t h e a n n o tat e d s h a k e s p e a r e The Tempest William Shakespeare Fully annotated, with an Introduction, by. The Bard's last play, The Tempest PDF Summary, is the most melodramatic, the most fairytale-like and possibly the most poignant in his oeuvre. (See The Tempest, “Abhorred slave,/Which any print of goodness wilt not take,/Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee ”). All Shakespeare editors at the time .
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Perform'd to point the tempest 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. We may satisfie our selves with surmounting them in the Scene, and safely leave Voyage, may easily discern that it was a Copy of Shakespear's Tempest: the. Free PDF, epub, Kindle ebook. The Tempest is set on a remote island, where Prospero, the rightful Duke of Milan, plots to restore his daughter Miranda to her.
The Tempest, 1. Ecopo- etics asks us to imagine that Ariel can be set free. This is to relate the problem of Ariel to the matter of performance, of audience perception, and the transmission of affect in the drama. Only in the denouement of Act Five is Ariel addressed directly on stage in front of the other characters, which sets up an obvious problem in a theatrical perfor- mance about the blocking of stage actors and the use of cues. But it is probable that Pros- pero and the audience are complicit in being the only ones to perceive Ariel.
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 the sailors. Africa 1 condemned to eternal punishment, by God, or 2 condemned by the Algerian authorities evil deeds, crimes come into one thing she did: Then was this island Save for the son, that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born not honored with A human shape.
Caliban her son. 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. Ariel Pardon, master. With diligence! Miranda waking The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. Prospero Shake it off. What ho! Thou earth, thou! Come thou tortoise! Prospero For this be sure, tonight 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.
And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less That burn by day and night. All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! 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. Thou didst prevent me, I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. 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.
Prospero Hag-seed, hence! Caliban No, pray thee. So slave, hence! It sounds no more. No, it begins again. 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. Ding-dong Hark now I hear them, ding-dong, bell. Lord, how it looks about. Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form. Miranda I might call him A thing divine, for nothing natural I ever saw so noble.
Prospero aside It goes on I see As my soul prompts it. Ferdinand seeing Miranda Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend. My prime request Which I do last pronounce is O you wonder! Miranda No wonder sir, But certainly a maid.
My language? Prospero to Ferdinand How? The best? 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 wracked.
Miranda Alack, for mercy! Ferdinand Yes faith, and all his lords, the Duke of Milan And his brave son being twain.
I fear you have done yourself some wrong. Miranda aside Why speaks my father so ungently? Pity move my father To be inclined my way! Prospero Soft sir, one word more. But this swift Business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light.
Prospero to Ferdinand Follow me. Seawater shalt thou drink. Thy food shall be The fresh-brook mussels, withered roots, and husks Wherein the acorn cradled. Ferdinand No, I will resist such entertainment, till Mine enemy has more power. Prospero What, I say, My foot my tutor? Come, from thy ward, For I can here disarm thee with this stick, And make thy weapon drop. Miranda Beseech you, father! Prospero Hence! Hang not on my garments.
Prospero Silence! One word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What, An advocate for an impostor? Foolish wench, To the most of men this is a Caliban, And they to him are angels. Miranda My affections Are then most humble. 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. Space enough Have I in such a prison.
Prospero aside It works. This is unwonted Which now came from him. Prospero to Ariel Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds. You have cause So have we all of joy, for our escape Is much beyond1 our loss. Our hint of woe Is common,2 every day: 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.
Alonso Prithee peace. Gonzalo Dolor14 comes to him indeed. You have spoken truer than you purposed. Gonzalo Therefore my lord — Antonio Fie, what a spendthrift17 is he of his tongue. Alonso I prithee spare. But yet — Sebastian He will be talking. Sebastian The old cock. Antonio The cockerel. The wager? Antonio A laughter. Adrian It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance.
Sebastian Ay, and a subtle,26 as he most learnedly delivered. Antonio True, save32 means to live. Gonzalo How lush and lusty33 the grass looks! Antonio The ground indeed34 is tawny.
Antonio He misses not much. Sebastian No. He doth but37 mistake the truth totally. Gonzalo But the rarity38 of it is, which is indeed almost beyond credit — 39 Sebastian As many vouched40 rarities are. Gonzalo That our garments being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding41 their freshness and glosses,42 being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water. Antonio If but one of his pockets43 could speak, would it not say he lies? Sebastian Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.
Adrian Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to45 their queen. How came that widow in?
Widow Dido! Sebastian What if he had said widower Aeneas too? Good Lord, how you take47 it! Adrian Widow Dido said you? You make me study of 48 that. She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gonzalo This Tunis, sir, was49 Carthage. Gonzalo I assure you, Carthage. Antonio His word is more51 than the miraculous harp.
