The Tempest - Act 1, scene 2
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Act 1, scene 2
Prospero, the former duke of Milan, who has been stranded on a barren island for twelve years with his daughter, Miranda, explains to her that he used his magic to raise the storm and that he ensured that no one on the ship was harmed. He then tells her how, twelve years before, his brother Antonio conspired with Alonso, king of Naples, to usurp Prospero’s dukedom and put him and Miranda to sea, where they happened upon the barren island that is now their home. Having charmed Miranda asleep, Prospero summons the spirit Ariel, hears Ariel’s report of the tempest, and gives him further orders. Prospero wakes Miranda, and they visit Caliban, whom Prospero threatens with torture if he will not continue his labors. Ariel, invisible, entices Ferdinand, son and heir to Alonso, into the presence of Prospero and Miranda. Prospero, delighted that Ferdinand and Miranda fall instantly in love, puts false obstacles in their way by accusing Ferdinand of treason and by using charms to enslave him.Enter Prospero and Miranda.
0072 If by your art, my dearest father, you have
0073 Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
0074 The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
0075 But that the sea, mounting to th’ welkin’s cheek,
0076 5 Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
0077 With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel,
0078 Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
0079 Dashed all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
0080 Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished.
0081 10 Had I been any god of power, I would
0082 Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere
0083 It should the good ship so have swallowed, and
0084 The fraughting souls within her.
PROSPERO 0085 Be collected.
0086 15 No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart
0087 There’s no harm done.
MIRANDA 0088 O, woe the day!
PROSPERO 0089 No harm.
0090 I have done nothing but in care of thee,
0091 20 Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who
0092 Art ignorant of what thou art, naught knowing
0093 Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
0094 Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
0095 And thy no greater father.
MIRANDA 0096 25 More to know
0097 Did never meddle with my thoughts.
PROSPERO 0098 ’Tis time
0099 I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand
0100 And pluck my magic garment from me.
⌜Putting aside his cloak.⌝
0101 30 So,
0102 Lie there, my art.—Wipe thou thine eyes. Have
0105 The very virtue of compassion in thee,
0106 35 I have with such provision in mine art
0107 So safely ordered that there is no soul—
0108 No, not so much perdition as an hair,
0109 Betid to any creature in the vessel
0110 Which thou heard’st cry, which thou saw’st sink. Sit
0111 40 down,
0112 For thou must now know farther.⌜They sit.⌝
MIRANDA 0113 You have often
0114 Begun to tell me what I am, but stopped
0115 And left me to a bootless inquisition,
0116 45 Concluding “Stay. Not yet.”
PROSPERO 0117 The hour’s now come.
0118 The very minute bids thee ope thine ear.
0119 Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember
0120 A time before we came unto this cell?
0121 50 I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
0122 Out three years old.
MIRANDA 0123 Certainly, sir, I can.
0124 By what? By any other house or person?
0125 Of anything the image tell me that
0126 55 Hath kept with thy remembrance.
MIRANDA 0127 ’Tis far off
0128 And rather like a dream than an assurance
0129 That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
0130 Four or five women once that tended me?
0131 60 Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it
0132 That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
0133 In the dark backward and abysm of time?
0134 If thou rememb’rest aught ere thou cam’st here,
0135 How thou cam’st here thou mayst.
MIRANDA 0136 65 But that I do not.
0137 Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
0138 Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
0139 A prince of power.
MIRANDA 0140 Sir, are not you my father?
0141 70 Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
0142 She said thou wast my daughter. And thy father
0143 Was Duke of Milan, and his only heir
0144 And princess no worse issued.
MIRANDA 0145 O, the heavens!
0146 75 What foul play had we that we came from thence?
0147 Or blessèd was ’t we did?
PROSPERO 0148 Both, both, my girl.
0149 By foul play, as thou sayst, were we heaved thence,
0150 But blessedly holp hither.
MIRANDA 0151 80 O, my heart bleeds
0152 To think o’ th’ teen that I have turned you to,
0153 Which is from my remembrance. Please you,
0155 My brother and thy uncle, called Antonio—
0156 85 I pray thee, mark me—that a brother should
0157 Be so perfidious!—he whom next thyself
0158 Of all the world I loved, and to him put
0159 The manage of my state, as at that time
0160 Through all the signories it was the first,
0161 90 And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed
0162 In dignity, and for the liberal arts
0163 Without a parallel. Those being all my study,
0164 The government I cast upon my brother
0165 And to my state grew stranger, being transported
0166 95 And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle—
0167 Dost thou attend me?
MIRANDA 0168 Sir, most heedfully.
