The Tempest

Act I, Scene 1

1. SFX Thunder, lightning, storm at sea.

2. Master

Boatswain!

3. Boatswain

Here, master. what cheer?

4. Master

Good, speak to the mariners: fall to't, yarely,
or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir!

5. SFX Thunder

6. Boatswain

Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! Yare, yare!

7. Mariners WALLA

8. Boatswain

Take in the topsail.

9. SFX Ship's whistle.

10. Boatswain

Tend to the master's whistle.

11. SFX Great gust of wind, thunder

12. Boatswain

Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!

13. Alonso

Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master?
Play the men!

14. Boatswain

I pray now, keep below!

15. Antonio

Where is the master, boatswain?

16. Boatswain

Do you not hear him? You mar our labour: keep your
cabins: you do assist the storm.

17. Gonzalo

Nay, good, be patient.

18. Boatswain

When the sea is! Hence! What cares these roarers
for the name of king? To cabin! Silence! Trouble us not!

19. Gonzalo

Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

20. Boatswain

None that I more love than myself. You are a
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, 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!

21. Gonzalo

I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he
hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is
perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his
hanging: make the rope of his destiny our cable,
for our own doth little advantage. If he be not
born to be hanged, our case is miserable.

22. Boatswain

Down with the topmast! yare! lower, lower! Bring
her to try with main-course.

23. SFX Thunder, Frightened walla.

24. Boatswain

A plague upon this howling! They are louder than
the weather or our office.
Yet again? What do you here? Shall we give o'er
and drown? Have you a mind to sink?

25. Sebastian

A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous,
incharitable dog!

26. Boatswain

Work you, then.

27. Antonio

Hang, cur! Hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!
We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

28. Gonzalo

I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were
no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an
unstanched wench.

29. Boatswain

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

30. SFX Thunder, walla

31. Mariners

All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!

32. SFX Splashing as men dive overboard, Thunder.

33. Boatswain

What, must our mouths be cold?

34. SFX Thunder

35. Gonzalo

The king and prince at prayers, let's assist them,
For our case is as theirs.

36. Sebastian

I'm out of patience.

37. Antonio

We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:
This wide-chapp'd rascal--would thou mightst lie drowning
The washing of ten tides!

38. Gonzalo

He'll be hang'd yet,
Though every drop of water swear against it
And gape at widest to glut him.

39. SFX Big Thunder, crashing, splitting of wood, Panicked walla, the following lines emerge from the walla. 'Mercy on us!', 'We split, we split!', 'Farewell, my wife and children!', 'Farewell, brother!', 'We split, we split, we split!'

40. Antonio

Let's all sink with the king.

41. Sebastian

Let's take leave of him.

42. Gonzalo

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.

Act I, Scene 2

1. 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. Oh, 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.
   

2. Prospero

   Be collected:
   No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart
   There's no harm done.
   

3. Miranda

   Oh woe the day!
   

4. 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, naught knowing
   Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
   Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
   And thy no greater father.
   

5. Miranda

   More to know
   Did never meddle with my thoughts.
   

6. Prospero

   'Tis time
   I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
   And pluck my magic garment from me.

7. SFX Storm sounds out.



8. Prospero

   So:
   Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes, have comfort;
   The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touched
   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.
   

9. Miranda

   You have often
   Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
   And left me to a bootless inquisition,
   Concluding 'Stay, not yet.'
   

10. Prospero

    The hour's now come;
    The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
    Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember
    A time before we came unto this cell?
    I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
    Out three years old.
    

11. Miranda

    Certainly, sir, I can.
    

12. Prospero

    By what? By any other house or person?
    Of any thing the image tell me that
    Hath kept with thy remembrance.
    

13. Miranda

    'Tis far off
    And rather like a dream than an assurance
    That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
    Four or five women once that tended me?
    

14. Prospero

    Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it
    That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
    In the dark backward and abysm of time?
    If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,
    How thou camest here thou mayst.
    

15. Miranda

    But that I do not.
    

16. Prospero

    Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
    Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
    A prince of power.
    

17. Miranda

    Sir, are not you my father?
    

18. Prospero

    Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
    She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
    Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir
    And princess, no worse issued.
    

19. Miranda

    O the heavens!
    What foul play had we,that we came from thence?
    Or blessed was't we did?
    

20. Prospero

    Both, both, my girl.
    By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence;
    But blessedly holp hither.
    