Antonio What impossible matter will he make easy next? Sebastian I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Gonzalo Ay.
Antonio Why, in good time. Gonzalo to Alonso 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. Sebastian Bate,57 I beseech you, widow Dido. Antonio O widow Dido? Ay, widow Dido. I mean, in a sort. Alonso You cram60 these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense.
O thou mine heir Of Naples and of Milan! Sebastian You were kneeled to, and importuned otherwise By all of us. Alonso So is the dearest of the loss. Gonzalo My lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, And time78 to speak it in. You rub the sore, When you should bring the plaster. Antonio And most chirurgeonly. Antonio Very foul. Riches, poverty, And use of service, none. Contract, succession,96 Bourn,97 bound98 of land, tilth,99 vineyard, none.
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil. No occupation. Antonio The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning. Treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine Would I not have. But nature should bring forth Of it own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Antonio None, man, all idle — whores and knaves. Gonzalo I would with such perfection govern, sir, To excel the Golden Age. Antonio Long live Gonzalo! Gonzalo And — do you mark me, sir? Alonso Prithee no more. Thou dost talk nothing to me. Gonzalo I do well believe your Highness, and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use to laugh at nothing.
Gonzalo Who, in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you. So you may continue, and laugh at nothing still. Antonio What a blow was there given! Antonio Go sleep, and hear us. I wish mine eyes Would with themselves shut up my thoughts. Sebastian Please you, sir, Do not omit the heavy offer of it. It seldom visits sorrow. When it doth, It is a comforter.
Alonso Thank you. Wondrous heavy! Sebastian Why Doth it not then our eyelids sink? Antonio Nor I, my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent They dropped, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian? O, what might? No more. The occasion speaks thee, and My strong imagination sees a crown Dropping upon thy head. Sebastian What? Art thou waking? What is it thou didst say? This is a strange repose, to be asleep With eyes wide open.
Standing, speaking, moving, And yet so fast asleep. Die, rather. Sebastian Thou dost snore distinctly: Antonio I am more serious than my custom. I am standing water. Sebastian Do so. To ebb Hereditary sloth instructs me. Antonio O! How in stripping it You more invest it. Ebbing men, indeed Most often do so near the bottom run By their own fear or sloth. Sebastian Prithee say on. Antonio O, out of that no hope What great hope have you!
No hope that way, is Another way so high a hope, that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond But doubts discovery there. Will you grant with me That Ferdinand is drowned? Sebastian Claribel. How say you? Keep inTunis, And let Sebastian wake.
There be that can rule Naples As well as he that sleeps, lords that can prate As amply and unnecessarily As this Gonzalo. Sebastian Methinks I do. Antonio And how does your content Tender your own good fortune? I remember Sebastian your brother Prospero. You did supplant Antonio True. And look how well my garments sit upon me, Much feater than before.
Where lies that? But I feel not This deity in my bosom. Sebastian Thy case, dear friend, Shall be my precedent. If of life you keep a care, Shake off slumber and beware. Awake, awake! Gonzalo waking Now, good angels Preserve the King!
Why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking? It struck mine ear most terribly. Alonso I heard nothing. Sure it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions.
Alonso Heard you this, Gonzalo? Gonzalo Upon mine honor, sir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me. I shaked you, sir, and cried. As mine eyes opened, I saw their weapons drawn. Gonzalo Heavens keep him from these beasts! Alonso Lead away. So, King, go safely on to seek thy son. His spirits hear me, And yet I needs must curse.
Then like hedgehogs, which Lie tumbling12 in my barefoot way, and mount13 Their pricks14 at my foot-fall. Yond same24 black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard25 that would 26 shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head.
Yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. Dead or alive? When32 they will not give a doit33 to relieve34 a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
My best way is to creep under his gabardine. Misery acquaints41 a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud42 till the dregs43 of the storm be past.
Then to sea boys, and let her go hang. This is a scurvy tune too. Do you put tricks upon us with salvages52 and men of Ind? Stephano This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who hath got as I take59 it an ague. I will give him some relief if it be but 65 for that.
Caliban Do not torment me, prithee. If I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much69 for him. He shall pay for him that hath70 him, and that soundly. Thou wilt anon,73 I know it by thy trembling.
Now Prosper works upon74 thee. Stephano Come on your ways. Open your mouth, this will shake77 your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly. Trinculo I should78 know that voice. It should be — but he is drowned, and these are devils. O defend me. Stephano Four legs and two voices, a most delicate monster. His 85 forward79 voice now is to speak well of his friend, his 80 voice is to utter foul speeches, and to detract.
