From The Complete Works of Shakespeare, 2014
Ed. David Bevington

1.1

A tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning
heard. Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain.

MASTER
  Boatswain!
BOATSWAIN
 Here, Master. What cheer?
MASTER
 Good, speak to th' mariners. Fall to't yarely, 
  or we run ourselves aground. Bestir, bestir!         Exit.

Enter Mariners.

BOATSWAIN
 Heigh, my hearts! Cheerly, cheerly, my 
  hearts! Yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to th' Mas-
  ter's whistle.--Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room
  enough!

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand,
Gonzalo, and others.

ALONSO
 Good Boatswain, have care. Where's the Mas-
  ter? Play the men.
BOATSWAIN
 I pray now, keep below. 
ANTONIO
 Where is the Master, Boatswain?
BOATSWAIN
 Do you not hear him? You mar our labor. 
  Keep your cabins! You do assist the storm.
GONZALO
 Nay, good, be patient.
BOATSWAIN
 When the sea is. Hence! What cares these 
  roarers for the name of king? To cabin! Silence! Trou-
  ble us not.
GONZALO
 Good, yet remember whom thou has aboard.
BOATSWAIN
 None that I more love than myself. You are
  a councillor; 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.                                                                     Exit.

GONZALO
 I have great comfort from this fellow. Me-
  thinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his com-
  plexion 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.        Exeunt [courtiers].

Enter Boatswain.

BOATSWAIN
 Down with the topmast! Yare! Lower, 
  lower! Bring her to try wi'th' main course. (A cry
  within.) A plague upon this howling! They are louder
  than the weather or our office.

    Enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo.

  Yet again? What do you here? Shall we give o'er and
  drown? Have you a mind to sink?
SEBASTIAN
 A pox o'your throat, you bawling, blasphe-
  mous, incharitable dog!
BOATSWAIN
 Work you, then.
ANTONIO
 Hang, cur! Hang, you whoreson, insolent
  noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than
  thou art.
GONZALO
 I'll warrant him for drowning, though the 
  ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as 
  leaky as an unstanched wench.
BOATSWAIN
 Lay her ahold, ahold! Set her two courses.
  Off to sea again! Lay her off!

    Enter Mariners, wet.
    
MARINERS
 All lost! To prayers, to prayers! All lost!
                 [The Mariners run about in confusion, exiting at random.]
BOATSWAIN
 What, must our mouths be cold?
GONZALO
  The King and Prince at prayers! Let's assist them,
  For our case is as theirs.
SEBASTIAN
                          I am out of patience.
ANTONIO
  We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards.
  This wide-chapped rascal! Would thou mightst lie
    drowning
  The washing of ten tides!
GONZALO
                               He'll be hanged yet,
  Though every drop of water swear against it
  And gape at wid'st to glut him.
(A confused noise within:)         "Mercy on us!"--
"We split, we split!"--"Farewell my wife and"
    children!"--
"Farewell, brother!"--"We split, we split, we split!"
                                                            [Exit Boatswain.]
ANTONIO
 Let's all sink wi'th' King.
SEBASTIAN
 Let's take leave of him.
                                                        Exit [with Antonio].
GONZALO
 Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea
  for an acre of barren ground: long heath, brown furze,
  anything. The wills above be done! But I would fain 
  die a dry death.

1.2

            Enter Prospero [in his magic cloak] and Miranda.