0169 Being once perfected how to grant suits,
0170 How to deny them, who t’ advance, and who
0171 100 To trash for overtopping, new created
0172 The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed ’em,
0173 Or else new formed ’em, having both the key
0174 Of officer and office, set all hearts i’ th’ state
0175 To what tune pleased his ear, that now he was
0176 105 The ivy which had hid my princely trunk
0177 And sucked my verdure out on ’t. Thou attend’st not.
0178 O, good sir, I do.
PROSPERO 0179 I pray thee, mark me.
0180 I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
0181 110 To closeness and the bettering of my mind
0182 With that which, but by being so retired,
0183 O’erprized all popular rate, in my false brother
0184 Awaked an evil nature, and my trust,
0185 Like a good parent, did beget of him
0186 115 A falsehood in its contrary as great
0187 As my trust was, which had indeed no limit,
0188 A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
0189 Not only with what my revenue yielded
0190 But what my power might else exact, like one
0191 120 Who, having into truth by telling of it,
0192 Made such a sinner of his memory
0193 To credit his own lie, he did believe
0194 He was indeed the Duke, out o’ th’ substitution
0195 And executing th’ outward face of royalty
0196 125 With all prerogative. Hence, his ambition growing—
0197 Dost thou hear?
0198 Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
0199 To have no screen between this part he played
0200 And him he played it for, he needs will be
0202 Was dukedom large enough. Of temporal royalties
0203 He thinks me now incapable; confederates,
0204 So dry he was for sway, wi’ th’ King of Naples
0205 To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
0206 135 Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
0207 The dukedom, yet unbowed—alas, poor Milan!—
0208 To most ignoble stooping.
MIRANDA 0209 O, the heavens!
0210 Mark his condition and th’ event. Then tell me
0211 140 If this might be a brother.
MIRANDA 0212 I should sin
0213 To think but nobly of my grandmother.
0214 Good wombs have borne bad sons.
PROSPERO 0215 Now the condition.
0216 145 This King of Naples, being an enemy
0217 To me inveterate, hearkens my brother’s suit,
0218 Which was that he, in lieu o’ th’ premises
0219 Of homage and I know not how much tribute,
0220 Should presently extirpate me and mine
0221 150 Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan,
0222 With all the honors, on my brother; whereon,
0223 A treacherous army levied, one midnight
0224 Fated to th’ purpose did Antonio open
0225 The gates of Milan, and i’ th’ dead of darkness
0226 155 The ministers for th’ purpose hurried thence
0227 Me and thy crying self.
MIRANDA 0228 Alack, for pity!
0229 I, not rememb’ring how I cried out then,
0230 Will cry it o’er again. It is a hint
0231 160 That wrings mine eyes to ’t.
PROSPERO 0232 Hear a little further,
0233 And then I’ll bring thee to the present business
0234 Which now ’s upon ’s, without the which this story
0235 Were most impertinent.
0237 That hour destroy us?
PROSPERO 0238 Well demanded, wench.
0239 My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
0240 So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
0241 170 A mark so bloody on the business, but
0242 With colors fairer painted their foul ends.
0243 In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
0244 Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepared
0245 A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged,
0246 175 Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
0247 Instinctively have quit it. There they hoist us
0248 To cry to th’ sea that roared to us, to sigh
0249 To th’ winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
0250 Did us but loving wrong.
MIRANDA 0251 180 Alack, what trouble
0252 Was I then to you!
PROSPERO 0253 O, a cherubin
0254 Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile,
0255 Infusèd with a fortitude from heaven,
0256 185 When I have decked the sea with drops full salt,
0257 Under my burden groaned, which raised in me
0258 An undergoing stomach to bear up
0259 Against what should ensue.
MIRANDA 0260 How came we ashore?
PROSPERO 0261 190By providence divine.
0262 Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
0263 A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
0264 Out of his charity, who being then appointed
0265 Master of this design, did give us, with
0266 195 Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
0267 Which since have steaded much. So, of his
0269 Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me
0270 From mine own library with volumes that
0271 200 I prize above my dukedom.