Amen,82 I will pour some in thy other mouth. Trinculo Stephano! Stephano Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy. This is a 90 devil, and no monster. I will leave him, I have no long spoon. If thou beest84 Stephano, touch me, and speak to me for I am Trinculo. Be not afeared — thy good 95 friend Trinculo. Stephano If thou beest Trinculo, come forth. Thou art very Trinculo indeed. But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou are not drowned.
Is90 the storm overblown? And art thou living, Stephano? Trinculo capers about, then tries to pull Stephano into his dance Stephano Prithee, do not turn me about,92 my stomach is not constant. I will kneel to him. I escaped upon a butt of sack,96 which the sailors heaved overboard, by97 this bottle — which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast ashore.
Trinculo drinking and passing the bottle back Swum ashore, man, like a duck. Stephano Here, kiss the book.
Stephano The whole butt, man. My cellar is in a rock by the seaside, where my wine is hid. How does thine ague? Caliban Hast thou not dropped from heaven? I was the Man in the Moon, when time was. Kiss the book. I will furnish it anon with new contents. Trinculo By this good light, this is a very shallow monster.
I afeard of him? A very weak monster. A most poor credulous monster. Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. And I will kiss thy foot. I prithee, be my god. Stephano Come on then. Down and swear. Trinculo I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster. A most scurvy monster.
Trinculo A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard. Stephano I prithee now lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the king, and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here. Caliban singing drunkenly Farewell master, farewell, farewell! Trinculo A howling monster, a drunken monster. Freedom, high-day, high-day freedom, freedom, high-day, freedom!
Stephano O brave monster, lead the way. I must remove Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up, Upon a sore injunction. Prospero, unseen, is behind her Miranda Alas, now pray you, 18 the lightning had Work not so hard. I would Burnt up those logs that you are enjoined19 to pile! Pray set it down, and rest you. Miranda It would become23 me As well as it does you, and I should do it With much more ease, for my good will is to it, 30 And yours it is against. Miranda You look wearily. Miranda Miranda.
O my father, I have broke your hest29 to say so. For several virtues37 Have I liked several women, never any With so full soul38 but some defect in her Did quarrel39 with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil. Nor have I seen More that I may call men, than you good friend, And my dear father.
How features42 are abroad43 I am skilless44 of, but by my modesty The jewel in my dower 45 I would not wish Any companion in the world but you. Hear my soul speak. Miranda Do you love me? Ferdinand O heaven! O earth! Bear witness to this sound, And crown what I profess with kind event53 70 If I speak true. If hollowly,54 invert55 What best is boded56 me, to mischief. Miranda I am a fool To weep at what I am glad of. Ferdinand Wherefore weep you? Miranda At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give, and much less take What I shall die to want.
I am your wife, if you will marry me. Ferdinand My mistress dearest, And I thus humble ever. Miranda My husband then? And now farewell Till half an hour hence. Trinculo Servant monster? The folly4 of this island! Stephano Drink, servant monster when I bid thee, thy eyes are almost set8 in thy head. Trinculo Where should they be set else? He were a brave 10 monster indeed if they were set in his tail. Stephano My man monster hath drowned his tongue in sack. Trinculo Nor go neither. Stephano Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.
Caliban How does thy honor? Let me lick thy shoe. Trinculo Thou liest most ignorant monster, I am in case to justle15 a constable. Caliban Lo, how he mocks me, wilt thou let18 him my lord? Trinculo Lord, quoth19 he? That a monster should be such a natural! Bite him to death I prithee. Stephano Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head. If you prove21 a mutineer, the next tree! Caliban I thank my noble lord.
Wilt thou be pleased To hearken once again to the suit I made to thee? Kneel, and repeat it.
I will stand, and so shall Trinculo. Ariel Thou liest. Caliban to Trinculo Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou. I would my valiant master would destroy thee. I do not lie. Trinculo Why, I said nothing.
Stephano Mum, then, and no more. Caliban I say, by sorcery he got this isle From me, he got it. Stephano How now shall this be compassed? Thou scurvy patch! Stephano Trinculo, run into no further danger. Trinculo Why, what did I?
I did nothing. Stephano Didst thou not say he lied? Stephano Do I so? Take thou that. Trinculo I did not give the lie. This can sack and drinking do. Caliban Ha, ha, ha! Stephano Now forward with your tale. Caliban Beat him enough. Stephano Stand farther. Or with a log 85 35 Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, Or cut his wezand36 with thy knife.
