
737 As mountain winds; but then exactly do
738 All points of my command.
739 ARIEL.
740 To th’ syllable.
741 PROSPERO.
742 [_To Ferdinand._] Come, follow. Speak not for him.
743 [_Exeunt._]