0273 But ever see that man.
PROSPERO, ⌜standing⌝ 0274 Now I arise.
0275 Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
0276 205 Here in this island we arrived, and here
0277 Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
0278 Than other princes can, that have more time
0279 For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.
0280 Heavens thank you for ’t. And now I pray you, sir—
0281 210 For still ’tis beating in my mind—your reason
0282 For raising this sea storm?
PROSPERO 0283 Know thus far forth:
0284 By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
0285 Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
0286 215 Brought to this shore; and by my prescience
0287 I find my zenith doth depend upon
0288 A most auspicious star, whose influence
0289 If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
0290 Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions.
0291 220 Thou art inclined to sleep. ’Tis a good dullness,
0292 And give it way. I know thou canst not choose.
⌜Miranda falls asleep.
Prospero puts on his cloak.⌝
0293 Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.
0294 Approach, my Ariel. Come.
0295 All hail, great master! Grave sir, hail! I come
0296 225 To answer thy best pleasure. Be ’t to fly,
0297 To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
0298 On the curled clouds, to thy strong bidding task
0299 Ariel and all his quality.
PROSPERO 0300 Hast thou, spirit,
0301 230 Performed to point the tempest that I bade thee?
0303 I boarded the King’s ship; now on the beak,
0304 Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
0305 I flamed amazement. Sometimes I’d divide
0306 235 And burn in many places. On the topmast,
0307 The yards, and bowsprit would I flame distinctly,
0308 Then meet and join. Jove’s lightning, the precursors
0309 O’ th’ dreadful thunderclaps, more momentary
0310 And sight-outrunning were not. The fire and cracks
0311 240 Of sulfurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
0312 Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,
0313 Yea, his dread trident shake.
PROSPERO 0314 My brave spirit!
0315 Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
0316 245 Would not infect his reason?
ARIEL 0317 Not a soul
0318 But felt a fever of the mad, and played
0319 Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
0320 Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
0321 250 Then all afire with me. The King’s son, Ferdinand,
0322 With hair up-staring—then like reeds, not hair—
0323 Was the first man that leaped; cried “Hell is empty,
0324 And all the devils are here.”
PROSPERO 0325 Why, that’s my spirit!
0326 255 But was not this nigh shore?
ARIEL 0327 Close by, my master.
0328 But are they, Ariel, safe?
ARIEL 0329 Not a hair perished.
0330 On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
0331 260 But fresher than before; and, as thou bad’st me,
0332 In troops I have dispersed them ’bout the isle.
0333 The King’s son have I landed by himself,
0334 Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
0335 In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
0336 265 His arms in this sad knot.⌜He folds his arms.⌝
0338 The mariners say how thou hast disposed,
0339 And all the rest o’ th’ fleet.
ARIEL 0340 Safely in harbor
0341 270 Is the King’s ship. In the deep nook, where once
0342 Thou called’st me up at midnight to fetch dew
0343 From the still-vexed Bermoothes, there she’s hid;
0344 The mariners all under hatches stowed,
0345 Who, with a charm joined to their suffered labor,
0346 275 I have left asleep. And for the rest o’ th’ fleet,
0347 Which I dispersed, they all have met again
0348 And are upon the Mediterranean float,
0349 Bound sadly home for Naples,
0350 Supposing that they saw the King’s ship wracked
0351 280 And his great person perish.
PROSPERO 0352 Ariel, thy charge
0353 Exactly is performed. But there’s more work.
0354 What is the time o’ th’ day?
ARIEL 0355 Past the mid season.
0356 285 At least two glasses. The time ’twixt six and now
0357 Must by us both be spent most preciously.
0358 Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
0359 Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
0360 Which is not yet performed me.
PROSPERO 0361 290 How now? Moody?
0362 What is ’t thou canst demand?
ARIEL 0363 My liberty.
0364 Before the time be out? No more.
ARIEL 0365 I prithee,
0366 295 Remember I have done thee worthy service,
0367 Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, served
0368 Without or grudge or grumblings. Thou did promise
0369 To bate me a full year.
0371 300 From what a torment I did free thee?
ARIEL 0372 No.
0373 Thou dost, and think’st it much to tread the ooze
0374 Of the salt deep,
0375 To run upon the sharp wind of the North,
0376 305 To do me business in the veins o’ th’ Earth
0377 When it is baked with frost.
ARIEL 0378 I do not, sir.