21. Miranda

    O, my heart bleeds
    To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
    Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
    

22. Prospero

    My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio--
    I pray thee, mark me,that a brother should
    Be so perfidious--he whom next thyself
    Of all the world I loved and to him put
    The manage of my state, as at that time
    Through all the signories it was the first,
    And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed
    In dignity, and for the liberal arts
    Without a parallel; those being all my study,
    The government I cast upon my brother
    And to my state grew stranger, being transported
    And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle--
    Dost thou attend me?
    

23. Miranda

    Sir, most heedfully.
    

24. Prospero

    Being once perfected how to grant suits,
    How to deny them, who to advance and who
    To trash for over-topping, new created
    The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,
    Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key
    Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
    To what tune pleased his ear, that now he was
    The ivy which had hid my princely trunk
    And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not!
    

25. Miranda

    O, good sir, I do.
    

26. Prospero

    I pray thee, mark me.
    I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
    To closeness and the bettering of my mind
    With that which, but by being so retired,
    O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
    Awaked an evil nature, and my trust,
    Like a good parent, did beget of him
    A falsehood in its contrary as great
    As my trust was, which had indeed no limit,
    A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
    Not only with what my revenue yielded
    But what my power might else exact, like one
    Who, having into truth by telling of it,
    Made such a sinner of his memory
    To credit his own lie, he did believe
    He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution
    And executing the outward face of royalty,
    With all prerogative. Hence his ambition growing--
    Dost thou hear?
    

27. Miranda

    Your tale, sir, would cure deafness
    

28. Prospero

    To have no screen between this part he play'd
    And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
    Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library
    Was dukedom large enough. Of temporal royalties
    He thinks me now incapable; confederates,
    So dry he was for sway,wi' the King of Naples
    To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
    Subject his coronet to his crown and bend
    The dukedom yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan!)
    To most ignoble stooping.
    

29. Miranda

    Oh, the heavens!
    

30. Prospero

    Mark his condition and the event, then tell me
    If this might be a brother.
    

31. Miranda

    I should sin
    To think but nobly of my grandmother;
    Good wombs have borne bad sons.
    

32. Prospero

    Now the condition.
    This King of Naples, being an enemy
    To me inveterate, harkens 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 levied, one midnight
    Fated to the purpose did Antonio open
    The gates of Milan, and, i' th' dead of darkness,
    The ministers for th' purpose hurried thence
    Me and thy crying self.
    

33. Miranda

    Alack, for pity!
    I, not remembering how I cried out then,
    Will cry it o'er again. It is a hint
    That wrings mine eyes to't.
    

34. Prospero

    Hear a little further
    And then I'll bring thee to the present business
    Which now's upon's, without the which this story
    Were most impertinent.
    

35. Miranda

    Wherefore did they not
    That hour destroy us?
    

36. Prospero

    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 prepared
    A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
    Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
    Instinctively had quit it. There they hoist us,
    To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh
    To the winds whose pity, sighing back again,
    Did us but loving wrong.
    

37. Miranda

    Alack, what trouble
    Was I then to you!
    

38. Prospero

    Oh, a cherubin
    Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile
    Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
    When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
    Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me
    An undergoing stomach, to bear up
    Against what should ensue.
    

39. Miranda

    How came we ashore?
    

40. Prospero

    By Providence divine.
    Some food we had and some fresh water that
    A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
    Who out of his charity--being then appointed
    Master of this design-- did give us, with
    Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,
    Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
    Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
    From mine own library with volumes that
    I prize above my dukedom.
    

41. Miranda

    Would I might
    But ever see that man!
    

42. Prospero

    Now I arise.
    Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
    Here in this island we arrived; and here
    Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
    Than other princesses can that have more time
    For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.
    

43. Miranda

    Heavens thank you for't. And now I pray you, sir,
    For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
    For raising this sea-storm?
    

44. Prospero

    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 inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
    And give it way. I know thou canst not choose.
    Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.
    Approach, my Ariel. Come!
    

45. SFX Ariel's sound



46. Ariel

    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.
    

47. Prospero

    Hast thou, spirit,
    Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
    

48. Ariel

    To every article.
    I boarded the king's ship: now on the <beak,
    Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
    I flamed amazement. Sometime I'ld divide,
    And burn in many places--on the topmast,
    The yards and boresprit would I flame distinctly,
    Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors
    O' th' dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
    And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks
    Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
    Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,
    Yea, his dread trident shake.
    

49. Prospero

    My brave spirit!
    Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
    Would not infect his reason?
    

50. Ariel

    Not a soul
    But felt a fever of the mad and play'd
    Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
    Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
    Then all afire with me. The king's son, Ferdinand,
    With hair up-staring,--then like reeds, not hair,--
    Was the first man that leapt; cried, 'Hell is empty
    And all the devils are here.'
    