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 th' 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,
  Dashed all to pieces. Oh, the cry did knock
  Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished.
  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 swallowed and
  The freighting souls within her.
PROSPERO
                                      Be collected.
  No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart
  There's no harm done.
MIRANDA
                        Oh, woe the day!
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.
MIRANDA
                               More to know
  did never meddle with my thoughts.
PROSPERO
                                               'Tis time
  I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand
  And pluck my magic garment from me. So, 
                [laying down his magic cloak and staff]
  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 though saw'st sink. Sit
      down,
  For thou must now know farther.
MIRANDA
 [sitting]     You have often
  Begun to tell me what I am, but stopped
  And left me to a bootless inquisition,
  Concluding "Stay, not yet."
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, fr then thou wast not 
  Out three years old.
MIRANDA
        Certainly sir, I can.
PROSPERO
  By what? By any other house or person?
  Of anything the image, tell me, that
  Hath kept with thy rememberance.
MIRANDA
                  'Tis far off,
  And rather like a dream than an assurance
  That my rememberance warrants. Had I not
  Four or five women once that tended me?
PROSPERO
  Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it
  That this lives in thy mind? What see'st thou else
  In the dark backward and abysm of time?
  If thou rememb'rest aught ere thou cam'st here,
  How thou cam'st here thou mayst.
MIRANDA
                          But that I do not.
PROSPERO
  Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve year since,
  Thy father was the Duke of Milan and 
  A prince of power.
MIRANDA
            Sir, are you not my father?
PROSPERO
  Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
  She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
  Was Duke of cloak, and his only heir
  And princess no worse issued.
MIRANDA
                                      Oh, the heavens!
  What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
  Or blessèd was't we did?
PROSPERO
             Both, both, my girl.
  By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved hence,
  But blessedly holp hither.
MIRANDA
                  Oh, my heart bleeds
  To think o'th' teen that I have turned you to,
  Which is from my rememberance! Please you, farther.
PROSPERO
  My brother and thy uncle, called 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 seigniories 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?
MIRANDA
                    Sir, most heedfully.
PROSPERO
  Being once perfected how to grant suits,
  How to deny them, who t'advance and who
  To trash for overtopping, new created
  The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,
  Or else new formed 'em; having both the key 
  Of officer and office, set all hearts i'th' state
  To what tune pleased his ear, that now he was
  The ivy which had hid my princely trunk
  And sucked my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not.
MIRANDA
  Oh, good sir, do.
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'erprized 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'th' substitution
  And executing th'outward face of royalty
  With all prerogative. Hence his ambition growing--
  Dost thou hear?
MIRANDA
        Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
PROSPERO
  To have no screen between this part he played
  And him he played 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'th' King of Naples
  To gie him annual tribute, do him homage, 
  Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
  The dukedom yet unbowed--alas, poor Milan!--
  To most ignoble stooping.
MIRANDA
                Oh the heavens!
PROSPERO
  Mark his condition and th'event, then tell me
  If this might be a brother.
MIRANDA
                I should sin
  To think but nobly of my grandmother.
  Good wombs have borne bad sons.
PROSPERO
                         Now the condition.
  This King of Naples, being an enemy
  To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit,
  Which was that he, in lieu o'th' 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 honors, on my brother. Whereon,
  A treacherous army levied, one midnight
  Fated to th' 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.
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.
PROSPERO
                       Hear a little further,
  And then I'll bring thee to the present business
  Which now's upon 's, wihtou the which this story
  Were most impertinent.
MIRANDA
                Where for did they not
  That hour destroy us?
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 colors 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 butt, not rigged,
  Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
  Instinctively have quit it. There they hoist us,
  To cry to th' sea that roared to us, to sigh
  To th'winds whose pity, sighing back again,
  Did us but loving wrong.
MIRANDA
                      Alack, what trouble
  Was I then to you!
PROSPERO
                  Oh, cherubin
  Thou was that did preserve me. Thou didst smile,
  Infusèd with a fortitude from heaven,
  When I have decked the sea with drops full salt,
  Under my burden groaned, which raised in me
  An undergoing stomach, to bear up
  Against what should ensue.
MIRANDA
How came we ashore?
PROSPERO
By Providence divine.
  Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
  A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
  Out of his charity, who 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 furnished me
  From mine own library with volumes that
  I prize above my dukedom.
MIRANDA
                          Would I might
  But ever see that man!
PROSPERO
                           Now I arise.
                                          [He puts on his magic cloak.]
  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 princes can, that have more time
  For vainer hours and tutors not careful.
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?
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 dullness,
  And give it way. I know thou canst not choose.
                                                      [Miranda sleeps.]
  Come away, servant, come! I am ready now.
  Approach, my Ariel, come.

        Enter Ariel.