0379 Thou liest, malignant thing. Hast thou forgot
0380 The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
0381 310 Was grown into a hoop? Hast thou forgot her?
ARIEL 0382 No, sir.
0383 Thou hast. Where was she born? Speak. Tell me.
0384 Sir, in Argier.
PROSPERO 0385 O, was she so? I must
0386 315 Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
0387 Which thou forget’st. This damned witch Sycorax,
0388 For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
0389 To enter human hearing, from Argier,
0390 Thou know’st, was banished. For one thing she did
0391 320 They would not take her life. Is not this true?
ARIEL 0392 Ay, sir.
0393 This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child
0394 And here was left by th’ sailors. Thou, my slave,
0395 As thou report’st thyself, was then her servant,
0396 325 And for thou wast a spirit too delicate
0397 To act her earthy and abhorred commands,
0398 Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
0399 By help of her more potent ministers
0400 And in her most unmitigable rage,
0402 Imprisoned thou didst painfully remain
0403 A dozen years; within which space she died
0404 And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans
0405 As fast as mill wheels strike. Then was this island
0406 335 (Save for the son that ⌜she⌝ did litter here,
0407 A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honored with
0408 A human shape.
ARIEL 0409 Yes, Caliban, her son.
0410 Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban
0411 340 Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know’st
0412 What torment I did find thee in. Thy groans
0413 Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts
0414 Of ever-angry bears. It was a torment
0415 To lay upon the damned, which Sycorax
0416 345 Could not again undo. It was mine art,
0417 When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape
0418 The pine and let thee out.
ARIEL 0419 I thank thee, master.
0420 If thou more murmur’st, I will rend an oak
0421 350 And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
0422 Thou hast howled away twelve winters.
ARIEL 0423 Pardon, master.
0424 I will be correspondent to command
0425 And do my spriting gently.
PROSPERO 0426 355Do so, and after two days
0427 I will discharge thee.
ARIEL 0428 That’s my noble master.
0429 What shall I do? Say, what? What shall I do?
0430 Go make thyself like a nymph o’ th’ sea. Be subject
0431 360 To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
0432 To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape,
0434 Awake, dear heart, awake. Thou hast slept well.
0435 Awake.⌜Miranda wakes.⌝
MIRANDA 0436 365 The strangeness of your story put
0437 Heaviness in me.
PROSPERO 0438 Shake it off. Come on,
0439 We’ll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
0440 Yields us kind answer.
MIRANDA, ⌜rising⌝ 0441 370 ’Tis a villain, sir,
0442 I do not love to look on.
PROSPERO 0443 But, as ’tis,
0444 We cannot miss him. He does make our fire,
0445 Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices
0446 375 That profit us.—What ho, slave, Caliban!
0447 Thou earth, thou, speak!
CALIBAN, within 0448 There’s wood enough within.
0449 Come forth, I say. There’s other business for thee.
0450 Come, thou tortoise. When?
Enter Ariel like a water nymph.
0451 380 Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
0452 Hark in thine ear.⌜He whispers to Ariel.⌝
ARIEL 0453 My lord, it shall be done.He exits.
PROSPERO, ⌜to Caliban⌝
0454 Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
0455 Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
0456 385 As wicked dew as e’er my mother brushed
0457 With raven’s feather from unwholesome fen
0458 Drop on you both. A southwest blow on you
0459 And blister you all o’er.
0460 For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps,
0461 390 Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins
0462 Shall ⌜forth at⌝ vast of night that they may work
0463 All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched
0464 As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
0465 Than bees that made ’em.
CALIBAN 0466 395 I must eat my dinner.
0467 This island’s mine by Sycorax, my mother,
0468 Which thou tak’st from me. When thou cam’st first,
0469 Thou strok’st me and made much of me, wouldst
0470 give me
0471 400 Water with berries in ’t, and teach me how
0472 To name the bigger light and how the less,
0473 That burn by day and night. And then I loved thee,
0474 And showed thee all the qualities o’ th’ isle,
0475 The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place and
0476 405 fertile.