They all do hate him 90 As rootedly38 as I. And that most deeply to consider, is The beauty of his daughter. He himself 95 Calls her a nonpareil. Stephano Is it so brave a lass? His daughter and I will be king and queen, save our graces,42 and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys. Stephano Give me thy hand, I am sorry I beat thee. Caliban Within this half hour will he be asleep, Wilt thou destroy him then? Ariel aside This will I tell my master. I am full of pleasure, Let us be jocund.
Ariel plays the tune on a tabor 5 1 and pipe Stephano What is this same? Stephano He that dies pays all debts. I defy thee. Mercy upon us. Caliban Art thou afeard?
Stephano No monster, not I. Caliban Be not afeard, the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs,56 that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling57 instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices, That if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again, and then in dreaming The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that58 when I waked I cried to dream again. Stephano This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.
Caliban When Prospero is destroyed. Stephano That shall be by and by: I remember the story. I would I could see this taborer, he lays it on. Sit down, and rest. Well, let him go. Do not for9 one repulse forgo10 the purpose That you resolved to effect. Antonio aside to Sebastian Let it be tonight; 13 they are oppressed with travel, they For now Will not, nor cannot use such vigilance As when they are fresh. Sebastian aside to Antonio I say tonight.
Prospero above, 14 invisible. My good friends, hark. Gonzalo Marvelous sweet music. Alonso Give us kind keepers,15 heavens! What were these? Sebastian A living drollery.
Gonzalo If in Naples I should report this now, would they believe me? Prospero aside Honest lord, Thou hast said well. For some of you there present 35 Are worse than devils. Alonso I cannot too much muse23 Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing Although they want the use of tongue a kind Of excellent dumb discourse.
No matter, since 40 Sebastian 26 behind, for we have stomachs. Alonso Not I. Gonzalo Faith sir, you need not fear. When we were boys 19 Folio: Or that there were such men Whose heads stood30 in their breasts?
Alonso I will stand to,32 and feed, Although my last, no matter, since I feel The best is past. Brother, my lord the duke, Stand to and do as we. I have made you mad, 27 dwellers in mountain regions 28 having loose skin hanging from their throats, as cattle do because of goiters?
My fellow ministers Are like46 invulnerable. If 47 you could hurt, Your swords are now too massy48 for your strengths, And will not be uplifted. For which foul deed The powers, delaying not forgetting have Incensed the seas, and shores, yea, all the creatures Against your peace.
So62 with good life63 And observation strange,64 my meaner65 ministers Their several kinds66 have done. It did bass my trespass. Adrian Follow,81 I pray you. All thy vexations 5 Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely4 stood the test. Here, afore Heaven, I ratify5 this my rich gift. Ferdinand I do believe it 9 Against an oracle. Prospero Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition Worthily purchasd,10 take my daughter.
But If thou dost break her virgin knot11 before All sanctimonious12 ceremonies may With full and holy rite be ministered, No sweet aspersion13 shall the heavens let fall To make this contract grow, but barren hate, Sour-eyed disdain,14 and discord, shall bestrew The union15 of your bed with weeds16 so loathly17 That you shall hate it both.
Prospero Fairly spoke. What Ariel! My industrious servant Ariel! Here I am. And I must use you In such another trick. Incite them to quick motion, for I must37 Bestow38 upon the eyes of this young couple 40 Some vanity39 of mine art. Ariel Presently? Do not approach Till thou dost hear me call. Ariel Well. Do not give dalliance46 Too much the rein. Be more abstemious,48 Or else good night your vow! Ferdinand I warrant you, sir, The white cold virgin snow upon my heart49 Abates the ardor of my liver.
Appear, and pertly. All eyes. Be silent. Why hath thy queen Summoned me hither to this short-grassed91 green? Iris A contract of true love to celebrate, And some donation92 freely to estate93 85 On the blest lovers. Ceres Tell me heavenly bow,94 If Venus or her son,95 as thou dost know, Do now attend the queen? Ceres Highest queen of state, Great Juno comes, I know her by her gait.
Go with me To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be, And honored in their issue. Juno and Ceres sing Juno Honor, riches, marriage, blessing, Long continuance, and increasing, Hourly joys be still upon you! Ferdinand This is a most majestic vision, and Harmonious charmingly. Hush, and be mute Or else our spell is marred.
Iris You nymphs called Naiads, of the windring brooks, With your sedged crowns, and ever-harmless looks, Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land Answer your summons. Juno does command. Come temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate A contract of true love. Be not too late. The minute of their plot Is almost come. Miranda Never till this day Saw I him touched with anger so distempered. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Sir, I am vexed, Bear with my weakness, my old brain is troubled. Ferdinand, Miranda We wish your peace. Ariel, come! Then I beat my tabor, At which like unbacked colts they pricked their ears, Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses As they smelt music, so I charmed their ears That calf-like they my lowing followed, through Toothed briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns, Which entered their frail shins.