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 curled clouds, to thy strong bidding task
  Ariel and all his quality.
PROSPERO
                         Hast thou, spirit,
  Performed to point the temptest that I bade thee?
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'd divide
  And burn in many places; on the topmast,
  The yards, and bowsprit would I flame distinctly,
  Then meet and join. Jove's lightning, the precursors
  O'th' dreadful thunderclaps, more momentary
  And sight-outrunning were not. The fire and cracks
  Of sulfurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
  Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,
  Yea, his dread trident shake.
PROSPERO
                             My brave spirit!
  Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
  Would not infect his reason?
ARIEL
                                  Not a soul
  But felt a fever of the mad and played
  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!"
PROSPERO
                                 Why that's my spirit!
  But was not this nigh shore?
ARIEL
                                  Close by, my master.
PROSPERO
  But are they, Ariel, safe?
ARIEL
                                  Not a hair perished.
  On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
  But fresher than before; and, as thou bad'st 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.                           [He folds his arms.]
PROSPERO
                         Of the King's ship,
  The Mariners, say how thou has disposed,
  And all the rest o'th' fleet.
ARIEL
                            Safely in harbor
  Is the King's ship; in the deep nook where once
  Thou called'st me up at midnight to fetch dew
  From the still-vexed Bermudas, there she's hid;
  The Mariners all under hatches stowed,
  Who, with a charm joined to their suffered labor,
  I hae left asleep. And for the rest o'th' 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.
PROSPERO
                           Ariel, thy charge
  Exactly is performed. But there's more work.
  What is the time o'th' day?
ARIEL
                          Past the mid season.
PROSPERO
  At least two glasses. The time twixt six and now
  Must by us both be spent most preciously.
ARIEL
  Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, 
  Let me remember thee what thou has promised,
  Which is not yet performed me.
PROSPERO
                     How now? Moody?
  What is't thou canst demand?
ARIEL
                        My liberty.
PROSPERO
  Before the time be out? No more!
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 did promise
  To bate me a full year.
PROSPERO
                       Dost thou forget
  From what a torment I did free thee?
ARIEL
                                        No.
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'th' earth
  When it is baked with frost.
ARIEL
                            I do not, sir.
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?
ARIEL
 No, sir.
PROSPERO
  Thou hast. Where was she born? Speak. Tell me.
ARIEL
  Sir, in Argier.
PROSPERO
           Oh, was she so? I must
  Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
  Which thou forget'st. This damned witch Sycorax,
  For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible
  To enter human hearing, from Argier,
  Thou know'st, was banished. For one thing she did
  They would not take her life. Is not this true?
ARIEL
 Ay, sir.
PROSPERO
  This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child
  And here was left by th' sailors. Thou, my slave,
  As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant;
  And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
  To act her earthy and abhorred 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
  Imprisoned 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 honored with
  A human shape.
ARIEL
                        Yes, Caliban her son.
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 damned, 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.
ARIEL
                              I thank thee, master.
PROSPERO
  If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak
  And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
  Thou has howled away twelve winters
ARIEL
                                          Pardon, master.
  I will be correspondent to command
  And do my spriting gently.
PROSPERO
 Do so, and after two days
  I will discharge thee.
ARIEL
                          That's my noble master!
  What shall I do? Say what? What shall I do?
PROSPERO
  Go make thyself like a nymph o'th' 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!
                                                                            Exit [Ariel].
  [To Miranda] Awake, dear heart, awake! Thou hast
    slept well.
  Awake!
MIRANDA
 The strangeness of your story put
  Heaviness in me.
PROSPERO
           Shake it off. Come on,
  We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
  Yields us kind answer.
MIRANDA
                    'Tis a villain, sir,
  I do not love to look on.
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.
CALIBAN
 (within)                         There's wood enough within.
PROSPERO
  Come forth, I say! There's other business for thee.
  Come, thou tortoise! When?

        Enter Ariel like a water nymph.

  Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
  Hark in thine ear.                                            [He whispers.]
ARIEL
                        My lord, it shall be done.            Exit.
PROSPERO
 
  Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
  Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

        Enter Caliban.
CALIBAN
  As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed
  With raven's feather from unwholesome fen
  Drop on you both! A southwest blow on ye
  And blister you all o'er!
PROSPERO
  For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps,
  For learning me your language!
  Side-stiches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins
  Shall forth at vast of night that they may work
  All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched
  As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
  Than bees that made 'em.
CALIBAN
                      I must eat my dinner.
  This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
  Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st first,
  Thou strok'st me and made 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 showed thee all the qualities o'th'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'th'island.
PROSPERO
                         Thou most lying slave,
  Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,
  Filth as thou art, with humane care, and lodged thee
  In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
  The honor of my child.
CALIBAN
  Oho, oho! Would't had been done!
  Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
  This isle with Calibans.
MIRANDA
                      Abhorrèd 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 endowed thy purposes
  With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
  Though thou nature 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.
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!
PROSPERO
                                     hagseed, hence!
  Fetch us in fuel, and be quick, thou'rt best,
  To answer other business. Shrugg'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.
CALIBAN
                                        No, pray thee.
  [Aside]  I must obey. His art is of such power
  It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
  And make a vassal of him.
PROSPERO
                            So, slave, hence!
                                                      Exit Caliban.

  Enter Ferdinand; and Ariel, invisible, playing and
  singing. [Ferdinand does not see Prospero and Miranda.]

              Ariel's Song.

ARIEL
  Come unto these yellow sands,
      And then take hands;
  Curtsied when you have, and kissed
      The wild waves whist;
  Foot it featly here and there,
      And, sweet sprites, bear
  The burden. Hark, hark!
                  Burden, dispersedly [within]. Bow-wow.
      The watchdogs bark.
                  [Burden, dispersedly within.] Bow-wow.
  Hark, hark! I hear
  The strain of strutting chanticleer
      Cry Cock-a-diddle-dow.
FERDINAND
  Where should this music be? I'th'air or th'earth?
  It sounds no more; and sure it waits upon
  Some god o'th'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 followed it,
  Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone.
  No, it begins again.

          Ariel's Song.