51. Prospero

    Why that's my spirit!
    But was not this nigh shore?
    

52. Ariel

    Close by, my master.
    

53. Prospero

    But are they, Ariel, safe?
    

54. Ariel

    Not a hair perish'd;
    On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
    But fresher than before; and, as thou badest me,
    In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle
    The king's son have I landed by himself,
    Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
    In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
    His arms in this sad knot.
    

55. Prospero

    Of the king's ship,
    The mariners, say how thou hast disposed,
    And all the rest o' the fleet.
    

56. Ariel

    Safely in harbour
    Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
    Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
    From the still-vex'd Bermudas; there she's hid,
    The mariners all under hatches stow'd,
    Who, with a charm join'd to their suffered labour,
    I have left asleep. And for the rest o' the fleet
    Which I dispersed, they all have met again
    And are upon the Mediterranean float,
    Bound sadly home for Naples,
    Supposing that they saw the king's ship wrecked
    And his great person perish.
    

57. Prospero

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

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58. Ariel

    Past the mid-season.
    

59. Prospero

    At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now
    Must by us both be spent most preciously.
    

60. Ariel

    Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
    Let me remember thee what thou hast promised
    Which is not yet perform'd me.
    

61. Prospero

    How now? moody?
    What is't thou canst demand?
    

62. Ariel

    My liberty.
    

63. Prospero

    Before the time be out? No more!
    

64. Ariel

    I prithee
    Remember I have done thee worthy service;
    Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served
    Without or grudge or grumblings. Thou didst promise
    To bate me a full year.
    

65. Prospero

    Dost thou forget
    From what a torment I did free thee?
    

66. Ariel

    No.
    

67. Prospero

    Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze
    Of the salt deep,
    To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
    To do me business in the veins o' the earth
    When it is baked with frost.
    

68. Ariel

    I do not, sir.
    

69. Prospero

    Thou liest, malignant thing; hast thou forgot
    The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
    Was grown into a hoop? Hast thou forgot her?
    

70. Ariel

    No, sir.
    

71. Prospero

    Thou hast! Where was she born? speak; tell me.
    

72. Ariel

    Sir, in Algiers.
    

73. Prospero

    O, was she so? I must
    Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
    Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax,
    For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible
    To enter human hearing, from Algiers,
    Thou know'st, was banish'd. For one thing she did
    They would not take her life. Is not this true?
    

74. Ariel

    Ay, sir.
    

75. Prospero

    This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with 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.
    

76. Ariel

    Yes; Caliban her son.
    

77. Prospero

    Dull thing, I say so-- he, that Caliban,
    Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
    What torment I did find thee in: thy groans
    Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts
    Of ever angry bears. It was a torment
    To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
    Could not again undo. It was mine art,
    When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape
    The pine and let thee out.
    

78. Ariel

    I thank thee, master.
    

79. Prospero

    If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak
    And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
    Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
    

80. Ariel

    Pardon, master,
    I will be correspondent to command
    And do my spiriting gently.
    

81. Prospero

    Do so, and after two days
    I will discharge thee.
    

82. Ariel

    That's my noble master!
    What shall I do? Say what; what shall I do?
    

83. Prospero

    Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea; be subject
    To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
    To every eyeball else. Go take this shape
    And hither come in't. Go! Hence with diligence.
    

84. SFX Ariel's sound



85. Prospero

    Awake, dear heart, awake; thou hast slept well.
    

86. Miranda

    The strangeness of your story put
    Heaviness in me.
    

87. Prospero

    Shake it off. Come on,
    We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
    Yields us kind answer.
    

88. Miranda

    'Tis a villain, sir,
    I do not love to look on.
    

89. Prospero

    But, as 'tis,
    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!
    

90. Caliban

    There's wood enough within.
    

91. Prospero

    Come forth, I say! There's other business for thee.
    Come, thou tortoise, when?
    

92. SFX Ariel's sound, plus sound of water



93. Prospero

    Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
    Hark in thine ear.
    

94. SFX Whispering, magic sound.



95. Ariel

    My lord it shall be done.
    

96. SFX Ariel's sound.



97. Prospero

    Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
    Upon thy wicked dam; come forth!
    

98. Caliban

    As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd
    With raven's feather from unwholesome fen
    Drop on you both. A south-west blow on ye
    And blister you all o'er.
    

