With foreheads villainous low.
STEPHANO. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to bear this
away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out
of my kingdom. Go to, carry this.
TRINCULO. And this.
STEPHANO. Ay, and this.
A noise of hunters beard. Enter
divers SPIRITS, in
shape of dogs and hounds,
bunting them about;
PROSPERO and ARIEL
setting them on
PROSPERO. Hey, Mountain, hey!
ARIEL. Silver! there it goes, Silver!
PROSPERO. Fury, Fury! There, Tyrant, there! Hark, hark!
[CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO are
driven out]
Go
charge my goblins that they grind their joints
With dry convulsions,
shorten up their sinews
With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them
Than pard or cat o' mountain.
ARIEL. Hark, they roar.
PROSPERO. Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
Lies at my mercy all mine enemies.
Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air at freedom; for a little
Follow, and do me service. Exeunt
ACT V. SCENE 1
Before PROSPERO'S cell
Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL
PROSPERO. Now does my
project gather to a head;
My charms crack not, my spirits obey; and time
Goes
upright with his
carriage. How's the day?
ARIEL. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,
You said our work should cease.
PROSPERO. I did say so,
When first I rais'd the
tempest. Say, my spirit,
How fares the King and 's followers?
ARIEL. Confin'd together
In the same fashion as you gave in
charge;
Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,
In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell;
They cannot budge till your
release. The King,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted,
And the
remaindermourning over them,
Brim full of sorrow and
dismay; but chiefly
Him you term'd, sir, 'the good old lord, Gonzalo';
His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
From eaves of reeds. Your charm so
strongly works 'em
That if you now
beheld them your affections
Would become tender.
PROSPERO. Dost thou think so, spirit?
ARIEL. Mine would, sir, were I human.
PROSPERO. And mine shall.
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their
afflictions, and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that
relish all as sharply,
Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th' quick,
Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury
Do I take part; the rarer action is
In
virtue than in
vengeance; they being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further. Go
release them, Ariel;
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And they shall be themselves.
ARIEL. I'll fetch them, sir. Exit
PROSPERO. Ye elves of hills, brooks,
standing lakes, and
groves;
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him
When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime
Is to make
midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
To hear the
solemn curfew; by whose aid-
Weak masters though ye be-I have be-dimm'd
The
noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault
Set roaring war. To the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory
Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine and cedar. Graves at my command
Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth,
By my so
potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure; and, when I have requir'd
Some
heavenly music-which even now I do-
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my book. [Solem music]
Here enters ARIEL before; then ALONSO, with
frantic
gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN
and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN
and FRANCISCO. They all enter the
circle which
PROSPERO had made, and there stand charm'd; which
PROSPERO observing, speaks
A
solemn air, and the best comforter
To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Now
useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
For you are spell-stopp'd.
Holy Gonzalo,
honourable man,
Mine eyes, ev'n sociable to the show of thine,
Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace,
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the
ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir
To him thou follow'st! I will pay thy graces
Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter;
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.
Thou art pinch'd for't now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,
You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd
remorse and nature, who, with Sebastian-
Whose
inward pinches
therefore are most strong-
Would here have kill'd your king, I do
forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art. Their under
standingBegins to swell, and the approaching tide
Will
shortly fill the
reasonable shore
That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them
That yet looks on me, or would know me. Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell; Exit ARIEL
I will discase me, and myself present
As I was
sometime Milan. Quickly, spirit
Thou shalt ere long be free.
ARIEL, on returning, sings and helps to
attire him
Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer
merrily.
Merrily,
merrily shall I live now
Under the
blossom that hangs on the bough.
PROSPERO. Why, that's my
dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee;
But yet thou shalt have freedom. So, so, so.
To the King's ship,
invisible as thou art;
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain
Being awake,
enforce them to this place;
And
presently, I prithee.
ARIEL. I drink the air before me, and return
Or ere your pulse twice beat. Exit
GONZALO. All
torment, trouble, wonder and amazement,
Inhabits here. Some
heavenly power guide us
Out of this
fearful country!
PROSPERO. Behold, Sir King,
The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero.
For more
assurance that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I
embrace thy body;
And to thee and thy company I bid
A
heartywelcome.
ALONSO. Whe'er thou be'st he or no,
Or some enchanted
trifle to abuse me,
As late I have been, I not know. Thy pulse
Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,
Th'
affliction of my mind
amends, with which,
I fear, a
madness held me. This must crave-
An if this be at all-a most strange story.
Thy dukedom I
resign, and do entreat
Thou
pardon me my wrongs. But how should Prospero
Be living and be here?
PROSPERO. First, noble friend,
Let me
embrace thine age, whose honour cannot
Be measur'd or confin'd.
GONZALO. Whether this be
Or be not, I'll not swear.
PROSPERO. You do yet taste
Some subtleties o' th' isle, that will not let you
Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all!
[Aside to SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO] But you, my brace of
lords, were I so minded,
I here could pluck his Highness' frown upon you,
And justify you traitors; at this time
I will tell no tales.
SEBASTIAN. [Aside] The devil speaks in him.
PROSPERO. No.
For you, most
wicked sir, whom to call brother
Would even
infect my mouth, I do
forgiveThy rankest fault-all of them; and require
My dukedom of thee, which perforce I know
Thou must restore.
ALONSO. If thou beest Prospero,
Give us particulars of thy preservation;
How thou hast met us here, whom three hours since
Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost-
How sharp the point of this
remembrance is!-
My dear son Ferdinand.
PROSPERO. I am woe for't, sir.
ALONSO. Irreparable is the loss; and patience
Says it is past her cure.
PROSPERO. I rather think
You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace
For the like loss I have her
sovereign aid,
And rest myself content.
ALONSO. You the like loss!
PROSPERO. As great to me as late; and, supportable
To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
Than you may call to comfort you, for I
Have lost my daughter.
ALONSO. A daughter!
O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,