Prospero This was well done, my bird. The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither For stale to catch these thieves. Ariel I go, I go. On whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost, And, as with age, his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers.
We now are near his cell. Stephano Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us. Trinculo Monster, I do smell all horse piss, at which my nose is in great indignation. Do you hear monster? If I should take a displeasure against you — look you. Trinculo Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool! Yet this is your harmless fairy, monster. Caliban Prithee, my king, be quiet. No noise, and enter. Do that good mischief, which may make this island Thine own forever, and I thy Caliban, For aye thy foot-licker.
I do begin to have bloody thoughts. Caliban Let it alone thou fool, it is but trash. Trinculo O, ho, monster! We know what belongs to a frippery. Stephano Put off that gown, Trinculo. Trinculo Thy Grace shall have it.
Caliban The dropsy drown this fool, what do you mean To dote thus on such luggage? Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Stephano I thank thee for that jest. Wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this country: Go to, carry this. Trinculo And this. Stephano Ay, and this.
Ariel Silver! There it goes, Silver! Prospero Fury, Fury! There Tyrant, there! Hark, hark! Shortly shall all my labors end, and thou Shalt have the air at freedom. They cannot budge till your release. The rarer action is In virtue than19 in vengeance. They, being penitent, The sole drift20 of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further. You demi-puppets25 that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets26 make, Whereof the ewe not bites. But this rough38 magic I here abjure.
Prospero observes this, and speaks 60 65 70 A47 solemn air, and the best comforter48 To an unsettled fancy,49 cure thy brains, Now useless, boil50 within thy skull.
There stand51 For you are spell-stopped. Most cruelly Didst thou Alonso, use me and my daughter. Thy brother was a furtherer63 in the act: Flesh and blood, You, brother mine, that entertain65 ambition, Expelled remorse, and nature, whom,66 with Sebastian Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong Would here have killed your king.
I do forgive thee, Unnatural though thou art. Not one of them That yet68 looks on69 me, or would know me. Ariel, Fetch me the hat and rapier70 in my cell, 75 80 exit Ariel I will discase71 me, and myself present As I was sometime Milan. I shall miss thee, But yet thou shalt have freedom.
The master and the boatswain Being awake,79 enforce80 them to this place — And presently, I prithee. Ariel I drink the air before me, and return Or ere81 your pulse twice beat. Some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful82 country. This must crave92 And if this be93 at all a most strange story. Thy dukedom94 I resign, and do entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should Prospero Be living, and be here? At this time I will tell no tales.
Sebastian The Divil speaks in him. Prospero to Sebastian No. Alonso If thou beest Prospero Give us particulars of thy preservation, How thou hast met us here, whom three hours since Were wracked upon this shore? 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, The king and queen there!
That they were, I wish Myself were mudded in that oozy bed Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? Prospero In this last tempest. Their words Are natural breath. Here have I few attendants And subjects none abroad. My dukedom since you have given me again, I will requite you with as good a thing, At least bring forth a wonder to content ye As much as me my dukedom. Shakespeare died on the exact same day he was born and the very same day Miguel de Cervantes passed away as well: April 23, All in all, during his life he wrote about 40 plays and sonnets, all of which have been studied, read, performed and reinterpreted continually to this day.
He is the rightful Duke of Milan and — barring some misuse of magic here and there and few violations of basic human rights — an altogether nice guy. So, something fishy must have happened sometime in the past, right? Namely, twelve years before the events of the play take place, Antonio, with the help of Alonso, successfully deposed Prospero from his throne. Fortunately, Prospero and his then 3-year-old daughter Miranda managed to escape in a small boat.
It — now, is that the right pronoun? Caliban, besides inhabiting the island, will probably inhabit some of your nightmares as well, if you have a look at one or two of its representations in different media. And they are absent from the play because — well, devils are devils and Sycorax had died even before Prospero and Miranda came. Prospero is a lot nicer than her, so after he comes to the island, he… enslaves both Caliban and Ariel.
Double standards, Billy, hey? So everyone is now stranded on the not-so-very desert island anymore. Prospero, however, wants to play a bit with his wrongdoers, so he divides them into groups. And, hence, Shakespeare divides our plot into few subplots. Speaking of slaves — Caliban has found new masters in the meantime. And they are a court jester and a lively butler called Trinculo and Stephano.