99. Prospero

    For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
    Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
    Shall for that vast of night that they may work
    All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd
    As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
    Than bees that made 'em.
    

100. Caliban

     I must eat my dinner.
     This island's mine by Sycorax my mother,
     Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,
     Thou strokedst me and madest much of me; wouldst 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 loved thee
     And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
     The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
     Cursed 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; and here you sty me
     In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
     The rest o' the island.
     

101. Prospero

     Thou most lying slave,
     Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I have used thee,
     (Filth as thou art) with human care, and lodged thee
     In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
     The honour of my child.
     

102. Caliban

     O ho, O ho! would't had been done!
     Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
     This isle with Calibans.
     

103. Miranda

     Abhorred slave,
     Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
     Being capable of all ill; I pitied thee,
     Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
     One thing or other. When thou didst not, savage,
     Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
     A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
     With words that made them known. But thy vile race
     (Though thou didst learn) had that in't which good natures
     Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
     Deservedly confined into this rock,
     Who hadst deserved more than a prison
     

104. Caliban

     You taught me language; and my profit on't
     Is I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
     For learning me your language!
     

105. Prospero

     Hag-seed, hence!
     Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best,
     To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
     If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly
     What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
     Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar
     That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
     

106. Caliban

     No, pray thee
     I must obey; his art is of such power,
     It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
     and make a vassal of him.
     

107. Prospero

     So, slave; hence.
     

108. SFX Heavy footsteps, departing; Ariel's sound, as of a slow approach; music fades in. Ariel and Ferd. are off-mike.



109. Ariel (sung)

     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.
     

110. Spirit voices

     Hark, hark! Bow-wow,
     The watch dogs bark, bow-wow.
     

111. Ariel

     Hark, hark! I hear
     The strain of strutting chanticleer
     Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
     

112. Ferdinand

     Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth?
     It sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon
     Som. 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!
     

113. Ariel (sung)

     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.
     

114. Spirit voices

     Ding dong.

115. Ariel (sung)

     Hark! now I hear them,

116. Spirit voices

     Ding-dong, bell.

117. 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!
     

118. SFX Magic sound.



119. Prospero

     The fringed curtains of thine eye advance
     And say what thou seest yond.
     

120. Miranda

     What is't? a spirit?
     Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
     It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.
     

121. 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.
     

122. Miranda

     I might call him
     A thing divine, for nothing natural
     I ever saw so noble.
     

123. Prospero

     [Aside] It goes on, I see,
     As my soul prompts it. Ariel, fine spirit! I'll free thee
     Within two days for this.
     

124. Magic sound



125. 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?
     

126. Miranda

     No wonder, sir;
     But certainly a maid.
     

127. Ferdinand

     My language? Heavens!
     I am the best of them that speak this speech,
     Were I but where 'tis spoken.
     

128. Prospero

     How? The best?
     What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
     

129. 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.
     

130. Miranda

     Alack, for mercy!
     

131. Ferdinand

     Yes, faith, and all his lords-- the Duke of Milan
     And his brave son being twain.
     

132. Prospero

     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!
     A word, good sir;
     I fear you have done yourself some wrong. A word.
     

133. 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!
     

134. Ferdinand

     O, if a virgin,
     And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
     The queen of Naples.
     

135. 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.
     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.
     

136. Ferdinand

     No, as I am a man.
     

137. 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.
     

138. 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 mussels, wither'd roots and husks
     Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow!
     

139. Ferdinand

     No.
     

140. SFX Drawn sword



141. Ferdinand

     I will resist such entertainment till
     Mine enemy has more power.
     

142. Miranda

     O dear father,
     Make not too rash a trial of him, for
     He's gentle and not fearful.
     

143. SFX magic sound, vocal reaction from Ferd.



144. 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...
     

145. SFX magic sound, vocal reaction from Ferd.



146. Prospero

     And make thy weapon drop.
     

147. SFX Clatter of sword dropping.



148. Miranda

     Beseech you, father-
     

149. Prospero

     Hence; hang not on my garments.
     

150. Miranda

     Sir, have pity;
     I'll be his surety.
     

151. 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.
     

152. Miranda

     My affections
     Are then most humble. I have no ambition
     To see a goodlier man.
     

153. Prospero

     Come on; obey.
     

154. SFX Magic sound



155. Prospero Thy nerves are in their infancy again
     And have no vigour in them.
     
156. 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.
     

157. Prospero

     [Aside] It works.
     Come on.
     Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!
     Follow me.
     Hark what thou else shalt do me.
     

158. SFX Ariel's sound



159. 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.
     