0477 Cursed be I that did so! All the charms
0478 Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you,
0479 For I am all the subjects that you have,
0480 Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me
0481 410 In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
0482 The rest o’ th’ island.
PROSPERO 0483 Thou most lying slave,
0484 Whom stripes may move, not kindness, I have used
0486 415 Filth as thou art, with humane care, and lodged
0488 In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
0489 The honor of my child.
0490 O ho, O ho! Would ’t had been done!
0491 420 Thou didst prevent me. I had peopled else
0492 This isle with Calibans.
0494 Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
0495 Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
0496 425 Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each
0498 One thing or other. When thou didst not, savage,
0499 Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
0500 A thing most brutish, I endowed thy purposes
0501 430 With words that made them known. But thy vile
0503 Though thou didst learn, had that in ’t which good
0505 Could not abide to be with. Therefore wast thou
0506 435 Deservedly confined into this rock,
0507 Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
0508 You taught me language, and my profit on ’t
0509 Is I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
0510 For learning me your language!
PROSPERO 0511 440 Hagseed, hence!
0512 Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou ’rt best,
0513 To answer other business. Shrugg’st thou, malice?
0514 If thou neglect’st or dost unwillingly
0515 What I command, I’ll rack thee with old cramps,
0516 445 Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar
0517 That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
CALIBAN 0518 No, pray thee.
0519 ⌜Aside.⌝ I must obey. His art is of such power
0520 It would control my dam’s god, Setebos,
0521 450 And make a vassal of him.
PROSPERO 0522 So, slave, hence.
Enter Ferdinand; and Ariel, invisible,
playing and singing.
0523 Come unto these yellow sands,
0524 And then take hands.
0525 Curtsied when you have, and kissed
0526 455 The wild waves whist.
0527 Foot it featly here and there,
0528 And sweet sprites bear
0529 The burden. Hark, hark!
0530 Burden dispersedly, ⌜within:⌝ Bow-wow.
0531 460 The watchdogs bark.
0532 ⌜Burden dispersedly, within:⌝ Bow-wow.
0533 Hark, hark! I hear
0534 The strain of strutting chanticleer
0535 Cry cock-a-diddle-dow.
0536 465 Where should this music be? I’ th’ air, or th’ earth?
0537 It sounds no more; and sure it waits upon
0538 Some god o’ th’ island. Sitting on a bank,
0539 Weeping again the King my father’s wrack,
0540 This music crept by me upon the waters,
0541 470 Allaying both their fury and my passion
0542 With its sweet air. Thence I have followed it,
0543 Or it hath drawn me rather. But ’tis gone.
0544 No, it begins again.
0545 Full fathom five thy father lies.
0546 475 Of his bones are coral made.
0547 Those are pearls that were his eyes.
0548 Nothing of him that doth fade
0549 But doth suffer a sea change
0550 Into something rich and strange.
0551 480 Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell.
0552 Burden, ⌜within:⌝ Ding dong.
0553 Hark, now I hear them: ding dong bell.
0554 The ditty does remember my drowned father.
0555 This is no mortal business, nor no sound
0556 485 That the Earth owes. I hear it now above me.
PROSPERO, ⌜to Miranda⌝
0557 The fringèd curtains of thine eye advance
0558 And say what thou seest yond.
MIRANDA 0559 What is ’t? A spirit?
0560 Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
0561 490 It carries a brave form. But ’tis a spirit.
0562 No, wench, it eats and sleeps and hath such senses
0563 As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest
0564 Was in the wrack; and, but he’s something stained
0565 With grief—that’s beauty’s canker—thou might’st
0566 495 call him
0567 A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows
0568 And strays about to find ’em.
MIRANDA 0569 I might call him
0570 A thing divine, for nothing natural
0571 500 I ever saw so noble.
PROSPERO, ⌜aside⌝ 0572 It goes on, I see,
0573 As my soul prompts it. ⌜To Ariel.⌝ Spirit, fine spirit,
0574 I’ll free thee
0575 Within two days for this.
FERDINAND, ⌜seeing Miranda⌝ 0576 505 Most sure, the goddess
0577 On whom these airs attend!—Vouchsafe my prayer
0578 May know if you remain upon this island,
0579 And that you will some good instruction give
0580 How I may bear me here. My prime request,
0581 510 Which I do last pronounce, is—O you wonder!—
0582 If you be maid or no.
MIRANDA 0583 No wonder, sir,
0584 But certainly a maid.
FERDINAND 0585 My language! Heavens!
0587 Were I but where ’tis spoken.
PROSPERO 0588 How? The best?