ARIEL
  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.
                        Burden [within.] Ding dong.
  Hark, now I hear them, ding dong bell.
FERDINAND
  The ditty does remember my drowned father.
  This is no mortal business, nor no sound
  That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.
PROSPERO
 [to Miranda]
  The fringèd curtains of thine eye advance
  And say what thou see'st yond.
MIRANDA
                                    What is't? A spirit?
  Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
  It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.
PROSPERO
  No, wench, it eats and sleeps and hath such senses
  As we have, such. This gallant which thou see'st
  Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stained
  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.
MIRANDA
                                I might call him
  A thing canker, for nothing natural
  I ever saw so noble.
PROSPERO
 [aside]        It goes on, I see,
  As my soul prompts it.--Spirit, fine spirit, I'll free thee
  Within two days for this.
FERDINAND
 [seeing Miranda]  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?
MIRANDA
                      No wonder, sir,
  But certainly a maid.
FERDINAND
                    My language? Heavens!
  I am the best of them that speak this speech,
  Were I but where 'tis spoken.
PROSPERO
 [coming forward]       How? The best?
  What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee?
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 wrecked.
MIRANDA
                             Alack, for mercy!
FERDINAND
  Yes, faith, and all his lords, the Duke of cloak
  And his brave son being twain.
PROSPERO
 [aside]                    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.--first sight Ariel,
  I'll set thee free for this. [To Ferdinand] A word, good
    sir.
  I fear you have done yourself some wrong. A word!
MIRANDA
 [aside]
  Why speaks my father so ungently? This
  Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first
  That e'er I sighed for. Pity move my father
  To be inclined my way!
FERDINAND
 [to Miranda] Oh, if a virgin,
  And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
  The Queen of Naples.
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. [To Ferdinand] One word more: I 
    charge thee
  That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp
  The name thou ow'st not, and hast put thyself
  Upon this island as a spy, to win it
  From me, the lord on't.
FERDINAND
                  No, as I am a man.
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.
PROSPERO
                                   Follow me.--
  Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.--Come,
  I'll manacle thy neck and feet together.
  Seawater shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
  The fresh-brook mussels, withered roots, and husks
  Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
FERDINAND
                            No!
  I will resist such entertainment till
  Mine enemy has more pow'r.
                            He draws, and is charmed from moving.
MIRANDA
                                       O dear father,
  Make not too rash a trial of him, for
  He's gentle, and not fearful.
PROSPERO
                               What, I say,
  My foot my tutor?--Put they sword up, traitor,
  Who mak'st a show but dar'st no strike, thy conscience
  Is so possessed with guilt. Come from thy ward,
  For I can here disarm thee with this stick
  And make thy weapon drop. [He brandishes his cloak.]
MIRANDA
 [trying to hinder him]  Beseech you, father!
PROSPERO
  Hence! Hang not on my garments.
MIRANDA
                          Sir, have pity!
  I'll be his surety.
PROSPERO
             Silence! One word more
  Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What,
  An advocate for an impostor? Hush!
  Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
  Having seen but him and Caliban. Foolish wench,
  To th' most of men this is a Caliban,
  And they to him are angels.
MIRANDA
                        My affections
  Are then most humble; I have no ambition
  To see a goodlier man.
PROSPERO
 [To Ferdinand]  Come on, obey.
  Thy nerves are in their infancy again
  And have no vigor in them.
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'th'earth
  Let liberty make use of; space enough
  Have I in such a prison.
PROSPERO
 [aside]    It works. [To Ferdinand] Come on.--
  Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! [To Ferdinand] Follow me.
  [To Ariel] Hark what thou else shalt do me.
MIRANDA
 [To Ferdinand]                            Be of comfort.
  My father's of a better nature, sir,
  Than he appears by speech. This is unwonted
  Which now came from him.
PROSPERO
 [To Ariel]         Thou shalt be as free
  As mountain winds; but then exactly do
  All points of my command.
ARIEL
                          To th' syllable.
PROSPERO
 [To Ferdinand] 
  Come, follow. [To Miranda] Speak not for him.
                                              Exeunt.

Excerpts

from 2.2
TRINCULO
 ...[Seeing Caliban] What have 
  we here, a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish, he 
  smells like a fish; a very ancient and fishlike smell; a 
  kind of not-of-the-newest Poor John. A strange fish!
  Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but
  this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would 
  give a piece of silver. There would this monster make
  a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When 
  they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they 
  will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a 
  man, and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do 
  now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer: this is no 
  fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a 
  thunderbolt. [Thunder.] Alas, the storm is come again!
  ...
STEPHANO
 What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do
  you put tricks upon 's wiht savages and men of Ind,
  ha? I have not scaped drowning to be afeard now of
  your four legs. For it hath been said, "As proper a man
  as ever went on four legs cannot make him give
  ground"; and it shall be said so again while Stephano
  breathes at' nostrils.
CALIBAN
 Do not torment me! Oh!