160. Prospero

     Thou shalt be free
     As mountain winds, but then exactly do
     All points of my command.
     

161. Ariel

     To the syllable.
     

162. SFX Ariel's sound



163. Prospero

     Come, follow.

164. Miranda tries to protest.



165. Prospero

     Speak not for him!
     

166. SFX Surf sounds up and out; musical transition

Act II, Scene 1

1. SFX Walla of lords, surf sounds up, out.



2. Gonzalo

   Beseech you, sir, be merry. You have cause
   (So have we all) of joy, for our escape
   Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe
   Is common: every day some sailor's wife,
   The masters of some merchant and the merchant
   Have just our theme of woe. But for the miracle,
   I mean our preservation, few in millions
   Can speak like us. Then wisely, good sir, weigh
   Our sorrow with our comfort.
   

3. Alonso

   Prithee, peace.
   

4. Sebastian

   He receives comfort like cold porridge.
   

5. Antonio

   The visitor will not give him o'er so.
   

6. Sebastian

   Look he's winding up the watch of his wit;
   by and by it will strike.
   

7. Gonzalo

   Sir--
   

8. Sebastian

   One. Tell.
   

9. Gonzalo

   When every grief is entertained that's offered,
   Comes to the entertainer--
   

10. Sebastian

    A dollar.
    

11. Gonzalo

    Dolour comes to him, indeed: you
    have spoken truer than you purposed.
    

12. Sebastian

    You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.
    

13. Gonzalo

    Therefore, my lord--
    

14. Antonio

    Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!
    

15. Alonso

    I prithee, spare.
    

16. Gonzalo

    Well, I have done; but yet--
    

17. Sebastian

    He will be talking.
    

18. Antonio

    Which, of he or Adrian, for a good
    wager, first begins to crow?
    

19. Sebastian

    The old cock.
    

20. Antonio

    The cockerel.
    

21. Sebastian

    Done. The wager?
    

22. Antonio

    A laughter.
    

23. Sebastian

    A match!
    

24. Adrian

    Though this island seem to be desert--
    

25. Antonio

    Ha, ha, ha!
    

26. Sebastian

    So, you're paid.
    

27. Adrian

    Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible--
    

28. Sebastian

    Yet--
    

29. Adrian

    Yet--
    

30. Antonio

    He could not miss't.
    

31. Adrian

    It must needs be of subtle, tender and delicate
    temperance.
    

32. Antonio

    Temperance was a delicate wench.
    

33. Sebastian

    Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.
    

34. Adrian

    The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
    

35. Sebastian

    As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
    

36. Antonio

    Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.
    

37. Gonzalo

    Here is everything advantageous to life.
    

38. Antonio

    True, save means to live.
    

39. Sebastian

    Of that there's none, or little.
    

40. Gonzalo

    How lush and lusty the grass looks! How green!
    

41. Antonio

    The ground indeed is tawny.
    

42. Sebastian

    With an eye of green in't.
    

43. Antonio

    He misses not much.
    

44. Sebastian

    No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
    

45. Gonzalo

    But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost
    beyond credit--
    

46. Sebastian

    As many vouched rarities are.
    

47. Gonzalo

    That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in
    the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and glosses,
    being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water.
    

48. Antonio

    If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not
    say he lies?
    

49. Sebastian

    Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.
    

50. Gonzalo

    Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when
    we put them on first in Africa, at the marriage of
    the king's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.
    

51. Sebastian

    'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.
    

52. Adrian

    Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to
    their queen.
    

53. Gonzalo

    Not since widow Dido's time.
    

54. Antonio

    Widow! a pox o' that! How came that widow in?
    widow Dido!
    

55. Sebastian

    What if he had said 'widower AEneas' too? Good Lord,
    how you take it!
    

56. Adrian

    'Widow Dido' said you? You make me study of that.
    She was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
    

57. Gonzalo

    This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
    

58. Adrian

    Carthage?
    

59. Gonzalo

    I assure you, Carthage.
    

60. Antonio

    His word is more than the miraculous harp.
    

61. Sebastian

    He hath raised the wall and houses too.
    

62. Antonio

    What impossible matter will he make easy next?
    

63. Sebastian

    I think he will carry this island home in his pocket
    and give it his son for an apple.
    

64. Antonio

    And sowing the kernels of it in the sea,
    bring forth more islands.
    

65. Alonso

    Ay?
    

66. Antonio

    Why, in good time.
    

67. Gonzalo

    Sir, we were talking that our garments seem now
    as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage
    of your daughter, who is now queen.