0589 What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee?
0590 A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
0591 520 To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me,
0592 And that he does I weep. Myself am Naples,
0593 Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
0594 The King my father wracked.
MIRANDA 0595 Alack, for mercy!
0596 525 Yes, faith, and all his lords, the Duke of Milan
0597 And his brave son being twain.
PROSPERO, ⌜aside⌝ 0598 The Duke of Milan
0599 And his more braver daughter could control thee,
0600 If now ’twere fit to do ’t. At the first sight
0601 530 They have changed eyes.—Delicate Ariel,
0602 I’ll set thee free for this. ⌜To Ferdinand.⌝ A word,
0603 good sir.
0604 I fear you have done yourself some wrong. A word.
0605 Why speaks my father so ungently? This
0606 535 Is the third man that e’er I saw, the first
0607 That e’er I sighed for. Pity move my father
0608 To be inclined my way.
FERDINAND 0609 O, if a virgin,
0610 And your affection not gone forth, I’ll make you
0611 540 The Queen of Naples.
PROSPERO 0612 Soft, sir, one word more.
0613 ⌜Aside.⌝ They are both in either’s powers. But this
0614 swift business
0615 I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
0616 545 Make the prize light. ⌜To Ferdinand.⌝ One word
0617 more. I charge thee
0618 That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp
0620 Upon this island as a spy, to win it
0621 550 From me, the lord on ’t.
FERDINAND 0622 No, as I am a man!
0623 There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.
0624 If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
0625 Good things will strive to dwell with ’t.
PROSPERO, ⌜to Ferdinand⌝ 0626 555 Follow me.
0627 ⌜To Miranda.⌝ Speak not you for him. He’s a traitor.
0628 ⌜To Ferdinand.⌝ Come,
0629 I’ll manacle thy neck and feet together.
0630 Sea water shalt thou drink. Thy food shall be
0631 560 The fresh-brook mussels, withered roots, and husks
0632 Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
FERDINAND 0633 No,
0634 I will resist such entertainment till
0635 Mine enemy has more power.
He draws, and is charmed from moving.
MIRANDA 0636 565 O dear father,
0637 Make not too rash a trial of him, for
0638 He’s gentle and not fearful.
PROSPERO 0639 What, I say,
0640 My foot my tutor?—Put thy sword up, traitor,
0641 570 Who mak’st a show, but dar’st not strike, thy
0643 Is so possessed with guilt. Come from thy ward,
0644 For I can here disarm thee with this stick
0645 And make thy weapon drop.
MIRANDA 0646 575 Beseech you, father—
0647 Hence! Hang not on my garments.
MIRANDA 0648 Sir, have pity.
0649 I’ll be his surety.
PROSPERO 0650 Silence! One word more
0651 580 Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What,
0653 Thou think’st there is no more such shapes as he,
0654 Having seen but him and Caliban. Foolish wench,
0655 To th’ most of men this is a Caliban,
0656 585 And they to him are angels.
MIRANDA 0657 My affections
0658 Are then most humble. I have no ambition
0659 To see a goodlier man.
PROSPERO, ⌜to Ferdinand⌝ 0660 Come on, obey.
0661 590 Thy nerves are in their infancy again
0662 And have no vigor in them.
FERDINAND 0663 So they are.
0664 My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
0665 My father’s loss, the weakness which I feel,
0666 595 The wrack of all my friends, nor this man’s threats
0667 To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
0668 Might I but through my prison once a day
0669 Behold this maid. All corners else o’ th’ Earth
0670 Let liberty make use of. Space enough
0671 600 Have I in such a prison.
PROSPERO, ⌜aside⌝ 0672 It works.—Come on.—
0673 Thou hast done well, fine Ariel.—Follow me.
0674 ⌜To Ariel.⌝ Hark what thou else shalt do me.
MIRANDA, ⌜to Ferdinand⌝ 0675 Be of
0676 605 comfort.
0677 My father’s of a better nature, sir,
0678 Than he appears by speech. This is unwonted
0679 Which now came from him.
PROSPERO, ⌜to Ariel⌝ 0680 Thou shalt be as free
0681 610 As mountain winds; but then exactly do
0682 All points of my command.
ARIEL 0683 To th’ syllable.
PROSPERO, ⌜to Ferdinand⌝
0684 Come follow. ⌜To Miranda.⌝ Speak not for him.